Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 215 Fortification
"General, general, the Tang cavalry is coming!"

The voice of the interpreter was trembling, and Abebirov glanced over. More than a dozen cavalrymen were rushing out of the gate of the camp and galloping towards him. It was obvious that they were coming towards him, "Quick response, quick action! "Ampeibirov gave the enemy a high score again in his heart, and then turned his horse's head: "Let's go, let's go back!"

Ampebirov easily got rid of the pursuers. The cavalry of the Tang people were very vigilant, and they only chased for more than half a mile before going back.Back in the mountain city, he met Fuyu Zhongsheng immediately: "We must attack the Tang people as soon as possible, otherwise their camp will only become stronger day by day!"

"So what!" Fuyu Zhongsheng looked a little reluctant: "So what if it is strong? We can't attack a mountain city with a strong camp. We don't need to attack the camp of the Tang people!"

"President of the country, I came across the sea at the order of the eldest brother, the prince, to expel the Tang people, restore the old capital, and let my brother become king." Abebirov said solemnly: "As the king of Baekje, you My dear brother, your status is so precious that no one in the country can compare to it! Now that the Tang people are building a fortress on your land, but you say such a thing, it is really degrading your status!"

"That's not what I mean!" Fu Yu Zhongsheng blushed, and hurriedly explained: "The Tang people's camp is strong. Instead of attacking their camp, we might as well surround them. When their food is exhausted, we can win without fighting."

"But as far as I know, the Tang people have harvested more than half of the wheat fields around the valley, and there is no shortage of food. If they want to wait until their food is exhausted, how long will they have to wait? What's more, according to the size of the camp, there are no more than four soldiers in it." There are 5000 people, and there are 1 defenders in the city, and the reinforcements I brought are three or four times that of the Tang army. With such an advantage, if you don't attack, but fall into the city and sit in the granary, will there be disasters?"

Having said that, Fuyu Zhongsheng was speechless, and Abebirov's words just hit the nail on the head—in ancient wars, it was a high-risk thing for a large army to eat and do nothing in the city: it would consume the money once it came. It is not easy to store food. For a fortress in a strong city, the food stored in the warehouse is no different from blood. If there is no food in the warehouse, even the strongest and most dangerous fortress will be destroyed by itself; Cities with narrow spaces are the hardest-hit areas for various epidemic diseases. If a large army is stationed in the city, it is very likely that a plague will break out in the army overnight, and the army will die without fighting. This kind of example is not uncommon in ancient times.

"Okay, let's do as you said!" Fuyu Zhongsheng sighed: "But you have to be careful, Tang people's equipment is extremely powerful—"

"I know you're going to talk about Liannu!" Abebirov laughed and said, "You're not the first person to tell me this, but in the end, no matter how good a weapon is, a battle must be fought!"
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Decades later, when Wang Gao, like most old people, told stories by the fire with his grandson in his arms, he always started with such a passage: the sky in the south was thick with smoke.Black plumes of smoke swirled from hundreds of fires in the distance, black fingers covering the stars.On the other side of the river, flames filled the horizon and burned all night, while on this side, demons from the other side of the sea set fire to the entire riverside area: trees, hay, wheat fields, everything was burned, leaving only a piece of scorched earth.Even across the river, in the military camp, the air still smelled of ashes, and everyone's eyes were red, as if they had just cried.

"Why did they do that?" asked the child, tilting his head.

"The demons are afraid of the general's warriors, and want smoke and flames to drive them away!" Wang Po smiled while caressing his grandson's slightly curly hair: "The warriors of the general are extremely brave. They slashed and killed the demons." The scouts are as easy as cutting the vines, and the demons are afraid of them, so they set fire to burn everything!"

"Then grandpa, are you also a warrior of the general?"

"Grandpa!" Wang Po hesitated for a moment, and finally vanity prevailed: "Of course, look here!" He unbuttoned his robe, exposing his shoulders, with a curved scar on it, almost extending to his right rib.

"This is what was left over from that battle. Before that, Grandpa and I killed twelve pirates in a row!"

The child timidly stretched out his finger to touch the scar, and suddenly jumped off Wang Gao's knee, cheering while jumping: "Grandpa is the warrior of the general, grandpa is the warrior of the general! Grandpa is a warrior! I am little warrior!"

Looking at the cheering figure of his grandson, a smile appeared on Wang Po's face. In fact, he was not under the general's command at the time, and he had never killed any enemy with his own hands. However, the general once said that killing an enemy in battle is A warrior, digging soil and repairing walls is also a warrior, and carrying food and arrows is also a warrior. In this way, he is not a liar. Thinking of this, he stretched out his finger and touched the wound on his shoulder, closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became smoother. Slowly, the sound of shouts of killing, the sound of arrows piercing the air, the muffled sound of shields colliding with each other, and the short screams of soldiers before they died, gradually the old man returned to the past, back to his first time. The battlefield for that flag.

"Hurry up, move faster, move faster!" Wang Gao urged loudly. In front of him were thousands of peasants wielding hoes and digging ditches. Many of them had already dug waist-deep. The bundle of wooden sticks is about two feet long, one end is sharpened, and then hardened by fire.When the trench was dug, these pickets would be driven into the bottom and used to impale the torsos of enemies who had fallen into the trench.

The weather was very hot, and Wang Hao soon felt his mouth was parched, but there was something that made him more irritable than the weather, and that was the sound of drums and horns from time to time below the horizon.Yes, the enemy is approaching, getting closer, maybe in the next second, a white flag will rise below the horizon—that is the color of the Baekje Army, and it is also the color of the enemy.

To be honest, Wang Hao was very surprised that these Baekje peasants were still digging here instead of fleeing in all directions.Of course, Wang Canjun gave a very rich reward: each person can get half a stone of wheat or fifty pieces of meat after digging a trench with a length of one step (1.5 meters) per day; The meat is paid at a good price, and paid on the spot after the work is accepted.After hearing this price, the peasants almost boiled over. Many peasants were able to complete the workload that could not be completed in three days in one day. In just two days, they completed the tasks of raising the barriers and deepening the trenches, and even had spare time Dig a new trench outside the trench.

(End of this chapter)