"General, general, the Tang cavalry is coming!"
The interpreter's voice was trembling. Ampere Hirafu glanced at more than a dozen cavalrymen who were rushing out of the gate of the camp and galloping towards him. It was obvious that they were coming for him, "React quickly and act quickly! "Ampere Hirafu once again gave the enemy a high score in his heart, and then turned his horse's head: "Let's go back!"
Ampere Hirafu easily got rid of his pursuers. The Tang people's cavalry were very vigilant and only chased him for more than half a mile before returning. Returning to the mountain city, he immediately met Fuyu Zhongsheng: "We must attack the Tang people as soon as possible, otherwise their camp will only become stronger day by day!"
"So what!" Fuyu Zhongsheng looked a little reluctant: "So what if it is strong? We can't attack the mountain city with a strong fortress. There is no need for us to attack the Tang people's camp!"
"Prime Minister, I came across the sea under the orders of the prince, the eldest brother, in order to expel the Tang people, restore the old capital, and make your brother the king." Ampel Hirafu said seriously: "As the king of Baekje, you My brother, your status is precious and unparalleled in the country! Now that the Tang Dynasty is building forts on your land, you say such words, which really disrespects your status!"
"That's not what I meant!" Fuyu Zhongsheng's face turned red and he quickly explained: "The Tang people's camp is strong. Instead of attacking their camp, we might as well surround them and wait for their food to run out, then we can win without a fight."
"But as far as I know, the Tang people have harvested most of the wheat fields around the valley. There is no shortage of food at all. How long will it take to wait until the food is exhausted? What's more, judging from the size of the camp, it only has four soldiers at most. There are five thousand people, and the garrison in the city is 10,000. Including the reinforcements I brought, it is three or four times the Tang army. With such an advantage, if we don't attack but are left in the city to eat the food in the warehouse, it will definitely cause disaster?"
At this point, Fuyu Tadakatsu was speechless. Hirafu Ampere's words just now hit the nail on the head - in ancient wars, it was a high-risk thing for the army to eat in the city and do nothing: once it comes, it will consume what it comes. It is not easy to store food. For a strong city fortress, the food stored in the warehouse is no different than blood. Without food in the warehouse, even the strongest and most dangerous city will collapse; secondly, with the ancient sanitary conditions, dense population, Cities with limited space are the hardest hit areas for various epidemic diseases. If a large army is stationed in the city, a plague is likely to break out in the army overnight, and the army will perish without a fight. Such examples were common in ancient times.
"Okay, just do as you say!" Fuyu Zhongsheng sighed: "But you have to be careful, the equipment of the Tang Dynasty is extremely powerful -"
"I know you are talking about the repeating crossbow!" Ampere Hirafu said with a smile: "You are not the first person to tell me this, but in the end, no matter how good the weapon is, the battle still needs to be fought!"
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Decades later, when Wang Peng, like most old people, would hold his grandson and tell stories by the fire, he would always start with this paragraph: The sky in the south was thick with smoke. Black smoke plumes spiraled up from hundreds of fires in the distance, and black fingers covered the stars. On the other side of the river, flames filled the horizon and burned all night long, while on this side, the demon from the other side of the sea ignited the entire riverside area: trees, hay, wheat fields, everything was burned, leaving only a piece of scorched earth. Even across the river, in the military camp, the air was still full of the smell of ashes, and everyone's eyes were red, as if they had just cried.
"Why did they do that?" the child asked, tilting his head.
"The demons are afraid of the generals' warriors and want to drive them away with thick smoke and flames!" Wang Peng caressed his grandson's slightly curly hair and smiled: "The generals' warriors are so brave that they kill the demons. The scouts were as easy as cutting down the vines, and the demons were afraid of them, so they set fire to everything!"
"Then grandpa, are you also a warrior of the general?"
"Grandpa!" Wang Peng hesitated for a moment, but vanity finally prevailed: "Of course, look here!" He unbuttoned his robe and exposed his shoulders. There was a curved scar on it that almost extended to his right rib.
"This is what was left from that battle. Before that, grandpa, I killed twelve Japanese bandits in a row!"
The child timidly stretched out his finger to touch the scar, and suddenly jumped off Wang Peng's knee, jumping and cheering: "Grandpa is a warrior of the general, grandpa is a warrior of the general! Grandpa is a warrior! I am a little boy warrior!"
Looking at his grandson's cheering figure, a smile appeared on Wang Peng's face. In fact, he was not yet a subordinate of the general at that time, and he had never killed any enemy with his own hands. However, the general once said that going into battle to kill the enemy is A warrior is also a warrior when digging soil and building walls, and he is also a warrior when carrying food and arrows. In this way, he is not lying. Thinking of this, he stretched out his fingers and touched the wound on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and breathed gradually. Slowly, there were shouts of killing, the sound of arrows piercing the air, the muffled sound of shields hitting each other, and the short screams of the soldiers before they died. Gradually, the old man returned to the past, to his first time. A battlefield for that flag.
"Quick, move faster, faster!" Wang Peng urged loudly. In front of him, thousands of civilians were quickly waving hoes and digging trenches. Many people had already dug waist deep, and they were standing next to the trench. The wooden sticks are about two feet long, one end is sharpened, and then hardened by fire. Once the trench was dug, these pointed stakes were driven into the bottom and used to pierce the torsos of enemies who fell into the trench.
The weather was very hot, and Wang Peng soon felt that his mouth was dry, but there was something that made him more impatient than the weather, and that was the sound of drums and trumpets from time to time below the horizon. Yes, the enemy is approaching, getting closer and closer. Maybe in the next second, a white flag will rise under the horizon - that is the color of the Baekje Army and the color of the enemy.
To be honest, Wang Peng was surprised that these Baekje civilians were still digging here instead of fleeing in all directions. Of course, Wang Canjun gave a very generous reward: each person who dug a trench of one step (15 meters) every day could get half a stone of wheat or fifty pieces of meat; if the task was exceeded, fifty pieces of meat would be paid for each half step. The meat is paid according to the price of the meat, and is paid on the spot after the work is completed and accepted. After hearing the price, the civilian laborers were almost excited. Many civilian laborers were able to complete the workload in one day that might not normally be completed in three days. They completed the tasks of raising the barriers and deepening the trenches in just two days, and even had some spare time. Dig a new trench outside the trench.
