Wei Yan's resentment did not affect Feng Yong.
At this time, he was sitting in the tent of the camp, looking at the statistical data sent by Zhang Yuan, full of joy.
Probably because Jincheng felt that they were really impregnable, or maybe because Jincheng had sent reinforcements ahead, the troops were insufficient.
Therefore, such a large amount of food and grass was escorted by only a thousand people.
Do the math, you have to do the math first.
Feng Yong took out his pen and calculated the account carefully.
Thirteen thousand dendrobium grains were sent from Jincheng to Yuzhong. The journey was not too far.
Excluding the consumption of civilians, livestock, and escorting soldiers on the road, the remaining food was at least a month's rations for five thousand soldiers during wartime.
If there are 10,000 reinforcements in Jincheng, they will have about half a month's rations.
After receiving such a result, Feng Yong couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh.
Behind, really behind!
Thinking of the ration bags carried by everyone in his army, Feng Junhou felt proud. I can crush you with just logistics. How can Feilongqi lose?
When Zhang Ni came in, he saw Feng Yongzheng smiling from ear to ear. He, who was already overjoyed, also grinned.
"Oh, Bo Qi is here? Sit down."
Feng Yong saw him and greeted him quickly, "How are the arrangements outside?"
"Back to Junhou, everything has been arranged. People from the Dark Night Camp have sent manpower from both the east and west directions. If there are police, they will sound the alarm."
"There are also those civilians who have gathered back and are now asking them to dig trenches as a precaution."
Feng Yong nodded, "That's great. Did you ask what happened?"
There were too many supplies robbed, and it was almost night, making it inconvenient to march, so we could only rest for one night with this small camp as the center.
The captured civilian husband came in handy.
"I asked. This batch of food and supplies is from Jincheng, and is going to be given to the Cao thieves who are going to rescue Yuzhong."
Zhang Ni's face became even more joyful when he said this, "Junhou, we are really lucky this time. According to the prisoner, Jincheng sent reinforcements to Yuzhong five days ago."
"We have robbed so much food and grass this time. The Cao thieves who went to rescue Yuzhong may not survive for a few days."
Feng Yong nodded.
Otherwise, why couldn't he have laughed just now?
With Jincheng's military strength, if he could send five thousand troops to rescue Yuzhong, that would be considered as exhausting all his efforts.
Coupled with the civilians and auxiliary soldiers, there are more than 10,000 people in the sky.
Without this batch of food and grass, Jincheng's reinforcements will just wait to drink from the northwest wind.
That’s not right, there isn’t even a northwest wind this season.
Thinking of this, Feng Yong couldn't help but grin.
Now he is stuck between Jincheng and Yuzhong. If Jincheng wants to send food again, it will need at least 10,000 to 20,000 troops to escort the food.
But now it is a question whether there are still 5,000 troops in Jincheng.
So this time, I really cut Cao Thief directly on the seven inches.
"Your Majesty, what should we do with those prisoners of war?"
Zhang Yi asked again.
"Take off all their armor and clothes. After dawn tomorrow, put half of them to the east and half to the west. Let them go and report the news to Jincheng and Yuzhong."
If only a few are sent back, the coach will most likely hide them all in order to hide the news and stabilize the morale of the army.
But if hundreds of people on both sides are released, I don't believe this news can't spread.
Having said this, Feng Yong rubbed his hands and smiled: "For breakfast tonight and tomorrow, kill a few more animals to reward the soldiers. Everyone has worked hard these days."
Hearing what Feng Yong said, Zhang Yi couldn't help but swallowed, and quickly stood up and clasped his fists: "Promise! The general will make arrangements personally!"
After eating dry food for so many days, I almost vomited.
It doesn’t matter that they robbed so much food and grass this time. The key is that there are still a lot of livestock. If they are not used to reward the soldiers, how can they be left to Cao Cao’s thieves?
Feng Yong's military order was passed down, and the entire army immediately cheered loudly, and began to kill cattle and donkeys in preparation for the festival.
Large pieces of meat were thrown into the cauldron, rolled in water for a while to remove the blood foam, and then some salt was added.
Or just take it and roast it directly.
On the other side, steam was already rising from the cauldron, and the yellow corn stew was stirred until it became thick.
The aroma of various foods began to fill the air above the camp.
Ordinary soldiers can eat meat, which is equivalent to celebrating the New Year, but how should they do it?
Meat is a delicacy, but does it matter whether it is well cooked or not?
If the cooked meat doesn't taste good, you can sprinkle some salt on it yourself. It's really delicious.
Anyway, they are all confiscated things, don’t feel bad!
But cooking food for the commander's camp shouldn't be so rough.
There are special handymen in Feng Junhou's personal guard camp.
The handyman is a master, and with a boning knife in his hand, he can do tricks.
But I saw him taking a deep breath first, then holding the beef with his left hand and holding the knife in his right hand, breaking it down and scraping the bones. The boning knife seemed to be alive in his hand.
In just a blink of an eye, not only the meat on the bones was picked clean, but also the beef was cut into pieces two fingers wide and one knuckle long.
It attracted cheers from all the handymen.
"Uh-huh!"
The leader of the handyman swung the knife, and it was nailed straight to the wood next to him.
But I saw him pointing at the meat piled like a hill and saying to the cook standing next to him, "Make these first. If there is not enough, call me again!"
The cook gave a thumbs up: "Master Han's skills are amazing!"
A look of pride appeared on Han Long's face, "That's because my skills are not something that ordinary people can learn."
In a very loud tone, Manager Han often boasted that the personal guards around Feng Junhou would ask him for martial arts lessons.
But no one among the handymen dared to laugh at him.
After all, the guards around the king do call him "Master Han".
Therefore, everyone has a lot of speculation about the identity of this handyman. Many people think that he is at least an old man who follows the monarch, and he is also very close to him.
There may be some superficial tricks, otherwise the boning knife wouldn't be able to perform well.
But he definitely wasn't good at martial arts, otherwise he wouldn't have been assigned to take care of these handymen.
Ten chefs can't compare to Master Han's skill in removing bones and chopping meat.
But when it comes to cooking, Han Long admits that even a hundred Master Han can't compare to a cook.
The cook grabbed a large pot of meat, put various seasonings in it to marinate, and at the same time asked someone to put a pot on the fire and start boiling oil.
After a while, oil smoke started to rise, there was a splash, the marinated meat was poured in, and the aroma of meat wafted up.
Han Long took a deep breath: This is the taste!
Although dry food is also delicious, no matter how delicious it is, it can't compare to the meat fried in a pot!
How about that Feng Langjun’s sect has a long history?
Even the way of eating is different from other people in the world.
Stir-fried beef, beef blood soup, and big bones don't take enough time to cook, but you can make do with it.
With some meat sauce, freshly steamed buns, and sticky yellow rice porridge, Han Long grabbed a portion for himself and found a corner to eat.
He will eat whatever the prince eats, and he will eat whenever the prince eats.
This was ordered by Feng Junhou himself.
This is one of the main reasons why no one dares to laugh at Manager Han when he brags.
In the commander's camp, the cook was setting out food when Jiang Wei suddenly walked in hurriedly, "Your Majesty!"
"Hey, Boyue, your nose is really sharp. I just sent someone to find you, and you will be here soon." Feng Yong pointed to the seat next to him, "Sit down quickly."
Jiang Wei did not obey the order, but gave him a fist first, with even a trace of anxiety on his face.
"Your Majesty, there will be something to report at the end."
"Huh?" Feng Yong noticed something strange about him and was slightly startled, "What happened?"
"Your Majesty, at the end of the tour, I inspected each camp and found that most of the food sent to the Tiger Infantry was meat. However, the Mo Dao Team, Wudang Camp, and even the Junhou's personal guards did not have enough meat, so they made up for it with offal."
Jiang Wei's face was not only worried, but also a little uneasy, "Your Majesty, the generals and the Tiger Infantry are now under the command of your Majesty, how can they be treated differently from other camps?"
"Oh, this is the matter." Feng Yong coughed, "Bo Yue, this is not what you imagined. Among the Qiang Guards, if you have the opportunity, you need to eat more offal of poultry and livestock. This is the rule. "
How could Jiang Wei believe this statement?
He frowned and said, "Your Majesty, fairness in rewards and punishments is the most important thing. If your Majesty is going to treat the Tiger Infantry Army specially because it is sent by the Prime Minister, I am afraid that the army will not accept it, so please think again."
Seeing Jiang Wei's appearance, Feng Yong could only comfort him and said, "Bo Yue, there is a reason why I did this."
"And I am not treating the Tiger Infantry well. On the contrary, I have selfish motives for the soldiers who protect the Qiang Colonel's Mansion."
When Jiang Wei heard this, his brows furrowed even deeper, and the words "I don't believe it" were almost written on his face.
Letting other battalions eat the offal of livestock and the tiger infantry eating meat, isn't this a kind treatment?
It's just that Feng Yong has a high position and a relatively, well, distinctive reputation, so Jiang Wei doesn't dare to say too harsh words.
"Sit down first and listen to my explanation."
Feng Yong was a little helpless at Jiang Wei's persistence and pointed to the location.
Jiang Wei reluctantly sat down, but his eyes kept looking at Feng Yong. It was obvious that he wanted to hear a reasonable explanation from Feng Yong.
At this time, Zhang Yi and Jufu entered the camp.
The two of them first smelled the aroma of food all over the tent, and then saw the food laid out, and they both swallowed.
"Boqi and Xiaoxing are both here. Please sit down and eat while it's hot."
Feng Yong quickly greeted the two of them again, and took a sip of millet porridge from his bowl. His stomach had been suffering these days.
There are not many rules in the army. When Zhang Ni and Jufu saw Feng Yongdu taking action, they naturally followed suit.
"Junhou!"
Jiang Wei couldn't help but remind him again.
"Oh, Bo Qi, come and explain to Bo Yo why the army eats the offal of poultry and animals."
Feng Yong drank a few more sips and felt his stomach finally warmed up.
Zhang Yi, who was chewing meat and bones, was stunned for a moment when he heard Feng Yong say this, and then he immediately reacted.
"The last general specifically asked General Jiang when he was dividing the meat. Didn't General Jiang say that there is no habit of eating the offal of poultry and livestock among the Tiger Infantry?"
When Jiang Wei heard this, his face was stunned at first, and then showed a look of shame.
He stood up and cupped his hands towards Feng Yong and Zhang Ni, "The general is too selfish and did not realize that there is not enough meat in the army..."
"Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit!"
Seeing that the young man was anxious to admit his mistake, Feng Yong stretched out his greasy hand, pressed it down, and motioned for him to sit down, "Wait until Bo Qi finishes speaking."
Then he looked at Zhang Yi and said, "Bo Yue thinks that we feed the Tiger Infantry with meat, but feed the soldiers who are guarding the Qiang Colonel's Mansion with poultry and animal offal, for fear that the soldiers will be dissatisfied."
Zhang Ni suddenly realized and laughed and said: "General Jiang misunderstood. This is the rule of the Qiang Colonel's Mansion. On weekdays, try to let the soldiers eat as many poultry offal as possible."
When Jiang Wei heard Zhang Yi say the same words as Feng Yong just now, he began to believe that Feng Yong had not lied to him just now.
But he became even more confused: I heard that Feng Junhou treated the soldiers kindly and won their hearts. How could there be such rules?
"General Jiang doesn't know something," Zhang Ni glanced at Feng Yong, who was immersed in chewing beef bone marrow, and continued to explain, "Your Majesty has a method that can cure blindfolded birds."
When Jiang Wei heard this, a look of shock appeared on his face, "A blindfold?"
Many officers and soldiers in the army cannot see at night, which is commonly known as blindfolded eyes.
Anyone who can participate in the night attack can be considered an elite.
When the army is sleeping at night, they are not allowed to shout loudly or move around at will under any circumstances. A little more chaos can easily cause camp roars.
A considerable part of the reason is that most people in the army are blind at night.
The results of the camp roar were horrific. At best, the camp was in chaos, and at worst, the soldiers killed each other.
Even if there are no enemies, the army that roars at night may collapse on its own.
"Eating more offal of poultry and livestock can cure blindness in birds."
Zhang Yi was afraid that Jiang Wei would deepen the misunderstanding, so he explained more.
"It's not enough to eat the internal organs of animals once or twice. You have to eat more to cure it."
"I heard General Jiang said that the Tiger Infantry has no habit of eating the offal of poultry and livestock. If it is only eaten this time, it will not be of much benefit, so it is not distributed to the Tiger Infantry."
"If there are any mistakes, please forgive me, General Jiang."
Zhang Ni said, wiped his hands, stood up and apologized.
Jiang Wei hurriedly returned the courtesy, "So that's it. It's because I was lonely and alone. The fault is mine, not General Zhang's."
Then he saluted Feng Yong again, "Wei's knowledge is shallow, it's not as good as the Lord and Lord, just in case, let the Lord and Lord laugh!"
Feng Yong finished the porridge in the bowl and pointed to the food in front of him, "It's almost cold, why don't you eat?"
Seeing that Feng Yonghun didn't care, Jiang Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
His knot was gone, his knowledge gained, and his appetite was suddenly whetted. He immediately followed Feng Yong's example, no longer caring about etiquette, and began to feast.
Feng Yong glanced at Jiang Wei intentionally or unintentionally, while thinking in his heart:
With Jiang Wei's temperament, it would be fine if he met a boss who could distinguish between public and private matters.
For example, a gentleman like me who is praised by Jiang Wan personally for his ability and political integrity?
But if you meet a villain, you will inevitably suffer a loss.
For example, Huang Hao, who was tricked to death by Feng Langjun, who had both ability and political integrity?
Feng Yong robbed the Wei army's food and grass here, slaughtered cattle and horses to reward the whole army, and ate feasting, so happy.
However, the reinforcements led by Zhang Hua, the prefect of Jincheng, suddenly fell into a huge crisis.
When he heard that the food and grass had been robbed, his first reaction was that someone was lying about the military situation.
Zhang Hua drew his sword on the spot and put it on the neck of the captain who ran back to deliver the letter, even drawing a line of blood.
He gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you know what crime you committed by lying about military information?"
The captain, whose face was covered with dirt and was only wearing a single piece of clothing and no outer robe, burst into tears: "General, how dare you lie?"
"The Han army suddenly emerged from the mountains. There were at least 20,000 to 30,000 people. The villain only led a thousand people, and the rest were all civilians. It was really unstoppable!"
"Twenty to thirty thousand? Where did so many Han troops come from? How did the Han troops appear in the rear? Did they fly over?"
When Zhang Hua heard this, he was furious and kicked the captain who had returned from defeat.
"Come here, lock up all those defeated soldiers and interrogate them one by one!"
It doesn't matter if one person says this, but when two to three hundred people say it, Zhang Hua's heart suddenly sinks to the bottom.
Although the information about the Han army obtained from the defeated soldiers was inconsistent.
Some people say there are 30,000, some say 50,000, or even 100,000. There are different opinions, but the only thing everyone agrees on is that the food and grass are gone.
It no longer matters where the Han army came from, nor does it matter who robbed one's food and grass.
The important thing is that you must retreat immediately.
Because the food in the army can only last for five days at most.
He must return to Jincheng within five days.
