Outside the city, Zhang Li and the Oita clan were sitting in a temporary tent, discussing and drinking wine plundered from nearby people.
During the day, the siege was thwarted, and Oita looked unhappy.
"Zhang Jun, you never told me that Suzhou Guards has such an elite team of horse-riding warriors!" Oida, who was wearing Japanese-style armor, spoke in a bad tone. He raised his neck and swallowed the drink handed by Zhang Li, " Although the losses are not much, the warriors under my command have lost their spirit!"
"There are such horse-riding warriors in the city, and there are also a lot of Suzhou guards. To attack this place by force, all my warriors must be broken into pieces!"
"Zhang Jun, you said before that you won't take Suzhou by force. The Ming army will come to the rescue at any time. I think it's better for us to plunder a group and leave quickly before the Ming army forms a siege!"
"Be calm and don't be impatient." Zhang Li poured a bowl of wine for him:
"Oita-kun, I have a saying in Han: Those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters. Although we suffered a setback today, the real losses were not many."
"That's not a mounted warrior from the Suzhou Guard. It should be the elite personal guard brought over by Zhu Su's son!" When Zhu Su was mentioned, a trace of hatred flashed in Zhang Li's eyes. "The guards in Suzhou are depleted and all the elite soldiers have been mobilized. At this time, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to capture the city."
"Besides, I just want the other party to think that we are going to attack the city by force..."
"Oh?" Oida's eyes lit up. "Is this also the so-called Chinese art of war?"
"Exactly, this is what we call: sound in the east and attack in the west!" Zhang Li was very proud. "I heard that Zhu Su's children live and eat in the tower opposite. It seems that he is very wary of us."
"He could not have imagined that our siege here was just a cover-up to attract his attention, and it was also a cover-up that did not consume our own manpower..."
"Yoshi~~" Oida suddenly realized. "That's why, Mr. Zhang, you sent people to find the Ming people hiding in the mountains and let them attack the city!"
"In this way, it not only attracts the attention of the defenders, but also makes people die..."
"Zhang Jun's Chinese art of war, Si Guo Yi! Big Si Guo Yi!"
Oida gave a thumbs up.
"Oita-san is so complimentary." Zhang Li looked proud and drank a bowl of wine boldly. "That kid is still young after all, so how can he be my opponent! You and I don't have to pay any losses, but we can make Zhu Su feel like he is facing a formidable enemy..."
At this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from outside the tent. Oida's ears twitched slightly: "It's in the direction of Suzhou City. What kind of sound is this?"
"It seems that you are...reciting poetry?" Zhang Li was also attracted. He listened for a while, but he couldn't figure out the reason, so he simply opened the curtain and walked out.
At the first glance, I saw the Kongming lanterns flying over Suzhou City. I couldn't help but feel a little strange: "There are still people who want to put up lanterns in the city? Today is not the Lantern Festival, isn't it?"
"Second Young Master." Ma Fengsun walked over with a solemn expression.
"Uncle Ma, you came just in time." Zhang Li forced out a smile: "Those children in the city are suffering from some kind of hysteria. In the late evening, they are playing songs and reading poems. Uncle Ma, please bring some people to the front to listen. Listen, what are they reading..."
"No need, I just came back from the front and I heard everything clearly." Ma Fengsun looked at him with a strange look: "What they are thinking about is a new poem."
"New poem?" Oita Shi Nao was very interested. "Chinese Tang poetry is the most elegant."
The Japanese are an extremely contradictory race. Most of them envy the Chinese culture and culture, admire and even worship the Han culture. The warriors and nobles even imitate the Han people's style, thinking that Sinology is a noble knowledge. , a poor imitation of various Han culture such as tea ceremony, poetry, Four Books and Five Classics.
On the other hand, I can’t learn from home. While he was reciting limericks in an artful manner, he was also carrying a knife to kill people and going out to sea to plunder...
This Oida clan always believed that he was a daimyo, not a Japanese pirate. Naturally, he highly admires and admires "elegant things" such as poetry and prose. "It's rare for these Ming people to come to the city and still be so elegant. They are worthy of the Tang Dynasty! Come on, what new poem is it? Let me appreciate it together!"
"It's a seven-character song." Ma Fengsun recited the lime chant he heard: "Thousands of hammers carved out the deep mountains, and the fire burned them as if they were idle. Don't be afraid of your bones being shattered and your body broken. You must leave your innocence in the world."
"Oh, Fengya, it's so elegant!" Before even reacting to the gift, Mr. Oita jumped up first. "As expected of a Chinese figure, this poem is really, really..."
"Well?"
After holding it in for a long time, he couldn't hold back any words of praise other than the word "fengya". He tasted it again in desperation, and then he realized the meaning contained in this simple but profound poem. mean.
"...Are they reciting this poem?" Zhang Li looked a little ugly. What does it mean to "not be afraid of your bones being shattered into pieces, but to remain innocent in this world?"
"Ma...Uncle Ma, this..." Zhang Li looked at the rising sky lanterns and felt that the sound of chanting brought by the night wind was getting louder and louder. His face turned pale unconsciously: "The sound can spread so far. Could it be that there are more troops in the city than just the Suzhou Guards..."
"No, the closest Taicang guards are still closing the city in Taicang and not garrisoning in Suzhou." Ma Fengsun shook his head. "These sounds... I'm afraid it's not just the soldiers, the people are also chanting on the city."
"Those Kongming lanterns should be the people in the city who are paying homage to the people who died today...Second Young Master, I have advised you a long time ago..."
"Why!"
Ma Fengsun sighed, his face slumped. "The people in the city still love King Cheng. This was originally the foundation for our establishment. But now..."
The look he glanced at Zhang Li became more and more reproachful.
"This..." Zhang Li was shocked. This poem was recited in unison in the city to commemorate the dead people. Doesn't that mean that the public sentiment of the people in the city has now...
It was originally thought that driving the people to attack the city would not only save their own troops, but also attract the attention of the defenders. It's a good and harmless idea.
But if we lose the support of the people because of this, wouldn’t it be...
The gain outweighs the loss!
Big loss outweighs the gain!
"Alas." Ma Fengsun glanced at Zhang Li again. I thought that this second young master might be a rare good prospect because he acted decisively.
But I didn't expect that he turned out to be an arrogant and short-sighted person.
How stupid is it to take advantage of the hearts of the people of Suzhou for a small profit? None of the two brothers from the Zhang family can take on such a big responsibility. The family property left by King Cheng is in their hands. I'm afraid that the dignified Zhang family will soon disappear into oblivion before any splash is made.
If it weren't for the opportunity that fell from the sky, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to achieve the momentum they have now...
"Uncle Ma, it's okay." Realizing the anger in Ma Fengsun's eyes, Zhang Li forced a smile.
"At least, my strategy worked. Zhu Su'er set up sacrifices for those people, which means that he did believe that we were determined to attack the city."
"In this case, we still have a chance. As long as we successfully capture the city..."
(End of chapter)
