On this day, the Chinese army tent was in the camp.
At three quarters of Hai hour.
Yang Qian quietly sat up from the bed, came naked to the big tent, and slowly lit a cigarette. He finally understood why many successful people in his previous life could not sleep all night long.
This is entirely for worry.
He also gradually came to understand why Bai Qi had killed 400,000 surrendered soldiers of Zhao State. Sometimes, you don't just do whatever you want. Many times, it's not your turn to make the decision.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps. Zhang Yumeng walked in wearing a piece of clothing and turned on the stove slightly. The temperature was still a bit low.
"Oh~~~ Usually sleeping is like thunder, why can't you fall asleep today?"
Yang Qian let out a long sigh, unable to suppress the two big dark circles under his eyes.
"It's difficult~ There are more than 60,000 prisoners. If we don't handle it well, we can easily blow up the camp. Once the camp is blown up and weapons are taken, our situation will be in trouble. Let alone destroying Goguryeo, we may not even have a place to escape."
Now Zhang Yumeng has no choice. It is not easy to deal with more than 60,000 people.
"I can't comfort you. After all, I'm not a professional in this matter. But you've always been good at spreading rumors. Even if you can't deal with them, it's not difficult to keep them from causing trouble."
"Ahem~~~"
Yang Gan was shocked and asked, "In your eyes, am I just someone who likes to spread rumors?"
Zhang Yumeng nudged him with her elbow and said with a smile, "What rumors? I just groaned. What I said was spreading rumors. As for what kind of rumors can make them behave, that's up to you."
After taking a long drag on the cigarette, Yang Gan rolled his eyes, and a bad idea suddenly came out of his heart.
Yang Qian immediately took out his mobile phone and wrote down something on the memo, for fear that he would forget it tomorrow.
Seeing Yang Gan's look, Zhang Yumeng smiled and said, "How about it? You can sleep this time."
"Well, it's okay. I feel sleepy now."
Yang Qian opened his mouth wide and let out a big yawn.
The next day.
In the prisoner camp, a piece of news spread.
A prisoner with a gleam in his eyes said, "Have you heard the news?"
Another soldier with dull eyes, his reaction was obviously slow.
"what news?"
"Every time we go on an expedition, we must carry seven to thirty days' worth of food. Yesterday, the soldiers guarding us said that our seven-day supply of food is only equivalent to their three-day supply."
"Not that much."
"Hmph, someone must have stolen our military rations."
...........
"Hey, hey, have you heard? The Great Martial God King actually doesn't like women, he likes pedophiles."
"There's a limit to joking. I was lucky enough to meet the king once. He has a tall build and a majestic face. He is an out-and-out man."
"I heard that the more powerful a man is, the more he likes pedophiles."
"Ah? That's not the case. What's the use of this shit-stirring stick?"
"With your king's stature, you can't be like a toilet basket."
"It's impossible that he has so many concubines in his harem."
"Maybe those concubines are serving prostitutes, not necessarily the king."
"What!!!!!!!"
I don’t know since when, one rumor after another began to spread in the slave camp.
Many rumors seemed exaggerated, but after several days of discussion, many people actually believed them.
Yang Qian deeply understood that if there were any rumors, he would stop them. After stopping them, he would start to guide public opinion.
From his own perspective, his reputation, and his moral character, he smeared the King of Martial God in all aspects.
Let those who are more sensible and not easily led astray build docks nearby.
In such cold weather, I went out for a long time, and when I came back, I was almost frozen into quail eggs. I was constantly shivering, especially at the seaside, with the roaring sound.
The sea breeze was like a sharp steel knife, constantly scratching their cheeks.
After returning to the camp, the heat from the stove made them feel more comfortable.
If you do this several times, even the wisest person can be turned into a psychopath.
In an instant, the slaves of the two groups began to feel wild.
People's hearts are divided, and naturally there is no strength left to resist.
On this day, Yang Qian finally received the news, confirming the date of the banquet.
Three days later, the wind and snow suddenly stopped and the sun shone brightly, which was perfect for team building.
Let Anzi figure out the entire banquet process in these three days. This is not a secret. After a little inquiry, he reported it to Yang Qian.
When Yang Gan received the news, he was dumbfounded. He thought that banquets were held for the soldiers. What a good boy, he actually let the soldiers use the big pot.
Ten people live on one fire, and one fire uses one stove. One bonfire is ten people. After boiling water in a clay pot, throw the grain into it, and soon there will be a big pot of food.
Yang Qian had eaten the Xia Kingdom's big pot meal, and it was pretty good. The military rations here for his own frontier army were luxurious. Sometimes, a few canned meats were thrown into each big pot meal, not to mention how delicious it was.
But what about Goguryeo? Except for grains and pickles, there is nothing nutritious at all.
This time the King of Martial God was also hemorrhaging a lot. He specially asked people to add some meat and fish to it. In fact, some of the remaining animals in the palace went into the water.
The palace has a lot of expenses. In addition to mutton and pork, most of it is game purchased from hunters or taxed.
I ate all the meat myself and threw all the offal and other organs outside. Anyway, given the current temperature, there was a big refrigerator outside.
These useless things can just make the elites in the inner city cheaper.
Of course, King Dawu Shen was not an idiot. He took out the good wine and meat from the bottom of the box. These were specially given to the elite, his direct army.
For King Dawu, having as many soldiers as he wanted was not enough. After two years, another bundle of leeks matured.
But loyalty is hard to buy, so the direct troops naturally have to start a small war.
According to the process provided by the secret agents, Yang Qian was confused for a long time. It was too simple.
In the past, we started cooking and so on based on the number of people.
But that day was a treat for King Wu Shen, so it was unlikely that there would be descendants who came first. They must be eating together.
This created an excellent condition for Yang Gan. After sending the execution order to Anzi, Yang Gan also called the generals over.
Have a meeting! ! !
Zhu Zhiye was one of the first members of Ran Jing's plundering caravan. Because most of the team were from the Central Plains, they surrendered very quickly.
After training, he and Zhong Wenshi were sent to Goguryeo to lurk. If they were Goguryeo people, they would never be able to rebel.
At that time, Yang Gan promised him that he only needed to do good work, and after the Xuantu County was defeated, his beloved could naturally be rewarded to him.
This time Yang Gan issued a strict order. As long as Zhu Zhiye can complete this task well, his wish will naturally come true for him.
So Zhu Zhiye has completely given up. After all, he used to be a merchant. Although he has no status, he has no worries about food and clothing.
In order to lurk in the royal city, he suffered a lot, and it was extremely difficult to switch from extravagance to frugality, but for the woman he once loved, he was... fearless, and his hatred for the governor of Xuantu County was also one of his motivations.
Because it is close to a river, there is no shortage of water sources, but there are not many places to fetch water, and there is a large army to protect it.
Goguryeo is not a perfect place, and we are afraid of someone poisoning it, but these water sources are living water. After poisoning, it only needs to sit for a few hours, and the toxicity will be reduced by several levels, and it will return to normal after a day or two.
Therefore, the guarding soldiers also have another responsibility, which is to prevent people from littering and polluting water sources.
Zhu Zhiye knew that it was impossible to poison the water source. There were rods made of silver around the water source. If it were poisonous, the silver rod would instantly turn black, and even a blind man could see it.
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After Yang Gan's instructions and his own understanding, he decided to poison the water while fetching it.
However, there are big difficulties.
After the water was brought up, it was usually stored in pottery jars near the military camp. When water was needed, the soldiers would fetch it.
In other words, these water sources will be used from time to time, which is the most difficult thing to do.
If he poisoned it too early, a group of people would be directly infected. If he poisoned it too late, a large group of people would not get it. How to poison more people was what he needed to consider so far.
He rolled his eyes, discussed with some secret agents, took some money from the stronghold, and walked towards the management office with four or five people.
Arriving at the steward's room, Zhu Zhiwen first bowed and saluted, and then showed a sad look on his face.
The steward in the room looked at Zhu Zhiwen's bitter look on his face and frowned.
"Why don't you go to work and come here to the track?"
Zhu Zhiwen rubbed his head and rubbed his hands vigorously.
"Sir, I, can I not go outside to transport food? I, I want to stay in the city."
As we all know, although the weather is cold, there are almost two worlds inside and outside the city. There are no bunkers outside the city, and there are many mountains and hills. Although it can effectively block the cold wind, the alley wind blowing from the mountains is stronger than the wind on the plains. Even colder.
It's different inside the city. It's colder, but it's blocked by city walls and houses. The temperature is the same, but there's wind in one place and no wind in the other. The difference is huge.
Therefore, generally people with some ability and connections will choose to work as errands in the city instead of transporting things from outside the city every day.
If it weren't for the Mongolian sweat medicine and armed personnel trying to sneak in, Zhu Zhiwen wouldn't be able to stand it long ago.
The person in charge sneered, "Who do you think you are? If I hadn't pitied you, you wouldn't even be able to do the job of transporting food and grass, and you still want to pick places?"
Zhu Zhiwen waved to the people outside the door, and everyone took out a money bag from their arms.
After Zhu Zhiwen snatched the money bag, he carefully placed it on the steward's desk. When he let go of the money bag, he couldn't help but lick his lips, as if he had cut off his flesh.
When the steward looked at it, he suddenly felt a little cold and handsome.
