The words "trash" on the left and "hozen" on the right made the Silla soldiers turn pale with scolding. However, under the sword of Liu Asi, the warlord Jin Wenying, no one dared to move or retaliate.
Li Sujie behind him looked at Li Qinzai with reverence.
At this moment, Li Qinzai felt a little strange to him. He had never seen his husband curse so viciously before. His high-spirited appearance finally gave him a bit of the demeanor of a domineering playboy from Chang'an City.
At this time, the soldiers of Silla Kingdom gradually learned about Li Qinzai's identity.
Silla was a vassal state of the Tang Dynasty, and the weight of officials from the two countries was completely unequal.
The so-called governor of the Silla Kingdom was at most a county magistrate in the Tang Dynasty, but Li Qinzai, the county magistrate appointed by the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, was comparable to a prime minister in the Silla Kingdom.
The relationship between the sect leader Shangguo and the vassals was so unfair. .
Especially in this war, the Tang army was the undisputed absolute main force. Although the Silla Kingdom sent 50,000 troops, the majority of these 50,000 people were civilians. As Li Qinzai said, sending food and grass, waving flags and shouting, this is what the Silla Kingdom does. .
Now that the Baekje Kingdom was destroyed by the Tang Dynasty, these gangsters took to the streets to kill Baekje civilians at will, for fun.
The despicability of the people in that country is evident.
The group of sticks in front of Li Qinzai had a strong sense of despicableness in every face that bullied the weak and feared the strong.
The identity of Datang County Prince is enough to crush any of them.
Even the general of Silla must take the initiative to salute Li Qinzai in front of him.
This is the rule between the sect leader Shangguo and the barbarian vassals.
"There are rules for massacring a city. If I, the Chief of the Army of the Tang Dynasty, issue an order to massacre a city, there will be rules for how many days, who and where to massacre. You barbarian hozens dare to go out on the streets and massacre civilians for fun. Treat me as such. Where are the military orders from the General Manager of the March of the Tang Dynasty?" Li Qinzai asked with a gloomy face.
Jin Wenying was so frightened that she took a step back, looked up at Li Qinzai's face, and finally gritted her teeth, bowed to him, and uttered another series of chirps.
After being translated by a monkey who knew human language, Li Qinzai understood that this was a courtesy and apology to him.
Li Qinzai hesitated for a moment, considering whether to break the hands or legs of these hozens and teach them a severe lesson.
Li Sujie behind him quietly tugged at him and said softly: "Sir, let's leave it at this. After all, we are allies of the Tang Dynasty. The matter has gotten serious, and neither Sun Renshi nor Liu Rengui can openly favor Sir."
Li Qinzai pondered for a moment and nodded.
It sounds a bit cruel to say it, but Li Qinzai is not a saint, he also has the likes, dislikes and preferences of a normal person. If today's group of stickmen killed civilians in the Tang Dynasty, they would have to pay with their lives no matter what. But these group of stickmen killed Baekje civilians, and Li Qinzai finally decided to let them go.
Regardless of Baekje or Silla, Li Qinzai had no good impression of them. Perhaps due to the influence of his previous life, he received a salary from the Tang Dynasty and had no obligation to avenge the civilians of a foreign country.
"Tell these hozens to go away. If I see them massacring civilians next time, they won't be so polite. I will also kill a few Silla soldiers for fun." Li Qinzai waved his hand in disgust.
Jin Wenying led a group of generals and left in disgrace.
Li Qinzai and his party were no longer in the mood for shopping, so they mounted their horses and left the city, heading towards Baekje Port.
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At Baekje Port, more than a hundred Tang warships were moored quietly on the beach.
Groups of soldiers wearing leather armor were patrolling with halberds, and some were practicing in formation on the beach with bare feet.
The tension before the war filled the air, and Li Qinzai's originally relaxed mood suddenly became suspended after arriving at the port.
For some reason, there was always a feeling of suffocation in his chest, making him unable to breathe. There was also an invisible pressure on the top of his head, which was pressing him into the ground, making him want to bend down even when walking.
Later, Li Qinzai slowly understood that this feeling was called "murderous aura".
Different from the so-called murderous aura in a single duel, the murderous aura Li Qinzai felt at this moment was more intense. It was a strong aura that blessed the national destiny of the two countries on every soldier who participated in the war.
It sounds very fantasy, but Li Qinzai really felt this power.
Coaches throughout the ages have often been able to predict the outcome of a war before it even started, perhaps because of this sense of intuition.
Li Qinzai boarded the navy's flagship and met with Sun Renshi in the main cabin.
Sun Renshi had a tired face and was staring at the sheepskin map on the desk. Li Qinzai glanced at it and found that the map was very crude. It could roughly see the entire Bohai Bay, and a few key points near the mouth of Baijiang River in Baekje. A circle.
Seeing Li Qinzai come in, Master Sun Ren nodded, pointed at the map and said: "Little boy, come here and take a look, and give me some advice."
"Do you have any problem with the Chief Manager?" Li Qinzai stepped forward and asked.
Sun Renshi said with a sullen face: "I received a report from the scouts yesterday that the Japanese army put all their warships out to sea and were gathering towards the mouth of the Baijiang River."
"How many warships are there in the entire Japanese nation?"
Master Sun Ren had a cold face, remained silent for a moment, and then burst out a few words: "More than a thousand ships."
Li Qinzai was shocked: "How can it be possible for a small barbarian country with poor products and talents to build more than a thousand warships?"
Master Sun Ren sighed: "I originally thought so too, but the scouts in several directions reported the same thing. I have to believe that there are really more than a thousand warships from the Japanese country approaching us, and they will encounter our Tang navy about tomorrow. .”
Li Qinzai still couldn't believe it and said: "Except for the warships, how many men and horses do they have?"
"According to the scouts, the Japanese army sent a total of more than 40,000 troops by land and water. They landed in the south of Baekje by land, about 10,000 people, and the navy numbered about 30,000."
Li Qinzai quickly calculated the gap between the two sides in his mind.
The Japanese nation had more than a thousand warships and more than 40,000 troops. The Tang Dynasty had a total of more than 170 warships and more than 14,000 troops.
The gap between the two sides is a bit big.
The battleships are almost at an absolute disadvantage in one vs. ten, while the soldiers on both sides are in a one vs. three situation, which is a bit precarious.
There are not many places where tactics can be used in battleship naval battles. The sea is so large that any plot or trick will appear weak in the face of the slow speed and ultra-long distance. There will be no time to implement the strategy. The enemy will turn around and run away when he senses something is wrong.
Learn from the Battle of Chibi in the Three Kingdoms, trick the Japanese into locking up all the warships with iron ropes, and then set them all on fire?
The process of implementing this strategy is too complicated, and the right time, place, and people are indispensable. Zhuge Liang, who is so smart that he is almost a monster, only succeeded because of great luck. But there is a war here tomorrow, and there is no time at all.
And Li Qinzai estimated that the Japanese people might not be that stupid.
Master Sun Ren frowned and sighed: "Little boy, I heard that you are a capable person. All your colleagues in Chang'an City praise you very much. Even your Majesty's prince is learning from you. Tell me, now How should our navy respond to this plan?"
Li Qinzai looked at the map blankly, and then said with a wry smile: "If the official is the commander, he will probably order the navy to turn around and return to the Tang Dynasty."
"Of course, before I leave, I will leave a harsh message, about how green mountains remain unchanged and green waters always flow, and about don't let me touch you next time... After returning to the Tang Dynasty, please quickly ask your majesty to build a warship, and we will fight against the Japanese country next year. Life or death, find your place.”
Master Sun Ren stroked his beard and nodded: "Yes, it's an idea."
Li Qinzai was stunned: "The chief manager thinks what the subordinate said is reasonable?"
"That makes sense. Hey, young people are thick-skinned. Maybe they don't care, but I can't afford to shame this person."
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