The queen mother wants to go against the sky: General, please take your seat

Chapter 656
When it comes to swearing, Young General Qiu is a good hand. In fact, except for those who are really taciturn, there is no one in the army who can't swear. In front of the two armies, you have to have the ability to kill, and the ability to swear must not be weak.But this time, Qiu Yue's mind was buzzing, and it took him a long time to curse: "Li Qi, you bastard!"

Lu Zhusheng leaned on the armrest of a chair, sat down slowly, and said: "King Qin has a reason to do this. If Liaodong is not sold, Tiemu Tower will not help him. If Tiemu Tower does not raise troops, our iron cavalry If he can go south to join the war, then Li Qi will not be able to become emperor."

"But, but this is his Li family's country!" Qiu Yue said anxiously, "I've never seen a lunatic who burned the whole family down in order to seize the family property!"

"Without Liaodong, he still has the splendid country in the Central Plains," Mo Sangqing said in a low voice, "Besides, after the mountains and rivers are reorganized, Li Liqi can raise troops and take Liaodong back."

"Bastard," Qiu Yue scolded, "What does he think Jiangshan is?" Jiangshan is something that can be cut off and thrown away, and then if you want it, you can take it back?
"What should I do?" Lu Zhusheng stared at Mo Sangqing and asked.

Mo Sangqing sat quietly for a while, he is not a god, he can't make food that can feed hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions of refugees, he has no choice now, send people to the Central Plains, to expose the lies of King Qin To stop the refugees, he has no way to count on the imperial court, Prince Rui will help him in this matter, the imperial court and Prince Rui are in danger now.

"Then, let's divide the troops," Qiu Yue suggested, this was the only way he could think of.

"What about the barbarians?" Lu Zhusheng said, "Also, how many soldiers can we score to go out so that we can ensure that the refugees will not make trouble?"

Qiu Yue was speechless.

"In this way, we will have no way to collect food from the people," Mo Sangqing finally said.

"You still expect to collect grain from the people?" Qiu Yue said, "Believe it or not, the people in Liaodong are already hoarding grain now!"

No one is a fool. As soon as the battle starts, the army will requisition food. Now that there are so many refugees here, they don’t stockpile food at this time, and even sell it. Is this because they want the whole family to starve to death?No one would do such a foolish thing.

"How much food and grass is there in Sunset City?" Lu Zhusheng asked Mo Sangqing.

There is no food in Sunset City!

Mo Sangqing rubbed his nose with his hand, and said in a low voice: "Since there is no way to stop the refugees from coming to Liaodong, then we should set aside a place and let them gather there, as long as they are dissatisfied with running around in Liaodong. .”

"What about the food?" Lu Zhusheng asked.

"I try to feed them for 30 days," Mo Sangqing said.

Not only Young Master Lu thought it was impossible, but Young General Qiu, who didn't care much about money and food, also felt that Mo Sangqing couldn't do it.Do you know how many refugees there are?The military rations are not enough now, so what are you going to use to feed the refugees?

"Unshen," said Mr. Lu, "you have to think about this matter carefully."

"I've thought about it," Mo Sangqing said, "After one month, they will have to starve. If they make trouble, they will be killed."

General Mo said the word "killing" without being gloomy or murderous at all, but it made Lu Zhusheng and Qiu Yue stand still in the tent of the Chinese army.

"Kill, kill?" Qiu Yue stammered.

"If the refugees gather together, we only need thousands of crossbowmen and one more cavalry to suppress them all," Mo Sangqing said, "I will personally arrange this matter."

Lu Zhusheng shook his head lightly.

"I know that the refugees are pitiful," Mo Sangqing said calmly, "but the first thing I need to do is defend the land. If Liaodong is lost, not only these refugees will die, but my people in Liaodong will either die or serve as slaves. gone."

"Then where do you want the refugees to go?" Young Master Lu asked.

"I haven't figured it out yet," Mo Sangqing said, "This place is not easy to find either."

Qiu Yue hadn't recovered yet, looked at Mo Sangqing and said in astonishment: "Are they going to be killed?" How many people have to be killed?
"You and I go out of the tent first." Lu Zhusheng stretched out his hand to grab Qiu Yue, and said, "Let Weishen think about it."

"But……"

"Let's go," Lu Zhusheng pulled Qiu Yue out of the camp.

Mo Sangqing sat down and drank a few sips of water. In front of Lu Zhusheng and Qiu Yue, his expression was always calm, but now he was sitting alone in the tent of the Chinese army. Trembling, thirsty after a few sips of cold water, he still felt like his heart was being roasted by fire moxibustion, the pain, the pain was so painful that he didn't want to live, but he didn't dare to die lightly.

"Aren't you going to persuade him to think again?" Qiu Yue lowered his voice and said to Lu Zhusheng outside the tent of the Chinese army: "If this is done, Wei Shen will be scolded to death by the scholar-bureaucrats in the future!"

Lu Zhusheng's face turned pale again, and he said, "It's not just a scholar-bureaucrat? Everyone in the world will scold him."

It is true that refugees are lowly, but refugees are also citizens. If one or two die, no one will care about the death of a refugee except the family members. What about the hundreds of thousands of refugees?

"This damn thing was done by the King of Qin!" Qiu Yue said viciously.

"But King Qin didn't kill anyone," Lu Zhusheng said.

"Then persuade Weishen to think again," Qiu Yue said urgently.

Lu Zhusheng stood in the open space in front of the tent, it was hot in summer, so the sweat on his body at this moment, Mr. Lu didn't know whether it was sweat from his own heat, or from anxiety, or simply from fear.The thin shirt was soaked with sweat and stuck to his body, which made Mr. Lu very uncomfortable. He tore off the collar and found that it didn't make him feel much better.

"What the hell are we going to do?" Qiu Yue muttered beside him, because he didn't care about taking care of himself, Qiu Yue was unshaven at the moment, and he was much older, the handsome boy turned into a sloppy uncle.

"Compassion does not command soldiers," Lu Zhusheng said in a low voice, "That's the only way to go." He couldn't think of a way, and Mo Sangqing's way was the simplest and most effective. If he killed all these refugees, there would be no civil strife in Liaodong, and they would still be able to defend against the enemy outside the country.

"Send someone to tell these refugees that there is no food in Liaodong that can keep them alive." Qiu Yue still didn't give up, and suggested: "Let them all go back, is that okay?"

"If they can come here, they have done their best," Lu Zhusheng shook his head and said, "If they go back, it is tantamount to letting them die."

Qiu Yue had no idea at all.

Lu Zhusheng turned around to look at the hanging curtain of the military tent, and said to Qiu Yue: "We will follow what Weishen said, Aqiu, don't argue with him anymore, he feels bad, his life is now is the hardest."

Qiu Yue also looked at the curtain of the military tent, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and said, "He can't take care of this alone, we help him take care of it, this man is what we all decided to kill."

Lu Zhusheng smiled wryly, but they couldn't bear it, because no matter what it was, the one who bears the notoriety was always the one who made the decision, not the one who gave the idea.

(End of this chapter)