"It's enough to feed the captives half full. It doesn't cost much food and grass." Jia Yan glanced at Mang Mao, wondering why Mang Mao had been struggling with the issue of food and grass.
The three armies of Zhao, Wei and Han had agreed before that the grain and grass would be managed uniformly by the Zhao army. South Korea and Wei would just transport grain according to their previous shares, and the balance would be made up by Zhao.
The Han and Wei armies will eat whatever the Zhao army eats. Even if it is not enough, it is Zhao's business and there is no need for Mang Mao to worry about it.
And Mang Mao doesn't seem like someone who would worry about Zhao Guo.
Although the three countries are allies, they are also in a competitive relationship. What Mangmao would rather see is that after the three Jins join forces to defeat the Qin State, the Zhao State is out of food and grass and retreats back home. Instead of sufficient food and grass, the country is strong.
This is not a good thing for Wei Han.
Mang Mao put his hands on his knees, lowered his head, and frowned slightly. Zhao Guo's logistics supplies were so strong. It seemed that there could only be other reasons!
Fortunately, Le Cheng had been drunk by him and Bao Luan and would not wake up for a while. Jia Yan, like him, had a blood feud with the Qin State, so he was still certain to convince Jia Yan.
"That's good!" Mang Mao raised his head, let out a long breath, and said with a smile, "You don't know, I have been worried about the food and grass problem these days. The food and grass that your Zhao army uses in one month is enough for us to eat for several months. Every time I see them, I feel panicked, for fear that I will run out of food and grass. The soldiers also asked me if I would go back to the old food after the battle."
The soldiers of the three Jin Dynasties get along very harmoniously these days. Zhao Jun shows off in front of Wei Jun and Han Jun every day, and his vanity is greatly satisfied.
Wei Jun and Han Jun even regarded Zhao Jun as the God of Wealth. After all, without Zhao Jun, they would not have the same treatment as they do now.
In addition, the three countries come from the same origin, and the differences in language and culture are very small, so there is no difficulty in communication. Moreover, Qin is a great enemy, and they all treat each other as one of their own.
"Tell the soldiers that as long as I, Zhao Jun, are still here, there will be no problem with food and grass." Jia Yan said.
"The soldiers will be very happy when they find out. Having said that, such logistics is still of great benefit. Even if they march for seven or eight hours every day, the soldiers have no complaints and no one is left behind. During the battle with the Qin army At this time, no one retreated, and this was how we were able to defeat the Qin army." Mang Mao said.
"Yes, in the past we always judged strength by the number of the army, thinking that the more soldiers the better. But we forgot that it is not the number of soldiers but the quality of them. However, the disadvantage is that trying to train a real elite consumes too much food. They even have to provide meat. The consumption of marching and fighting has doubled. But fortunately, we are not responsible for the food and grass issue. The Prime Minister will prepare it. We only need to train troops, fight and win the war." Jia Yan nodded. He nodded, agreeing very much with what Mang Mao said.
In the past, when fighting a war, you not only had to take care of the food, grass and soldiers in the army, but also the food, grass and soldiers in the rear. The king said that the battle should be ended in a certain number of days, so you could only end the battle in a certain number of days. If you exceeded the time, you would run out of food.
It’s not that the monarch doesn’t give it to you, it’s that there is really no food!
The reality is so cruel.
Fighting is much happier now than before. There is full of food and grass, full of soldiers and armor, and all the logistics. You only need to be responsible for fighting the war, and you don't have to worry about anything in the rear.
If he couldn't win even this, Jia Yan himself wouldn't have the shame to go back.
"Yes, fight and win! It is easier said than done! Looking back, since the defeat in the Battle of Huayang, I have not led troops to fight in nearly twenty years. To this day, those soldiers The voice and appearance still echo in my mind, I, Mang Mao, feel sorry for them." Mang Mao sighed deeply, covered his face with his hands, and his tall body trembled slightly.
Jia Yan didn't speak and Mang Mao didn't forget. How could he forget.
But that man was too powerful, so powerful that he couldn't even think of a confrontation.
Revenge has become a luxury!
"This is all over." Jia Yan stood up, walked to Mang Mao, patted Mang Mao on the shoulder, and consoled him.
"It's over? You said it's over? Ask the soldiers who died in the battle, do they agree? Ask the parents who lost their sons, do they agree? Ask the hundreds of people who were massacred.
Surname, bullied woman, do they agree? "
Mang Mao suddenly raised his head and knocked Jia Yan to the ground with one punch. His eyes were blood red and he stared at Jia Yan with a gnawing gaze.
"It's been almost twenty years, what can I do if I don't go there?" Jia Yan raised his head and looked at Mang Mao.
"Have you forgotten the 30,000 Zhao Jun who drowned in the Yellow River? Have you forgotten how desperately they looked at you? Have you forgotten the resentment in their hearts towards you? It was your incompetence that led to the death of Zhao Jun. He died a tragic death. But now you are saying that you are past it. What qualifications do you, a person who is still alive, have to speak for the deceased? "
"For twenty years, I close my eyes every day, and all I see is their angry eyes staring at me. 120,000 Wei troops, 120,000 Wei troops! They are complaining about my incompetence, complaining about my cowardice, and complaining that I have not been able to fight until now. There was no revenge for them."
Mang Mao was already over fifty years old, but he was like a child at this moment, holding his head in his hands, fingers in his sparse pale hair, kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly.
"Bai Qi is too powerful, we are no match." Jia Yan shook his head.
Every time he recalled the Battle of Huayang, Jia Yan felt more and more terrible about Bai Qi, so terrible that it was impossible to defeat him.
"We are not Bai Qi's opponents, but not every Qin person is as powerful as Bai Qi. When they massacred our three Jins, no Qin person was innocent." Mang Mao stood up slowly, a murderous aura coming from his body. Emitted, straight into the sky.
Jia Yan looked at the terrifying murderous aura emanating from Mang Mao's body and was so shocked that he could not speak.
He had already guessed that Mang Mao was planning to do something that he wanted to do but didn't dare to do.
"I owe you a favor for this matter. You should pretend that you didn't see anything. I will bear all the responsibilities alone."
After saying that, Mang Mao turned around and walked out without looking back.
"Done?" Bao Luan saw Mang Mao and hurriedly came over to greet him.
"It's done." Mang Mao shook the seal that passed from Jia Yan's waist.
Although Jia Yan did not express his position, the fact that he was able to successfully touch the seal just now shows that Jia Yan has acquiesced.
Otherwise, with Jia Yan's strength, he would be able to detect someone approaching him even if he was asleep, let alone take something away.
"Okay." Bao Luan clenched his fists and said excitedly, "The soldiers will be very happy when they find out."
"Yes, in our two countries, Han and Wei, which family has no relatives who died at the hands of the Qin people? This blood feud can only be washed away with blood." Mang Mao looked at the west and suddenly smiled, "It's a pity that the number of people killed is a little too small. It will be indispensable for future generations. Being scolded. If we kill a million people, I’m afraid there won’t even be scoldings in future generations.”
