"I understand!" The three brothers responded in unison.
"Well! As for the defeat of Yalushui, you can't blame it entirely on your eldest brother!" Quan Gaisuwen said: "The commander-in-chief of the Tang army is Qibi Heli. He is a veteran general of the Tang army. He has served in the army since the time of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty. If you fight against him as a father, you may not be able to win, let alone him."
"Father!" Quan Yuan's male general Quan Gaisuwen was so partial and said angrily: "But the death of the defeated is the military law of our country. If the crime is punished according to the military law, how can we convince the public?"
"Punishment? Haha!" Quan Gaisuwen laughed: "Then the last time the emperor of the Tang Dynasty personally conquered our country, my father and I lost consecutive battles. How should we deal with it?"
Quan Yuan Nanzang was speechless immediately. What Quan Gaisuwen mentioned was that Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty personally conquered Goguryeo in 644 AD. Although he had to withdraw his troops in the end, he destroyed more than ten cities, beheaded more than 40,000 people, and relocated more than 70,000 households. It can be said that the Goguryeo side suffered a disastrous defeat. At that time, it was Quan Gaesumun who was in power in the country. If Goguryeo's military law was followed, Quan Gaesumun himself would definitely be severely punished.
"If you lose the battle, you will die. That is used to deal with the middle and lower-level soldiers. How can it be used to deal with our own family members?" Izumi Gaisuwen sneered: "Winning or losing is a common thing for military strategists, not to mention that there will be a chance to make a comeback soon. Got it!"
"A chance to make a comeback, father, you mean-" The boy from Quanyuan who had been silent raised his head and said.
"Not bad!" Quan Gaisuwen said with a smile: "I just received a secret report from the spies. The commander-in-chief of the Tang Army on the North Road is no longer Qibi Heli!"
"Could it be that the Tang people deliberately spread the news?"
"No, the Tiele people in Mobei have rebelled. Qibi Heli was originally a khan of Tiele, and the emperor of Tang sent him back to deal with the rebellion! This has been confirmed through intelligence obtained from several channels!" Quan Gaisu Wenmian Expressionless, but with a cold light in his eyes: "Yi Shuai, Khitan, and Tiele's cavalry will definitely leave with Qibi Heli. This is a good opportunity!"
Hearing this, the boy Quanyuan's eyes lit up. After decades of military conquest and political wooing since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the originally prosperous Eastern and Western Turkic Khanate on the grassland had collapsed, followed by the Xue Yantuo, Tiele, and Uighurs. Other nomadic regimes were either defeated by the Tang army, or were won over by the empire to become vassals of the Tang Empire, and these brave and capable knights also became an important part of the Tang Empire's military power. But after all, these vassal soldiers are different from the government soldiers. They maintain relative independence. The commanders are usually the leaders of their own tribes. Therefore, if Qibi Heli is transferred away, the Tang Army on the North Road will also lose a considerable number of troops. Cavalry, this will undoubtedly greatly weaken its strength.
"Father, please give me a chance for revenge!" Quan Yuan said loudly.
"No!" Quan Gaesumun refused the eldest son without hesitation. Before the second son and the third son showed their smiles, Quan Gaesumun said: "I will do it myself this time. Boy Yun, you stay and sit in Pyongyang!" "
"Are you going in person?" Mr. Quanyuan's mood was very complicated. He was disappointed at losing the opportunity for revenge, but also surprised at gaining his father's trust. Normally, it was the heir's responsibility to go to war and guard the city.
"Yes, it is impossible to leave this matter to others!" Quan Gaisuwen's voice showed no emotion: "If we lose, Goguryeo will be finished; if we win, then we will be finished, and I will be the only one to go there myself!"
"I understand!" Mr. Quanyuan nodded. This is the tragedy of usurpers. Without traditional protection, they are surrounded by potential enemies. They must be wary of anyone imitating them at any time: "Father, please don't worry, I will Keep Pyongyang safe!”
"Well, I'll leave everything to you!" Quan Gaisuwen patted the eldest son's shoulder, with a rare tenderness in his eyes: "By the way, Yuon Nanchan and Yuonnanjian, you two will accompany you this time." I’ll go with you, it’s time for you two to get to know each other!”
"Thank you, father!" Quan Yuan's son and Quan Yuan's teacher responded in unison. They glanced at Quan Yuan's boy, and not surprisingly, they saw a gloomy look on their eldest brother's face.
Snow particles fell from the sky and landed on the polished mussel shells on the windows, making a crackling sound. Wang Wenzuo opened the window, and the cold wind blew in from the window. He couldn't help but shudder. The black fields in the distance already had some mottled white spots. The farmers of Silla were busy in the fields, trying to escape from the coming god of winter. Grabbing a little more food in their hands would give them a better chance of surviving in the coming spring so that they could continue to serve their king and lord.
Wang Wenzuo closed the window again to isolate himself from the cold wind and everything outside the window. He was very surprised at his ambivalence at this time: he could make the decision to let tens of millions of people die without hesitation, but would he treat those miserable people Isn't it a kind of hypocritical self-deception to show mercy and try to let them live a better life as much as possible? Tell yourself that you are still yourself, or that middle-class citizen who lives in a modern society with abundant materials, has a gentle personality and is kind to others, rather than the conqueror of the Tang Empire in the seventh century AD with his hands stained with blood?
"Sanlang, everything is ready!" Cui Hongdu's voice came from the door.
"Yes!" Wang Wenzuo nodded: "Are the soldiers all sorted out?"
"It's all done!" Cui Hongdu said with a smile: "Today is the day to join forces with General Jin. We must give our Tang Dynasty some face. Don't let the Silla people look down on us!"
"Well said!" Wang Wenzuo patted his subordinates on the shoulder. The General Jin in Cui Hongdu's mouth was Jin Renwen. He was the younger brother of the king of Silla Kingdom. He was also the general manager of the march of Shenqiu Road in the Tang Dynasty and the main building of Silla Kingdom. General, was ordered to give food to the Tang army under Pyongyang City. Wang Wenzuo and the others all participated in the battle to destroy Baekje. In this battle, although Silla and the Tang army were allies, the relationship between the two sides was actually very delicate. Silla showed respect outwardly, but was wary of the Tang army's false intentions. To destroy Guo, they also took the blame; while the Tang army was resentful that the Silla army did not arrive at the agreed time, and the two armies clashed because of this. Wang Wenzuo and the others knew about this, and naturally they were very angry with this army. The incoming "friendly forces" are wary and fearful.
When Wang Wenzuo came out, the cold wind that came on him made him shiver. Next to the threshing floor was a poplar forest. Now the leaves had long fallen, and the white branches pointed towards the gray-black sky, lifeless. . The sergeants of the unit were already arrayed in armor on the threshing floor outside the door. They saw spears like a forest and iron armor like a wall. More than 800 people stood in the cold wind, motionless without the general's order.
"Captain!" He Bayong came up to him: "What do you think?"
"Okay!" Wang Wenzuo held up his palms and said with a smile: "Let the children of Silla see it too. We, the men of the Tang Dynasty, can't help but have iron in their bodies and in their eyes!"
