Chapter 410 3 people

Chapter 410 Three people
When we walked onto Zhamadi, it was pitch black everywhere.

Wang Zhang found a stone step to sit down, drew out his sword and began to wipe it carefully.

Perhaps sensing the murderous aura, the insects closed their mouths and stopped chirping.

The river flows quietly, occasionally lapping at the bank, but then quickly retreats.

The leaves fall suddenly, as if they can't wait to welcome the cold autumn.

"Clang!" The knife was thrown at Shi Le's feet.

"What does the commander-in-chief intend to do?" Shi Le asked softly.

Wang Zhang looked forward.

On the surface of the river, boats are dotted and moving back and forth continuously.

In the majestic river, the voices of the people are bustling, the cheers reach the sky, and the atmosphere is warm.

On three small islands not far from each other, a large number of torches and braziers were lit. From a distance, the noise was no less than that during the day.

On the largest island, the dark city walls stood tall, brightly lit, and reflected in the river, actually showing a bit of glorious momentum.

"Take your people and set off. Take this knife with you. Anyone who disobeys my orders along the way can be killed first and reported to me later." Wang Zhang said.

Shi Le picked up his sword and said nothing, just staring blankly at the Yellow River that was like a natural moat.

A trace of worry appeared between his brows, perhaps he was worried about something, but then he became determined, as if he had figured something out.

Some things have to be done, even if they are difficult or hopeless.

Shi Le turned and left.

A moment later, several camp gates opened and a group of knights rode away.

Then came the second team, the third team...

When the sound of horse hooves had almost disappeared, Wang Zhang gently picked up a dead branch and played with it.

Zhao Gu stood in the darkness and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Majesty has returned to the capital from Yewang." Wang Zhang's voice soon floated into his ears: "Before leaving, I was quite worried about the situation. Doesn't General Anbei want to achieve extraordinary achievements and impress your majesty?"

Zhao Gu hesitated for a moment and said, "Defending the north bank will be a great achievement."

There was another long silence.

"Then guard it well." Wang Zhang broke the dead branch in his hand and said, "You killed Pei Dun and forcibly married his daughter. Do you know the consequences?"

"Nature knows."

"Since you know, I won't say much." Wang Zhang said, "Your Majesty is disappointed that we are unable to drive out the Jin army on the river bank. If you can't even defend the north bank, I don't know how to plead for you. If you fall into Shao Xun's hands, you will definitely not have a good end. That's all I have to say, remember."

"I will keep the governor's words in mind." Zhao Gu said with a pale face.

"Don't be afraid. Everyone will die one day." Wang Zhang grinned and said, "If the enemy army attacks, just fight them. If the leader dies, the leader will take over. If the leader dies, the commander will take over. If the commander dies, you take over. If you die, I will take over. It's that simple, right?"

"Yes." Zhao Gu replied with difficulty.

"Don't be lucky." Wang Zhang said, "Shao Xun is the military commander of the Yanzhou government. He is fully supported by the Donghai Concubine Pei and holds great power. He will not let you go."

After saying that, Wang Zhang stood up.

He took one last look at the bustling Kawa Nagisa.

The people of Jin were very determined, and they built the floating bridge and the city very quickly.

From afar, it seems that the city on the sandbar in the middle of the river will be completely completed this month, and the floating bridge connecting the river bank and the ferry on the south bank is close to completion.

After these two places are repaired, the next step is to build a floating bridge to the north bank.

Compared with the South Bank, Hezhu is closer to the North Bank!

Wang Zhang seemed to have smelled a strong smell of blood.

******
Amidst the groans that filled the camp, there was a faint sound of fighting.

Xun Song walked slowly.

Someone was crying quietly in a corner of the camp. When she saw him, she stopped crying immediately as if her neck was strangled.

The men on his left and right stepped forward and looked at him with questioning eyes: Do you want to execute this man who is disrupting the morale of the army?
Xun Song waved his hands, and his men retreated reluctantly.

He just couldn't bear to do that.

This was the camp of the Right Guard, which originally had more than 10,000 men. After more than two months of siege, they had lost three to four thousand men.

If there are a lot of casualties, military discipline will be difficult to control and military morale will be difficult to stabilize.

What's more, when the Right Guard General Li Yun was gathering the defeated soldiers who attacked the city, he was attacked by Wang Mi's cavalry and returned wounded. Now the entire Right Guard is a little loose.

After patrolling one camp, Xun Song went to another camp.

Before entering the camp, I heard a melodious and sad flute sound.

The voice was like weeping and complaining, which made those who heard it sad and shed tears. Xun Song stood and listened for a while, feeling deeply moved.

At this moment, he no longer had any desire for fame, wealth or status in his heart. He only felt sad about the passing of life and was weak in the desire to go home and lick his wounds.

Perhaps, reading under a green lamp is his ideal life.

This war had bored him to death, especially at this moment.

The people around him came forward again, wanting to say something but stopping themselves.

There shall be no sad or sarcastic sounds in the army, and anyone violating the order will be executed.

Playing this song will shake the morale of the army, so why not kill them?

Xun Song glanced at the camp, which was still the Right Guard. If he remembered correctly, this camp originally had 3,000 Right Guard soldiers and more than 6,000 refugee recruits.

He shook his head, sighed, and looked towards Xin'an City in the distance.

This city was built on the mountain and was not very strong. It was stationed with more than 10,000 soldiers.

In order to boost morale, the bandit general Wang Mi personally entered the city and commanded the battle. The effect was very obvious. Relying on the strong city, as long as they kept their footing, it would be really difficult to capture the city in one fell swoop with the more than 20,000 imperial guards from Luoyang and 30,000 refugees.

After two months of fighting, the defenders became more and more confident, while the morale of the royal army became lower and lower.

Xun Song didn't know what to do.

He felt that he had lost his composure, and perhaps attacking Xin'an was a mistake in the first place.

Recalling the emperor's anxious attitude when he was questioned in the Taiji Hall, Xun Song sighed secretly.

In fact, the emperor could not be blamed, because many court officials also wanted to remove Xin'an, otherwise they always felt that there was a great threat on the flank.

The expedition to Xin'an was not the emperor's fault alone.

It can only be said that given the current situation, the possibility of taking this step was too great, and at the critical moment, the emperor could not withstand the pressure and issued this order, leading to this situation.

The evening breeze suddenly blew, bringing with it a strong smell of blood and corpses.

The fighting was fierce, and there was no time to deal with many corpses. Recently, there had been several autumn rains, and the corpses had been soaked in water and were rotting. The stench was so bad that it could be smelled for ten miles, which made Xun Song, who always loved cleanliness, quite uncomfortable.

He didn't want to look at it any longer, so he covered his nose with his sleeve and returned to the central military camp.

After bathing and fumigating himself, he planned to have a conversation with the two new wizards.

When the previous emperor was in power, there were already 180 Buddhist temples in the country. In recent years, as the wars have become more and more intense and the people have become increasingly impoverished, the number of Buddhist temples has increased, and there is a trend of further prosperity. The number has exceeded 200 and is approaching 300.

Xun Song's staff suggested that they invite two magicians to the army to pray for the souls of the dead and appease the soldiers. Although this move was opposed by many generals, he still decided to give it a try.

At this moment, the gate of Xin'an city opened in the night, and more than a thousand soldiers quietly left the city under the cover of darkness, like demons emerging from the ground, and rushed towards the Jin army camp.

******
A cold autumn rain.

In the Zhaoyang Palace, Emperor Sima Chi paced back and forth like a restless wild beast.

His eyes were bloodshot and there was even a blister at the corner of his mouth. He looked haggard and worried.

The prefect of Anding Jia Pi, the prefect of Fufeng Liang Zong, the prefect of Xinping Zhu Hui, the prefect of Fengyi Suo Chen, the protector of Anyi Qu Yun, the governor of Yongzhou Qu Te and others each led an army to recapture Chang'an. This news made the whole court very excited.

When Sima Chi first heard it, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep.

Think about it, Liangzhou has the loyal minister Zhang Gui, Qinzhou has the successor king of Nanyang Sima Bao, Chang'an has been recovered, and the situation in Guanxi has greatly improved. Isn't this a sign of revival?

General Liang Fen, the general of the Wei army, was in charge of military affairs in the north of the Mian River. He first suppressed Wang Ru's rebellion and is now stationed in Xiangyang, conquering Du Tao. The rebels will be wiped out soon. Isn't this a sign of revival?

The only thing that made him unhappy was the Xiongnu army pressing down on Hanoi and Hongnong.

These two places are too close to Luoyang, like two nooses around the necks of all the civil and military officials in the court, making it hard to breathe, so they must be broken.

The Battle of Xin'an has been going on until today, with heavy casualties but little results.

Xun Song kept reporting how many bandits were killed or wounded today, and how many bandits would be captured or beheaded tomorrow. At first he was very excited, but in the end, he could only feel more and more uncontrollable anger.

He believed that Wang Mi had suffered heavy casualties, but the problem was that the imperial guards had suffered even more casualties, and had not yet been able to capture Xin'an. What was the point? In the end, wasn't it just a waste of food and money, but nothing was gained?
He couldn't accept this fact.

The situation in the three cities of Heyang also made him very unhappy.

Shao Xun kept asking for money, food, equipment and even craftsmen, and he gave them to him with a pinch of his nose. As a result, the three cities are still two cities, and there is still no hope of advancing to the north bank. How can this not make people angry?
Situ Fuzhi - never mind, he just passed away a few days ago, Sima Chi didn't want to criticize him in private.

"Huh!" After exhaling a lot of turbid air in his heart, Sima Chi picked up the imperial pen, wanting to write something, but he was a little hesitant.

When he was feeling annoyed, he accidentally touched the blister at the corner of his mouth, and the pain made him frown.

After a moment's silence, he no longer hesitated and wrote three edicts in succession.

One letter was sent to the city of Xin'an, ordering Xun Song to intensify the siege.

One copy was sent to Heyang, ordering Shao Xun to go north to Hanoi as soon as possible.

Another letter was sent to Guanzhong, appointing Jia Pi as the governor of Yongzhou and Liang Zong as the governor of Chang'an, hoping that they would reorganize the troops as soon as possible, attack Fengyi, and completely drive the Xiongnu forces out of Guanzhong.

At the critical moment of a stalemate between the enemy and us, we must grit our teeth and hold on. Sima Chi knew this very well.

(End of this chapter)