The imperial army camp.

In front of the commander's tent, several soldiers with cold eyes held down one person firmly and were marching. The heavy military sticks hit the skin hard, making a dull "Puff" sound, and the skin was torn apart after a few blows.

Drenched with blood.

Yu Fangzhou clenched his teeth and endured the pain. He never screamed or begged for mercy.

A moment later, a personal guard entered the commander's tent and reported: "The execution is over, please give me the general's instructions."

Feng Qingyun, with a sinking face, sat behind the desk and said with a sinister smile: "Let that useless old thing go back and rest, and continue to lead troops to attack the city tomorrow morning. If we still can't take the city within three days,

, Don’t blame me for being so indifferent."

The bodyguard took the order and left.

Wei Mingyuan next to him looked at his expression and frowned: "General, there is still something wrong with this situation."

"Huh?" Feng Qingyun glanced at him.

"Yu Fangzhou may be responsible for his poor command, but the morale of Zhao Ni's troops... is a bit unreasonably high. Some of their supplies, such as oil, are too much, and their food situation is obviously better than mine.

Army." Wei Mingyuan said.

Feng Qingyun was silent. Of course he was also aware of the changes in Zhao Yuanjin's troops. After four or five days of continuous siege, more than half of the 10,000 soldiers had been killed or injured, but the losses caused to the opponent were not worth mentioning. This was really discouraging.

.

"The imperial army used to hoard a lot of supplies in the city, but now they are taken away by those rebels. Naturally..."

Feng Qingyun stopped talking only halfway, obviously understanding that such a reason was not very convincing. Of course he knew what was in the warehouse in the county city, at least there was not that much oil stored.

However, in the past few days, the amount of boiling oil poured down by the thieves defending the city was probably more than enough to fill a moat. This was also one of the direct reasons for the extremely heavy casualties of the imperial army. As long as the boiling oil was mixed with gold juice,

If you burn your skin and flesh, you're basically waiting to die.

Moreover, according to the news quietly spread by the spies in the city, Zhao Yuanjin obtained a large amount of miraculous medicine from unknown sources. All injured soldiers could receive proper care and treatment, so the casualty rate was greatly reduced.

There is another puzzling situation, that is, the soldiers guarding the city can eat polished rice and white flour every day, and have plenty of fish and meat. Those who are brave in battle are also given extra rewards. This makes the officers and soldiers work together and work bravely.

Fighting for the lead, the imperial army almost lost its temper.

Feng Qingyun knew that in his own army, even the officers at the battalion and general level might not be able to eat so well. Among the people, only those wealthy families with huge wealth could have such luxury.

Where did Zhao Ni get so much refined grain and meat to supply the entire army for a long time? Can his family afford it? Even the imperial guards who guard the Daqi Palace are only treated like this.

The most important thing is that the imperial army paid such a heavy price in casualties. They neither saw the hope of taking the city nor forced out Zhao Yuanjin's hidden trump card, so their work was in vain.

Feng Qingyun had not thought about making a fuss about the more than 16,000 surrendered soldiers in the city, hoping that they would rebel and dedicate themselves to the city.

However, Zhao Yuanjin had obviously expected this possibility. The main force defending the city was his own soldiers, plus the young people in the city were mobilized. Only a small number of ordinary surrender troops were used, and they were not in key positions. They did not give Feng any help at all.

Qingyun's opportunity to use the topic to his advantage.

Therefore, if the expenditure continues like this, the apparently superior imperial army may not have a chance of winning. If Zhao Yuanjin's troops are really defeated, then Feng Qingyun will have no shame in returning to the imperial capital.

"General, there is no need to worry. The poor Taoist will try to sneak into the city tonight to find out what's going on." Songlin Taoist, who had been silent all this time, spoke up.

Feng Qingyun was startled for a moment, and looked slightly happy: "With the Taoist priest personally taking action, I feel relieved."

He knew that Songlin Taoist was so skilled that he could fight against twenty or thirty armored soldiers with one sword and not fall behind. If he was determined to stay hidden, it would be no problem to make a cameo as a spy.

…

The mansion in the city.

In the study room, Zhang Qiuyun, who has a picturesque face and a quiet demeanor, is sitting behind the desk, writing with concentration, while Qin Feng stands aside and dictates.

"Sir, everything is fine now."

After a long time, Zhang Qiuyun put down the brush, looked at her hard work for more than an hour, and said with a sense of accomplishment.

Qin Feng took the document and looked at it. The calligraphy of this rich lady was quite good. Her handwriting was elegant and her writing was neat. It was not inferior to the civil servants under Zhao Yuanjin. As for himself... ahem, let's not mention it.

"Well, you did a good job. Please send someone to deliver it to Lord Jiedushi later." Qin Feng said with satisfaction.

Zhang Qiuyun's pretty face was slightly red, and her eyebrows were crooked when she smiled. Being able to do something for her young master made her very happy.

The content of the document was downloaded by Qin Feng from the Internet. It contained many knowledge details about battlefield rescue, wound treatment and hemostasis techniques, and precautions to prevent infection.

Due to the differences in characters, writing habits, and certain professional terms between the two worlds, Qin Feng and Zhang Qiuyun made appropriate adjustments after discussion, and then asked her to write them down one by one in oral form, compile them into a book, and then

Leave it to Zhao Yuanjin.

As long as Zhao Yuanjin orders his men to follow this teaching material and systematically train medical officers and apprentices in the army, plus the medicines he brought over, most of the wounded soldiers in the army can recover smoothly.

Soldiers who understand that they will not be easily abandoned will inevitably fight more courageously and fight harder on the battlefield. However, the imperial army on the opposite side will not have such a good thing. Under the circumstances, the balance of victory will tip towards Zhao Yuanjin again.

This side is tilted one minute.

After finishing the business, Qin Feng called Zhang Qiuyun into the inner room, then took out a pink box and handed it to her: "This is a gift for you, open it and take a look."

Zhang Qiuyun blinked her bright eyes, took it and opened it with her hands, and found that inside was an extremely exquisite picture album. The cover looked exactly like her. She looked like a classical beauty with exquisite facial features, alluring beauty, and dark eyes.

His eyes were filled with a shy and timid smile.

When she opened the picture album, she found that it was full of her portraits, with different styles, each one was of exquisite quality and beautiful, which made her unable to put it down.

"It's so beautiful, but...it seems..."

Zhang Qiuyun was overjoyed but also a little confused. Although the girl in the picture album looked similar to herself, her appearance was obviously much better, so she probably wasn't her.

"Don't doubt it, this is you, just put it away." Qin Feng said with a smile.

Naturally, this wealthy lady doesn't know that in another world, there is something called "artistic photos". With PS magic and beauty shots that are enough to look real, dinosaurs can become supermodels, not to mention that she is the real thing.

Beauty.
Chapter completed!