After eating, Yang Qian didn't plan to go out today. He first read the official documents and follow-up arrangements. Unexpectedly, he just took a nap and fell asleep.
Zhang Yumeng was a little panicked and called Lao Ge over for diagnosis and treatment. After giving him two doses of medicine, he left.
During this sleep, Yang Gan slept until three o'clock in the afternoon. He was completely blinded by sleep. Before he could fully wake up, he was force-fed two large bowls of soup.
Looking at Zhang Yumeng's grinning look, Yang Qian seemed to hear: Dalang, take medicine!
I don't know if the decoction had an effect, but Yang Qian gradually became energetic, and the power in his body emerged little by little.
This feeling of being able to lift a fierce horse with one hand is very reassuring.
"How is the taste?"
Zhang Yumeng performed very well during this period, and Yang Qian was ready to praise her, but when he said this sentence, he immediately received twelve negative comments.
"Bitter, more bitter than my bitter gall water. I even suspect that I am mentally exhausted from the pain."
"What the hell, is Ge Xiuming plotting against me?"
Zhang Yumeng waved his hand, "Don't make trouble, people are really capable. In fact, I saw that many doctors' medical skills are very average, and there are even many misdiagnoses. Ge Xiuming, Ge Zhao, and the doctors in Xuanhu Academy are relatively honest. "
"Here comes someone!"
The soldier came to the door of the inner room and said respectfully.
"Your Majesty?"
"Tell Ran Jing and Aman Shousi's people to come see me!"
"promise!"
Yang Qian stretched himself, he couldn't do this.
Although I am very tired, I really want to sleep until the end of the world, but things have to be dealt with.
"Qingqing, with my strength, there is no reason for me to lose strength like this."
When Yang Gan couldn't figure it out, he had no choice but to turn to Qingqing, the best master in the world.
Qingqing shook her head and pressed on Yang Gan's shoulder. Her fingers were like metal pestles, as if they were going deep into Yang Gan's bones.
Yang Gan grinned in pain.
After letting go, Qingqing smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. You are growing stronger. You have been beaten for another day and were attacked by four Qigong practitioners. It's good to be able to stand."
"Snapped!"
Yang Qian slapped the table, his face instantly turned ugly.
"Four of them should fight, let's see how I kill them! Damn it, how dare you sneak attack me after being overly ambitious!"
When Yang Gan mentioned this matter, his whole body exploded. Originally, on the battlefield, as long as he followed the strategic purpose, almost no one could stop him.
But just when he was most proud, the four pouncers actually cracked his tiger's mouth open with one blow. He probably had a constipated expression on his face at that time.
Fortunately, fortunately, there is no surveillance now, otherwise the shame would be thrown into the Pacific Ocean.
"Your Majesty, we are here!"
After hearing the summons, Yang Gan came outside immediately.
"Your Majesty, your body..."
Ran Jing's face was full of worry. Since the morning, he had not even bothered to deal with military affairs.
Yang Gan nodded, "It's not a big deal. How are the prisoners handled?"
"They are being held in custody at the Zhangshui Camp. Their weapons and armor have been removed. However, their food and fodder are wrong and the quality is extremely poor!"
Yang Gan was immediately curious.
"How are their rations?"
"Hold on!"
Not long after, a subordinate came in with a case.
The moment he saw the military rations, Yang Qian felt like he had traveled through time twice in a row.
As expected of being in the hinterland of the Central Plains, Shangguo's food reserves were not very good, but their specifications were very different from those of the frontier army before he came here.
A bowl of soybean paste, this is not bad, after all, my frontier army also retains the doenjang configuration.
After taking some, he put it in his mouth and smashed it. Yang Qian nodded, "Yes, Fuyan's miso tastes very authentic."
Next are pot helmets, pancakes, some flour and pickles.
This is actually the standard configuration of military rations.
The making process of Guokui is actually very simple. It is to pound millet and various other grains into powder, then add water and flour to make a large cake, steam it in a pot, and finally become a large cake.
Dig two holes in the big pancake, string it up with a rope and hang it around your neck, and then take it with you to the battle.
When it's time to eat, use the helmet as a pot, set up a fire to boil a pot of hot soup, put the pancakes in and soak them until soft, then you can have a lunch or dip them in miso.
However, Yang Gan frowned.
Shangguo is located in the Central Plains region and has the habit of eating rice. When seeing flour, there is less of it there, so it is a luxury product.
"Ran Jing, it seems that Fu Yan is under a lot of pressure."
"Your Majesty, what do you see?"
"Look, are they missing something from their military rations?"
Ran Jing took a closer look and frowned.
"There are no three types of corn, wheat, and broomcorn millet. It seems that Shang Guo's control over grain and grass is not very different, even if it is not at the end of his power!"
Yang Gan nodded appreciatively, yes, Ran Jing is getting better and better, and he can get it right with just a few clicks.
"Pick some good doenjang and leave some for me. Hey, weird thing, Shangguo's doenjang is quite delicious. It's not as salty as Xiaguo's doenjang!"
As we all know, no matter what kind of miso it is, it must taste delicious, but the one used in the army is different.
It must be salty. Only when it is salty can the soldiers' physical strength be replenished.
Looking at the military rations in front of him, Yang Gan's eyes were calm, but his mind was running at high speed to see if he could do anything.
"General Yimo sees that Fuyan's food and grass supply is already under pressure. Why not, we can postpone the offensive and instead go to the food and grass supply areas near Fuyan..."
"etc!"
Listening to Ran Jing's words, a flash of lightning flashed in Yang Qian's mind.
Ran Jing was stunned and looked at Yang Qian without knowing why.
At this time, Yang Qian's face turned dull and then turned into ecstasy, with the corners of his mouth raised.
Suddenly, Yang Qian laughed and fell forward and backward, constantly slapping Ran Jing's shoulders.
His whole body was still twitching.
Ran Jing was immediately confused, wondering why Jun Shang was so crazy.
After a while, Yang Qian panted and looked at Ran Jing.
"I, I have, have, a, good, good way. I can take down the entire Shang Kingdom without spending a single soldier or a single soldier!"
Ran Jing suddenly became energetic and said, "I would like to hear the details!"
Yang Qian hugged Ran Jing and kept whispering in his ear. It was normal at first, but as he heard more and more information.
Suddenly, Ran Jing looked at Yang Qian in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.
"This, this is indeed a clever plan. Your Majesty, the general admires you so much."
These words are definitely Ran Jing's true thoughts, and they are nothing short of miserable.
"Then, will you go down and make arrangements now?"
Yang Qian nodded silently.
"Well, let's do it right away. Remember, you must keep the information confidential and never leak anything. If you leak it, you will be beaten in public. By the way, this time I will take off your pants and beat you."
Ran Jing immediately shuddered and immediately handed over his hand, "I obey your military orders!"
Yang Gan waved his hand.
Ran Jing immediately ran outside. He was extremely excited. If this thing could really happen, it would be possible for Fu Yan to win it directly.
After all, the walls of Fuyan City are strong. Let alone siege the city, even the catapults and bed crossbows cannot be taken down in a short time.
Even in the end, if we capture it directly with powerful firepower, we will get nothing more than a ruined capital city.
How much time does it take to repair, how much time does it take to recover, how much manpower, material and financial resources are needed, how long does it take to rebuild, the situation in the entire Central Plains is changing, and there may be complications.
The most important thing is that causing a large number of casualties is definitely not a good thing for future rule.
Moreover, many people died in the Central Plains War itself.
, population reduction will not be of any benefit to future rule.
Yang Gan's eyes were beating fiercely, please protect him from all the kings of Shangguo. Otherwise, if it really doesn't succeed, he can only use force to attack. How many people will die by then is not something he can decide.
Yang Qian had just sat down when someone from the Tianshou Division came in and handed over a stack of information respectfully.
Yang Gan checked the confession carefully and asked after a long time without raising his head.
"Is what is written true?"
A person from the Amagori Division said, "We can't be sure that it is completely true, but there is still no problem with the authenticity of 89%. During the interrogation, dialectics was also used. Eight people verified each other, and the confession is still reliable."
"Lock these eight people together. I'll change my clothes and go there myself."
"promise!"
After giving the instructions, Yang Qian kept rubbing his hands with a rich smile on his face.
Returning to the back tent, he immediately asked Qingqing to put on the armor, and after a while of fighting.
The moment Yang Gan put on the armor, a burst of iron-blooded energy rushed towards his face.
"Qingqing, master, come with me."
"good!"
Zhang Yumeng quit and wanted to go with him.
The four of them walked towards the newly established military tent.
In the empty military tent, eight people were tied into hedgehogs.
They looked at each other and saw the sadness in each other's eyes.
I think at that time, the eight of them planned to kill Lord Wu An together in the battle formation. In this way, they would not only receive a large amount of rewards, but also inherit the Sword Saint Palace.
The most important thing is that the eight of them will definitely be famous among the rangers. You must know that Lord Wu An is not only famous in the aristocratic circle, but also a first-class strong man in the circle of rangers.
One can imagine how great the gains would be from killing Lord Wu An, and no one could resist such a temptation.
Zhu Hongfang directed everyone with a serious face.
"Tie me up and make sure nothing happens. If one of us rushes out and scares you, we will all be severely punished."
The soldier hesitated and said.
"Your Majesty is very skilled in martial arts, so you won't be hurt, right?"
Zhu Hongfang walked over and gave the soldier a headache.
"Tired of living? If such a thing happens, I will definitely lose my face. Then will General Ran still have any face?"
"promise!"
Several soldiers agreed immediately, and it was not like they didn't understand the importance.
Just seeing Lord Wu An's leering look on the battlefield, they glanced at the eight pouncers and felt that Lord Wu An could press them to the ground and rub them with one hand.
"It was a miscalculation. It's all my fault that I got you all involved!"
When he saw the soldiers going out, Bian Hongzhuo lowered his head, his original pride long gone.
