Author: My spear is still here

Chapter 57 Zhongshan People

The fog in the early morning has not completely dissipated. The vision of the red mountains in the distance has gradually dissipated, and there is still some light red mist filling the mountains.

Nearby, the fields near the river at the foot of the mountain were withered and yellow, and many birds were rising and falling. Curious children were picking up wheat ears in the fields with baskets on their backs, and curiously looked over here.

Across a knee-deep stream is the main road outside the inn. The main road to the east is very wide, leading to Maling City, and to the south is a small road that winds along the southern hillside.

The soldiers lined up neatly along the avenue outside the inn. The sound of the scraping of armor combined with the sound of footsteps sounded like a rhythmic beating, and the sound of rustling was endless.

The flags of the forward troops on the mountainside in the distance were swaying in the wind. From time to time, someone shouted loudly into the river valley, which caused a burst of laughter. Some people thought that they were not going to fight but to go sightseeing.

The long procession did not advance along the main road, but went south along the winding mountain road.

Not only the common people, but also the soldiers were surprised by this march route, because initially the Marquis sent troops to attack the border post of Maling, and I heard that many Maling people were killed. Many people were a little panicked. At the same time, he also felt that the Marquis might continue

Attack Maling.

Unexpectedly, most people today are heading towards the Heyin realm.

Wang Jian rode a tall horse and stood at the fork to the east of the inn, watching the soldiers go away.

The news was complete and Duke Wu An had sent troops to the north to assist him.

Wang Jian was determined to send troops. If you look at human history, you will find a very naked problem, that is, if you cannot win militarily, any intrigues and intrigues are just castles in the air. Strategies and calculations are just the icing on the cake of military strength, so winning is the priority.

Purpose, whether Marquis Wu An really sends troops is of great significance to him.

Even if he does not launch an attack, he will tie up a large number of Malingcheng's manpower and war resources to make his attack in Heyin go more smoothly.

Wang Jian spent a day yesterday talking with Shi Zuoqiu Fufeng, the highest-ranking prisoner-of-war commander in Maling. He is fully responsible for the logistics of the army, including the transportation of grain and grass and the setting up of camps. When he saw those in the Taogu Camp of the Maling Army,

After the orderly layout and very professional construction of the granary, Wang Jian became very interested in him.

Knowing these facts is not easy at all.

Later, he heard from his marching commander Shi Sun Difang that Zuoqiu Fufeng was also a student of Jixia Academy. From then on, he was very curious and always wanted to meet him. At the same time, he also wanted to recruit him to his side.

Nowadays, there are not many people who are knowledgeable and can write well.

At first, he wanted to talk about common things, to make the other person relax first, and then gradually made the request, adding one or two important words among the ten idle words. At the same time, he also arranged to meet after the person had eaten.

Blood and oxygen are distributed to the digestive system, resulting in brain ischemia and hypoxia, causing drowsiness and lack of concentration. This makes it easier for him to gain the upper hand in a tense game.

In the end, none of these methods were used, because this man was actually a descendant of Xunzi, a sage of the Spring and Autumn Period, and a master he respected and recognized most. Wang Jian also knew for the first time that Xunzi was actually a sage master of Jixia Academy, and

Xunzi's teachings in this world are the same as those in later generations. The two of them had a great time chatting, and they had many similar views. They talked for a whole day, ranging from Xunzi's teachings to all over the world.

In the end, Wang Jian just gave him a step up, and everything fell into place. Zuoqiu Fufeng agreed to stay and help him.

In addition, during the conversation with Zuoqiu Fufeng, Wang Jian also got some other information. Regarding the commonplace issue, Zuoqiu Fufeng had different opinions on the tragic war between Zhao State and Zhongshan State seven years ago.

At that time, he served as the marching commander of the Maling Army, responsible for coordinating logistics and army camp deployment.

According to him, the Zhao army was overwhelming at first. The Ma Ling Army used small warships to carry Tiger Guards across the river at night on the defense line it was responsible for to plunder the beach. Then he personally led people to build pontoon bridges and built two pontoon bridges before dawn to move the army.

As they continued to cross Linshui, the Zhongshan people gradually retreated. They had advanced more than thirty miles to the east coast and burned many enemy outposts and two large camps.

But the Ma Ling army did not attack fiercely after that, because Ma Linggong did not want to pay too many casualties to weaken his own strength, which would threaten him from other ministers and princes; and Zhongshan Kingdom was too far away from Maling, even if he defeated it, he would not be able to survive.

The most beneficial ones are the princes of Zhao state in the north and west of the river, so there is no need to fight for their interests.

So in the next time, the Ma Ling Army built a camp and stood firm.

The Zhongshan people were short in stature, had slender arms, and were good at climbing and archery. However, they were helpless against the high wall outside their camp and the terrifying dragon crossbow controlled by a warlock. They launched many counterattacks in succession over a hundred days, leaving behind

More than a hundred corpses but to no avail.

But what happened after that became elusive, and even Zuoqiu Fufeng frowned when he talked about it.

He wondered whether the Zhongshan people were offering sacrifices to some evil spirit, or summoning gods to descend upon them.

In short, in the last thirty days of the war, news of successive defeats on the fronts that other ministers were responsible for first came. Then Zuoqiu Fufeng dictated that he actually saw the eldest son of the Zhongshan people with wings like a mountain eagle and a hideous and terrifying appearance.

The clouds hovering high above their camp and on the mountain peaks looked down on them.

He suspected that he was dazzled, and that the terrifying bird was too high and was often obscured by the mountains. He also suspected that he had seen it wrong.

But what happened next was real. On a dark moonlit night, it was raining coldly, the roads were muddy, and there were few torches in the camp. The soldiers took an early rest, but those Zhongshan people came in. After the sentry issued a panic warning,

Everyone was instantly stunned. The walls outside their camp had been built for more than a hundred days, and the shortest part was more than two feet. It was raining outside and the walls were slippery. How did they get in!

In a panic, Zuoqiu Fufeng described the most horrifying scene in his life by the light of the fire. Those Zhongshan people had hollow faces, climbing walls and sentry towers as nimbly as apes. Their strange postures could hardly be called human beings.

They climbed over the sentry tower and the outer wooden wall in large numbers, tightening their necks like wild beasts and apes, pressing their limbs against the wall or hanging on the wood, and quickly climbed over the several-foot-high wall, entering the killing camp in waves.

He also saw soldiers from the Zhongshan Kingdom biting their people like wild beasts. There was a panic in the camp, and then they fled all night in the panic. Behind them were the Zhongshan people's inhuman howlings mixed with human screams.

They were driven out of the camp by the terrifying Zhongshan people at night. It was not until early the next morning that they crossed the pontoon bridge and looked back to see thick smoke billowing and fire shooting into the sky on the other side. They knew that the Zhongshan people had burned down their camp. One night, they died.

There are more than 100 people and nearly 200 people are missing.

Then Malinggong immediately ordered the burning of the pontoon bridge to block the Zhongshan people. Until the end of the war, he did not provoke the Zhongshan troops on the other side who no longer knew whether they were human beings, because Malinggong did not have much determination to fight in the first place.

After listening to Zuoqiu Fufeng's statement, Wang Jian fell into deep thought. This was already an unknown version of the description he had heard from others. The war seven years ago seemed to have become more confusing. In any case, he

He has determined that there are things in this world that he seems familiar with, but it also seems to be full of secrets.
Chapter completed!