On a hot summer day, there is not only the noisy chirping of cicadas, but also an extremely dull atmosphere.
Inner City, Changyang, training ground near the west city gate.
Wang Long, who was wearing a mourning scarf, was discussing the current crisis with the other two heads of the aristocratic family.
"I heard that Chang Laosi's side has already mobilized troops back from Hebei and is preparing to besiege us." Wang Long gritted his teeth, his voice full of anger.
Their three aristocratic families have a total of more than 30,000 soldiers. Not too many, but not too few. Moreover, there are many small aristocratic families, and the number of soldiers gathered together can be more than 10,000.
people.
Altogether, there were about 40,000 troops.
"Previously, this faint lord was so happy about his success that he forcibly attacked Dingbeiguan and lost many elites in the battle. You see, even though I was waiting in the city, he still didn't send any troops. Why? I told you earlier that in the inner city
, the number of his troops is already overwhelming."
"So, this is our opportunity."
After listening to Wang Long's words, the other two aristocratic family heads showed rare smiles.
Just as Wang Long was about to continue speaking, he suddenly heard that Bi would report in the future.
"Master, there is an envoy coming from outside? He said he wants to cooperate with the master."
"Where is he? The one who has lost his master? He is gone. Now I just want to avenge my legitimate son of the Wang family."
General Pi hurriedly said, "Master, he is not from over there... he seems to be an envoy from the King of Grain."
"Sent by the Grain King?"
Deep down in Wang Long's heart, he was actually happy. But on the surface, he looked calm and relaxed.
"Tell the King of Grain that there is no conflict between me and him, so I won't help that faint master as a lobbyist."
The other two aristocratic family heads hurriedly tried to persuade each other, and Wang Long finally agreed, reluctantly, and allowed King Liang's envoys to enter the account.
…
"Lord, I've been trapped." In the palace of Changyang City, the old counselor Liu Zhongde stood on the royal road, his hoarse voice filled with uncontrollable joy.
"Wang Long has just secretly sent information. The Grain King wants to join forces with Wang Long and raise a large army to conquer Changyang. The Lord's weakness is obviously a success."
Whether it was an injury or a forced attack on Dingbeiguan and the defeat, it was enough to explain a lot of things. This show of weakness, in the end, did not disappoint.
"If you are right." The old counselor breathed out, "Next, under the leadership of the Grain King, more and more people will join the camp against the lord."
Chang Shiro kept listening, with a smile on his face. Like his old friends in Xishu, he didn't care about his damn reputation, as long as he could destroy the Grain King and eliminate those rebellious families. What happened this time
, which is considered a big victory.
"Zhongde, when fighting, remember to start the battle outside the city, so as not to cause the people to suffer."
"My Lord is righteous."
Chang Shiro smiled and said, "That's it. In Changyang City, starting from tonight, you and I will each control an army. Chang Sheng over there is probably holding his breath. Fortunately, the time has come."
"Send fast horses and tell people to announce Chang Sheng. It's time to start. Inform the generals on the other side of Hebei to guard the river mouth at all costs and not allow the Liang King's people to cross the river."
After uttering military orders in one breath, Chang Shiro raised his head and exhaled.
The hunter who was hunting the wolf had already taken aim and slowly raised his crossbow.
…
For five or six days in a row, there was a storm in Changyang City. Many people who heard the news were so frightened that they fled the city.
At night, the south of Changyang City is quiet.
Many leaders gathered together, one or two, with strong murderous intent on their faces.
"As we expected, this faint lord has lost a lot of troops in Dingzhou. Although there are private soldiers from other aristocratic families to help, there are still fewer people in the end."
Wang Long gave a contemptuous sneer in front of everyone. This look made everyone present laugh.
"This... Mr. Lian, what do you think?"
Mr. Lian is the commander of the Liang Wang side. I heard that his background is not simple.
"The head of the Wang family is indeed a man who is familiar with the art of war. Although he is eager for revenge, he can stabilize the overall situation."
"It's easy to say that the Dark Lord is cruel and unscrupulous, and he is very happy with his achievements. How can he convince people! The original little overlord Chang Xiaotang is gone!"
"Everyone." Wang Long paused, "When reinforcements from Hebei arrive, we can't stay in the inner city. The best way is to capture several nearby big cities as quickly as possible.
The base of the uprising."
In Changyang City, there are still a lot of Chang Shiro's troops on the bright side, and there has been a confrontation between the two for a long time.
There was nothing wrong with Wang Long's words. Even Prince Lian, the King of Grain, nodded after pondering for a while.
At this moment, a general suddenly walked in hurriedly, and as soon as he opened his mouth, many people looked shocked.
"Master, dear family heads, the faint master has sent a vanguard army and is ready to fight!"
…
In the dim night, Chang Wei, who had just recovered, led an army of 5,000 people with a look of displeasure on his face.
According to his young master's wishes, his troops are going to fake defeat. They will fight hard and then fake defeat and retreat.
"Damn it, if Silly Tiger knew about it, he might laugh his head off."
But in the end, Chang Wei did not dare to disobey his young master's order. Before arriving at the enemy's camp, on the empty street, he began to pick a gun and scold the formation.
Changyang has been in chaos these days. He also asked his young master why he didn't send troops to kill the rebels?
The young master said, it's not yet time.
Look, it's time now, right? But it's going to end in a bluff.
"Scold me hard!"
Not long after, following Chang Wei's scolding, a huge number of enemy troops rushed out. All around, in the dim night, there were roaring sounds everywhere.
The flying arrows whizzing head-on kept falling down.
"Raise your shield, raise your shield!" Chang Wei shouted angrily.
"Shoot one more time, surround and kill immediately!" Wang Long stood on a high place and ordered angrily. In his heart, he knew the key of this time.
It's not about winning or losing. It's about proving something so that the people of the Grain King don't have any hesitation anymore.
…
Not far from the south of the city, on top of a tall building, two or three figures lowered their heads coldly, looking at the fighting ahead. After watching for a long time, they saw corpses one after another, falling down one after another. Wait and see.
Between the two sides, they fought to the death.
Only then did cold smiles gradually appear on these people's faces.
"Send the order for the Tibetan troops to start taking action. If this move can cripple Chang Laosi, then the situation will be completely stabilized."
"Chang Bawang? After all, he is just like a bastard, a bit stupid. As for the nine-fingered one, although he has some abilities, he is already helpless."