"Dazhu, the Tang Dynasty's scouts are here. I think they may have discovered our arrangement!"
Black Teeth Changzhi stood up. He was wearing a white robe and was a head taller than the tallest person present. However, his movements were extremely agile and agile, like a tiger walking through the mountains and forests. His thick beard was connected to his temples. , covering the lower half of his face, and his pupils were as black as agate. But if you look closely, you can easily see that he is very young, no more than thirty. He walked to a big oak tree and looked down the valley. He saw dozens of cavalrymen walking along the road below. These enemies walked very slowly. They would stop and look around whenever they reached dangerous places. , obviously the ambush hidden on the hillside not far ahead could not hide from these careful scouts.
"Give me!"
Black Teeth Changzhi stretched out his right hand, and the slaves on the side quickly gave him a bow and arrow. The bow and arrow were similar to his body shape, and the arrow was as thick as a short spear. Hei Te Changzhi strung the arrow and filled the bow. After taking aim for a moment, he loosened the bowstring. With a soft sound, he saw a man in the cavalry at the foot of the mountain falling off his horse. The others quickly helped the body onto the horse and turned around. Hit the horse and leave.
"Send the order and give chase. These scouts won't be too far away from the team!"
"You mean this arrow was shot from a hundred steps away?" Liu An looked at the corpse on the ground and asked in a tone of disbelief.
"Yes, Colonel!" The answerer's face was as pale as the dead man on the ground: "I mean at least a hundred steps away, in fact it may be further."
In the pale morning light, the deceased looked as if he was sleeping. He could only be described as ordinary, but death smoothed the difference between beauty and ugliness. A cloak covered the wound. Wang Wenzuo lifted up the cloak, stretched out his fingers to explore the depth of the wound, then picked up the short spear-like arrow next to him, gestured, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
After waving his subordinates to take a rest, Liu An returned to the corpse with a wry smile on his face: "It may be too late to escape now!"
"It's too late!" Wang Wenzuo shook his head: "The thieves are the main army, and I am the guest army. If they retreat, they will definitely know a closer mountain road where they can get ahead of us. Instead of advancing and retreating when the time comes, it is better to retreat. Let’s fight here! If we win, everything will be fine. If we lose, we will have to accept our fate!”
"That's fine, but food——"
"Don't worry about this. The soldiers have three days' worth of food, and the army still has ten days' worth of food. If we kill the animals accompanying the army, we can eat for a few more days. In total, we have at least half a month's food rations. The thieves suddenly broke out, and for a while There definitely isn’t that much food!”
"That's true!" Liu An nodded. People have long legs, but food does not. The rebels are developing so fast. The only way to obtain food is to plunder and move around, instead of besieging themselves for more than ten days. After thinking for a while, he asked: "What do you think should be done?"
"First of all, kill all the animals except the horses so that the soldiers can eat well! Secondly, chop more wood and strengthen the fence; the only thing left is to pray to the gods and Buddhas!"
"You're right!" Liu An's voice became deeper: "Sanlang, the gods and Buddhas will protect us, right?"
Wang Wenzuo picked up the arrow and broke it with all his strength: "Gods and Buddhas will only bless those who help themselves!"
There was a lot of noise and chaos outside. People shouted loudly and were busy deepening the trenches and strengthening the fences. There was fine snow falling in the air. Wang Wenzuo stretched out his right hand, and the snowflakes fell on his palm and melted immediately. He let out a long breath and walked towards his tent.
"Sancho! You take my belt and go to the place where the cattle are killed, and get all the tendons. Just say I'm useful!" Wang Wenzuo took off his belt and handed it to Sancho who was following closely behind.
"Yes, Langjun!" Sancho responded, and was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Wang Wenzuo again.
"Anything else?"
"Your hair!" Wang Wenzuo walked up to Sancho: "Do all the Sanhan people have such long hair?"
"Yes, what's wrong?" Sancho asked puzzledly: "If there is no accident, we men in Mahan will never shave our heads for the rest of our lives!"
"Very good, go and tell those military slaves that anyone who is willing to have their heads shaved tonight can have meat to eat!"
"Is this the only thing?" Shazha Xiangru stretched out his fingers and fiddled with the wooden plate. There was nothing in it except dark boiled beans.
"Yes!" Black Teeth Changzhi nodded and picked up the spoon: "When I learned that Duke Fuxin had welcomed His Highness Feng back from Japan, heroes from all over the world mobilized troops to attack the Tang bandits and Silla thieves, but there was not enough food. If it weren't for We have already captured Jinhyeon City, and we don’t even have the black beans to eat!”
Shazha Xiangru's face turned ugly. He took a spoonful of beans and put it into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it with difficulty, as if he were taking medicine. It turns out that he and Heiji Changzhi are both noble chiefs of the Baekje Kingdom, and he himself is one of the eight noble surnames in Baekje. In terms of official position and family status, he is still above Heiji Changzhi. The Duke Bokshin in the two people's minds was Onimuro Bokshin. Onimuro Bokshin was originally a branch of the Baekje royal family. In terms of seniority, he was the cousin of King Uiji. His official residence was Zapyeong (probably equal to the Minister of War). In 660 AD, Su Dingfang led his army across the sea to destroy Baekje. Soon after, he led his troops back to China and moved more than 12,000 people under King Yiji of Baekje back to the Tang Dynasty. In this critical situation, Onimuro Fukunobu organized the remaining forces of Baekje to resist, and at the same time sent envoys to Japan to request assistance, and welcomed the prince Fuyu Fengzhang who was a hostage in Japan to return to the country and ascend the throne as king. The Japanese state sent people back to Buyeo Fengzhang, presented him with a large amount of supplies, and declared that he would raise an overwhelming army to help him. The nobles and heroes in the old territory of Baekje responded with troops. For a time, war broke out in the old territory of Baekje, and the states and counties changed their banners one after another.
Sha Zha Xiangru took a few bites, but couldn't eat anymore, so he pushed the plate away and whispered: "Chang Zhi, do you think the Japanese have ulterior motives for what they did?"
"That's natural. Even though the lips are dead and the teeth are cold, it's not in vain?" Hei Te Changzhi ate very deliciously, as if what was on the plate was not boiled beans but daily delicacies: "But our country has a close relationship with the Japanese country. , even if it ends up falling into the hands of the Japanese, it is still better than taking advantage of the Silla and Tang people!"
Sha Zha Xiangru nodded. It turned out that in the early Tang Dynasty, the Korean Peninsula was in the period of the "First Three Kingdoms", namely Goguryeo, Silla, and Baekje. Among them, Goguryeo and Baekje were both countries established by the Buyeo people (an ethnic group in the northeastern region of my country from the Han Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty), while the Silla people were a country established by the Sanhan people, a native ethnic group on the peninsula. Goguryeo is located in Liaodong and the northern part of the Korean Peninsula, Baekje is in the southwestern part of the Korean Peninsula, and Silla is located in the southeastern part of the peninsula.
