"You're right!" Wang Wenzuo clapped his hands and said, "Mr. Lu, write another article with simpler diction that anyone who can read can understand!"
"Yes, yes!" Lu Zhaolin responded.
"Remember, you need to make more copies, and prepare a person to read the letter on each ship. It is best to have someone who can speak the local dialect, so that more people can understand what is written on it!"
"Sanlang!" Master Shen finally couldn't stand it any longer. He stepped forward and said, "Leave all the writing to those scholars! We have more important things to discuss. After all, wars must be resolved with swords!"
"Really?" The corner of Wang Wenzuo's mouth turned up slightly, showing a sarcastic look: "Okay, tell me how you would respond if you were Jin Famin?"
"I am Jin Famin?" Shen Faseng thought for a moment: "Of course we divide our troops to stick to the dangerous points, strengthen the walls and clear the fields, thinking of it as a long-term plan!"
"Yes, Jin Famin knows very well that if he fights with us and loses, the nobles and local lords of Silla will turn to Jin Renwen, and then he will be finished. So for Jin Famin, the most likely The choice is to avoid field battles, divide the troops to defend those mountain cities, let us attack, consume our energy and troops, and wait for a turnaround. This strategy is very good, the only problem is that if he does this, he must let his nobles carry them The army goes back to guard his mountain city. In other words, he can no longer control these nobles in his hands!"
"You mean, these letters will make Jin Famin afraid to let those Silla nobles return to their mountain city?" Shen Faseng immediately understood.
"Yeah!" Wang Wenzuo nodded with a smile: "I won't be able to hide it from Jin Famin's eyes and ears even if I spread the message with such great force. How will he react when he finds out? Naturally, he is worried that someone will find an opportunity to betray him. So what is the best way to deal with betrayal? What is it? Naturally, all the people and all the troops are concentrated in their own hands. Isn’t this what we want to see? "
After hearing what Wang Wenzuo said, everyone present suddenly understood and showed excited expressions.
"Then when do you plan to send troops?" Shen Faseng asked.
"Wait until the first batch of Japanese reinforcements arrive!" Wang Wenzuo said: "There should be one or two months left. Take advantage of this time to train the soldiers and horses of the Xiongjin Governor's Mansion first!"
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The capital of Silla, Jincheng.
"Every word on this paper is a lie!" Jin Famin declared angrily: "Why did he make great contributions to the country? The late king loved him very much. In fact, he was originally planned to pass the throne to him, but it was just because he happened to be away. I forced the late king to pass the throne to me. Obviously the late king never considered passing the throne to that guy, otherwise he would not have been allowed to go to Tang State as a hostage!"
There was silence in the court, and everyone kept their eyes and noses in mind to avoid facing the impact of the storm. Everyone knew that what Jin Famin said was true. Many of them had witnessed how Jin Chunqiu originally reported the situation in Jin Famin. However, it would not be wrong to say that the letter was all lies. Indeed, Jin Renwen had made great contributions to the country. , Jin Chunqiu once hesitated between him and Jin Famin.
"Tell me about it! How should we deal with this villain!" Jin Famin turned his eyes to the nobles; "The national law is ruthless. Even if he is my biological brother, he cannot be exempted from sin!"
"Your Majesty, please allow me to read the contents of the letter first!" An old man walked out of the queue and came to several cases. There were thick stacks of letter paper stacked on them. He read several letters and found that the contents of all the letter paper were the same. It's just that the source is different.
"What's going on?" the old man asked in confusion.
"The Tang people sent some small boats, sailed to a certain port or market town, nailed these letters to the door panel, read the contents aloud, and then left!" Jin Famin suppressed the anger in his chest and explained: "These letters are from coastal areas. The guardian sent someone to deliver it!”
"So, the letter paper here should be only part of all the letter paper!" The old man picked up the letter paper and shook it: "Needless to say, all the market towns and villages near the sea should have a copy?"
"Obviously!" A nobleman sighed: "Some people should have burned the letter, or simply pretended not to know!"
"They should also cut out the tongues of the guy who heard this rebellious letter to prevent rumors from spreading!" someone sneered.
"Then I'm afraid all the villages along the coast will become mute villages!" The first old man who came out sneered: "This has no meaning other than exposing your weakness. As the saying goes, it is difficult to recover after flooding, and letters sent can no longer be recovered. Besides, to be honest, what was written in the letter is actually not that bad.”
"Nonsense!" Jin Famin's eyes burst out with anger: "Did you see clearly what was written in it? It is illegal for him to slander the throne I obtained?"
"Your Majesty, Jin Renwen needs an excuse to make his rebellion seem justified. How do you want him to write: The late king passed the throne to you, and he usurped the throne with the help of Tang people's troops?"
Jin Famin opened her mouth and finally choked out: "That won't work either!"
"Okay!" The old man sighed helplessly: "No matter whether what is written in the letter is true or not, it is a foregone conclusion that the news has spread anyway. What should we do?"
"What to do?" Jin Famin rolled his eyes: "Don't the Tang people have an envoy here? They can kill him, and those who lie will not die well!"
Jin Famin's words immediately aroused opposition. All the Silla nobles shook their heads in unison, which only made Jin Famin even more angry: "What do you mean by this? Are you afraid that doing this will anger the Tang people and cut off your retreat?"
"Your Majesty, killing Tang Envoy will only cut off your retreat, not ours!" the old man said coldly.
There was dead silence in the main hall. Jin Famin stared at the old man fiercely, but the old man responded without any sign of weakness. After a few minutes, Jin Famin stood up suddenly, turned around and rushed down the hall.
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Zhou Liucheng.
On the balcony of the bedroom, Wang Wenzuo sat in a rocking chair with his eyes slightly closed, letting the sun shine on his face. Gui Shiyun sat behind him and gently massaged his shoulders. As soon as Wang Pu walked in the door, he subconsciously stopped, hesitating whether he should go in and report or come back later.
"Is it Wang Pu? Come in and talk!" Wang Wenzuo's voice sounded lazy, and Wang Pu walked in carefully: "General!"
"How's the situation going?" Wang Wenzuo didn't open his eyes: "You haven't been lazy these days, have you?"
"No!" Wang Pu shook his head hastily, as if someone was whipping him: "General, I have visited more than a hundred people these days, all of whom are sergeants from various places, including ordinary sergeants and team leaders. Centurion leader!”
"Well, do you mean they are all middle and lower class?" Wang Wenzuo opened his eyes: "How is the situation? Is it as bad as Governor Shen said?"
Wang Pu said nothing, lowered his eyes and stared at his shoes. Wang Wenzuo already knew the answer. He sighed, shook his arm, and signaled Gui Shiyun to stop massaging. A few minutes later he asked: "How bad is it? Please tell me in detail!"
"Yes!" Wang Pu responded: "About one-third of ordinary soldiers only have straw sandals and no boots, and there are even five or six who don't even have straw sandals. Most of them have thin clothes and some are damaged. There was no patchwork, and few of them had new clothes. The animals of the team leaders and centurions were also very thin, and few of them were fat. Most of the soldiers looked ugly. They must have been hungry. Ask them about their families. , many people have had the experience of using their sons and daughters as collateral to borrow food and money——"
"No need to say anything!" When Wang Wenzuo heard this, he was trembling with anger and interrupted his subordinate's report. Wang Pu quickly knelt down and apologized to the ground. Wang Wenzuo pulled Wang Pu up: "Whatever crime you are asking for, this is all my fault!"
"General! You have been in Chang'an all these years, how can it be said that it is your fault?" Wang Pu asked in confusion.
"The soldiers have become so poor, and I still want to go to war. If it's not my fault, who else can it be?" Wang Wenzuo sighed: "Now go and find the soldiers, team leaders, and Invite all the centurions, and I want to have dinner with them tonight!”
"Invite everyone? There are more than a hundred people!" Wang Pu was startled: "General, there are everyone in there. If there is someone who is unwilling to succeed, wouldn't it be very dangerous?"
"If I don't dare to eat with them, wouldn't it be more dangerous to go to the battlefield with them?"
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It gets dark very early in autumn on the Korean Peninsula. Just after noon, most of the sky is already dark. According to Wang Wenzuo's order, more than thirty long tables were set up in the square of the old palace, with thick wooden stools placed next to them. The long table was filled with food - large basins of corn rice, pork, fish and shellfish chowder mixed with large pieces of radish, large pieces of roast pork, and buckets of fermented birch sap. The dishes on the table were simple but generous. But it was plenty, especially for the ragged guests at the long table, who had not had a good meal for a long time. They smelled the tempting aroma, but resisted the temptation of food and patiently waited for the arrival of their master.
"The general has arrived!"
Following the prolonged communication sound, the guests at the long table stood up and knelt down toward the source of the sound.
"Today we are just talking about old friendships, regardless of superiority or inferiority!" Wang Wenzuo was wearing a gray burqa that soldiers often wear outside their armor, with his hair casually pulled into a bun. He reached out to help the first guest up, and then patted the successor. on his shoulders: "Get up, get up! Everyone, sit down so we can talk!" While speaking, he randomly found a long table and made a group salute to the surrounding people: "A certain family has neglected everyone in Chang'an these years. , I have made you endure hardship, and I will punish you with a cup!" After that, Wang Wenzuo picked up a wine glass and drank the fermented birch sap in one gulp.
"Don't dare!"
"Don't dare accept the general's salute!"
There was a sound of moving stools around the long table, and the ragged guests stood up to return the favor. Many of them had tears in their eyes, moved by Wang Wenzuo's actions. The legendary man who was already half-human and half-god actually gave them a banquet and even apologized to them. This was something that he could never even dream of!
"Since Wang joined the army, he has only done two things: the first is to serve the emperor, pacify the bandits, and bring peace to the whole country; the second is to make the military commanders famous, and the women, children, old and young at home to be safe. As for suffering from hunger and cold. Now it seems that the first thing and the second thing that Wang really accomplished are the first thing and the second thing!" Wang Wenzuo paused for a moment and showed a shameful smile: "I thought I did pretty well. Now it seems a bit taken for granted!”
"General!" A veteran stood up: "Actually, I can't blame you. You are in Chang'an, thousands of miles away from here. You are too busy serving the emperor every day. How can you take care of the little things here!"
"Yes!" Another veteran said: "Actually, we all have our own fields, livestock, and farm tools. If we hadn't been at war with the Silla people for years, our lives would not be so difficult!"
"Is it just because of the war with the Silla people for many years?" Wang Wenzuo's eyes flashed: "Are there any people who are not equal in the joys and sorrows of military service, depriving you of horse food and making you bear the hard labor and military service that you should not bear?"
The place fell silent, and the veterans at the long table exchanged glances, but no one dared to speak. Wang Wenzuo nodded: "It seems that there is, but it's just inconvenient for you to say it in front of so many people? No problem, I will naturally ask one by one when the time comes. You all can rest assured that no matter who is involved in this kind of thing, I will not Favoritism! Punish the crime however you want, no one can escape!"
The place around the long table suddenly became excited. The veterans exchanged looks with ecstasy on their faces. They have naturally had a lot of bitterness in their hearts over the years, but they just dare not talk about it. Seeing Wang Wenzuo make the promise in front of so many people, his mind immediately became alive. Wang Wenzuo saw this and said with a smile: "I'm inviting you all to dinner today, but I'm talking so much gossip. Come on, let's eat and drink first. When we're full and full, we'll talk later!" Pick up a piece of fried pork, stuff it into your mouth and chew it. Everyone burst into laughter and picked up their bowls and chopsticks to eat happily.
Wang Wenzuo picked up the wine glass, walked past the long tables, patted the veterans' shoulders gently, praised their appetite and strength, quietly asked them about the situation at home, and motioned to Lu Zhaolin behind him to record them one by one. Come down. When someone grabbed his arm, he stopped and sat down next to him, even though the complainer was ragged, his hair was disheveled, and he could tell he was covered in fleas. He listened patiently to the veterans' complaints, comforted them softly, and even shed tears for the tragic experiences of those who confided in them. In this way, Wang Wenzuo did not stop throughout the night. He listened carefully and responded firmly. He did not return to his residence until everyone left with satisfaction.
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