Ju said: "Although what Yuan Si (Han Hao) said is a solution to the food pressure, if our army raises food among the people, the news will not be concealed. Once the soldiers know that our army is short of food, the morale of the army will definitely be loosened. Furthermore, if someone in Yuan Shao's army fanned the flames, the situation would be very bad for our army..." At this point, Ju Sue suddenly paused, and Han Hao's face became paler and paler, already understanding what Ju Sui meant.
Wen Yuan nodded and sighed: "This is what I'm worried about, so I'd better think of other ways."
Pei Yuanshao said: "My lord, we are just doing this right now. Why don't you let Xu He lead his troops south to get food? Anyway, the east and south are Yuan Shao's territory. Recruiting food from Yuan Shao's territory can relieve our pressure. Well," since Xu He came with more than 80,000 Yellow Turban soldiers, all the coordination and liaison with Qingzhou Yellow Turbans was handed over to Pei Yuanshao, which made Bald Pei very busy, and since he knew that Julu was short of food and grass , these more than 80,000 people are not good at fighting, but his appetite is not bad at all. He has lost a lot of weight in the past two months due to anxiety.
Wen Yuan didn't have such an idea, but 80,000 troops came all the way to join you. You can't just use lack of food as an excuse to send them away. Wouldn't that be a slap in the face? If this example is used, there will be more in the future. Who is willing to surrender to him?
Moreover, among the 80,000 troops, excluding some old and weak people who served as ambushes, there are still 40,000 to 50,000 strong and worthy of training. Since they came to Jizhou, they have eaten well and drank well, and they have been very enthusiastic about training. In just two months of training, they are already quite capable of an army. Look, releasing a group of strong thieves at this time is completely different from waiting to form an army in three to five months before going out to fight.
Moreover, although Jizhou is now in the hands of Yuan Shao, it has already been regarded as his forbidden favor by Wenyuan. To harm the local people in order to maintain the army is obviously against Wenyuan's principles.
Everyone was thinking hard, and Wen Yuan had no choice. If it didn't work out, and in order to prevent the coalition from collapsing, Wen Yuan could only raise food from the people of Julu.
Wen Yuan walked out of the tent gloomily. Unexpectedly, Zhen Yan was still outside the tent with him. Wen Yuan was stunned and said: "Why are you still here? Is there anything else?"
"Lord..." Zhen Yan looked a little weird and said hesitantly: "Uh...it's actually nothing, just some private matters."
"Let's talk as we go," Wen Yuan pointed ahead, raised his head and walked forward.
"Lord..." Zhen Yan followed Wen Yuan step by step and said hesitantly: "There is a sister in Yan's family. Your lord should know about it, right?"
Wen Yuan was still thinking about the military rations and didn't pay much attention. He just said yes.
"My sister-in-law has something that she entrusts to be handed over to the lord in person."
"Oh," Wen Yuan stopped and took a closer look at Zhen Yan.
Zhen Yan blushed and took out an old folding fan and said: "My sister-in-law is now over the age of hairpin, but she still refuses to get married. My late father once said that if my sister-in-law gets married, she must choose her own husband." The thoughts of my roommate, her whole heart..." Speaking of this, Zhen Yan really couldn't go on. Although he is the elder brother, he is still a middle-aged man in his thirties. How can he say this kind of thing? Where is the exit?
Wen Yuan took the old folding fan, and there were still two words written on it, Wen Yuan.
Little loli.
Just seeing this, Wen Yuan understood everything. His heartstrings seemed to be touched by someone. He has been busy with military affairs these years, and he even forgot about this little girl. Counting this year, Zhen Mi is already fifteen or sixteen years old. Come on, it's really fast.
At the age of fifteen or sixteen, this era has already reached the age of marriage. I have to say that I didn’t think so much at the beginning. I just thought that the little loli was pretty, so I gave her a random thing. How could I know that in ancient times? Giving things to a woman has the meaning of confirming your love.
Later, when he found out that it was Zhen Mi who was known as the goddess of Luoshui, Wen Yuan was really moved.
If Wen Yuan had no evil thoughts, then unless he was no longer a normal man, at this juncture...
Wen Yuan thought about it for a while, but in the end he still couldn't take off the burden on his shoulders. He handed the folding fan to Zhen Yan and said: "Brother Zhen, I need to trouble you to return this to your sister and tell him to wait for the war in Jizhou." Once it’s over, I will definitely come to visit you in person,”
Zhen Yan nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, yes... I will definitely bring your lord's words... to send you off to your lord."
Wen Yuan went back to the tent alone in a confused mood. Military matters and little Loli's affairs all flooded into Wen Yuan's mind. He walked back to the camp unknowingly, not even knowing who was standing at the door.
"Lord,"
"Uh," Wen Yuan raised his head and saw Wang Li standing outside the camp gate. Since Wang Li took charge of intelligence work, he seemed to have developed a habit in the past two years. He was hiding behind the scenes and became less and less visible. When he appeared in front of others, even the reporting work was waiting at Wen Yuan's residence.
"My lord seems to have something on his mind," Wang Lida said.
Wen Yuan cheered up, smiled and shrugged: "It's nothing, let's go in and talk about what news he brought." Every time Wang Li came to see Wen Yuan, he must have brought some important news, and Wen Yuan kept it in his heart. Putting his distracting thoughts aside for the time being, he walked into the tent with Wang Li on his shoulder.
"Let's talk," Wen Yuan motioned for Wang Li to sit down. Wang Li knelt down on the table respectfully, handed Wen Yuan a blood-stained letter and said: "Li Gu, the prefect of Zhao County, secretly exchanged letters with Yuan Shao. Our Someone intercepted the messenger sent by Li Gu to Yuan Ying on the road and found this letter."
Wen Yuan took out the letter cup, read it carefully, and laughed loudly: "Li Gu has a very vicious strategy. He knew that our army would be out of food within a month, but he still made an appointment to lure Yuan Jun to come and intercept the food. He secretly and Yuan Benchu is quite familiar with this." Although Wen Yuan laughed loudly, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and just hearing his voice made his whole body feel cold and pitiful.
"Should we send someone to arrest Li Gu now, behead him and hold him accountable," Wang Lida said.
Wen Yuan squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Decapitate and ask for guilt, no, no, no, that would be too advantageous for him. I will make him suffer, and if I keep his head now, it will be of greater use to us." ,"
"What my lord means is... to use the plan to your advantage," Wang Li said puzzledly.
"What happened to the intercepted courier,"
"The messenger was very tough. He committed suicide after being caught,"
Wen Yuan pondered for a while, then his eyes suddenly lit up and he said: "I have an idea... It's just that this matter is important, so I ordered people to go and ask Jushou quickly. Guo Jia came here to discuss it. If the plan is good, it will not only depress the enemy's morale, but also maybe the supply of food." Things have settled down,"
After a while, Ju Shou and Guo Jia arrived hand in hand. The four of them discussed in Wenyuan's tent for a long time. Late at night, a horseman rushed out of the military camp and headed straight to the south.