Wang Zheng's clear words resounded and echoed throughout the audience.
"Not a few days after we had just lived a comfortable life, Cao Cao asked us Qingzhou Yellow Turbans to go to the battlefield in order to attack Xuzhou. Not only did we work hard for him, but he also asked us to prepare our own rations!" Wang Zhengdao said: "Even if we are driving cattle and horses, we can still do it.
Do you want some fodder?"
"Is it possible that I, a man from Qingzhou, am not as good as cattle and horses?"
"It's sad..." At this point, Wang Zheng looked around the audience with a mocking smile on his face: "In the eyes of those in power, the lives of us people may really be worse than those of cattle and horses."
"It's not just the present day. Since Guangwu returned to Han Dynasty, except for the first dozen years, our ancestors lived a good life with enough food for a few years. In the next hundred years or so, we, our fathers, and the fathers of our fathers.
...How many people have had enough to eat for a whole day?”
"They seem to have forgotten..." Wang Zheng pointed his halberd at the ground word by word: "We are planting this land!"
"Is there such a truth in the world?"
"We have been plowing in spring and harvesting in autumn, and have been busy for a year, but in the end we can't even fill our bellies?"
"Since these superiors, carnivores, treat us like nothing, and don't treat us as human beings..." Wang Zheng raised his eyebrows and raised his voice with a stern murderous intent on his face: "Then let's let them kill us even as human beings..."
Stop it!"
"We were forced to rebel because Cao Cao wanted to take Xuzhou. Well, let's take over this territory!"
"Once Liu Bei is driven away, this huge land will all belong to our heavenly army..."
The rising sun rose in the east. Standing between the dripping blood and the forest of spears and halberds, Wang Zheng worked hard and turned back to the beginning of the topic. He said: "Just like what Zheng said in the past, we can build the kingdom of heaven on earth here!"
"Create a heaven on earth where everyone is equal, everyone has food and clothing, and everyone has land and a house!"
He closed his eyes again, took a deep breath, and opened his arms: "Did you smell it? This land that raised us, educated us, and where our ancestors lived and thrived to this day, smells so good."
At this moment, Wang Zheng was really moved by his emotions, and his words became a little confused. Thousands of words, choked for a moment, turned into one sentence.
Under the morning rays of the morning sun, his face was illuminated, and the faces of every heavenly host were also illuminated. It seemed that everyone's face had a look, and their eyes had light.
He spoke softly, quietly, but unswervingly: "Land should only belong to those who farm it!"
At this time, the whole place was silent, so quiet that you could hear a needle drop. The soldiers themselves did not have much culture. Even for the Han Dynasty, many so-called concepts of later generations, such as country, nation, etc., were actually irrelevant at this time.
Very vague and broad.
People in this era, especially those who are illiterate and at the bottom, may always only care about themselves, their families, and the most involved is the clan.
What Wang Zheng said in simple words was precisely what they were most concerned about and could understand best. Because they had experienced it personally, they completely understood these words.
Many brave and needless soldiers on the battlefield had tears in their eyes at this time. Many of them, including some wounded soldiers, were struggling to reach out and grab a handful of soil from the ground.
They should imitate Wang Zheng and put it to their noses and smell it.
Smell the fragrance of the land and remember this smell forever!
The system can make soldiers not run away even if they are afraid of death. Strict rewards and punishments can make soldiers take death lightly or dare to die.
But only by teaching them the way and correcting their reputation can soldiers be willing to die and be happy to die from the bottom of their hearts.
.....
After inspecting the wounded barracks, when Wang Zheng returned to the Chinese army again, officers above Dubbo had been waiting for a long time. There were no major issues in this impromptu military meeting. Since the goal had been set, all that was left was to add details.
Predict the enemy and count yourself.
Although they encountered an ambush, they omitted the extremely difficult mountain climbing battle originally planned and advanced to Tangyi in advance. The food and grass carried by the army were enough to support the rendezvous with Ji Ling, but if the retreat was really
If Liu Bei's army is intercepted by Xiapi, not only will there be no way to retreat, but the subsequent replenishment of baggage will also be directly interrupted. The so-called being prepared for danger in times of peace, Wang Zheng has now begun to think about what to do if Tangyi cannot be captured for a long time and food is insufficient.
Although there had just been a sensational episode to inspire the troops and strengthen their soldiers to capture Guangling and drive away Liu Bei's fighting spirit, in Wang Zheng's heart, territory could be obtained at any time, and his own army was the most important, especially for such people who were already integrated into the system and
A battle-hardened veteran.
Therefore, the focus is not only on capturing Tangyi, but more importantly on how to capture it while reducing casualties.
Wang Zheng could probably estimate the current number of troops in Tangyi at about five to six thousand. As for the previous battle in person, whether it was the Guangling Army or the Pingyuan Army brought by Liu Bei, the combat effectiveness was not clearly stated. At this time, he was already in his heart.
It's something.
It's a bit difficult to do.
Especially when one side is attacking the city and the other is defending it.
...
The journey that followed went very smoothly. The only problem was that starting in the afternoon, the sentinels of the Heavenly Army discovered another spy horse wandering in the distance to spy. It should be the sentinel sent by the Guangling Army.
Along the way, these enemies were very cunning and did not get close at all. They only followed them more than ten miles away. Wang Zheng sent people several times and even set up ambushes twice. They either avoided fighting or detoured and sneaked around.
At the slightest sign of trouble, he immediately ran away.
They were all the elite of the Guangling Army. They were small in number, carried many horses, and were mobile and flexible. There were no good hiding places on the plains, so Wang Zheng finally didn't bother to pay attention to them.
Anyway, he was not afraid of those few Guangling military sentries going back to report the news. So what if the general of Tangyi knew about his itinerary?
Liuhe Mountain is too close to Tangyi.
Neither side has much room to move. They are one step ahead in terms of information, and there is basically no advantage.
Wang Zheng was worried about another thing.
What is Ji Ling doing?
The soldiers and horses in Tangyi can openly send sentries here to spy on information. What does this mean?
Either the pressure from Ji Ling's route was not enough, or the loopholes in the containment were too large.
...
Along the edge of the Liuhe Mountains and across the plain to the west of Tangyi, the army marched continuously. In the early morning of the next day, they arrived at the city west of Tangyi.
It was difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy late at night. In order to prevent unnecessary misunderstandings, Wang Zheng ordered the entire army to rest and reorganize temporarily. He only ordered a sentry cavalry to go ahead and report. When the sun began to rise, he led his army around Nancheng and prepared to fight with Ji Ling's army.
Convergence.
As soon as they arrived at Shili, they saw a general and hundreds of people accompanying him, cheering and greeting him in front of the military camp. The courtesy was quite complete.
Even the morning sun in summer was extremely blazing. More than a hundred drums and horns were lined up beside the road, and they began to sing in unison just a few miles away. However, when Wang Zheng saw the person opposite him clearly, he frowned slightly. wrinkle.
Although the distance was far, he could see clearly that the general surrounded by armored soldiers was actually Yan Xiang, not Ji Ling.
This scholar, who had been wearing elegant clothes since the first meeting, unexpectedly put on his armor today. His horse's hooves stirred up the dust on the ground, like a dark cloud, and he galloped forward, which was quite impressive.
In addition to being surprised, Wang Zheng was full of doubts.
what's the situation?
The coach is here, why doesn't Ji Ling come out to greet him?
Although doubts arose in his heart, Wang Zheng kept his appearance calm and nodded slightly to the Yan Xiang in the distance. He then jumped lightly, dismounted from his horse, and walked forward.
Yan Xiang was a scholar, so naturally he couldn't be as cool as him. He had to rely on the help of his soldiers to get off his horse. The two met at Daozuo.
Grain plan
When he arrived in front of him, Wang Zheng raised his eyes and looked around, feeling even more surprised and feeling vaguely that something was not good.
It had only been a few days since I last saw him, but I saw that Yan Xiang had some wrinkles and looked much older, and his eyes were bloodshot.
At the same time, Yan Xiang was also sizing him up. Not to mention the previous times, Master Yan, who had a serious face and a face made of iron, had a hint of joy in his eyebrows this time. He even stepped forward proactively and took the initiative to hold his hand. his hand.
"General." When Yan Xiang came closer, he whispered, his voice a little excited: "You are finally here!"
What's going on with you?
, Wang Zheng was startled again.
Since the two met, even in Linzi, although the other party took the initiative to send food and troops, Wang Zheng could faintly feel Yan Xiang's hostility and scruples towards him.
Why do you look like someone is finally coming out of a drought?
With this thought, Wang Zheng frowned, looked at Yan Xiang, and then at the soldiers behind him. Although everyone's military appearance was neat, their spirits were a little sluggish, and he couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.
He first relaxed his brows, smiled, and said to Yan Xiang, "It's a great honor for Mr. Jinglao to come out to greet you."
Yan Xiang patted Wang Zheng's hand and said, "As long as the governor Wang is here." He took the initiative to lift his cloak and made gestures with his hands: "General, please mount your horse first. I have prepared a banquet in the camp to wash your hands."
Wang Zheng nodded slightly: "Indeed, General Ji cannot be kept waiting for too long."
Hearing this, Yan Xiang almost staggered in his steps.
Seeing this, Wang Zheng also felt a thump in his heart.
No, something happened!
...
After entering the tent, before Yan Xiang could say anything, Wang Zheng had already retreated and ordered his personal guards to strictly guard the outside of the tent. He immediately straightened his expression, stopped his smile, looked at Yan Xiang, and straight to the point:
"How is Ji Ling?"
When the two of them were alone, Yan Xiang finally stopped trying to hide it and directly showed his sadness, and even sighed: "If the county lieutenant has a soul in heaven, he will definitely regret not listening to the general's advice!"
What?
Wang Zheng had just sat down for a few tables and took a sip of tea while thinking about it. Then he took a sip and put down the cup with a "bang".
Along the way, he saw that the morale in the military camp was low, and it looked like he had lost the battle. When he combined with Yan Xiang's demeanor, Wang Zheng was mentally prepared. But even so, he expected that something happened to Ji Ling, and what he guessed It's just that there is an injury in the body, which is not conducive to walking.
But I never imagined it would end like this.
After he woke up, he looked at Yan Xiang in surprise and blurted out: "Are you secretly mourning?"
The injury and death of the general had a completely different impact on the morale of the army. Judging from the current morale in the camp, which is sluggish but not collapsed, it only proves that this matter has not been widely publicized.
"It's not so difficult to save the situation!" Yan Xiang also sat down, bowed slightly on the couch, nodded and said: "The day before yesterday, the county lieutenant took the initiative to find Zhang Fei Doujiang, but within ten rounds, he was stabbed by his spear.
, Fortunately, I arranged for the dead soldiers to line up early, and rushed up to rescue them."
"It's just that after the county lieutenant came back..." Yan Xiang sighed: "But he was still seriously injured and died..."
Take the initiative to find Zhang Fei as a fighting general?
Wang Zheng's face was dull and he was silent for a long time. Suddenly his eyes changed color with anger. He slammed the table with such force that all the cups in front of the table were knocked over. In a moment, the wine flowed all over the floor.
He ignored his demeanor and stood up directly, angrily scolding Yan Xiang.
"Is he sick?"
...
Although it was late afternoon and the sun was shining warmly, the room felt as lonely as winter. The soldiers outside the tent heard General Tiangong's roar and the crisp sound of broken bowls, and for a moment they looked at each other.
Since he didn't have to be summoned, he didn't dare to enter without permission. He immediately held his breath and concentrated, not daring to breathe out.
When their eyes met, several people thought the same thing.
What could possibly cause the general to lose his composure so seriously?
The last time, it seems, was last year, when I was in Linzi, and I heard that Xu Xuan burned grain.
"Prince, the matter has come to this, and it is useless to complain about a dead person."
In fact, Yan Xiang was also so angry that day, but after all, two days had passed, and Wang Zheng's timely arrival this time alleviated his anxious situation. Instead, he calmly advised: "We still need to think about it immediately, what should we do?"
Reversal of the current disadvantage and capture Tangyi!"
"Sir, you are a great talent!" Wang Zheng gasped for a few times, nodded, and looked at Yan Xiang with admiration on his face: "It is very rare that you can keep the troops from collapsing and support them until now in such a situation."
He had thought about it clearly. Ji Ling was able to go through ten rounds under Zhang Fei. It showed that the force value was not too bad. But precisely because of this, the so-called people who are good at swimming will drown in the water, and those who can fight must be good.
In battle, a brave man must be proud.
Zhao Xun had learned from his mistakes. If Ji Ling was a mediocre general, he might not have committed such a suicide attempt.
"Is it really Zhang Yide from Yan?" Wang Zheng couldn't help but ask.
"General, don't underestimate Ji Ling." Yan Xiang said: "When it comes to martial prowess, none of the generals in my lord's account can compare to him except Sun Ce!"
"Although I don't know Zhang Fei's appearance, if he wasn't such a person, how could Lieutenant Ji be defeated so easily?"
This is the truth.
Wang Zheng walked around the tent with his hands behind his back, pondered for a while, and said, "Where is the body of General Ji? Please take me to see it."
"This matter is not urgent." Yan Xiang was startled, and then said: "The general should first summon the generals to hold a military meeting and discuss the siege."
"This is our military's top priority right now."
"That's right!" Wang Zheng clapped his hands: "Not only should I go alone, but all the generals in the army should go together!"
Yan Xiang was startled. He had been concealing the news of Ji Ling's death just to make the army feel depressed. Why are you now...
Seeing the confusion on Yan Xiang's face, Wang Zheng snorted and said loudly: "This moment, that moment!"
"The general is not here, and there is no general in the army to guard him. Naturally, the soldiers cannot be informed of this matter."
"But that's the case. You can pay tribute at any time. Time is precious now..."
"Sir, why haven't you figured it out yet? Ji Ling is the key to breaking the city!" Wang Zheng scolded, walked over quickly, and stood in front of Yan Xiang.
He was condescending, his eyes were compelling, and he said every word: "If the three armies are made to cry, everyone will be silent..."