Chapter 1,250 Mu Yuan Camp’s Plan

Style: Historical Author: Li PoshanWords: 2110Update Time: 24/01/18 17:13:13
As soon as the war ended, neither the Western Regions nor the Xiaer Army left the city gate. In the military camp under the city gate, there were still many seriously injured soldiers who died on bamboo couches.

"I have asked Divine Doctor Chen to prepare the ointment for the wound." Li Tao, who came from Chengdu, couldn't help but sigh when he saw the scene around him.

"Mr. Li, is there anything going on in Chengdu recently?"

After Jia Zhou's death, Dongfang Jing wanted to guard and go on an expedition. The person in charge of Chengdu was now his old staff member Li Tao and his legitimate son Li Liu.

"Don't worry, my lord, there is no problem. It's just that I heard that the front line was tragic, and many people in Shuzhou voluntarily went to the official office to enlist in the army."

Xu Mu shook his head. Enlisting in the military is not an easy thing. When the new army comes on the scene, the battle damage rate is too high. Moreover, if it is over-recruited, it will be somewhat militaristic, which will be detrimental to the political affairs of Western Shu.

"One more thing." Li Tao took out a letter from his sleeve.

"The information that Night Owl sent back to the palace was framed with a top-secret sign. I sent it over myself."

In the past, Jia Zhou was in charge and would dismantle it himself. But now Li Tao knew his own weight, so he still sent this top-secret information over in person.

"Sir, you are interested." Xu Muwen said softly, "If there is one next round, it doesn't hurt to open it, sir. The whole of Western Shu knows that the Li family of Chengdu is a loyal martyr of our Western Shu. The final suicide note of Master Jia, sir His name is among them.”

Hearing Xu Mu's words, Li Tao looked moved, trembled, and was about to bow down, but was stopped by Xu Mu.

"There is no need for this. After returning to Chengdu, I asked the miracle doctor Chen Que to make more ointments. It doesn't matter what my disciples did. The war is stalemate, and if there are enough healing ointments, my descendants of Western Shu can survive longer."

"Don't worry, my lord." Li Tao stood firm, saluted Xu Mu, and then turned around and left.

After watching it off, Xu Mu opened the letter. As he thought, the letter was sent by Huang Tian'er, Huang's adopted son.

In the intelligence, there was mostly news about the Sha Rong people, and it was also vaguely mentioned that Ling Su was probably still alive outside the Yan Island in Wuzhou. In addition, there is also good news that the master of calculation is willing to go to the Central Plains to meet. Of course, Huang Tian'er did not reveal Xi Shu's identity, but used Lao Huang as a gimmick.

There are three types of intelligence organizations in Xishu now. One is the most authentic intelligence agency, Xishu Night Owl. The intelligence network penetrates almost the entire Central Plains. The second is the Xiaer branch, mostly in the Hebei area. The third one is Huang Tian'er's Huang family's merchant army, which mainly investigates things outside the Central Plains.

It's a pity that Yin Hu, who had gone to the border previously, had not sent back a new round of intelligence even though it had been a long time.

After withdrawing his thoughts, Xu Mu rolled the letter back to its original shape. Si Hu next to him had already stretched his head and ate the letter in one bite.

"Brother Mu, I'm hungry. Why hasn't the kitchen started yet?"

"Wait a little longer." Xu Mu rubbed his forehead and continued walking forward with Si Hu.

In addition to the soldiers, there were also Shu generals such as Shangguan Shu, Lu Zhong, and Wei Feng, who were all seriously injured. Wei Xiaowu was hit by a dirty knife earlier and almost fell off his horse and died.

But when he approached the general's camp, although he was not too close, he immediately heard the high-octave sound of Wei Feng's fists.

"Brother Mu, it smells so good, roast chicken——"

Xu Mu's face became angry and he opened the tent in an instant.

In the camp, Wei Feng and Shangguan Shuzheng looked stunned and kept making fists. Wei Xiaowu and Lu Zhong, who were next to them, were so frightened that they stood up immediately, their bodies still wrapped in three layers of wounded linen.

"Si Hu, take these old boys back and lock them up for me!"

Wei Feng and others suddenly turned pale with fright.

"In the next round, if you drink while injured, I will all be sent to the swamp to raise crocodiles!" Xu Mu cursed angrily. The world is uncertain, and he doesn't want his old brothers to leave him one by one.



"Lord, calm down." On the tower, Dongfang Jing comforted him.

Xu Mu sighed. As he started to fight, there was not much fire left behind. In normal times, he would turn a blind eye even if he was forbidden to drink alcohol privately.

"Early this morning, envoys came from Beiyu." Dongfang Jing paused, "As the Lord thought, they are asking for the surrender of the soldiers and Jiang Meng's daughter Jiang Xian."

"In exchange?"

"Of course it's in exchange for food and grass."

Xu Mu's face was silent. To be honest, after taking over the Grain King, getting Lao Huang's funding, and the abundant rice harvest in Xishu, although the food and grass in Xishu is not as good as Chang Laosi, it is no longer scarce, and there is even some surplus. .

"As discussed before, Jiang Xian can be used for counterinsurgency purposes, but the ten thousand soldiers from Beiyu must not be sent back. The lord can reply to the letter and say that the ten thousand soldiers have been dispersed earlier. It’s time to send people away. As for Jiang Xian, all good things come to pass and she needs a more suitable opportunity.”

"Bolie, what kind of opportunity?"

"For example, a piece of false information."

Xu Mu could understand what Dongfang Jing said. If Xi Shu wants to win, it can only use all resources and means.

"I already have an idea about this matter. After two or three days, I will sort out my thoughts and then discuss it with the lord."

"Very good."

"My lord, the matter of the white-armored cavalry should also be put on the agenda." Dongfang Jing thought for a while and added.

Xi Shu's white-armored cavalry had its flaws discovered by Chang Sheng and is now in urgent need of improvement. At least, reduce the damage caused by the hammer.

Xu Mu originally wanted to add two more layers of cotton to the heavy armor. But in this way, under the tight heavy armor, the white-armored knights will definitely feel extremely bored.

The function of heavy armor is ultimately to reduce damage, not to turn white-armored knights into Iron Man. Flaws are inevitable.

"Beiyu's ability to defeat the white-armored cavalry is just because he tried his best to block the horses. By breaking through the Beiyu people's blocking of the horses, I, the Xishu white-armored cavalry, can continue to charge."

"I have already planned to add equipment to the horse that Bai Jia rides. When Beiyu wants to stop the horse, it may not be easy."

"Lord, what is equipment..."

"The war horses are also heavily armored."

Dongfang Jing thought deeply, "Although this will consume a lot of iron and stone. But we in Xishu will eventually have an elite division that can compare with the Yanzhou Archers and the Rice Selling Army."

"Bo Lie, Mu Yuan has accomplished extraordinary feats at the Snake Road in Kezhou. I intend to use this to build a standard Mu Yuan battalion. If the wind direction is favorable, we can ride on the wind and become a surprise attack army. "

"How many people are there?"

Xu Mu smiled bitterly, "About two thousand. Bo Lie also knows that once the war begins, our Xi Shu war preparations will be greatly consumed."

Although the price is not small, Xu Mu has always considered Mu Yuanying's idea. The previous snake path proved the magical power of the wooden kite.

But no matter what, according to Xu Mu's idea, the biggest role of Mu Yuan Camp is in the first round. To use the old words, with the wisdom of always winning, he will definitely figure out a countermeasure, and it is impossible to follow it.

Just like brewing wine in the past, at least eighty drunken immortals have emerged in the inner city now. The aroma and mellowness are different, but the method of distillation ultimately leaks it out.