Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 125 Situation

"I read from the letter that when the Duke of Yi's army arrived, the weather suddenly turned cold and the river froze. Our soldiers crossed the Yalu River, and the bandit army collapsed!" At this point, Su Ding cupped his hands in the northwest direction. : "Relying on the power of the Holy Son of Heaven, it seems that this time we can wipe out the nest of thieves and take the shame of China!"

The faces of the people became serious. Goguryeo was a kind of curse for the Tang people. The three battles against the Liao Dynasty several decades ago led to the destruction of the Sui Dynasty, and Emperor Taizong's martial arts could not be defeated. With its disappearance, the youngest of all the people in the tent is already over fifty years old. Do you want to leave this stubborn thief to your children and grandchildren?

"Pyongyang is the lair that the Goguryeo thieves have painstakingly managed for hundreds of years!" Su Dingfang stood up and walked to the hanging map: "There are dozens of branch cities outside, and there are strong soldiers standing firm inside. You can't pull them out hastily. Go to the branches first. Let’s break the root! Therefore, the most urgent task is to urge the Silla and Baekje defenders to bring food, and make a long-term plan!”

"Not bad!"

"What the chief executive said is true!"

Everyone in the tent nodded and said yes, they are all veteran generals who have followed Su Dingfang for many years, and they know that this old officer has a habit: when the situation is critical, he often acts very boldly and wins by defeat; On the contrary, he was cautious and refused to take any risks.Right now, the Northern Route Army commanded by Qibi Heli has crossed the Yalu River and is about to join forces with Su Dingfang under the city of Pyongyang. The key to "be brave as cowardly".

"Come here!" Su Dingfang summoned the military officials, and immediately issued a military order to Kim In-won in Silla and Liu In-won and Liu In-gui stationed in Baekje in his capacity as the general manager of the Pyongyang Road, ordering them to transport 20 soldiers before the snow. Shi Junliang went to the camp in Pyongyang.

Just as the flapping of the wings of a butterfly in South America caused a hurricane affecting the coast of South China, just as Su Dingfang was full of ambitions under the city of Pyongyang, a rebellion broke out in Mobei, thousands of miles away. Du and Tongluo, Pugu and other nine surnames rebelled against the Tang Dynasty, and Tang Gaozong had to recall Qibi Heli, who was originally the Khan of the Tiele tribe, and appointed him as the pacifier of Tiele Road to deal with the rebellion.

The sickle slashed, and the wheat stalks fell down in pieces. Sancho picked up an ear of wheat and sent it to his master. Wang Wenzuo took the ear of wheat, weighed it casually, and said with a wry smile, "20 shi for military rations? Send it before the snow." To the Pyongyang barracks? It's really difficult!"

"Saburo doesn't need to worry. Worrying about military rations is also the worry of Silla people. We don't have to worry about it!" Cui Hongdu laughed.

"That's true!" Wang Wenzuo casually dropped the ears of wheat. Just as Cui Hongdu said, although the military order of the general manager of Su was issued to the Tang army and the Silla people in Baekje at the same time, everyone knew that Baekje was in a mess right now. Pyongyang began to eat rats last winter, where can there be military rations that can be shipped to Pyongyang? "But can the people of Silla produce so much food? Looking at the harvest here, it can only be said to be average?"

"That's not what we need to consider!" Cui Hongdu obviously has no sympathy for the Silla people: "Anyway, the military order is like a mountain, even if these Silla people go to graze, they still have to get the army rations together!"

Wang Wenzuo smiled. Cui Hongdu is already knowledgeable among these township parties, but he still has not surpassed the restrictions of his origin. In his eyes, the military government should serve the emperor with blood, and the farmers should work diligently and pay taxes unconditionally. Since in order to conquer Goguryeo, they traveled across the ocean to work their lives, and the peasants of the Tang Dynasty frugalized their food and clothing to transfer grain and fodder. Isn’t it reasonable for the people of Silla, who are the vassal of the Tang Dynasty, to squeeze grain through their teeth and transport it to Pyongyang? ?As for whether the Silla people would risk starving the peasants to death and give 20 shi of military rations to the Tang army in Pyongyang, this is not something he can consider.

Seeing that Wang Wenzuo was silent, Cui Hongdu thought that Wang Wenzuo didn't care about the military rations, so he lowered his voice and said, "Sanlang, I've already found out some clues about the source of the ironware!"

"Oh? How do you say it? Where did you smuggle it from?"

"It wasn't smuggled!" Cui Hongdu whispered: "According to the confession of the barbarians, their ironware was traded from a market town called 'Fuchu'."

"'Fuchu'?" Wang Wenzuo frowned: "Is that the only name? Do you know the exact location?"

"Those barbarians can't tell clearly, they only know that this place is where the great river enters the sea. Every autumn, barbarians from all over the world will come to trade in canoes with their own goods. Not only the barbarians, but even Baekje. Humans, Silla people, and Japanese people will also come across the sea. "Fuchu" means frontier, corner, and remote place in Manzi dialect!"

"Oh, it's very vivid, so these irons were also transported from other places?"

"No, I heard from the barbarians that there is a lot of iron ore near Fuchu. The local women washed the iron ore by the river, and the men started to smelt iron. Barbarians from all over the world came here to exchange their goods. After a long time, this place became a market town. , there are two to three thousand people living together during the winter!"

"Iron sand, there must be iron ore nearby, and the burial is very shallow, and the mineral quality is excellent!" Wang Wenzuo clapped his hands violently: "It's no wonder that those iron arrows are made of good iron, but they are very rough! It turns out that's the case. That's great!"

"Then write this matter in the military newspaper? Liu Shijun will definitely reward us!"

"Why do you want to do this?" Wang Wenzuo showed an intriguing smile: "Shijun has too many things to worry about right now, how can he still have the mood to take care of such trivial matters? Let's not bother Shijun!"

"But back then—" Cui Hongdu was stunned. He remembered Wang Wenzuo's rhetoric that he wanted to trace the source of the ironware by himself, which was different from now.

"At this time and then at that time, besides, we also know that the market town is called 'Fuchu', where a certain big river enters the sea, and nothing else. If Liu Shijun asks about the origin, what should we answer? If we answer If not, will Liu Shijun be annoyed at my ineffectiveness and punish us instead?"

This time Cui Hongdu was persuaded, and he nodded: "What Sanlang said is that I will continue to question those savages, and after I find out the truth of this matter, I will report it to my superiors!"

Looking at the back of his companion leaving, Wang Wenzuo shook his head with a smile. Did he think too much, or did they think too little?He didn't know, but one thing was clear: in this dangerous land, if he was a little careless, he could be buried anywhere.

(End of this chapter)