Chapter one hundred and seventy-ninth soft city plan
Roucheng, the capital of Anling County, is a large and prosperous city.
At the northernmost end of the city, connected to the city wall, is the prefect's palace in Anling County.
The area of the Taishou Palace is not very large, and the palaces and pavilions are not luxurious. They have gray walls and blue tiles. They look like the feeling that the Taishou Yan family has always given people, rigorous and low-key.
But the world within the walls of the prefect's palace is quite different. Just like in the palace garden at this moment, in a hall decorated with huge brocades, dozens of young and pretty beauties wearing light and luxurious clothes are sitting.
Playing with a blindfolded, thin middle-aged man.
Outside the hall, the guards and waiters stood in the cold wind. Inside the hall, the spring breeze filled the eyes with warblers and swallows, all white and soft.
After having fun for a while, the middle-aged man seemed a little tired. He smiled and hugged a beautiful woman who deliberately walked to him and sat down on the thick fur blanket. He was about to kiss Fangze, but was stopped behind him.
A deliberately low voice dampened the mood.
"Your Majesty the Grand Administrator... The captain sent by General Liu Feixiu of the Western Army has been waiting outside for a long time. You see..." A rather old palace waiter stood cautiously.
At the entrance of the hall, the sound was as low as a mosquito humming.
But the middle-aged man had already heard it. He waved his hand impatiently and said, "I know, I know, I have to make the governor free before I can see him." He gently patted the beauty next to him.
After stretching a lot, he said warmly to the beauties, "You guys go back to the palace first. I'm just going to see him and I'll be back later."
All the beauties were either docile or coquettish, but in the end, no one dared to disobey the middle-aged man. They wrapped themselves in thick blankets and left through the back door of the hall.
When there was no one in the hall, the middle-aged man got up from the blanket, found a chair and sat down and said to the old waiter, "Let him come in."
The old waiter took the order and left. After a while, a stern-looking military man strode over. As soon as he entered the hall, he saw the silk scarves and handkerchiefs discarded on the ground and roughly understood what had happened before, but he didn't say anything.
As the old waiter came to the middle-aged man, he gave a military salute and then said forcefully, "I pay my respects to the prefect."
The middle-aged man responded with a feeble hum, and then asked while licking his nails, "Ai Qing rushed back to Roucheng from the Western battlefield, but what's the urgent matter?"
The man in the army nodded heavily and said, "Replying to the Grand Administrator, General Liu has something important to report to the Grand Administrator." He took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the old waiter, who in turn forwarded the envelope to the middle-aged man.
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The middle-aged man took out the letter, read it, and then handed it back to the old waiter. "Haven't the things mentioned in the letter been reported before? Nancheng was lost. I have also written to Han Feng, the commander-in-chief of the Southern War Zone, to scold him.
After that, what else are you going to call me for? Now that the siege of Sichuan City has just been lifted, and the army has not yet completed its rest, you can't let me send all the last troops that originally guarded the center of Rou City to Nancheng in one go, right? Besides,
, if the number of reinforcements is not enough, it will be impossible to retake Nancheng."
He muttered and complained, but his voice happened to be heard by the man in the army, "I finally took a breath... Besides, Ganshuiguan was not lost, and a lone army captured Nancheng again."
What's the use? When we free up our hands, Nancheng will still be our Nancheng sooner or later."
The man in the army almost vomited blood when he heard this, but his face was still cold and he said, "Master Taishou, what General Liu means is that Nan City has only been occupied for a short time, and Li Ren has not yet taken control of the southern cities."
, if the prefect agrees to send troops to fight against the thieves, General Liu is willing to squeeze out 10,000 elites from the western battlefield to help the prefect retake Nancheng, return peace and tranquility to the people of Nancheng, and let the people know the prefect's civil and military skills, and feel grateful and awe!
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"Okay, okay, I understand what General Liu means. You can go back first. Isn't it true that the situation on the border with Xiyi is also very tense now?" The middle-aged man waved his hand impatiently.
"Master Taishou!" The man in the army was a little anxious. He took a step forward and said, "Master Taishou, Nancheng is the core city in the southern part of Anling County. There is no room for failure. General Liu said..."
"Okay!" The middle-aged man looked squarely at the military man for the first time, and when he shouted angrily, he actually had a different kind of majesty. His words were filled with anger, "You think I won't be worried if Nancheng is lost? I am An
Governor of Ling County!" He stood up in a hurry and stood with his back to the man in the army, "Go back and tell your General Liu to guard his western defense line. When our Roucheng army moves south, we will notify him to assist!"
The man in the army wanted to say something else, but the old waiter quietly pulled his sleeves, so he turned around and strode away with a hasty military salute.
When there was no one else in the hall, a short and thin old man walked out from behind the curtain in the corner of the hall. If Luo Chuan were here, he would have recognized that this man was the mysterious man who had appeared several times when he returned home.
, he came to the middle-aged man and said, "According to the reports of the personnel we deployed from Liu Feixu's army, Liu Feixu is really a little anxious this time. Whether it is for public or selfish reasons, he is serious.
I want to take back Nancheng."
The middle-aged man who had been very emotional before had already regained his composure. After hearing this, he just said coldly, "Even if it is true that we can use our last army to cooperate with him to recapture Nancheng as he said, there is a high probability that Nancheng will be defeated in the future."
Jiu still has the surname Liu. As far as I am concerned, what is the difference between Nancheng’s surname Han and Liu?”
He sat back on the chair and calculated silently for a moment before saying, "When we helped the proton from Li County return home, we were betting that if he could ascend to the position of prefect, he could form an alliance with Anling County. After we pushed Yongchang County to send troops to attack,
He could still force him to retreat. Now he has really become the governor, but his ambition is so great that he uses his troops more ruthlessly than Luo Tianen. How could a proton do this? How could he do this...
?!"
The thin old man also sighed again and again, and then asked, "The current plan, although the development of the situation in the south has greatly exceeded our expectations, we can still follow the plan as far as the western battlefield is concerned. If we wait for the dead soldiers to sacrifice their lives to kill Liu
Feixu, is it possible that the Grand Administrator can take over the military power in the western battlefield?"
The middle-aged man was silent for a while, and then he sighed and said, "The risk is very high. The original plan was to go south and then west, killing Han Feng first and erasing the influence of the Han family in the southern part of Anling County."
Although it will take a lot of time and cost, as long as I own the north and south of Anling County, what can Liu Feixu do about the Western battlefield who is trapped in the Western battlefield and needs our logistical support? Just kill him.
It is even possible not to kill him, but now... Liu Feixu is different from Han Feng. If he attacks him directly, once his generals who are loyal to him rebel, Roucheng and even the entire Anling County will fall into chaos.
In the midst of a huge crisis, this move is so risky that I really can’t make up my mind..."
"But Nancheng... we have to save...!" the thin old man lamented.
"We have to save him, but right now..." The middle-aged man raised his hand to hold his forehead tiredly and said, "I can only hope that Han Feng will not be too useless, as long as he can survive in Ganshuiguan.
In one month, I will be able to reintegrate the military forces of Sichuan City and Roucheng, and move the army southward. Together with Liu Feixu and Han Feng's people, we will block the lone army from Lijun. The initiative will be in our hands, and then we can enter the army.
In the spring, when the Nanyi come to attack, even Lijun cannot take care of both ends and has to retreat. If Han Feng dies at that time... Nancheng will really be the Nancheng of my Yan family...!"