SFS Chapter 468: The Sword Points at the Royal Court of Beiyuan
Chapter 468: The Sword Points at the Royal Court of Beiyuan
Suddenly everyone's eyes were focused on Fu Huaian.
Everyone present knew that although the young general was young, he had been familiar with military tactics since childhood and was raised by the old Duke himself.
In the past, there were often amazing strategies during marches and battles, and I couldn't help but look more expectant.
Fu Huaian pondered for a moment and said, "Even though the Northern Yuan Dynasty was driven out of Guanzhong by the previous emperor, it still had a million troops. Even if more than half of them have been consumed in the wars over the years, there are still hundreds of thousands.
In terms of military strength, we are definitely far inferior.
But the grasslands in the north are vast, and the Tatars graze horses and sheep all year round and cannot gather in large numbers, so we must act quickly.
When the army is advancing, send out several vanguard teams, use guerrilla tactics, and consume their combat power first.
The army behind us advanced steadily.
If we want to penetrate the Northern Yuan imperial court and deal them a fatal blow, we must deploy supplies to prevent them from getting angry and attacking us."
Duke Fu nodded in satisfaction, but added, "Also, if you come across a water source, you must first test for poison. Tai Alu, the Imperial Master of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, has a wizard who is extremely good at using poison."
Seeing everyone nodding in agreement, Fu Changzhou suddenly stood up and shouted:
"Seven days later, His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan will issue an order to invade the country and announce it to the world. On the eighth day, our army will march out and aim at the Northern Yuan Dynasty court."
"Yes, sir!" the soldiers shouted in unison.
The sky is vast and the wilderness is boundless. The wind blows the grass low and you can see cattle and sheep.
Although this Chi-Le song describes the prosperous grasslands under the Yin Mountains, it is not inappropriate to use it to describe Buyuer Lake where the Northern Yuan Dynasty imperial court is located today.
All around Bui'er Lake, the grass is lush and the birds are singing. In the waist-deep grass, a gust of wind blows, and the white, plump little sheep appear and disappear.
It must be said that the people of the Northern Yuan Dynasty also knew how to choose places.
The azure sky, white auspicious clouds, emerald green grass, soaring eagles, galloping horses, herds of cattle and sheep, and the pearl of the grassland, Bui'er Lake, combine to form a magnificent picture of the world.
In the most magnificent royal tent in the center of a large tribe not far away, a group of important officials of the Northern Yuan Dynasty were still discussing how to deal with Duke Fu this year.
Of course, the fact that Jingmen Pass had gathered 150,000 troops could not be hidden from them, but Jingmen Pass originally had 100,000 troops stationed there.
This year, many refugees arrived, claiming to have migrated from the south, making the Northern Yuan court a laughing stock.
After all, there was a great battle in Guanzhong, don't think that they didn't know the news because they were outside the pass.
On the throne, Benyali, a middle-aged man, had a simple and honest expression, but occasionally a gleam of light would appear in his eyes.
He is the king here, but he is not the king here. The ministers seem to be reporting government affairs to him, but they have to look at the face of the national teacher for everything.
Now, the king is discussing whether to send several teams to harass the Daqing border this year in order to store some food supplies for the winter.
As luck would have it, the state teacher Tai Alu's son Agula was among them.
However, when the name of Duke Fu was mentioned, there was an obvious silence in the royal tent. You know, in recent years, Fu Changzhou's name has been known in various tribes of the Northern Yuan Dynasty. It is definitely the name that can stop children from crying at night.
In all the battles between the Northern Yuan Dynasty and Daqing over the years, there were very few opportunities to gain an advantage over Fu Changzhou.
"It's still the old way. Run after robbing. Don't run into the Fu family army. Even if you run into them, don't fight them head-on. Our grassland is vast and sparsely populated. The Yan army is not familiar with the terrain and it is difficult to find water sources. They dare not chase after us."
A burly man in the audience was the confidant of the Imperial Master Tai Alu. He laughed loudly, "The Imperial Master has a brilliant plan. Even if Fu Changzhou dares to send troops to chase us, we will be exhausted. We can gather a large army and wipe him out in one fell swoop."
In Tangjia Village,
Tang Guangzheng was in great trouble. Today, the magistrate of Fang County convened a meeting of all the village heads.
It is said that all village heads must go back and do a good job of ideological work among the villagers. In short, the point is: how to unite as one and defend their homes!
In particular, Fang County Magistrate He Da Ren also said: "Aren't there refugees in every village? How are those refugees living now?
Let the villagers look back and recall their miserable state when they fled from famine.
Tell them that if they don’t unite with the court, that will be their fate.”
But when he said this, County Magistrate He inadvertently glanced at Tang Guangzheng, and Tang Guangzheng immediately saw that many of the village heads sitting below were looking at him.
If he wasn't strong inside, he probably wouldn't have been able to sit still.
He himself knew that everyone was envious, jealous and resentful of their village. After all, not every village's escape team consisted of nine clans, let alone a Shen Zhiqiu.
At the time, he was still thinking: "Are you envious? Haha, it's a pity that there are some things you can't envy."
But when he came back and had to call a meeting for the whole village, he became worried.
The various workshops were so busy that they could only gather everyone for a meeting by a bonfire during dinner time.
But in this situation, even Tang Guangzheng, who was once eloquent, didn't know where to start.
The villagers all looked at him in unison, waiting for him to speak. Some couldn't help asking, "Uncle Lizheng, what are you doing today? You've been busy all day. If you have something to say, please tell me now!"
Tang Guangzheng coughed a few times, his face flushed, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "The rise and fall of a country is the responsibility of every citizen. Now the court is in danger due to internal and external troubles. We must..."
The eldest son of Tang Sanye shouted, "Lizheng, stop showing off your knowledge. Just tell me what you want to do. Are you conscripting soldiers or collecting grain? It's not our turn to conscript soldiers, and whether we are needed for grain collection, have you asked the county magistrate about this?"
Tang Guangzheng sighed. There was really nothing he could say. Ever since it became a military supply village, the villagers had made some guesses based on the performance of the nine clans and their daily conversations.
In addition to the incident of General Fu delivering military rations, the Nine Clans were also researching new types of military rations and tents, so they were not fools.
Although the expedition order has not been issued yet, the people of Tangjia Village are among those who are mentally prepared.
To be honest, the county magistrate did not mention the issue of conscription of soldiers and grain, but just asked the village heads to do some ideological work among the people first.
Therefore, Tang Guangzheng really had nothing to say, but he had to speak up.
After all, the county magistrate came to their village every now and then. What if he asked them what they talked about in the meeting?
He could only bite the bullet and continue: "I didn't talk about conscription, I just wanted to tell you about the consequences of defeat. Those who fled famine would be miserable, their families would be broken up..."
The villagers of Tangjia Village all looked at the Nine Clans in unison, with silly looks on their faces. Some even shouted at the head of the village:
"Mr. Lizheng, do you want us to see how prosperous their lives are now and how promising their lives are? If that's the case, I think it would be a good idea for us to escape the famine!"
"What bullshit is that!"
Although Tang Guangzheng felt that what the guys said made sense, he couldn't admit it!
They were all a little angry: "They are not miserable now, but weren't they miserable when they first came? Do you still remember when they first came, you secretly laughed at them for their shabby clothes and the holes in their shoes?"