In the following days, there were many tentative confrontations between the two armies on the Mobei Yue River, which was hundreds of miles of ice.
But the strange thing is that each time the two sides rush to kill, they can only form one military formation at most.
Every time the Turks marched, their numbers were smaller than that of the Tang army, and their momentum was weak. Occasionally there were powerful tribesmen, but when they reached the middle of the river, they would never move forward and simply withdraw their troops.
The Tang army was also full of momentum, their charging formation was extremely fierce, and their slogans were shouted louder than the others.
Even if it is still the case, it is only half a step across the river.
Even though the shouts of killing were overwhelming, as soon as the golden trumpet sounded, the shouts of killing stopped abruptly, and they turned around and left, simply and neatly...
It seemed that the people who just shouted for death were not them.
The most extreme thing is——
At three o'clock in the morning, the two armies rushed to the halfway point across the river. The sound of gold ringing sounded from behind the two armies...
The two formations of sergeants, who were about to engage in battle, suddenly froze on the spot. Without any hesitation, they immediately pretended to be defeated and ran in opposite directions.
. . . . . .
Only the sounds of marching troops and armored soldiers, and the shouts of killing that filled the sky and the earth, came and went like tides across the river in an instant...
At this time, a cool breeze blew through the middle...
The shouts of killing that just rose into the sky, the crispness of retreating, and the eerie silence were in sharp contrast.
It seems that the tension that just filled the air is somewhat embarrassing...
This kind of match-fixing between the two armies has become common in the following days.
Although it was weird and outrageous, the Turkic camp felt at ease. Li Jing was a man who used troops out of deceit but was cautious.
This is in line with his character of Li Jing.
But little did they know that Tang Jun, getting up early and going to bed early to accompany them in the dazzling drama could not last more than a few days.
The real sword, secretly supplied by military rations during this period, is also preparing to fall with real thunder!
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Chang'an City.
Jinghe Village.
Wen Bo was reporting everything in detail.
"Master, we have already found almost all the skilled masons in the eight nearby villages. It is already a bit difficult to find more."
Tang Sufan raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Uncle Wen, how many millstones do we have in our workshop now?"
"Master, the millstones in the workshop have been made by masons before the new year. Until now, there are seventeen large millstones and one hundred and forty-seven small millstones."
After hearing this, Tang Sufan shook his head after thinking about the amount of flour he had been staring at every day during this period.
"No, it's still too little."
After thinking about it, Tang Sufan said: "That's all we can do for now. Uncle Wen, go and tell Sister Qiao'er that the masons' wages can be more as mentioned before. Those who rely on their craftsmanship to earn a living are naturally worth the money."
"What's more, it's very hard to work day and night during this period."
"Okay, Master."
Tang Sufan gave a few instructions, and Uncle Wen hurriedly followed the instructions.
He looked at the pile of papers in his hand——
In the end, Tang Sufan couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead and complained "viciously".
"I damn well know that as long as you get involved in Lao Li's affairs, nothing good will happen!"
What were you talking about in the first place?
As long as it is about the imperial court or the dog emperor, it will be a heap of trouble. It is really foresight for me to avoid it.
But no matter what, now that the emperor has become his father-in-law, who can I tell him about this?
I think that since he returned to Chang'an, he has been preparing to fight for the rest of his life with the goal of eating and waiting for death, being free and happy.
But before the end of the year, refugees came and gathered, not to mention this.
During this period of time now, for the sake of Haikou, which I boasted about in the palace, I am busy working from sunrise to sundown.
The newly built Chang'an Steamed Bread Shop in Dongshan with a staff of nearly a thousand people, wasn't it the work of Tang Sufan who had been busy for more than ten days and worked on it himself?
Chang'an City's purchase of wheat overtly and covertly was naturally under Li Shimin's instruction.
All the wheat purchased was transported directly to the steamed bun shop in Dongshan outside the city.
During this half month, Liu Xiao was originally asked to prepare only a steamed bun workshop with about a hundred people.
Unexpectedly, Tang Sufan had to do it himself. The scale expanded again and again, and the workshop was busy working day and night.
Fortunately, human resources are not a problem now, and it is a convenience.
Now that the scale of the steamed bun shop has stabilized, Sister Qiaoer is keeping an eye on it, otherwise he would still have to keep an eye on it in Dongshan all day today.
"Young master, why don't you take Luo to hold your lap for you?"
Tang Sufan raised his eyes and nodded "without interest".
Alas, I have been busy for so long, what’s wrong with being lazy?
He also just discovered that Wan Luo's massage skills are very good.
If he doesn't make the best use of others, wouldn't he be living up to his students' filial piety? So where is laziness in this? Yes and no.
Feeling relaxed, Tang Sufan's thoughts drifted away while he complained about the Dog Emperor.
at this time.
Let's go back to half a month ago.
At that time, it was the time of the banquet at the Manna Hall.
These old men and even my unscrupulous father-in-law, whether intentionally or unintentionally, kept drinking.
After three rounds of drinking, Tang Sufan was naturally a little drunk.
"Alas, I'm so sad, Su Fan. There is no food in the world now. The word "food" has trapped not only the people of the world, but also our officers and soldiers of the three armies of the Tang Dynasty!"
Li Shimin couldn't help but sigh as he swallowed a glass of wine.
Tang Sufan, who was holding the cup, turned to his father-in-law, who suddenly looked sad, and couldn't help but ask.
"What's wrong, Lao Li? The battle on the front line is not going well?"
At this time, Fang Xuanling said from the side.
"Su Fan, you don't know something. Now the war in Mobei is in full swing. Everything is going well. The Tiger and Wolf Pass has been broken. It's just around the corner to march straight into the hinterland of Mobei. However, it's hard to defeat them with a fight. The three armies have moved out and are preparing to go straight to the royal court of Mobei."
"But now, once we go deep into Mobei, food and grass will be a huge problem."
…
After Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui and several old men explained, Tang Sufan finally understood in a dumbfounded way.
At the moment, these monarchs and ministers are not worried that the war is not going well, but that they are too damn smooth.
It took only a month for them to take over the Turkic territory of Guanshan and prepare to go deep into the hinterland of Mobei.
And war is a long-term plan, so how can we not be prepared before war?
but.
According to the previous plan, it would take three months of planning in the court to reach this point, right?
After all, according to the past wars with the Turks, March is also a good trend.
At that time, when the spring thaws and boats are feasible, we will allocate a small amount of food from other places to collect more and send it to the front line. This is indeed the plan.
But now, only January has passed.
The Tang army was so powerful that it had the momentum to attack the Turks.
How could it be possible to stop now?
As the saying goes, one can make great progress, then it will weaken, and three times it will be exhausted.
The biggest hope of attacking Mobei this time is just around the corner. If they hate this because of the food and grass problem, it will be a great reluctance.
At present, the imperial court only has food left to provide disaster relief to a few roads in Hexi. Before preparations are made, there will be no more food left.
The consumption of war cannot be calculated carefully with specific figures. This can be regarded as catching Li Shimin off guard.
Even so, he, Li Shimin, gritted his teeth and sent all the food prepared to provide final relief to the victims to the front line.
At this moment.
At this point, Li Shimin, who was also a little drunk, his eyes narrowed, and he turned to ask "thiefly".
"Su Fan, do you have a magic trick? Go find those families again!"
Tang Sufan's mouth twitched, this dog emperor, is he stunned?
Are they still trying to trick you? Why?
Tang Sufan said speechlessly: "Old Li, first of all, why should I trick you? These big families are not fools."
"Secondly, even if we take the major clans of Zangjia Fushun as an example, how much surplus food can there be in Chang'an City?"
Tang Sufan's words made Li Shimin calm down.
Thinking of all the tricks before...
Cheating for food...buying food...
Cheng Zhijie asked all the courtiers to "voluntarily" donate food, which made all ethnic groups resist.
Although it allowed more victims to survive last year's cold winter and prepared part of the military rations, it also left little food in Chang'an.
Nowadays, it is almost impossible to find a large amount of food in a short period of time.
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Ado. On the talent show, the second update ~ I originally planned to update three times in a row, but my thoughts are a bit confusing in the third update, so I might as well write more solidly and post it early tomorrow.
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