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Chapter 117 The Prince General
It was the evening before Yan Xi set off for the exchange market.
On the grassland of Mo Di, a caravan was advancing with difficulty. They were going to deliver wine to the royal court of Mo Di. After noon, the wind blew up, making people blindfolded, and the temperature dropped sharply. The men were freezing and shouting.
The owner of the caravan is surnamed Huang, and he is from Dajing.
Boss Huang has been in the mutual market and border trade business for many years, and has connections in both countries. This batch of wine is his last business trip this year. They are all high-quality wines, and they are exclusively for the royal family of Mo Di.
After completing this order, he can return to Da Jing for the winter.
Boss Huang is in his fifties this year, and his body is not as good as that of the young man. His face was blue from the cold, and he hesitated as he looked at the two diverging roads ahead.
One road is a common commercial road, and the distance is longer.
The other road is a shortcut, but it passes through two Mo Di military camps. The Mo Di soldiers are fierce and rogue, and they often rob the merchants of Da Jing. Usually, everyone hides and walks, but this road can save a day's footsteps compared to the commercial road.
Boss Huang couldn't stand the cold, so he turned around and glanced at his team.
Although this is Da Jing's caravan, but because they make a living in Mo Di, most of the guys in the caravan are from Mo Di, and a few of them have connections in the royal court.They come forward.
Boss Huang thought for a while, and called Mo Di, the most respectable guy in the team, and said: "Do you have connections in the barracks? Can you find someone to accommodate you and take a shortcut. It's windy and cold, everyoneI can't bear it, and the wine is frozen, and it's not good."
The big man's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he patted his chest and assured him: "This matter is not difficult. The front is the Fuchengguan military camp. There is a brother I know in it. As long as it is well prepared, it will definitely be released."
Boss Huang looked at Mr. Ye, his accountant, who was the only person from Dajing in the team besides him.
Mr. Ye's dark eyes were slightly heavy, and he looked at Boss Huang for a moment, then nodded in response, turned around and took out a few bags of broken silver, and gave the big guy a reward.
The big guy weighed the silver and responded with a smile on his face.
When passing by the barracks, the caravan was extremely careful, and everyone kept silent, for fear of disturbing the nearby Modi soldiers by making any noise.
However, the sound of horseshoes and ruts could not be eliminated, and dozens of carts of goods were too conspicuous. The caravan was discovered only when it reached the sentinel's field of vision.
Immediately a group of Mo Di soldiers came over to check, Boss Huang became terrified when he saw the soldiers, and pushed the Mo Di guy to negotiate.
The big guy was very satisfied with the reward, so he called a few Mo Di brothers to negotiate with Mo Di soldiers in Mo Di dialect, they really had some connections, and even sent a message to invite an officer.
The Mo Di officer who came had a stern face and stood in front of the caravan. Boss Huang was so frightened that he didn't dare to bargain.
The officer saw that most of the caravans were Modi people, and they still cared about their compatriots' livelihood, so they let them go after collecting the money.
Originally, the caravan would have been able to escape unscathed after all this blood was poured out.
The bad thing is that the road is not easy to walk, and the wine jars are expensive, and the guys who transported the goods were timid in front of Mo Di soldiers, and they couldn't walk very smoothly..
This batch of goods is all high-quality wine, the wine jar was cracked, and the aroma of the wine overflowed, blowing along with the strong wind, it made the Mo Di soldiers in the Fuchengguan barracks greedy.
This is great, this batch of wine will never be shipped away.
Modi people are addicted to alcohol, usually they can snatch it up with burning knives, but today they saw dozens of carts of old wine, and they couldn't control their mouths immediately, the officer also intentionally manipulated the soldiers, it was a gift to the people belowMo Di snatched any advantage.
Mo Dibing had never drunk the fine wines brewed by Da Jing's fine craftsmanship, such as Nurhong, Lihuabai, and Huadiao wines, and when he opened the jar, he became drunk just by smelling them.
There are dozens of carts of good wine, and there are thousands of jars.
Boss Huang's net worth is here, so he naturally refused, so he knelt down and begged Officer Mo Di, but was kicked all the way away.
He was desperate, and said sadly that he would sue the government.
"Want to sue the officials? Which officials? Can the Mo Di officials listen to you? The Da Jing officials can't control us." Mo Di Jun said cruelly, "I see that all of your subordinates are Mo Di people, to give you a way of life. Since you are so dishonest, you, your caravan, and your wine are all left together."
Boss Huang sat down on the ground, howling in horror.
Mr. Ye rushed over to help him without fear of death, but was also kicked by the officer and fell beside Boss Huang.He turned back angrily, and reprimanded in Modi's words: "You are blatantly robbing Dajing's caravan, aren't you afraid that our Da Jing will come to question you?"
The officer laughed wildly as if hearing something from the Arabian Nights, leaned over and said, "Da Jing dares to accuse us? Just your weak frontier army, can you stop our cavalry! Sooner or later, DajingIt will be crushed by us!"
"Don't even think about it!" Mr. Ye retorted coldly, "Da Jing is a kingdom of heaven, and you vassals have betrayed your trust and established yourself as emperors. One day, when the heavenly soldiers come to patrol, you will surely submit to us again."
The officer was most annoyed by Dajing's humanistic and pretentious tone. He was so irritated that he drew out his knife with a fierce look in his eyes, intending to kill someone.
Boss Huang rushed over and begged: "Don't kill us! Our company has a big business and has a lot of property and money. You send someone to my company to send a letter and ask my family to send money to redeem us. Moreover, I will return later.There is a batch of goods that will pass by here in three days, I wrote to them to go this way!"
Hearing the money and goods, the officer paused greedily for a moment, and withdrew his knife.
They asked people to tie up Boss Huang and Mr. Ye, and the rest of Mo Di's men were only bound hand and foot, and they were all locked up in the side tent of the military camp.
When Boss Huang and Mr. Ye were pushed into the side tent, they looked at each other and nodded almost imperceptibly.
The Guyaguan military camp ten miles away quickly received the letter, and it smelled like a few carts of wine.
There has been no war in Mo Di for 30 years, and they were the only ones who took Da Jing's share. In addition, Di Xiao was not in the nearby main camp this day, so the people in these two camps slaughtered cattle and sheep without fear, and the flames arose, The wine is poured out, and I want to be cool at night.
There is a valley in Dinghou Mountain, and the valley road to the north is thirty miles long, passing through it to Mo Di Grassland.
The valley road is a neutral place for the two countries, and Da Jing's soldiers kept their promises and rarely entered the valley.Ran Mo Di was not trustworthy, and often came in and out from here. In the past few years, he secretly built many guard posts in the valley.
Jiang Xi's army has been stationed in the western region for many years, but they never managed it.
As night fell that day, a fire broke out in a guard post on Fuyue Valley Road closest to Da Jing.
The wind became stronger at night, and the strong wind blowing in the valley was more terrifying than howling ghosts and wolves. There were only three sentries, and only one was left guarding outside.
The remaining two lay in the cave and warmed themselves by the fire.
The boss huddled by the fire, coughed a few times due to the smoke and fire, spit and cursed: "Throw us in this place where no shit, no wine, no meat, no candles, the people aboveIt's really not human."
The second child came in from the outside, stomped his feet in the cold, and said cursingly: "I heard that a batch of Da Jing's wine was robbed today in the camp. They are all high-quality goods, the kind that would rival the gods if you take a sip. Those grandchildren, if you wantSince Prince Xiao is not here, we will drink it all up tonight! We didn’t even send us an altar!"
"Dajing's wine?!" The youngest jumped up, drooling, "I once drank a pot of Da Jing's wine, and it tasted really good, but it was only the second-class one in Da Jing.Are the ones robbing the best ones? Boss, go to the camp tomorrow and ask for some!"
"You have a good idea! When did the food and drink in the camp take care of us?" The boss kicked the third child and hurriedly said, "You go to change the guard!"
"Second brother just came in before the time came..." The youngest stood up reluctantly, listening to the howling north wind outside, shrank his neck and refused to step forward, "It's too cold today, anyway, it's never been a problem here, noAre you standing guard?"
The boss is a little loose, and the second child doesn't want others to feel better if he is lazy, urging: "Go! Why are you being lazy at such a young age!"
The third child dared not speak out, so he had to put on a ragged cotton coat and go out. When he reached the entrance of the cave, he was almost blown in by the wind. He shrank and shouted, "It's so fucking cold!"
The sentry is really poor. The supplies for the winter this year have not been delivered yet. A ragged cotton coat can’t bear the cold wind that eats people. The third child is too cold outside. Just about to bite the bullet and go in to warm up the fire, suddenly there is a chill on the back of the neck, he raised his hand to touch it, and it was sticky.
"Blood..." The third child was insensitive to pain in the cold, and only felt the pain when the wound was touched by his hands. He shouted, "Come on—"
Before he could finish speaking, his neck was broken.
When the two people inside heard the shouts, they only thought that the third child was disobedient and came out impatiently, before sticking his head out of the hole, he was cut off by the saber.
That night, the guard posts in Fucheng Valley were knocked down one by one.
Lost the sentry post in the valley, lost the eyes,
A group of soldiers dressed in night clothes, under the cover of fierce wind, sneaked quickly in the narrow and long valley road.
The dragon swims stealthily, and the Canglong army comes out of the ax and Chengguan.
The whole body of Beifeng Jingxue is black, only the four hooves are white, and it is like riding the wind in the night.
Song Beiming, dressed in black armor, galloped forward. He led 20,000 elite soldiers, and ten hounds led the way in front. The whole army did not light their lights, and followed him silently in the hunting wind.
night attack.
Song Beiming had in his hand the "Da Jing Huangyu Panorama Map" given to him by Yan Xi, in which Shang Baiheng clearly drew the mountains and valleys on the border.There is also a map of Anbu's business shipments, clearly marking Mo Di's road and the location of the military camp.
So many people and so many years of painstaking efforts, just for the battle of Da Jing to clear the border. Da Jing is already riddled with holes and cannot withstand any external disturbance.
The goal of this attack was very clear, to burn down Mo Di's granary.
Anbu has been operating in Mo Di for many years, and has left a lot of things in Modi. The generals next to him don't know the inside story, and the operation of Anbu is inconvenient to expose. The most important thing is that the western region lacks a commander who can attack.
Song Beiming personally led the army to go.
The 200,000 shi of grain sold by Heqing is a ubiquitous guide. The Anbu people used hunting dogs to find out where the military rations were hidden in Mo Di. The target was a military camp ten miles away from Fucheng Valley Road.Shi Junliang.
Earlier, when Song Beiming and Yan Xi heard the news, they both thought it was dangerous - Di Xiao didn't have much food in his hand, but he bet one hundred thousand stones so close to Dinghou Mountain, obviously for a large-scale attackprepare.
Mo Di is coming.
Da Jing had to cut off Mo Di's food and grass in order to gain time to prepare for the war.
Going deep into the enemy's territory is extremely dangerous. Song Beiming chose elite soldiers and strong generals for this trip, and he also brought along the firecracker team that Yan Xi worked so hard to save.
It took only half an hour for 20,000 blue dragons to cross the 30-mile valley road.
At the beginning of Haishi.
In the grassland on the north side of Dinghou Mountain, a dragon sneaked in.
Thirty years later, Da Jing's heavenly soldiers finally set foot on the territory of the country again.
The horses were tightly harnessed to the bit, and the horse's hooves were wrapped in soft cloth. Twenty thousand people lay down in the dry grass, waiting for Song Beiming's order.
The barracks ten miles away were brightly lit, and the bonfire lit up the night of the Mo Di barracks. Song Beiming stared ahead, waiting for a signal.
Yan Xi told him before he set off that he had already arranged an internal response.
Song Beiming gradually realized that Yan Xi had another power besides Heqing; moreover, that power had a certain familiar meaning.
Are they the ones my mother and concubine mentioned who carry lamps in the dark?
At night, the wind was more violent, the black clouds pressed down, and the chill fell again.
The Canglong Army wore this year's new cotton coats and hats. This was the joint effort of Anbu and Heqing, and none of the soldiers shouted cold.
Song Beiming sank into the cold night, his face was particularly stern, he thought of the conversation he had with Yan Xi before he left.
When he went out, he repeatedly asked: "I can come back overnight, come back tomorrow to accompany you for dinner. You and Di Xiao have a good talk first, don't do anything, there are many chances of killing him, wait for me to come back."
Yan Xi said, "Okay."
Song Beiming was worried, Yan Xi was someone who had revenge, and Di Xiao, an enemy, was right in front of him, Yan Xi would not let it go.
Moreover, Song Beiming understood Yan Xi's layout, and the battle outside Fucheng Pass and the commercial war in the mutual market were cleverly pinpointed at the same time.
This is Da Jing's opportunity, followed by countless days and nights of Yan Xi's painstaking efforts.
So Song Beiming knew that Yan Xi, as the Prince of Da Jing, could not let Mo Di's Zuo Xianwang go back alive because of the war situation.
Song Beiming had already figured out Yan Xi's plan when he left the Zhuzhai. He and Yan Xi were basically the same kind of people, and he set his sights on Mo Di when he set foot in the Western Region.
The whimsical idea of not being able to fight at home was taken for granted by the two of them.
He and Yan Xi didn't need to discuss, every step they took was towards this goal.
Yan Xi had already planned this turning point when she came to the Western Region.
From the beginning when Heqing was selling grain, to the battle between Anbu and Heqing who spent hundreds of millions of dollars for money, and then to Yan Xi hanging Di Xiao with surplus grain for many days, in order to trick Di Xiao into the exchange market and persuade him to leave the axe.Close the barracks.
If it weren't for the bed partner of His Highness the Crown Prince, Song Beiming would not have imagined that Yan Xi was already on top of the situation, using the entire country as a chessboard.
Every chess piece was placed by Yan Xi where it should appear the most, and only then did the turning point of the current situation in the Western Territory come about.
Everything is as the prince wishes.
The time has come and it cannot be missed.
This battle can only be won, not lost.
If Song Beiming wants to be the general of His Royal Highness, he will fight this battle beautifully.
But Song Beiming still wanted to be the prince's bed partner, he counted the time silently in his heart, as long as he moved fast enough, he could get back before Di Xiao arrived at the exchange market.
Song Beiming suddenly felt deep melancholy in this vast grassland - no one will ever be able to get Yan Weiyu.
including him.
The deeper he sank, the more he couldn't see through Yan Xi; the closer he got, the more he felt that Yan Xi's mind was so strong that it was terrifying.
It seems that Yan Xi can understand everything, can calculate everything, and it seems that all the strategies of this world can be contained under that beautiful skin.
Song Beiming even had a very absurd feeling——Yan Xi was not just Da Jing's heir apparent.
Who could it be?
What is more noble than the king of a country?
Is it really a banished fairy?
The wind howled and the snow fell.