"Haha, don't worry, Mr. Zhang, I will definitely let the Baekje people in Weili City know what the true power of God is!"
Murong Ren said enthusiastically.
Unlike his brother Murong Xin's great migration of thousands of miles, the Xianbei tribe led by Murong Ren only migrated from Liaodong to Dongping Prefecture.
For the Xianbei people, a journey of just a few hundred miles is like going from one house to another.
In Lelang County in Dongping Prefecture, these Xianbei people did not have much farm work to do except raising horses.
They just need to complete their military preparations for war.
In addition, Zhang Tong, the governor of Dongping Prefecture, lived in Liaodong for a long time and had friendship with Murong Xianbei.
Therefore, Murong Ren's life in Dongping Prefecture was quite comfortable.
This kind of comfort naturally comes at a price.
Dealing with these Baekje people today is one of them.
"Somebody come!"
Murong Ren bid farewell to his coach Zhang Tong and immediately summoned all military commanders after returning to his own formation.
"Chanyu, are you going to attack?"
A general asked with an anxious look.
When Murong Ren heard this, his face immediately fell.
He glared at the general and said displeasedly.
"I am the Marquis of Dongkun of the Han Dynasty and the general who conquered the barbarians. Where did this Chanyu come from?!"
The general knew that he had made a mistake and immediately accused him repeatedly.
Unlike Murong Xin who moved westward full of resentment, Murong Xianbei once ranked among the following.
If it hadn't been for Murong Xianbei's forced family separation, how would Murong Ren have the opportunity to monopolize power today.
Therefore, Murong Ren valued the legal authority given to him by the Han Dynasty most at this time.
The emphasis on the legal system of the Han Dynasty even exceeded that of the Xianbei Chanyu.
"I say it again, there will be no Chanyu in the future, only General Zhengyi!"
Murong Ren said very domineeringly.
When everyone heard this, they immediately said yes.
Murong Ren had already received a personal promise from Emperor Liu Yu. As long as these Xianbei tribesmen obeyed his orders, Murong Ren's power would have a strong backing and could even be hereditary and passed down to his descendants.
"Fuyu, who is in Weili City, still refuses to open the city and surrender. You can lead your troops and dedicate this city to me!"
Murong Ren began to give orders very simply.
"Gong Zhang has an order. After the city is broken, if the sword is not sealed for three days, all the money and silk from the women in the city will be returned to you. The state army will not take any of it!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately became excited.
In the past few months, although they have not been short of food and grass expenses, without the oppression of the former tribesmen, most people's lives have become much tighter.
Especially for many chores, there are no servants at all.
"General, there are at least tens of thousands of Buyeo people in the city. Can they all belong to us?"
One of the generals still didn't believe it.
After all, Baekje Kingdom’s Weirye City is already considered one of the largest cities on the Dongpyeongju Peninsula.
The wealth that Baekje has accumulated over the past century is not a small amount of money.
"That's natural. As long as we can capture Weili City, it will definitely be ours!"
Murong Ren finally said with certainty.
Everyone drew out their swords, held them high and cheered.
Soon, the entire Xianbei array was filled with crazy noises.
"These Xianbei people are quite happy to hear about the war."
Zhang Tong, the governor of Dongping Prefecture, couldn't help but say softly when he heard the cheers of the Xianbei people in the distance.
"Murong Xianbei does not lack brave men. If they can be used by our army, they will also be a weapon for the country!"
A middle-aged man who looked like a scholar was stroking his beard and said with dignity.
"What General Cui said is absolutely true. These Xianbei people are powerful weapons. I wonder when the Goguryeo people under your command will become the sharp weapons of our army's hawks and dogs?"
Zhang Tong, the governor of Dongping Prefecture, said with a smile.
This man with the demeanor of a scholar is none other than Cui Ao, the captain of the Dongyi School in the Jin Dynasty.
With the help of his continuous marriage relationship and his contribution to conquering the Goguryeo nobles, Liu Yu appointed him as a miscellaneous general, commanding a group of Goguryeo mercenaries to accompany Zhang Tong and Murong Ren to conquer Baekje and Sanhan.
"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang. As long as we give it a little time, all our troops and horses will be in place. If Weili City is still resisting at that time, we can definitely break the city and capture the thieves for Mr. Zhang!" Cui Ao said very confidently.
Zhang Tong, the governor of Dongping Prefecture, curled his lips secretly when he heard this.
This Cui Ao is still the same as before, and he can't change his problem of being ambitious and lacking in talent.
As soon as the Goguryeo people under his command arrived in Dongping Prefecture, many of them fell ill and almost lost the ability to organize and deploy.
In fact, the root cause lies entirely with Cui Ao.
After he led his troops to Dongping Prefecture, he failed to implement Zhang Tong's requirements for food, water and other issues. After a bout of dysentery, most of the entire camp was infected.
"In that case, I'll wait for General Cui to show off his skills!"
Zhang Tong finally said something perfunctory.
Anyway, when Liu Yu arranged Cui Ao to come here, he didn't value his ability to lead troops in combat. He just led a group of Goguryeo soldiers to bully the Sanhan barbarians in the ravine.
Then let Cui Ao use his bluffing reputation as a celebrity to intimidate the leaders of Fuyu and Sanhan barbarians, so as to achieve the effect of co-opting and suppressing them at the same time.
At this moment, Murong Xianbei's formation sounded the sound of drums to begin the attack.
Row after row of ragged prisoners were driven forward by the Xianbei people with swords and guns.
Everyone was carrying heavy loads of earth and rocks on their backs, and they were running forward staggeringly.
"Murong Ren is quite capable. These people from Fuyu and Mahan work very hard!"
Zhang Tong, the governor of Dongping Prefecture, couldn't help but praise him when he saw this scene.
These prisoners were all Baekje people that Murong Xianbei had raided nearby.
Among them were not only the upper-class Buyeo people of Baekje Kingdom, but also many people such as Ma Han, Hao Bao, and Wo Ju who were slaves.
Now they were all used as miscellaneous soldiers by Murong Ren to fill the trenches to protect the city, but each of them was full of momentum, unlike ordinary cannon fodder who were sent to death and were weak.
at the same time.
When Murong Xianbei outside the city began to urge the captives to fill the ditch with bricks, stones and soil, the Baekje King Buyoogi in Weili City looked at the enemies outside the city with a stern face.
"These thieves dare to work as lackeys for the Han people!"
Fu Yuqi cursed in his heart and ordered an arrow attack to the generals around him.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Arrows were shot out from the top of the city. From time to time, some prisoners carrying earth and rocks were hit by arrows and fell to the ground.
However, these casualties still did not stop them from advancing continuously.
After all, the arrows on Weili City could only have the possibility of killing them, and once they stopped, the swords of the Xianbei people behind them would definitely fall down.
"Fire the arrow!"
"Keep shooting!"
Baekje King Buyeogi ordered loudly.
Ever since his uncle, King Piliu, died of a sudden illness, Buyeochi had become very dissatisfied with the strong control of the Han people.
This time the Han army asked the King of Baekje to move the capital to Xiongjincheng in the south and cede the capital near Daifang County to the Han army. Naturally, this became the reason for a complete fall out.
Looking at the fierce Han army approaching from outside the city, Buyoogi even thought in his heart that the so-called request to force the King of Baekje to move the capital was just a reason for the Han army to directly attack him.
"Kill, kill me hard!"
Fu Yuqi grabbed a bow and shot two prisoners who were carrying earth and rocks, and finally relieved his depression a little.
"Your Majesty, these Han troops are cunning. They are trying to consume our arrows and strength!"
A Baekje general said to his young king.
"If you don't kill these thieves and slaves, why don't you wait until they approach the city?" Fuyuqi said in great displeasure.
"Your Majesty, look, these attacking Han troops are all Xianbei people. They don't have many ladders or tower carts in their army. Even if they fill up the trench, how can they climb up?" the Baekje general said loudly.
"Hey, they are actually Xianbei people?"
Fuyuqi said with great confusion.
Looking from a distance, it turns out that the flags of the Han army are all different.
These Han troops who drove the prisoners closer were all cavalry wearing fur and coarse cloth robes.
The soldiers and horses on the other side were very familiar soldiers and horses from Dongping Prefecture.
"It turns out it's Xianbei, so don't worry."
Fuyu Qi knew that these Xianbei people were not good at attacking cities. If the Han army in Dongping Prefecture started to attack the city, they would be their real opponents.
"Send the order, prepare some elite soldiers, and take advantage of the enemy's relaxation to go out of the city and kill these slaves and thieves!"
Fuyuqi ordered loudly.
Outside the city.
Murong Ren, the Han general who conquered the barbarians, was listening to his subordinates' report.
"General, the Baekje thieves in the city are really cunning. They used the strategy of attacking in the east and attacking in the west. Many cavalry came out and killed many of our front troops!"
One of the generals said angrily.
"Ex-military? So what if you die? You still have plenty!"
Murong Ren said indifferently.
The so-called 'front troops' are naturally the Baekje people and prisoners who rushed to the battlefield to die.
This kind of person is meant to die.
"How many people died?"
Murong Ren decided to ask.
"About five to six hundred people died, and hundreds more were injured."
Those 'former troops' didn't have any armor weapons. Once they were attacked, they would definitely suffer heavy casualties.
"not much!"
Murong Ren said very calmly.
"Today's battle is not aimed at a quick victory. It is just used to kill the morale of the Baekje people."
"Let their own people kill their own people and see how long they can last."
"You go search the area again and find as many former troops as possible."
Murong Ren gave the final order.
Several generals were overjoyed when they heard this.
This kind of independent action away from the army is most welcome to them.
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