After the special envoy Zhang Hun and his party were settled properly, Ge Shuhan went straight back to the inner hall of the mansion. The big horse with the golden sword was sitting on the bed.
Deep black lines.
"How can this not make sense? How can it not make sense!"
Ge Shuhan threw a jade cup angrily, and with a crisp sound, the exquisite object instantly turned into a handful of fragments.
His brother Shu Han was not an unreasonable person, but the imperial court insisted on forcing him to fight decisively without taking the possible consequences into consideration. When marching and fighting, one should pay attention to step by step, and the most taboo is to be greedy for merit and rush into progress. The Battle of Hehuang is a battle related to the national destiny of the two countries.
The battle for every pass is related to the victory or defeat of the war. How can we not be a hundred times more careful? In the vast Chiling Mountains, only by capturing the Shibao City can we cross the Chiling Mountains and then seize Dafeichuan and Jiuqu. But this Stone Castle
The city is built on a steep cliff, towering into the clouds. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. How can it be easily captured?
Without adequate reserves of food and grass, reasonable troop deployment, even if 150,000 troops surrounded the stone castle, they would only be able to stare blankly!
"Commander, can you please listen to someone Gao?"
Gao Shi thought for a moment and said in a deep voice.
"Dafu, tell me!" Ge Shuhan was depressed, and even his tone was a bit gunpowder.
Gao Shi smiled and said: "Actually, it might be a good thing to attack Shibao City quickly."
"Oh?" Ge Shuhan suddenly became more energetic, waved his hand and said, "What's Dafu's advice?"
Gao Shi gently stroked his beard and said: "As soon as Shibao City is in the hands of the Tubo people, the grain and grass from Fuqi City can be continuously transported to Chiling. Even if we hoard rations for three months, how can we outlast the Tibetans?"
Besides, the climate in Chiling is high and cold, and winter comes early. If it really drags on until September, it will probably snow in October."
Ge Shuhan nodded and said: "You are right, this is also what I am worried about. So I advanced the battle plan to April just to avoid the cannibalistic winter in Chiling."
"So, it is the best policy for us to attack Shibao City quickly. The longer we delay, the more we will suffer. Besides, didn't the commander-in-chief also build a Shenwei City on the northeastern coast of Qinghai?"
A glimmer of light flashed in Ge Shuhan's eyes, and he praised: "Dafu is really my Xun Wenruo and Zhang Zifang. One man is better than thousands of troops!"
Just as he was sighing, a soldier walked into the inner hall and reported: "Report to the commander, Lieutenant Li is back!"
"Please come quickly!" Ge Shuhan secretly thought in his heart. Whether he can stab the Tibetan people in the back will depend on what he does.
After a while, Li Kuo was led by his own soldiers into the inner hall of Jiedu Mansion.
The young man took a few steps forward, knelt down on one knee and said, "The last general, Li Kuo, meets Marshal Ge Shu!"
Ge Shuhan greeted him with a smile, helped Li Kuo up and said, "Thank you for your hard work, General Li. Why don't you come to the banquet I prepared tonight, and it will be considered as a blessing for you!"
Li Kuo nodded and said, "Thank you, Marshal, for your kindness."
Ge Shuhan was very satisfied. Although this young man was a bit young, his behavior was logical and very useful. If he was carefully cultivated, he would become a great person in the future.
"I wonder what useful information Captain Li can get by leading the scout battalion to cross the Chiling Mountains and sneak into the hinterland of Tibet this time?"
Ge Shuhan cleared his throat and finally took the initiative to speak.
"The general is going to the west bank of Qinghai this time to bring good news to the commander!" The young man changed the subject and smiled: "Most of the food and grass used by the Tubo garrison in Chiling was transported from Fuqi City.
, after analyzing the terrain, the general used a trick to attack Fuqi City, and burned down all the five hundred thousand stones of grain stored in the city!"
Ge Shuhan's body trembled and he said urgently: "What, you burned all the food in Fuqi City?"
"Exactly!"
Ge Shuhan was overjoyed, clapped his thigh and said, "God is really helping me. I was worried that the Tubo people would take advantage of the food and grass and drag them to the end. Now Lieutenant Li solved the problem for me. If all the men of the Tang Dynasty
Like Captain Li, Jiuqu, the recovery of Dafeichuan is just around the corner!"
Li Kuo's cheeks turned red with embarrassment, he clasped his fists and said, "The commander-in-chief is so complimentary."
Brother Shuhan waved his hand and said: "My brother Shuhan is a straightforward person and hates playing word games. Every merit must be rewarded, and every fault must be punished. This is the military rule followed by the Tang Dynasty. So be it, your contribution is yours."
I’ll write it down for you, and after the Battle of Hehuang is over, I’ll personally submit a petition for you to take credit!”
The gloom of the past few days was gone, and Ge Shuhan was overjoyed.
"Qilang, you have really made a great contribution this time! The commander-in-chief treats you as his own child and cultivates you!" Gao Shiqing stroked his beard and praised. At first, he just thought that Li Kuo was steady and prudent and a good general; now look at it
Come on, this guy is quite smart and can evaluate the situation from the overall strategic perspective, which is really rare.
"Uncle Gao, if you say that again, Kuo'er will be really embarrassed." Li Kuo was still a young man at heart. He was so praised that he was so excited that he quickly shook his head to wake himself up.
"With Gaofu in literature and Li Qilang in military power, my brother Shu Han will definitely eliminate the centuries-old troubles for the Tang Dynasty!" Brother Shu Han clenched his fist and hit the table hard, saying every word.
...
In an alley of Xuanjia Street, there were more than a dozen men wearing black cloaks walking through them, with a dazzling white color dancing among them. They bumped left and right, but never stopped at all. They were kicked over.
The vendor at the pastry stall cursed a few times in a low voice and found it boring. He picked up the cut cake that had fallen to the ground, wiped it clean and started yelling again.
"We sell cut cakes, crispy cut cakes!"
This building is located on the back side of the noisy and lively Guiren Street, and is quite quiet. Except for a few stores with tea flags and wine flags, there are almost no pedestrians.
This group of people stopped in front of a teahouse called "Keranju". The leader, a man in black clothes, strode forward and chatted with the waiter. After a while, he nodded and greeted the man in white clothes beside him.
A young man entered the store.
The group of people sat down at a round table by the window. The middle-aged man nodded to the guard in black. The guard in black stood up with understanding and shouted to the waiter:
"Go and ask Mr. Gao to come over quickly and talk!"
The little Erlian claimed that he was, and quickly ran to the second floor.
After about a while of drinking tea, a young man in a dark red pleated robe walked down the stairs. He was about thirty years old, with fair skin and a tight, beardless face. He greeted the man in white with a smile.
Come.
"Song Gong is here, why don't you tell me? Gao came to pay his respects just now. It's disrespectful. It's disrespectful."
The black-shirted guard sneered softly and said, "I didn't expect that the dignified guerrilla general Gao Xiuyan, the nephew of the Anxi Governor, would be afraid? I also said that you don't even take the saints seriously."
Gao Xiuyan had an unhappy expression on his face. Judging from his appearance, this person was at most a junior officer at the rank of captain, yet he dared to speak to him like this. If it weren't for the sake of his master Song Hun, he would have immediately ordered his soldiers to be abolished.
Got him!
"You haven't invited General Gao to sit down, why are you standing there?" Song Hun stared at Gao Xiuyan with a smile and said calmly.
"Hmph!" The man in black shirt waved his sleeves and shouted angrily.
Gao Xiuyan was slapped hard, and her face was covered with black lines.
Reluctantly sitting down at the table, he took the initiative to seek reconciliation and said: "It's not that Gao wanted to neglect Duke Song. It's just that Duke Song is a special envoy. With the emperor's favor, he should go to the Jiedu Envoy's Mansion first to announce the decree. If I had gone there rashly at that time, I'm afraid...
It is not a good deed for myself or the Duke of Song Dynasty."
Song Hun clicked his fingers and said: "General Gao did the right thing. Song has no intention of blaming the general. We all work for Li Xiangguo, so we need to work together." He deliberately emphasized the word "Li Xiangguo" as a reminder.
Everything Gao Xiuyan gained came from Li Linfu's promotion and appreciation.
Gao Xiuyan smiled a little narrowly: "What did Song Gong say? How could Gao forget Xiang Li's kindness in nurturing him? It's just that the border wars are tight these days and I don't have time to visit him."
Song Hun took out a piece of letter paper from his robe sleeve and placed it on the desk.
"Li Xiang asked me to give you this letter, and I hope you won't disappoint him."
Gao Xiuyan frowned. The letter was sealed with fire clay, so no one knew its content. What puzzled him was what would Li Linfu, an old fox, ask him to do when the war in Longyou was about to begin.
?The more he thought about it, the more curious he became, as if there was a claw in his heart that couldn't stop scratching, and it made him crazy. However, due to etiquette, he couldn't open it on the spot.
Slowly picking up the letter and placing it carefully in the sleeves of his robe, Gao Xiuyan poured a glass of wine for Song Hun and said: "I am the disciple brought out by Prime Minister Li. No matter how prosperous the disciple is, can he still forget his master? Is it okay for Song Gong?
Don’t worry, even if Li Xiang asks me to kill my own mother, I, Gao, will not say no!"
Song Hun frowned. This Gao Xiuyan looked like a soldier and ruffian. How could he have the temperament of a rich and famous family? Li Xiangguo entrusted the task to him. He was afraid that he had misjudged the person.
"You might as well stay longer on this trip, Duke Song. Maybe you can kill a few barbarians and earn some military merit!"
Gao Xiuyan raised his glass and drank it in one gulp, smiling heartily.
"I'd better not join in the fun, and Song will just use his writing skills. If he really wants to protect his country, he must rely on the backbone of the country like General Gao."
Song Hun waved his hand and politely declined Gao Xiuyan's kindness.
"Don't say that a young man's coat has no strong integrity. In ancient times, all scholars have achieved success."
He, Song Hun, was not a reckless man who relied on cuts to survive, nor did he bother to engage in the bloody business of exchanging heads for fame.
Throughout history, since the pre-Qin and Han Dynasties, if we really want to help the world, we must rely on Gongqing Huanghuang! (Note 1)
Note 1: This is Song Hun’s point of view, and it is also the point of view of most literati, but it is not my point of view. I have always believed that the prosperity of a country must be supported by strong military power. Without a strong national defense, how can there be stable development?
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ps: Cutting the cake is too powerful, so I let it show its face and spread the soy sauce... Isn't it quite funny?
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