The situation in the Central Plains is strange.
The Northland is the territory of Jiang Mian, the newly rising Yan Kingdom, and his troops and horses are strong and ready to conquer the south at any time.
There are many large and small forces in the south. Small warlords and princes may only have one city, while large princes can compete with the Yan Kingdom for the world. The strongest ones are Nan Wu and Nan Chu. Although the country's name sounds profound and has the legacy of ancient dynasties, in fact It has nothing to do with ancient dynasties that have been destroyed for thousands of years.
Nanwu is located in the southeast and close to the sea. The land of plenty is relatively prosperous, and many wealthy families are rich and never lack military pay.
Nanchu, on the other hand, was not very wealthy because it was close to Nanhuang, and many aristocratic families had ambiguous relations with Jiuli. Although the military pay was insufficient, the people were brave and brave enough to fight and attack. Nanwu fought several times and did not escape at any advantage.
Persimmons are too soft to pinch, and Jiang Mian sets his sights on the wealthy Nanwu...
The soldiers of Southern Wu were few and average in fighting ability. The King of Wu sought help from various sects but was rejected. He scolded these sects for taking money and not working. On weekdays, various tributes and resources were sent to the mountain. If something really happened, he would just say "no interference". If you leave the secular world and don’t interfere with it, then why are you going to the secular world to loot resources?
King Wu, who usually bowed his head and bowed his head with a low eyebrow, rarely showed strength.
Standing in front of a certain sect's mountain gate and shouting curses, not counting his own curses but also ordering his subordinates to curse in unison, that scene was really a joyful New Year's Eve scene.
"How dare you cultivate immortality even if you don't work for money! With your virtues, you still want to ascend to the immortal world? Bah! Go ahead and dream!"
King Wu knew that the monks scolded him to the point of pain, while the guards who came from the market scolded him in all kinds of ways. Miraculously, no monk came down from the mountain to deal with King Wu even after scolding him for a long time.
The sect on the mountain was furious, and cursing him for his failure to cultivate immortality was a painful blow.
However, the change of dynasties at the foot of the mountain involved the general trend of heaven. The King of Wu at the foot of the mountain could not move, and hundreds of monks at the mountain gate swallowed their anger and turned a blind eye.
King Wu cursed and led people away, and wrote a letter in person for people to send away...
One month later.
A remote mountain village in the southern part of the Central Plains.
In stormy weather, people put down their farm work and go home to take shelter from the rain. The heavy rain was pounding, and smoke was rising from the chimneys of several shabby low-rise houses on the hillside. The mountain people hid in their houses, cooking vegetable soup to satisfy their hunger, and looking at the weather outside from time to time.
The barefoot, black and thin old man fed his grandson a gruel of whole grains mixed with wild vegetables. The child, who was not too big but not too small, drank up the gruel quickly while holding a broken porcelain bowl in his hand.
The architecture in impoverished mountainous areas is different from that in wealthy areas. The windows are covered with two wooden boards without window paper. The window paper is not durable. Each poor country has its own way of building a house. We cannot let a group of poor people pay attention to the architectural styles of various places without digging. Living in the cave is already pretty good.
The dark old man muttered.
"I don't know when the rain will stop."
I stood up and pushed aside the wooden board and took a look outside. This was a lifelong habit of living off the ground. I felt uncomfortable if I didn't look at the few acres of thin land at home every day.
When Yaoyao looked at it, his eyes suddenly widened and he paused. He raised his calloused hands and wiped his eyes...
"Chimang people...run!"
The screams broke the tranquility of the poor village. The villagers helped the elderly and children to escape up the mountain with cats, dogs, chickens and ducks in their arms. They tried their best to climb up for the safety of their lives. The children cried and the pigs and sheep squawked wildly, and they avoided Chi Mang people like snakes and scorpions.
Chi Mang, a tall man, lived in the hot mountains and forests in the south of the Central Plains, bordered by the sea to the east, the southern wilderness to the west, and the Central Plains to the north.
If the Central Plains has entered the process of civilization, then Chi Mang is still in the barbaric era, but it does not mean that Chi Mang is easy to mess with. He has been fighting poisonous insects and beasts for generations without fear of death, which has always caused headaches for the southern states and counties of the Central Plains. Unlike Jiuli, Chi Mang is not afraid of death. The custom of Mang is only to fight and loot, but not to cultivate.
The villagers hiding in the mountains were shivering. Passing by at the foot of the mountain was a Chi Mang army carrying crude weapons...
They saw Chi Mang people wearing only a piece of coarse cloth around their waists, bald heads, and black tattoos all over their bodies including their faces. They used scimitars, bows and arrows without armor, and marched through the valley straight to the Central Plains.
The king of Wu hired Chi Mang people to protect his throne purely to lure wolves into his house.
He can no longer care about so much. If he is annexed by the Yan Kingdom, he will definitely have no choice but to hang himself on a southeastern branch with three feet of white silk. He has to make a desperate move for power and status. The simplest and most effective way is to borrow troops.
Tens of thousands of Chi Mang warriors are enough to change the situation of the war. If Li Tang was at its peak, it would not be a concern, but now when the mountains and rivers are broken and the princes are fighting in a melee, introducing hungry wolves is like playing with fire.
north.
Jiang Mian was high-spirited and commanded the army to attack Nanwu Company and seize several cities.
Bai Yujun once warned him not to be impatient and not to be blinded by the victory in front of him, especially not to be unethical by naming names. However, who in this world can withstand the erosion of desire for power. Holding power will breed desire, lose one's nature, and forget the original intention.
Only major setbacks can wake you up.
After a smooth journey, they were finally blocked by the Wu army and started a tug-of-war. After several rounds of fighting, no one got any advantage. The Yan army's supply line was too long and the pressure was too great. The most terrible thing was that in ten days and a half, the rainy season might come, with three or four consecutive days. The monthly rainfall is no joke.
There is a meeting in Commander Yanjun's tent.
"Your Majesty, now we should build a camp and prepare for it step by step. Southern Wu is not as good as the northern region. There are many mountains and dense forests crisscrossed by water networks. If we advance too fast, we may fall into a quagmire and be in a dilemma."
"General Guo's words are reasonable, and encroaching every step of the way is the best policy."
Some generals advocated careful and prudent advancement. The one who could not hold on for two or three years would definitely be Nanwu.
But other dignitaries who joined the Yan Kingdom for profit hold a different view. They are more willing to speed up expansion and take the opportunity to plunder more resources of the Southern Wu nobles. Behind the war is actually the annexation of each noble circle by each other. If you spend money here, you will lose money. The biggest thing is them, no one wants to keep throwing money into the pit.
A noble representative with gorgeous armor stood up and saluted King Jiang gracefully.
"Your Majesty, our army consumes a lot of food and grass every day. Moreover, in front of us is Yuecheng. There must be a large amount of food and grass supplies for the Wu army in the city. We must at least capture Yuecheng before considering advancing or retreating."
"Yue Cheng..."
Jiang Mian checked the map and found that Yuecheng is located in the plain along the big river. The small plain basin faces the river on one side and steep mountains on three sides. Yuecheng is on the south bank. The river is gentle and there is no shortage of boats to cross the river. The Yan army can easily cross the river to support them, like a nail on the river. The hinterland of Nanwu is an iron nail that is easy to defend but difficult to attack. You can advance, attack, retreat or defend.
It's just that Yuecheng is too far away from other camps on our side, and it is the only nearby city that can garrison troops.
Will it be a bit of a lonely journey?
"Who is the guard of Yuecheng?"
The counselor stood up and reported.
"Your Majesty, Qiao Sheng, the guard of Yuecheng, was appointed guard because of his mediocre courage and mediocre strategy. He relied on his sister Liu Qiao to be appointed guard. He has a daughter who is very beautiful and has great martial arts skills and is good at charging into battle. She is quite famous in Southern Wu."
"in this way……"
After thinking about it for a while, I quickly came up with an idea.
"Send troops to Yuecheng!"
I originally doubted whether it was worthwhile to attack Yuecheng as a forward fortress, but after hearing that the Qiao family had a good daughter, I immediately decided to continue the attack, not to mention that it was better to live in the city than to camp in the wilderness, and there were beautiful women.
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