"Captain!" He Bayong, who had been waiting for a long time outside, came up to him: "For such a great achievement, the Chief Superintendent will definitely reward him heavily. At least he must have a meritorious service of rank 6 or 7, right?"
"The record of merit has to wait for the military officials to transcribe it. It is estimated that the results will be available tomorrow!" Wang Wenzuo shook his head tiredly: "The chief manager has some reward money and silk. I will collect it later and you will get 30% of it. The rest will be given to the meritorious sergeants! "
"What about you, Sanlang?" He Bayong asked in shock upon hearing this.
"I'm all alone now, so what's the use of gold and silk?" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "It's better to give it to the sergeants to boost morale!"
"Isn't that possible? Sanlang, have you forgotten the debt you borrowed from Cao Yena? All that money was borrowed for everyone. According to me, one-third of the gold and silk will be enough to reward the soldiers, and the rest will be enough. Put it into the public treasury to repay debts.”
"Okay!" Wang Wenzuo thought for a moment and nodded: "I'm a little tired and want to go back to rest. You and Cui Hongdu can discuss the rest!"
Goguryeo, snake water.
"My son is in their hands!" Quangai Suwen said.
"Yes, Da Mo Li Zhi!" The messenger's voice was dry due to exhaustion. He lowered his head, avoiding eye contact with Quan Gaisuwen, and his lowered fingertips trembled slightly.
The eldest brother can't come back anymore. The same thought flashed through the minds of Quan Yuan Nanjian and Quan Yuan Nanzang. They glanced at each other subconsciously, and then immediately looked away to avoid letting the other party see them. The joy in the eyes.
Quan Gaisuwen raised his hand, and the generals around him fell silent, listening to the messenger describing the entire incident. Only the wood in the fire crackled in the room.
Quanyuan Nanjian straightened his back. In the past half month, Quangaisuwen's footprints were all over Goguryeo's many fortresses in Liaodong and the northern part of the Korean Peninsula, recruiting troops and raising food. Compared with fighting on the battlefield, this kind of endless The march was even more unbearable. Every morning when Quan Yuan Nanjian left the military camp, he would see hanging corpses swaying in the wind on the big trees beside the road. Those were all deserters at night. To be honest, Quan Yuan Nanjian I suspect that one day I will follow in the footsteps of these people.
"It's really terrible!" A general groaned: "The Tang people can know everything from the Quanyuan boy. He knows everything, everything!"
"Yes! We just lost 30,000 people in Yalushui, and now we have lost ourselves again!" Another person muttered in a low voice. Quan Yuan Nanjian followed the voice and looked over, but it was his younger brother Quan Yuan Nan's father-in-law. , his eyes flashed, and he turned to Quanyuan Manzheng, and sure enough he found that his younger brother was beaming with joy.
"Quan Yuan Nanjian!" Quan Gaisuwen's voice sounded, and the room suddenly became quiet. Quan Yuan Nanjian subconsciously stood up and straightened his chest.
"You return to Pyongyang immediately and take your brother's place. Remember that everything remains the same as before and you are not allowed to leak the news that I am not in Pyongyang!"
"Yes!" Quanyuan Nanjian tried his best not to laugh out loud. Like the Tang Dynasty, it was the prince's responsibility to stay in the capital in Goguryeo. His father asked him to stay in Pyongyang, which undoubtedly regarded his eldest brother as dead.
When the figure of the second son disappeared from the door of the house, Quan Gaisuwen stood up. His burly figure immediately became the focus of everyone's attention. He walked to the stove and flicked it twice with an iron solder, and the flame immediately became strong.
"My eldest son, my eldest son has now fallen into the hands of the Tang people!" Quan Gaisuwen repeated. He turned around, his eyes flashing, as if a furnace fire was burning in his eyes, and everyone in the room lowered their heads. , avoid looking at him.
"Boy Quanyuan is my son. He will not kneel to the Tang people, but the Tang people will find out sooner or later that I am not in Pyongyang!" Quan Gaisuwen's eyes were bright: "So we don't have much time!"
"You mean to go back to Pyongyang?" Quan Yuan asked.
Quan Gaisuwen glanced at his youngest son, his lips twisted, and he showed a contemptuous expression. He walked to the map: "It is winter now. The Tang Dynasty's North Road is divided into five camps, and there are no cavalry, and they are Separated by Snake River, this is a good opportunity. As long as one battalion is defeated, the rest of them must retreat. Once the North Road withdraws, the South Road under Pyongyang City will be destroyed. The question now is what should we do? Which target to choose!" He paused briefly: "Let's choose Pang Xiaotai!"
"Father, why did you choose him?" Quanyuan asked carefully.
"According to the intelligence, this man was originally a powerful man from the south of the Tang Dynasty, and his soldiers also came from the south. The winter there is much warmer than that of Goguryeo. Presumably his soldiers can't even string the bow now, right?" Quan Gaisuwen paused slightly. He paused: "I originally wanted to wait a few more days for the troops from Mohe's various tribes to arrive before attacking, but now it seems I can't delay it any longer!"
Tang army camp, handsome tent.
When he walked into the tent, Wang Wenzuo subconsciously stepped lightly. He didn't know why he was summoned late at night. This was not a good sign.
"The last general announced the battle -"
"Come in, no need to be polite!" The voice from inside the tent interrupted Wang Wenzuo's self-announcement. He was stunned for a moment and decided to follow the order.
There were only dim lights in the tent. Su Dingfang was sitting on the bed. He looked old and tired wearing only a round-neck short robe. Wang Wenzuo didn't dare to look too much and stood at the bottom with his hands down.
"Did you know? The night before yesterday, Quan Gaisuwen defeated our army at Sheshui. Pang Xiaotai, the marching commander of Woju Road, wiped out his entire army. Pang Xiaotai and his thirteen sons were all killed in the battle. Our army suffered over 10,000 casualties!"
Wang Wenzuo was stunned and tried his best to transform the information in Su Dingfang's words into a situation map in his mind, but in the end he gave up.
"The situation is very bad, very bad!" Su Dingfang shook his head slowly: "First, Mobei Tiele rebelled, Qibi Heli was transferred, and then Pang Xiaotai's entire army was wiped out. Could it be that God will not destroy Goguryeo?"
At this time Wang Wenzuo also reacted: "Quan Gaisuwen? Isn't he in Pyongyang right now?"
"That's right!" Su Dingfang glanced at Wang Wenzuo meaningfully: "He is not in Pyongyang City. During our siege, he should be running around, mobilizing troops from Mohe and Liaodong tribes. He should be the one left to guard Pyongyang City. The eldest son, Mr. Quanyuan, is the one who was captured by you just now!"
"This -, this -" Regretful and incoherent was Wang Wenzuo's reflection at this time. Victory had been touched by his fingertips and then gone away. This feeling made him forget to maintain his integrity in front of Su Dingfang. It's etiquette.
"Yes, I can understand how you feel at this time. It seems that you are about to win, but you lose in the blink of an eye. Isn't it uncomfortable? But this is war!" A bitter smile appeared on Su Dingfang's old face: "If you want to continue to join the army , there will definitely be many similar experiences in the future. Have you calmed down now? Time is very tight, we must do something!"
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