"Isn't that it? What good does it do me to let these guys kneel in the mud? I'm not a psychopath!" Wang Wenzuo sneered: "This will only remind them that they are being oppressed by the invaders and encourage them to find ways to take us down." Drive them away and cause us endless trouble.”
Sancho stared at his master with wide eyes and a confused expression: "But, you are indeed an intruder! This is a fact!"
"I am indeed an intruder, I admit it!" Wang Wenzuo said weakly: "But we can do our best to make the Baekje people forget this as much as possible. This is good for them and good for us!"
Sancho tried hard to understand Wang Wenzuo's words, but it might be too difficult for him. Wang Wenzuo also noticed it, and he sighed: "Sancho, if I don't die, sooner or later I will get you a piece of land, hundreds of subjects, and make you a master. So there are some truths you must understand: we are For people with bows, killing is inevitable. Killing or being killed is our way of survival.
But oppressing and insulting others is foolishness. Take just now, if someone draws a knife to stab, and you kill him, no one will hate me except his family and friends, because it is natural for the murderer to die. ; But if I ask them to retreat to the roadside and bury their heads in the soil when I pass by, anyone with a little blood will hold a grudge and wait for revenge. It is a fact that I am an intruder, but this is a thing of the past, time will always dilute everything, as long as I am not stupid enough to stimulate the other person to keep thinking about it! "
Sancho nodded in understanding. Wang Wenzuo knew that it might be difficult for him to understand this now, but at least the seeds had been planted. He smiled: "Let's go back to the city!"
Passing through the fish market and walking along the river embankment for more than 200 meters, you can see the north gate of Sixian City. The city wall extends to the northeast here and climbs up a hill. This hill faces the river directly, forming a A steep cliff. Wang Wenzuo and his party came to the north gate and were about to enter the city. Wang Wenzuo suddenly saw a lot of people gathered beside the cliff of the hill, as if they were doing something, so he asked the captain guarding the gate: "What's going on over there?" ?Why are there so many people gathered?”
"Not too sure!" The captain shook his head: "I saw many Baekje people going there this morning carrying incense. Maybe they were offering sacrifices to some river god!"
"Jiang Shen?" The sensitive string in Wang Wenzuo's heart immediately tightened, and he swore before the god that the Fox Ming Yu Shu was a classic routine of rebellion in ancient times. At the moment, Tang Jun's feet were dry firewood soaked in grease. A stray spark could set off a fire that would reach the sky and burn everything clean. No matter how careful you were at this point, you couldn't be too careful. He pointed his riding crop at the cliff and said in a deep voice: "Sancho, go over and find out what those Baekje people are doing!"
"Yes!" Sancho responded and turned around to leave. Wang Wenzuo quickly stopped him: "Change your clothes, you are too conspicuous!"
Sancho didn't let Wang Wenzuo wait long. He came back about half an hour later. He lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Lang, today happens to be the day when Baekje will fall!"
"By the way, why didn't I think of that!" Wang Wenzuo slapped his thigh, and then he remembered that today was the day that Su Dingfang commanded the Tang army to attack Sixian and forced the Baekje people to surrender in Kaicheng. His nerves immediately became tense. He got excited and said, "Are these people offering sacrifices to their homeland? You are so bold. Who is the leader? Do you remember them?"
"No, no!" Sancho quickly denied: "Mr. Lang, those people under the cliff are not offering sacrifices to their homeland, but female officials who jumped down from the cliff!"
"Female officer?" Wang Wenzuo was stunned: "What female officer?"
"That's what happened!" Sanqiu explained in a low voice. It turned out that when the Tang army broke into the city, the female officials in the palace and some noble women fled to the small city on the cliff mountain. Finally exhausted, the female officials committed suicide by jumping from the cliff into the river. This day happened to be the death anniversary of those palace ladies, so the people of Baekje gathered at the foot of the cliff to worship these brave women who would rather die than be humiliated.
"So that's it!" Wang Wenzuo couldn't help but smile bitterly. After Su Dingfang destroyed Baekje, the Tang army looked very ugly. As a result, as soon as Su Dingfang left, Baekje rebels appeared on the back foot. The Tang army who stayed behind was surrounded and ate mice in Sixian City. If If Liu Rengui had not risked his life by crossing the sea and borrowing Silla soldiers to help, Baekje's situation would have been even worse.
But from Wang Wenzuo’s standpoint, he could not criticize his own conduct: the fight against the Turks, Tuyuhun, and Khitan was to protect the family and the country, and the fight against Goguryeo was to avenge the grievances of his father and brother. However, Baekje and the Tang Dynasty did not border at all, and had never had any conflicts with the Tang Dynasty. What a conflict. Soldiers who left behind their fields, parents, wives and children to cross the sea must have a head start, right? The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty had no military pay, so they had to take rewards from the Baekje people. It would be a shame if military discipline could be improved in this way.
"Mr. Lang, how about I take some people to drive away those Baekje people?" Sangqiu asked in a low voice when he saw Wang Wenzuo's aching look.
"No need!" Wang Wenzuo quickly stopped his overly attentive subordinates. He still knew the outcome of the road and the destination. He thought about it and finally decided to find a way to do something. After all, he was also sitting on this crater. If you don't want your butt to be burned, it's better to find a way to remedy it.
In the lobby, there is an additional map next to the map around Sixian, but it is a large map covering Shandong, Liaodong, and the Korean Peninsula. Liu Renyuan and Liu Rengui were sitting next to the map, listening to Du Shuang's explanation on the map. Therefore, when Wang Wenzuo walked into the hall, no one paid attention to him. He carefully came to the corridor and waited carefully for them to finish their discussion.
"According to the intelligence from the north, the fleet of General Manager Su broke through the defenders of the Goguryeo bandits at Wei Island in the Zhujiang River (today's Datong River) seven days ago and went ashore to build a fort. The next step should be to encircle Pyongyang!"
"Then we will naturally send troops to respond!" Liu Rengui's voice was a little hoarse. He had caught a cold a few days ago and had not recovered yet. He looked a little haggard. He cupped his hands to the west: "The emperor sent the Sixth Division to report to China. I'm sorry, I'm waiting for—" At this point, he suddenly coughed violently and couldn't continue.
"Brother Zhengze, brother Zhengze, take a drink of water first and breathe slowly!" Liu Renyuan quickly picked up the cup and handed it over. After Liu Rengui's cough subsided, he sighed: "How could I not know that I should send troops to respond, but now the Baekje bandits The power is still strong, but the number of soldiers in our city is less than 10,000, and the most we can mobilize to go north is only 3,000 people. I am afraid that this number of people cannot even kill the Baekje bandits' controlled area, let alone Pyongyang?"
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