Fang Zheng was standing up. After hearing Fatty's words, he paused and squinted his eyes in deep thought. Seeing him like this, Fatty knew he was thinking about something and didn't bother him.
After a moment, Fang Zheng suddenly said: "You just said that the two hundred thousand Turkic army came out in full force? And the Turkic Khan or something personally led the army?"
The fat man said: "The name of the Turkic Khan is Guduulu. There are not many Turkic people, but the men in each tribe are good at riding and shooting. This time, Guduulu led an army of 200,000 to invade our border. He is probably going to kill them."
All the old people in each tribe have been taken out..."
"In other words, it means that there are basically no mature men in their hometown now?"
The fat man nodded and said: "Yes, even if there are not many, there will be no more than 20,000 people left behind."
Fang Zheng pondered for a moment and said, "Then who is in charge of their old home now?"
The fat man said: "According to convention, when a Turkic Khan goes on an expedition, the Khan's younger brother Mochu should be in charge on the grassland now. According to the spies of our Ministry of War, Mochu also has a lot of influence on the grassland, and he seems to be in conflict with the Khan.
There are a lot of disagreements between Lu and Lu - what on earth do you want to say?"
Fang Zheng touched his chin and said with a sly smile: "That's right, disagreement is inevitable. My brother is a Khan, above ten thousand people, with unlimited glory. Do you think his younger brother is willing to do so? Especially since his younger brother still has a lot of money in his hands.
A big force always has some ideas? Also, the brother who is the Khan is not afraid of his younger brother at all? Hehe..."
The fat man curled his lips and said, "What thoughts can you have? My father made my eldest brother the prince, and I have never had any thoughts."
Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "You are you, and Turks are Turks. You have been with me for a long time, and you will always be influenced by my noble personality. The Turks are different. They have not been educated and do not know
Etiquette and integrity, advocating the winner is king. If the elder brother can be a khan, why can't the younger brother? What's more, this younger brother is now above ten thousand people and under one person, holding great power in his hands. From a political point of view,
This younger brother now has only one enemy, and that is the Khan who is weighing on him, his brother. Once his brother is defeated, he will be the biggest king on the grassland, the beauties of various tribes, the captured slaves, and the strong men.
The fat cattle and sheep will all belong to him from now on. There will no longer be a situation where his brother chooses first, and then he chooses the rest before it is his turn. Now his brother is leading the army, and it is you instead.
Will you take this risk and take a gamble?"
The fat man swallowed his saliva, looked around carefully, and then said with a dry smile: "Brother Fang, you are simply a disaster. It makes me even...well, ahem, what do you mean by saying so much?"
Fang Zheng said with a bad smile: "I helped your father with the idea of withdrawing the army, but you kid actually called me a disaster and let the dog eat your conscience?"
The fat man was overjoyed when he heard this and said, "You have an idea? Say it quickly!"
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and thought of an idea. Whether this idea was feasible or not, he didn't know. After all, he was just a commoner, and military affairs were not something that a young boy like him could take for granted. The civil and military officials in the court were helpless.
Why does he, a young dandy, have such ability?
But having a way is better than having no way at all. You can't just sit at home and wait for death.
Fang Zheng hesitated for a moment and said: "Fat man, I don't know whether this method will work or not. To be honest, I am a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. If the matter is not urgent and I am worried about my parents being killed by the war, I would not dare to
It's arrogant to talk about this important military matter. Now that everyone has nothing to do, I will give you a way. Whether it works or not is up to you. I am only responsible for giving advice. If this method fails, don't blame me in the future.
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The fat man nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, no problem. I don't blame you at all. Just tell me."
Fang Zheng coughed and said: "My method requires a two-pronged approach, one of which is indispensable. First of all, it requires some experts who can speak Turkic dialect to sneak into the Turkic army while others are not paying attention. Think about it, there are 200,000 of them.
Surely they don’t all know each other? Then they asked the spies to spread rumors in their army, saying that Khan’s younger brother... uh, what’s his name? Oh, yes, Mo Chu, just say Mo Chu while Khan is on the expedition.
On this occasion, he intended to seize the throne of Khan and establish himself as Khan, and Mochu also took the old and weak women and children of various tribes as hostages. If the 200,000 troops who are out on the expedition continue to worship that bone or something, oh, Gudulu will be the Khan.
If so, Mo Chuo will kill the old, weak, women and children left on the grassland. In this case, do you think the 200,000-strong Turkic army will be demoralized? Those old, weak, women and children are their parents, wives and children, and even their families
With all of them being held hostage, how can an army of 200,000 still be in the mood to fight?"
"Secondly, send a brave general, preferably one who can speak some Turkic dialect, to lead 20,000 elite soldiers and horses. Remember, they must be elite. They will put on the clothes of Turkic herdsmen and hold the scimitars commonly used by herdsmen. They will enter from Shaanxi
When they saw the Turkic tribes in the grassland, they killed them and deliberately left a few alive. The leading general used Turkic dialect to deliberately let the wind out, saying that he was taking over the grassland on the orders of Mochu Khan. Those survivors would definitely interpret this.
Spread the word. Then our 20,000 soldiers and horses will fight until they reach the vicinity of the Turkic Royal Court, and then turn back immediately. Don't conflict with the remaining army. We will go straight west out of the grassland, escape into the desert, and return to Dahua via the Silk Road. Give it to him
There is no evidence to prove this, and this is a scapegoat. If you sip it silently, you will be able to bear it firmly."
"If Gu Duolu was half-believed in the rumors and sent spies back to inquire about the news, and heard that there were indeed Turks behind to kill their families, who else could have given this order besides Mo Chu? Even if the military camp did not mutiny, the two hundred thousand troops would still be there.
We will never continue to attack south. It is more important to go back and protect your family. If Gu Duolu finds that his position is not guaranteed, he will definitely order the withdrawal of troops and return to the grassland to clean up the civil strife."
"The two brothers Gu Duulu and Mochu are probably not very fuel-efficient. They must have accumulated a lot of grudges on weekdays. The reason why Gu Duulu has not dealt with Mochu for so many years must be because Mochu also has people in the grassland.
With a large amount of power, Gu Duolu will definitely take action against Mo Chui when he withdraws his troops. No matter how Mo Chui defends him, it will be useless. It has nothing to do with whether he was wronged or not. After this happened, no one wants to keep him alive.
The hidden danger is behind us. What if there is a fire in the backyard again during the next expedition? And Mo Chui will never be willing to admit guilt. Both sides have their own forces. Such a conflict... Hehe, after three or five years, the grassland
If you don’t want peace, how can you still invade the borders of our country?"
The fat man half-closed his eyes and carefully tasted Fang Zheng's words. The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. He couldn't help but slap his thigh hard and said excitedly: "Wonderful! How did you grow such a head? Such a wonderful way.
Reminds you."
Then the fat man wondered: "Even if the Turkic Khan withdraws his troops and returns to the grassland, how can Mo Chuo fight with his brother? The two hundred thousand troops are in the hands of the Turkic Khan."
Fang Zheng glanced at the fat man with disdain, "Stupid! The Turks are divided into tribes. They graze their cattle in peacetime and gather together during war. Among the 200,000 troops, at least half must belong to the Mochu tribe? They slaughter the old, weak, women and children.
As long as the matter is explained clearly to them, this small group of people can win it over, and then we, the Chinese Dynasty, will watch them dog eating dog, hehe."
The fat man half-closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then nodded affirmatively: "Yes, wonderful, wonderful. Haha, what a divorce plan! Brother Fang, you are really damaging, simply too bad! You
Wait, I will go into the palace and present this strategy to my father."
"Hmph, if I weren't afraid that my family's property would be affected, I wouldn't be too lazy to help you find a solution."
As he spoke, the fat man stood up and shouted outside: "Here comes, prepare the carriage quickly, I want to enter the palace, hurry up!"
The little yellow man in dark red clothes outside the door responded respectfully and stepped back to give orders.
Fang Zheng took a sip of tea and frowned: "Fat man, these are just my personal thoughts. Whether it can be used or not is none of my business. Even if this plan is sold, Dahua cannot sit back and relax and must dispatch capable generals quickly.
The right way is to strengthen our troops and defend our borders. This plan is only a temporary solution. To cure the root cause, we have to start from ourselves."
"Of course, our Dahua army is in a state of decay and should be rectified long ago. My father also means the same. If this plan succeeds, Brother Fang, you will be our number one hero in Dahua. By then, you will have high-ranking officials and generous salaries at your fingertips.
There’s no need to spend time taking exams for those unreliable candidates.”
Fang Zheng waved his hand and said: "You don't have to be a high-ranking official. Fatty, you know that money and beautiful women are the easiest to impress me. I only need these two things."
"..."
"By the way, I forgot to ask you, how did you redeem Miss Yanran? Didn't Mother Wang firmly disagree last time?"
When the fat man heard this, he smiled lewdly and said, "Brother Fang, what do you think? Yanran is pretty good. I know you are good at this, so I'm just following your fancy."
Then he sneered and said: "That old madam is ignorant. This time I feel sorry for her to death. Once Miss Yanran leaves, no one will go to spend money on her broken boat, haha."
"Oh? What should I say?"
"After we got off the boat that day, I sent someone to inquire about it. Hum, no wonder the madam had a tough attitude. It turned out that the boat was backed by someone. You wouldn't have thought that the person behind the boat was beaten to death. He was actually my royal brother, the current crown prince.
In recent years, my eldest brother has spent a lot of money, so he has purchased a lot of properties, and that painting boat happens to be one of his properties."
"Then if you redeem Yanran, wouldn't you have offended the prince?"
"If you don't trust someone, you will be offended. Anyway, my eldest brother hasn't been very close to me since we were young."
Fatty's political quality is very immature.
"How much money did it cost?"
"It didn't cost much. I bought ten courtesans with excellent sex and art from another brothel and exchanged them for one girl, Yanran."
"It's a big deal. In terms of quantity, your eldest brother has made a profit. It seems that you are not suitable for business."
"Brother Fang, you are enjoying great fortune now. Do you know how sad the talented and wealthy people in Jinling City are now? You have to be careful in the future."
"Ah?" Fang Zheng was shocked. After Yanran was redeemed, he didn't care about the reactions of other people in Jinling City. "What do you mean?"
"Hehe," the fat man said with a wicked smile: "Yanran's redemption caused a huge uproar in Jinling City. The talented and wealthy people who admired the girl Yanran were so angry that they beat their chests and grabbed the land with their heads. Some wealthy people even offered a price of ten thousand taels of silver.
Destroy the guy who redeemed Yanran's life..."
"That guy...couldn't he be referring to...me?"
The fat man nodded with a smile: "It's your Excellency, so you have to be careful, haha."
Why does this kid laugh so hard that he deserves a beating?
At this time, Xiao Huangmen came over to report that the carriage was ready. The fat man said goodbye to Fang Zheng and hurried to the palace.
I found that once a chapter is dull, there are very few recommendations and collections. Could it be that I am not suitable for writing dull plots? But I can't help it. I can only write these two chapters like this. In the bleak autumn wind and the heavy atmosphere of murderous sky, the protagonist is not alone.
Be careful to step on a piece of dog poop... I'm afraid this way of writing is not so appropriate?