One general is incompetent and the three armies are exhausted.
In an army, the general is the brain.
Jiang Chen is different, he is not only a brain, but also a sharp knife.
The most taboo thing about defending a city is to defend it to death. Jinshan City is under siege by the Northern Xinjiang Army, and there is no way to make a sneak attack out of the city. Therefore, the role of generals is magnified.
Jiang Chen can command from behind, as long as his subordinates turn around and see him, then this is a personal visit to the front line, which can effectively boost morale.
But he chose to lead the way.
Every time he is breached, you can hear his roar and see his figure.
Every time, his subordinates will cheer for it and their spirits will double.
Although there were heavy casualties, Jiang Chen was confident that he could hold on for another two days.
Two days later, it was time for Chengyang to send troops.
As long as he is given half a day to breathe, he can enhance his defense capabilities by re-adjusting his defense posture, deploying civilian support, repairing the city walls, etc.
This is a general with unlimited potential.
According to Xiao Hongde: If Jiang Chen makes no mistakes along the way, ten years later, he will be a famous Liao general.
Jiang Chen himself also took this as his goal, pondering the art of war, training his subordinates, and honing his cultivation...
He looked wildly at Ning Xing, thinking about the scene of returning home with great honor after defeating the northern Xinjiang offensive.
But just when he was complacent, a knife came from behind, ending his dream.
When my neck hurts, my vision changes.
He saw the right side... His subordinates looked at him in astonishment, some even despairing.
What's going on?
Some people's eyes turned behind him.
He soon saw behind him.
Wu Nian just put the knife away.
Blood dripped from the blade.
Wu Nian!
Wu Nian looked at him, with guilt in his eyes, but more of joy and relief.
How dare he?
Ever since they partnered up in Jinshan City, the cooperation between Jiang Chen and Wu Nian has been perfect.
Jiang Chen is a little domineering, while Wu Nian is a little reserved like a family member, and they complement each other perfectly.
Jiang Chen focused on fighting, and Wu Nian organized behind him, picking up the pieces and filling in the gaps.
Jiang Chen once said that if he changed his position as an official elsewhere in the future, he would definitely take Wu Nian with him.
A good partner can amplify the role of the leader.
he……
It's him!
Jiang Chen's last thought was anger.
He saw Wu Nian sighing.
said.
"This is life!"
Immediately, boundless darkness covered all of Jiang Chen's perceptions and emotions.
Only one thought remains:
hatred!
This incident shocked the defenders and also dumbfounded the people in the death camp.
"Is this fratricide?"
Wu Nian suppressed a trace of guilt and shouted: "My people, retreat!"
More than a hundred defenders suddenly retreated... These were Wu Nian's confidants. They only knew about the Wu family and not about Daliao.
Suddenly, the city wall became a blank area, and the death camp expanded...
The shadow of the gun flickered, and Tu Shang came up.
"Tu Gong, get out of the way!"
Tu Shang hadn't killed an enemy for a long time, and this time he made a killing.
But Wang Laoer rushed up and swept in front of him.
"Second brother, stay back!"
Tu Shang's inner breath was condensed in his arms, with no place to vent.
"Tu Gong, please rest."
Wang Laoer led his men to kill the crossbow.
The people on the other side of the bed had just woken up from the incident in which Wu Nian killed Jiang Chen, when Wang Laoer came.
"It's Mr. Wang!"
A sergeant knelt down in despair, "I surrender!"
Wu Nian took advantage of the situation and shouted: "If I die now, I can still save one life!"
Wang Laoer watched in despair as all the defenders in front knelt down.
"My head!"
Zhang Xu came up.
But they found that most of the defenders abandoned their swords and knelt down.
The remaining hundreds of people gathered together and looked at them with grief and anger.
"kill!"
A general rushed over with a spear in hand.
"Wu Nian, you must die a happy death!"
The general was shot through the chest by Tu Shang, and his filial roar before his death was heart-wrenching.
The reason for holding on for two days was due to Jiang Chen's bravery and leading by example.
Morale is a strange thing that cannot be explained clearly.
A word or an action can boost morale.
But a word or an action can also damage morale.
Jiang Chen was beheaded by Wu Nian, and that sword cut off all the morale of the defenders.
Immediately, the Northern Xinjiang army swarmed to the top of the city.
Wu Nian and more than a hundred people gathered together.
No one looked at them.
"Open the city gate and take control of the officials!"
Tu Shang shouted.
The city gate opens.
The cavalry then entered the city.
Dozens of remnant enemies mustered up their courage and blocked the middle of the street, and then turned into dozens of piles of rotten flesh under the horses' hooves.
The process of history is like a wheel. Under the general trend, individuals appear particularly helpless.
Jiang Cunzhong took the lead in advancing into the city.
"Clean up all the official buildings, find the household registration and tax books first, and take good care of them. Secondly, the warehouses..."
When the rebel armies invaded the city, the first thing they did was seize food and money, and burn, kill, and loot.
This is the difference between the regular army and the grass-headed king.
With the household registration in hand, the situation in this area will be clear at a glance.
With the tax book in hand, the economic situation of the entire region is clear.
These are chickens that lay golden eggs.
Wu Nian felt a little embarrassed and walked over, "Wu Nian, I have met the general."
"Jiang Cunzhong."
"I've met General Jiang."
Wu Nian said: "It's not that the lower officials have refused to take action these past two days..."
"Keep these words."
Jiang Cunzhong interrupted his explanation and ordered, "Archers ascend high. No pedestrians are allowed on the streets of the city, otherwise, they will be killed!"
"Take your orders!"
The archers quickly took control of the high ground.
"All prisoners, go to the city!"
The prisoners were driven down from the city.
"Stand still!"
The prisoners lined up along the street.
Behind him were soldiers from Northern Xinjiang.
Jiang Cunzhong walked to the city gate and lowered his head.
Wu Nian's heart skipped a beat and he quickly followed.
Ta-ta-ta!
The sound of horse hooves came slowly and crisply.
Leading the way were more than a hundred riders, all wearing heavy armor and face helmets, with only their eyes exposed.
Then there were more than ten guards, who looked tall and burly with piercing eyes.
The archers stood at the top of the city and on the rooftops on both sides, looking around.
Immediately, Yang Xuan rode his horse slowly into the city.
Jiang Cunzhong knelt down on one knee and said, "Dear Duke, there are no remaining enemies in the city!"
Jiang Chen held on for two and a half days. During these two and a half days, the defenders suffered heavy casualties. Once the city was breached, the remaining defenders had no fighting spirit, so Jiang Cunzhong was able to quickly take control of Jinshan City.
Yang Xuan nodded, "Thank you!"
"I'm a lowly official, I dare not express my sorrow!"
Jiang Cunzhong raised his head.
The capture of Jinshan City in two and a half days was a bit of a surprise to both the enemy and us.
But if you think about this process carefully, you will find that there is necessity hidden in the accident.
Yang Xuan just changed the attack rhythm of the trebuchets and crossbow formations, causing heavy casualties to the defenders. Then he attacked the city with the northern Xinjiang army and consumed the enemy forces.
In the end, the death camp launched a crazy attack. Even if Wu Nian didn't take action, Jinshan City would not be able to escape the fate of falling for an hour at most.
All this may seem unremarkable, but it contains countless principles of military use.
The great way is to be simple, not complicated!
There was admiration in Jiang Cunzhong's eyes, and he vaguely guessed that this former good brother would not stop here.
Neizhou!
Taizhou……
This Tang Dynasty is sick!
The people were moaning and helplessly asking for help.
Chang'an is fighting among itself and enjoying itself.
It was like a bunch of maggots tangled together, twisting, and covering the entire Chang'an City with mucus.
In this chaotic and desperate era.
The horn of the north keeps sounding.
Yang Xuan, Yang Ni in the mouth of Chang'an, led the Northern Xinjiang Army and continued to move northward, constantly opening up territory and expanding territory.
In the darkness, this is a ray of sunshine, piercing the haze and bringing hope to the world!
yes!
hope!
Jiang Cunzhong had mixed feelings and shouted: "Kneel down!"
The prisoners knelt down one after another.
He boldly looked up and saw the majestic Lord of Northern Territory entering the city.
Although the city has been cleaned up briefly, blood stains can still be seen.
The trebuchets smashed a lot of houses on both sides, and Yang Xuan was reminded of the catastrophe.
There were not many prisoners left on both sides, and Yang Xuan couldn't help but sigh, "What a pity!"
Han Ji observed his words and said, "The defenders were brave and brave, suffering heavy casualties and causing considerable losses to our army."
"I'm not sighing for this."
"Why is that?"
"Those dead defenders were all excellent laborers!"
Han Ji: "..."
Yang Xuan looked at the straight road ahead and the docile prisoners on both sides, feeling proud in his heart.
Neizhou was once a headache for Northern Xinjiang. The Northern Liao Army used Neizhou as its base and frequently sent troops to harass and attack various parts of Northern Xinjiang.
At that time, when Neizhou was mentioned, people in northern Xinjiang would change their color.
But now, most of Neizhou is in his hands.
There is only one Chengyang City left!
"Neizhou is the Neizhou of the Tang Dynasty!"
Yang Xuan drew his sword and raised it.
Everyone cheered.
Wu Luo and three others were waiting for news at Wu Nian's home.
"There's no movement."
Ding Bo listened intently.
Wu Luo's heart skipped a beat, he put down the scroll and walked out.
"What's wrong?"
Ding Bo shook his head, "I don't know."
He and Wan Yu approached the door, one of them looked out from the crack of the door, and the other listened to what was going on outside.
Wu Luo's heartbeat increased.
She knew that if the Northern Xinjiang Army evacuated, her fate could not escape two possibilities. One was to be imprisoned in the Wu family, and the other was to be executed by Wu Nian.
The second possibility is the most likely.
What are you going to say? We are all relatives. Is it necessary to be so ruthless?
For Wu Nian, Wu Luo, his distant cousin, is a time bomb.
Once he was blown up, Jiang Chen would be the first to kill him.
If you don't take care of yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth!
Lang Jun should not lose!
Yes, you won't lose.
At least, it has to be a tie!
Wu Luo was too embarrassed to go to the gate to join in the fun, so he stayed close to the wall.
She turned sideways, pretending to be nonchalant, but actually she was listening.
Nothing happened!
It's too quiet outside.
It seems like an empty city.
Where are people?
Wu Luo was a little flustered.
I couldn't help but subconsciously miss the Yang family's backyard.
Everything that was incompatible in the past has become friendly now.
Zhang Siniang, who wants to win favor; Hua Hong and Yan Xiao, who are ready to make a move but dare not take action.
She wholeheartedly wants to become the Guan Aunt in the backyard, second only to Zhou Ning.
The mysterious and cold Yi Niang.
The graceful hostess Zhou Ning.
Cute and naughty young man.
She even thought of the swordsman, Fugui, and Zheng Wuniang.
I want to go home!
She raised her head in panic.
"The Duke is mighty!"
A huge shout came.
Wu Luo was startled and jumped up.
She smiled, clenched her fists, and said happily: "We won!"
"The Duke is mighty!"
Huge cheers swept through.
"The Duke is mighty!"
The sound of horse hooves keeps getting closer.
Someone is shouting.
"No one is allowed to go out at home, otherwise, we will kill without mercy!"
"Everyone..."
Yang Xuan entered the official house.
"My lord, the household registration and tax account books are all here."
Several minor officials accompanying the army reported happily.
"good!"
Yang Xuan smiled and said: "When people are here, everything will accumulate again."
Han Ji smiled and said: "Lang Jun's words seem to treat the common people as cattle and horses."
Only Han Ji dared to say this.
Yang Xuan did not shy away from this topic, "I have said that class is inevitable.
As long as people live, they must create. Businessmen, craftsmen, farmers, sergeants, officials, generals, dignitaries, powerful people... each class is creating wealth in its own way.
The people are at the bottom. As a politician, the only thing I can do is to try my best to make this pie bigger and try my best to let the people get more of the pie..."
These words were a bit cryptic, but Han Ji had already heard some hidden meanings.
Every class had to contribute to the Tang Dynasty, and the administrators coordinated everything and tried their best to create wealth... In the end, they stood on the side of the people.
Governing for the people!
The layout of the Lord is astonishingly large!
Han Ji felt happy in his heart. The old thief coughed dryly and whispered: "Old Han, I feel like you are a person."
"Who?" Han Ji asked casually.
"Have you ever heard of the Three Kingdoms that Lang Jun mentioned?"
Yang Xuan once told them the story of the Three Kingdoms.
Han Ji nodded.
"Who do you think I look like? Guo Jia?"
Guo Jia was extremely intelligent, but died young.
This man is really bold and unscrupulous!
The old thief shook his head, "Yang Xiu!"
Yang Xiu is also very smart, but he likes to play tricks and eventually dies from his tricks.
But when Yang Xuan told this story, he didn't tell them that the real reason why Yang Xiu was killed was not because he was being clever, but because he got involved in Cao Cao's family affairs.
Entering the lobby, Yang Xuan sat down.
Jiang Cunzhong reported the results of the battle.
"...There is a lot of money and food in the city, and there are also a lot of materials to defend the city."
What Yang Guogong likes most is money and food.
"In addition, I found a letter written by Jiang Chen to Xiao Hongde. Before it was sent, our army surrounded Jinshan City."
Jiang Cunzhong took out a letter.
"I won't read it and will briefly talk about it."
Yang Xuan rarely participates in fighting now, so he has been sitting on horseback and commanding during the two and a half days of siege battle, which makes him a little tired.
"Jiang Chen promised Xiao Hongde that he could hold on for ten days."
Jiang Cunzhong smiled.
"Tenri, very heroic!"
Yang Xuan smiled, turned his eyes and looked at Wu Nian.
The lobby gradually fell silent.
Wu Nian stepped forward and saluted.
"I've met the Duke."
The family's etiquette is impeccable, and so is their demeanor.
"Are you Wu Nian?"
Yang Xuan's tone was calm, and there was no hint of happiness or anger.
Is this dissatisfaction?
Wu Nian's heart tightened, "It's Xiaguan. Xiaguan and Wu Luo are close brothers and sisters."
"Dear brothers and sisters..."
Did the kind brother and sister make Wu Luo so tragic when he set off?
It seems like it's gone forever.
This was said with a sarcastic tone.
Wu Nian thought to himself, I just sat there and watched for two and a half days. Is Yang Guogong angry?
How to explain?
Still asking for forgiveness.
He apologized and put the initiative in Yang Xuan's hands.
All the achievements made during the war were lost.
It's life-threatening.
Or do you want credit?
Why didn't I listen to Luo'er's reminder at the beginning... Wu Nian's heart was in chaos.
And all this was just because Yang Xuan's throat was a little itchy, which caused a change in tone.
Itchy throat, is this a sign of tonsillitis?
Yang Xuan looked at Wu Nian, although he was a little annoyed that this man took action too late, causing many casualties to his subordinates.
But you have to be kind. If Wu Nian hadn't taken action, hundreds of lives would have been lost at that last moment.
Therefore, this person has merit.
It is Yang Guogong's policy philosophy that meritorious deeds must be rewarded.
Then reward him!
His throat felt uncomfortable, and Yang Guogong coughed dryly.
"Ahem!"
Plop!
Wu Nian, whose inner pressure was so great that he collapsed, knelt down.
"My lord, the villain is guilty!"
Yang Xuan: "..."
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