Half a month later, the barbarians in Jianling City began to sit still.
"Shuai Meng, this is already the third time! If this continues, our barbarian warriors will all starve to death!"
Meng Kun sat in the main seat and listened to the roars of the other clan leaders, his face looking gloomy and scary.
The loss of more than 100,000 dan in half a month was already crippling for Meng Kun!
"Have you found out? Who is robbing our food and grass? Why can't we catch them?"
Meng Kun sent at least 5,000 people to patrol, but he never found out where the grain interception team sent by Liu Zhang was hiding.
"Shuai Meng, we found it! There is a navy on the Lujiang River. As long as our food and grass appear on the river, they will definitely intercept it!"
"Sailor!"
Meng Kun was not angry. He didn't expect Liu Zhang to be so cunning and send all the navy troops here!
Buwei in Yongchang County is very far away from Jianling in Yizhou County. If we don't rely on water to transport food, we won't be able to make it in time!
But if this continues, Meng Kun's 50,000-strong army will starve to death.
"How many people are there in Liu Zhang's navy?"
Meng Kun had no choice. He didn't have a navy or even a boat.
If he was really desperate, Meng Kun could only ask all his soldiers to board bamboo rafts to fight Liu Zhang's navy.
"About five thousand people."
Meng Kun breathed a sigh of relief, this number was quite acceptable.
"There are 50,000 barbarian warriors in Jianling. It is better to build bamboo rafts and then send 20,000 warriors to fight on bamboo rafts. As long as these navy troops are eliminated, the food crisis will naturally be resolved!"
The leader of the Turtle clan was shocked and waved his hands to refuse.
"Shuai Meng must not do it! I saw with my own eyes the naval warships of Liu Zhang's army. They are definitely not matchable by us. If all the barbarian warriors are allowed to go to the river, they will probably lose their lives in vain!"
The 50,000 barbarians who built Ling City were not the private property of the Meng Kun clan. They were the strength of the entire Yongchang County barbarians. Meng Kun is willing to let his warriors die, but the clan leaders of various tribes are absolutely reluctant to do so.
Especially the clan leaders of small tribes don't have many strong men in their tribes. If all of them are killed or injured on the Lu River, their tribes will be in danger of being annexed when they return.
"This won't work, that won't work either! What do you want me to do? Starve to death in Jianling City!"
Why didn't Meng Kun understand the little thoughts of these clan leaders? Whether they can survive the battle is still open to question, but it is true that they don't want soldiers to suffer casualties.
"Shuai Meng, calm down!"
The clan leaders tried to persuade each other one after another, but they didn't have any good ideas in mind to break the situation, so they could only lower their heads and sigh.
"Commander Father, we and Yong Jie have a total of 100,000 troops. Why are we suppressed in the city by Liu Zhang's 60,000 troops and dare not move?"
A sturdy young man suddenly walked out of the crowd. His burly figure did not match his childish face at all.
"It turns out to be Huo'er!"
Meng Kun's eyes rarely flashed with a hint of relief. He was most proud of his son Meng Huo.
Although he is only fifteen years old, his bravery is no less than that of any barbarian warrior. I believe that in a few years, he will definitely become the number one barbarian!
"My son doesn't know something. Liu Zhang is extremely treacherous. He fell into his trap before he became a father! If it wasn't a fluke, he would have been poisoned by him!"
Of course Meng Kun would not say that Liu Zhang took the initiative to let him back, as that would definitely damage his status in the hearts of the barbarians.
"Commander Father, so what does treachery mean? Everything must be based on strength! Now that Liu Zhang is besieging Dianchi Lake, his camp must be empty of troops! As long as we make a sneak attack at night and let Yong Jie lead his army out, how can we not defeat Liu Zhang?"
After Meng Huo's reminder, Meng Kun suddenly realized.
That's right, I've never had a direct confrontation with Liu Zhang, so why are I so afraid of him?
The last defeat outside Zhu Ti City was not at all because they could not defeat Liu Zhang, but because when Liu Zhang came, their soldiers and horses all killed each other!
If Liu Zhang was really confident of defeating the barbarian army head-on, why did he fake defeat twice in a row?
"What my son said is absolutely true! As a father, I almost made a mistake!"
Meng Kun's mood immediately improved. As long as Liu Zhang was defeated head-on, the navy on the Lu River could be completely ignored.
"Shuai Meng, what the young marshal said is right! The Han people are weak and far inferior to us barbarian warriors! Now that we have the advantage in terms of military strength, if we start a melee with Liu Zhang, we will be the final winner!"
The clan leaders of each tribe nodded, fully agreeing with Meng Huo's strategy of hijacking the camp, and no one raised any objection.
Meng Kun was very happy, but still a little embarrassed.
Unexpectedly, he would not receive support from everyone, but his son Meng Huo would instead attract everyone's admiration.
It seems that the position of the Barbarian King may really appear again! Meng Huo has great possibilities.
"Okay! It's just that Yong Jie's cooperation is needed to rob the camp. Now that Dianchi Lake is surrounded from all sides, how can we spread the news?"
To deal with Liu Zhang, you must seek to win with one blow and kill him completely to prevent Liu Zhang from having a chance to breathe.
But it would be difficult for Meng Kun's 50,000 men alone to achieve this.
"There is no need to worry, Commander Meng. My warriors are good at climbing. They can lurk to Dianchi Lake at night, then climb up the city wall and notify Yong Jie!"
The Mong clan is located deep in the mountains, and the most basic survival skill for every tribe member is climbing. Sneaking into the city is a piece of cake.
"Okay! Now that's the case, it's time for the clan leader to take care of himself."
Five days later, at the end of the day, the gates of Jianling City were opened wide, and countless barbarians spewed out under the leadership of Meng Kun, Meng Huo and others, all heading towards Dian Lake.
All 50,000 barbarian troops were dispatched, and Jianling instantly became an empty city.
The barbarians were good at traveling through the mountains and marched very fast. They arrived near Dian Lake in just half an hour.
Since the barbarians did not wear shoes, the whole process caused very little noise, even less than the sneak attack by Liu Zhang's elite troops.
The whole process went extremely smoothly, from leaving the city to arriving at the destination, without any problems.
The moonlight is bright tonight, and Liu Zhang's army camp is also brightly lit, so the situation in the camp can be seen almost clearly.
Many patrol teams were inspecting the camp, and the guards at the door were still looking around nervously. It seemed that the guards were extremely tight.
"Commander Father, it seems Liu Zhang has been prepared for our night attack!"
Meng Huo must have been worried, but Meng Kun was relieved.
"Liu Zhang is good at using troops, so it is normal to be prepared! If the camp is unprepared, we will not be able to enter!"
Meng Kun's ability to become the leader of the Meng clan was not just due to brute force, he also had a good mind.
"Father, it's Yin time soon, and it's probably going to be dawn in another hour!"
Meng Huo felt a little anxious. Normally, people are most sleepy during the Chou hour. After the Yin hour, they will gradually wake up.
But Liu Zhang's camp in front of him was heavily fortified, so the effect of the night attack would not be obvious.
