Chapter 172: Sunburn under Eight Hundred Miles (2)
"I cooked a table of dishes and only invited two guests. But there was an unexpected guest." Changsun Moli murmured to himself.
Everyone's eyes were focused on him. At this critical moment, although everyone was thinking of ways and countermeasures, in their hearts, they had placed all their hopes on him.
I hope that the official think tank, the actual host of Lingbei Economic Strategy, can come up with a clever plan to solve the current dangerous situation.
In the past, the backbone of everyone was the officials, but now it is Mr. Xuanming.
Although Changsun Moli was thinking hard, his expression was calm and relaxed. This made everyone who was worried gradually feel relieved.
"The biggest question now is whether the two troops of Basimu and Dalidi in the south are fighting alone, and are they connected with the Dunbinai coalition in the north?" Changsun Moli said loudly.
Li Gang, Li Jian, and Li Miao immediately understood the meaning of the words.
Li Gang was the youngest, quick-thinking and quick-talking, so he rushed to speak.
"Mr. Xuanming, I understand what you mean. If these two armies are fighting separately, then we still have a chance to attack them separately. But if they are connected...?"
When Li Gang said this, his mood suddenly became heavy again, and he could no longer speak. Everyone remained silent, knowing what was going on in their hearts.
If the two are connected, it is not a good thing, and the crisis faced by one's own side may get out of control.
Only Changsun Moli still said calmly: "If there is contact, it must be a coordinated operation. We must change our strategy."
Li Miao, who was frowning next to him, took the opportunity to ask: "Both of them are in the army, how do we know if they are related to each other? It's better to ask directly. It's best not to backfire. Originally, the two didn't know each other.
We went to test, but we let them know each other, and they connected together."
Li Jian, who had been thinking about the problem, raised his head, his eyes shining.
"There is no need to test, just fight directly. Regardless of whether there is contact and cooperation between the two, we must send troops to fight. They will not retreat without fighting. Just who to fight first and who to send to fight need to be carefully considered."
Changsun Moli looked at the light in his eyes. In addition to being pleased, he also felt a little emotional. He was indeed a talent highly valued by the government.
He smiled and said: "That's right. The two invading enemies are jackals. Either they bite us hard or we beat them to death and maim them, otherwise they will not retreat automatically.
.So there is no need for us to worry about whether they have contacted and cooperated. Anyway, we have to take action and use the favorable opportunity when they are still far apart to strike first, cut off one branch, and then use all our strength to deal with the other!"
Three hundred miles southeast of the Halakhorin River, a cavalry force of 10,000 people was divided into three columns according to the standard march requirements, equidistantly spaced, and meandering toward the southeast at a normal speed.
He Qifan turned his head and looked at the distance to his left. Qu Kechang was chatting happily with Li Jian while speaking half-baked Song Mandarin.
Bo Ji Changkong, a living treasure, would jump in and say a word or two from time to time, making everyone laugh.
Yan Wanshi's shy smile seemed to be engraved on his face. When everyone laughed, the corners of his mouth would turn up, revealing a few big white teeth. But he was always half a beat slower than others.
Are these people going to fight or to have fun?
He Qifan turned around and looked at his friend next to him, Dong Xiulie.
His eyes, eyebrows and nose were all pushed together. On his left and right cheeks, there was just the word "sorrow" clearly written on it.
"Oluan Dong Helie!" He Qifan called Dong Xiulie's Tatar name, pulling him back from the sea of sorrow.
"What's the matter?" he asked angrily.
"What's the matter with you?" He Qifan asked back.
Dong Xiulie rolled his eyes at him. It's so obvious that you still ask. It's really asking knowingly.
He Qifan looked around and saw that the two people were at a distance and asked softly: "Do you regret it?"
Dong Xiulie's expression changed, he opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally sighed dejectedly.
"We've come to this point, what's the use of regretting?"
"To what extent?"
After hearing He Qifan's questioning, Dong Xiulie was so angry that he wanted to raise his whip and give this guy a good beating.
"What's the point?" Dong Xiulie lowered his voice and said viciously, "We are said to be a thousand households, but there are only three hundred households around us. What is the actual difference between me, a thousand households, and the leader?"
"Old Dong, is your Thousand Households short of people?"
Dong Xiulie was stunned for a moment and replied subconsciously: "There is no shortage of staff, they are fully staffed."
Then he argued: "Those assigned tribesmen are in such a mess that I don't like them at all!"
He Qifan curled his lips and said with great disdain: "Those tribesmen are not willing to accept your control? Have you not paid enough of the tax? There are one thousand principal households, plus deputy households and supporting households, there are six or seven thousand households, which is more than what you had before."
You should have more followers!"
Dong Xiulie said stubbornly: "I don't care if there are too many, I just want my original followers."
He Qifan said unceremoniously: "You just regret it! Didn't you see Dunbinai, and they joined forces to raise troops one after another. There was also the support of the Khitan people behind them. They have many soldiers and horses and are powerful. Now there is Bath Simu.
, these two jackals from Dalidi attacked from behind. You felt that the Song people couldn’t withstand it and were about to die, so you regretted it! Yes - no - yes!"
Dong Xiulie said nothing, but the look on his face clearly said, you are right.
"Oluan Dong Helie! You are Hutu!" He Qifan said with a look of regret.
"You and I, and Qukeba Atu'er, used to be the leader of the tribe. It seems that there are thousands of tribesmen, and he is a leader, but in reality, we know what it is like! During the day, we worry about where the tribes go to graze, and at night
I worry about horse thieves. In spring, I worry about the cattle and sheep not getting fat. In winter, I worry about not having enough overwintering fodder."
"When there is any disturbance on the grassland, we open our eyes wide, fearing that if we are not careful, we will risk our lives. For the sake of our family and subordinates, we bend our waists and legs, do everything possible to please others, and even risk our lives to fight against them.
Be a dog for them in front..."
He Qifan's face was full of melancholy and grief over memories of the past.
"A wise man said, if you can't be a tiger, find the most powerful tiger to be your backer."
Dong Xiulie couldn't help but interrupt him: "Sahe Qierte, I understand what you mean. But are the Song people reliable? Will they be like our Kled King Mogus, who rampaged across the grasslands when they were strong, even the Khitans?"
No one dared to confront him head-on. In the end, the whole grassland was afraid of his power and surrounded him from all directions. Finally, he disappeared on the grassland like a shooting star."
He Qifan was silent for a while and said slowly: "Han Qina wrote from the south, saying that she lived well in the palace of the Song Dynasty. She mentioned the city where the emperor of the Song Dynasty lived. The men and women in that city alone were more beautiful than the grassland.
There are even more people from all the tribes in the Shang Dynasty combined. And there are more than a dozen cities like the Song people."
"She said that in the land of the Song people, the fastest horse could run from the north to the south, or from the east to the west, and it was necessary to run from spring to winter. There were endless fields everywhere, full of grain, which is what we eat now
Flour. There are factories emitting black smoke everywhere, and the swords, armor, bows and arrows we use are made from them like rain."
Seeing Dong Xiulie's expression, He Qifan knew what he was thinking.
"Do you think I am exaggerating? Orluan Dong Helie, I just want to tell you that the Song people's large population, rich products, and ability to make weapons far exceed our imagination. Even if they are defeated this time,
After defeating the enemy together with the help of others, the Song people will organize another hundred thousand cavalry next year, equipped with more sophisticated weapons, and march northward to the grasslands to continue to conquer various tribes!"
"Oluan Dong Helie, the Song people can fail once, twice, or three times. Our Klie King Mogusi failed once and was cut into pieces by the Khitans."
He Qifan paused, thought of something, and added: "That's what the officers who came out of the military academy said, the Song people's war mobilization capabilities are unimaginable. Do you remember the Dangxiang people in the south?"
"Remember. It was a large tribe with a population of millions and a land of thousands of miles."
"The Song people mobilized 400,000 troops and millions of young men. They fought for three years and finally destroyed it."
Hearing this, Dong Xiulie's face turned pale. He finally understood the meaning of war mobilization ability, and also understood the huge power of Song State's huge war mobilization ability.
"Sa——He Qifan, do you think the Song people will win this time?" Dong Xiulie asked hesitantly.
"I don't know if I will win this time, but I know that in the end, the Song people will definitely win!" This chapter has been completed!
