While the group was talking, they had already arrived at the Tang Army camp. Wang Wenzuo asked Cui Hongdu to let the team camp in accordance with the instructions of the Central Military Officer, and he followed Wang Zhaotang to the Chinese Army Camp. Along the way, we saw the camp stretching for more than ten miles, with smoke rising like slender fingers from hundreds of campfires, heavily armed people sitting under the trees sharpening their weapons, and all kinds of flags fluttering in the wind, with flag poles set deep Into the muddy ground.
"Wen Zuo, did you see it?" Wang Zhaotang proudly pointed to the soldiers on both sides of the road: "Over there are the Xuanrun crossbowmen, over there are the Danyang soldiers, who are best at using rattan and short marks, and there are Qingzhou's pole soldiers and good messengers. Spears, and—"
Wang Wenzuo's eyes followed Wang Zhaotang's fingers, and he saw people greeting him from time to time. It was obvious that Wang Zhaotang had many friends. Wang Wenzuo smiled: "It seems that the morale of the armies is good!"
"Of course, the elites from Guandong of the Tang Dynasty gathered here!" Wang Zhaotang smiled proudly, and then lowered his voice and asked: "But I heard that the rebels in Baekje are quite rampant, I don't know-"
"Yes!" Wang Wenzuo nodded: "When I came here, I also encountered a group of Japanese!"
"There are still Japanese people?" Wang Zhaotang was surprised: "Then what happened next?"
"Of course I was defeated and hundreds of people were captured alive!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "The leader among them has been surrendered as a prisoner by the Silla people. Counting the time, he should have arrived in Qingzhou by now!"
"Wen Zuo is indeed a good trick!" Wang Zhaotang raised his thumbs: "Did you know? These prisoners will be sent to Chang'an and presented to the emperor. Your name will also be heard by the heavens, and maybe you can also rely on it. This cloud is rising straight up!"
"Is there such a thing?" Wang Wenzuo was stunned. These Japanese prisoners might be escorted to Chang'an, but the possibility of being sent to the emperor was unlikely. After all, the Tang Dynasty at that time was a country that ruled many foreign races. In the great empire, the emperor is at the ninth level, and there are too many things to consider. How can he have time to pay attention to such trivial matters as capturing a few distant barbarians, let alone Wang Wenzuo's name.
"You don't know about this brother!" Wang Zhaotang waved his hand, indicating that he should step aside. A smile that was quite familiar to Wang Wenzuo appeared on his majestic face. He used to look at real estate agents and insurance salesmen. I often see: "I have a brother who happens to be on a business trip to the capital and is working as an errand in Nanyazhong. He mentioned in his letter to me that there are Japanese envoys coming to the capital and they have been stranded for some time!"
"There are Japanese envoys? This is strange. Since they sent envoys, they wanted to have good relations with the Tang Dynasty, but why did they send troops to assist Baekje to rebel? Aren't the Japanese afraid that the envoys would be killed?"
"Brother, you don't understand!" Wang Zhaotang said with a smile: "My brother said in the letter that these Japanese are very arrogant, but they are just a small country, and they actually think they can compete with me, the Tang Dynasty. It is said that their chief is in the country. The book claims to be the 'Emperor of Sunrise', but calls me the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty as 'Emperor of Sunset'. No matter how magnanimous the saint is, how can he endure it? If he offers prisoners to Chang'an, the Emperor will definitely use them to invite the Japanese envoys to share the suffering. Prisoners, let them see the power of heaven! With such things, brother, how can your reputation not be heard by heaven?"
Wang Wenzuo smiled indifferently. As a time traveler, he naturally could not have the demigod-like respect for the emperor like the people of the Tang Dynasty, but the power of life and death in his hands was true: "If this is really the case, , then it’s my brother’s blessing!”
"What do you mean it's true! It's definitely the case!" Wang Zhaotang said categorically: "If my prediction is correct, in half a year at most and in three months at least, the documents from the Ministry of War will be delivered, and Brother Wang will be in the sky, and you can go there then. Don’t forget to be there!”
While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived outside the tent. Wang Zhaotang went in to communicate, leaving Wang Wenzuo alone. The cold wind blows in the face, the big flags above the head are flapping, and gray smoke rises like catkins under the distant horizon. Perhaps as Wang Zhaotang said, a grand prisoner dedication ceremony is being held in Chang'an thousands of miles away, and the emperor will Remember your name and give generous rewards, but you must survive first. High officials and generous salaries are of no use to the dead.
"Xuanjie Colonel Wang Wenzuo from the Governor's Office of Xuanxiongjin is here to meet you!"
"My subordinates are here!" Wang Wenzuo quickly tidied up his appearance and followed the messenger into the tent. He found that the tent was very empty - there were only three people in the tent over 40 square meters, and the one sitting in the middle was a young man. An old man in his sixties, wearing a crimson round-necked toga and a ribbed turban on his head, with big bags under his eyes, a big mouth under his lion nose, and a clean shaven chin. He was reading a letter in his hand. Both of them were in their prime, described as majestic, with unconcealable anxiety on their faces. Wang Wenzuo did not dare to look at him for a second, so he hurriedly gathered his clothes and bowed down: "Wang Wenzuo, the Xuanjie captain of the Governor's House in Xiongjin, comes to see the general manager!"
The old man ignored Wang Wenzuo, but read the letter silently, and then put it next to the oil lamp. The flames danced and licked on the letter paper. Only a little bit of paper was left in the corner before the old man threw it into the copper incense burner nearby.
"What's the situation like over there in Baekje?"
"The official position is humble. Regarding the situation in Baekje -" Wang Wenzuo considered his tone. This was the first time he had the opportunity to meet Su Dingfang. He didn't know the other party's temper. If possible, it was better to be careful.
"Just tell me what you know, and others will make their own decisions!" The old man interrupted Wang Wenzuo. He seemed a little tired, leaning his back on the fur cushion behind him, his eyes slightly closed.
"Yes!" Wang Wenzuo lowered his head: "Xiaguan besieged Imcun City before leaving Baekje. The main force of the rebels came back for reinforcements, and our army had to withdraw its troops back to Sixian. Xiaguan had a confrontation with the Japanese on the way to his death, and learned from the captives You know, the Japanese have sent reinforcements to support the rebel leader!"
"Well, no wonder you only have this few men! You have fought against the Japanese. What do you think of them?" The old man opened his eyes and looked at Wang Wenzuo: "Sit down and talk!"
"Thank you, Chief!" Wang Wenzuo carefully lowered half of his buttocks on the bed next to him: "The last general had a fight with the Japanese at sea, and his soldiers, armor, bows and arrows were all useless, but after a military order, the soldiers worked together with one heart and one mind. Don't turn your heels!"
"Yes!" The old man nodded: "Did you bring the captured Japanese armor?"
"There are still one or two left in the army. If the general manager wants to see them, the general will have them fetched immediately!"
"Get it quickly!"
"Yes!" Wang Wenzuo responded, went out of the tent to call for his entourage, and returned to the tent to wait. Within a moment, he arrived. It was a Maru wood bow, a collar with two levels of armor, a short spear, and a With his sword in his hand, the old man picked up the Maruki bow and pulled it. He looked at the two armors and tried the steel tip of the blade. A disdainful smile appeared on his face: "Barbarians who don't know the heights of the sky!" He waved. He waved his sleeves, motioning to take it off, and asked Wang Wenzuo: "What's your name?"
Wang Wenzuo was stunned, thinking to himself, hadn't he just reported it? You didn’t even pay attention to your feelings! Forget it, he is a general manager, and he is just a small Xuejie captain. How can he have the energy to remember them one by one: "The last name of the last general is Wang Wenzuo!"
"Your surname is Wang?" The old man raised his eyebrows slightly: "Where are you from, and where is your county commander?"
"The last general is from Qingzhou, and the commander-in-chief is Langya!"
"Oh, that's it!" There was a smile on the old man's face: "You have done a great job in defeating the Japanese. I hope you will work hard to kill the thieves, focus on the king's affairs, and live up to the reputation of your ancestors!"
"Yes, thank you for your cultivation, Chief Manager!" Wang Wenzuo hurriedly stood up to thank him. He couldn't help but feel guilty. He had taken advantage of the "Langya Wang Family" again this time, but the problem was that he was just dragged to replace the scapegoat of the Wang family's children. It's okay to be in North Korea at the moment. If he returns to the Tang Dynasty and the Ministry of War rewards him for his merits and inquires about his place of origin, then I'm afraid his true colors will be revealed.
When Wang Wenzuo exited the commander's tent, the smile on Su Dingfang's face disappeared. He walked to the map, leaned over and took a closer look, moving his fingers along the landscape axis on the map. After a while, he raised his head again: "Mobei Tiele is in chaos. , the emperor issued an edict asking Qibi Heli to appease the ambassador Tiele, and his troops returned to the north bank of the Yalu River! What do you think, step-uncle, Mingzhen?"
The "Uncle Ji and Ming Zhen" mentioned by Su Dingfang were Cao Jishu, General Youxiaowei and Deputy General Manager of Heyi Road, and Cheng Mingzhen, General Youxiaowei and Marching Director of Lufang Road. Both of them were famous generals at the time and were Su Dingfang's right-hand men. When Su Dingfang asked, the two exchanged glances, and Cao Jishu said solemnly: "If this is the case, then our army will make a quick decision!"
"Yes, if that's the case, I'm afraid there's no hope for the North Road. A quick decision is the best option!" Cheng Mingzhen's answer was the same: "The arrival of Silla reinforcements is a good opportunity for a decisive victory!"
"Reinforcements have arrived, morale is good, right?" Su Dingfang smiled. Soldiers in war are the most emotional. The slightest disturbance can cause unpredictable consequences. All great commanders are first-class group psychologists. Like an excellent musician, he can skillfully touch the heartstrings of the soldiers and make them join the battle in high spirits. Su Dingfang was no exception. Since the Tang army on the northern route could no longer be counted on, it would be the best choice to launch an attack at the critical moment when the entire army did not know the news and Silla reinforcements had just arrived.
"But the Goguryeo people have never been able to hold on -" Cheng Mingzhen said.
"It doesn't matter!" Su Dingfang smiled: "I have my own way!"
"Everything is ready!" Cui Hongdu's deep voice could not conceal his excitement.
Wang Wenzuo nodded silently. He looked up at the sky. Most of the moon was blocked by clouds. Only half of the crescent moon was exposed, casting cold light. Only a vague black shadow was left on the corridor on the hillside not far away. It was the target of the attack before dawn. He silently estimated the time: "How long is it until dawn?"
"Well, almost half an hour!" Cui Hongdu also looked at the sky: "How about you rest for a while, I'll keep an eye on it here, and He Ba will keep an eye on it in front, so nothing can go wrong!"
"How can I sleep at this time!" Wang Wenzuo smiled, sat down cross-legged, and patted the grass next to him: "Come on, sit down too, and we two brothers can just chat and pass the time!"
"That's fine!" Cui Hongdu sat down cross-legged and said with a smile: "But Sanlang, you were not like this before. You were so nervous before the battle. You would always lie down to sleep and eat as soon as you open your mouth!"
"How is that the same? This time we are leading the charge, and how many pairs of eyes are watching from behind!" Wang Wenzuo took a deep breath: "Don't you feel it? This time is very different!"
Cui Hongdu opened his mouth, and just as he was about to say something, a shrill scream came from not far away, followed by the collision of metal and a muffled groan, and the two of them immediately jumped up.
"what happened?"
"It must be that the front team ran into a hidden whistle from the Goguryeo people!"
"Don't these bastards sleep at night? There's a whistle going out outside at this time!"
"I guess they also want to catch us off guard at dawn. Are these hidden sentries coming out to detect the wind? Let the people in front retreat first?"
"The two armies are fighting, whether they are advancing or retreating!" Wang Wenzuo pulled out his sword and said coldly: "Let the officers at both ends of the line light torches and blow the trumpets to attack!"
The sound of the horn awakened the soldiers hiding in the night. They shouted loudly according to their habit and marched in several loose rows. In order to ensure the formation, the captain and deputy at both ends of the row lit the torches prepared in advance. In this way, soldiers only need to look at the firelights on the left and right sides to ensure that they are in the horizontal column. The Goguryeo people's secret posts tried their best to resist, but were soon engulfed by the wave of people from the front line of the Tang army. However, the flashing torches on the mountain city behind them showed that the defenders had been alerted.
"Quick, quick, quick!" He Bayong waved his arms vigorously, urging the soldiers to climb hard along the hillside. The ice and snow under the leather boots made a crisp crackling sound, and the night owls circled overhead, making sharp screams. These Death's pet seemed to have smelled the smell of the feast, and was eagerly waiting for the feast to begin.
This corridor is composed of sharp wooden piles, trenches, artificially piled earth barriers and wooden fences. It is about 6 kilometers long and connects Pyongyang City to Jumong Mountain City on the bank of the Taedong River. It was originally used by the Baekje people to defend against the Goguryeo people. The ruins of the invading Great Wall. After the Tang army reached Pyongyang City, the Goguryeo people quickly rebuilt this corridor so that they could safely transport supplies to Jumongsanseong Mountain City through it. At the same time, they also compressed the Tang army in this small area along the river. , unable to penetrate into the interior. Su Dingfang attacked Jumeng Mountain City several times, but was repelled by the defenders. In addition to the small and strong city, complete equipment, and well-equipped defenders, the most important thing is that whenever the Tang army besieged the city, the Goguryeo people could be sent through this corridor. Reinforcements and supplies made it impossible for the Tang army to capture it.
"Quick! Put up the long sign and pour oil on it!" He Bayong waved the torch, and the firelight illuminated the metal helmet, dyeing the soldiers orange. On the city head not far away, someone was holding a long gun high. There was a flag fluttering at the tip. He thought the flag should be red, but he wasn't sure. There were fires flashing everywhere, and everything only had three colors: black, orange, and red.
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