It's not Wang Hou who tampered with history!

Even if he didn't get this Jinzhou that had traveled through thousands of years here, after Cao Cao broke Wuhuan, the eastern Xianbei, especially the Murong Department, quickly infiltrated Liaodong.

On the one hand, the male lord of Xianbei in the west can rise rapidly in the Mongolian grassland, and has unified most of Xianbei, can't beat it, and doesn't want to be a little brother, so he naturally has to hide away, on the other hand, the grassland is also a resource, in the past, Wuhuan Badun rode more than 100,000 horses to watch the field, and Murong didn't dare to come, but now, the boss of Bundun has been killed by Prime Minister Cao Cheng's sweep away, and this sesame oil street in eastern Liaodong has no big brother to carry the handle, and Murong naturally thinks that he can do it.

Historically, the Murong Department, which took root in Liaodong, also followed Sima Lao Thief to crusade against Gongsun Yan, and then after Sima Yi personally destroyed the foundation of the Saiwai Han people, this Xianbei man with super good luck gradually took over Liaodong County of the Han Dynasty, and later Sima Lao Thief's idiot grandson and great-grandchildren fought a civil war, and the big brother of the Western Jin Dynasty was no longer good! The Murong Department planted flags and set up sticks to establish Qianyan, and once went south to encroach Yuan Shao's territory into his own hands, becoming the first Hu clan to laugh out loud in the early days of the Wuhu Rebellion.

But now, Wang Hou doesn't plan to let go of the source of the chaotic summer in Liaodong, since the Murong Department is chasing after the Yuwen Department to kill him, he has to settle with the Eastern Xianbei to calculate whose father and whose son!

Although this dad may not be so easy to be.

The military pressure is really heavy all of a sudden, two days ago, it was Zhao Yunman's wandering and sweeping in Liaodong, and the small Xianbei tribes were driven away and fled like the plague god, these days, knowing that his eldest brother was coming, the waist of the small tribe gradually hardened, yesterday, there were actually more than a dozen Wuhuan tribes and Xianbei tribes and ambushed Qiao Feng and his father seemed to have chosen a leading brother, organized 1,6700 nomadic cavalry, and planned to ambush Zhao Yun in the middle of the road.

Of course, your Brother Zhao will always be your Brother Zhao! With three regiments, Zhao Yun let these ambush cavalry know that they knew that the white horse righteous servant who did not ride a white horse was still a white horse righteous servant, and he came back with more than three hundred heads in blood, but despite this, from the perspective of the overall situation, the offensive and defensive situation gradually changed.

The cultivated fields have become secondary, and most of the rice fields that have not been planted have been thrown there directly, and the various forts are close to the inside and outside, and they have done their best to start building the wall, after all, starvation in autumn is a matter of autumn, and you can also gamble that the government can't watch them starve to death, but if you don't get it right now, you will be slaughtered by the Tartars.

The next day, Wang Hou terminated Zhao Yun's patrol and began to gather troops and hold on.

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Jinzhou Mansion, the top floor of the five-story "skyscraper" that Wang Hou is proud of, in front of the desk of the wide government staff, his old face is so sad that he is like selling insurance on the last day before the month-end assessment, two arms support this big head, and his head is wrinkled like a sand skin.

Next to him, there was no general in Shu Han, and Li Fu, who was the vanguard of Liao Hua, was sitting in the Wenchen guard, but this bearded brother was competent, and he was still thinking about countermeasures.

Next to him is not a civil official, but Yu Wenhong, the chief of the Yuwen Department who has just studied "Chinese Level 3", originally lost to the Murong Department in the hegemony of Xianbei in the east, this guy is enough to be angry and humiliated, and now Li Fu is still torturing him sentence by sentence How he lost to the Murong Ministry, how many soldiers and horses the other party has, how he was defeated, and the torture made him like a knife cutting meat, a sad mess.

On the other end, Zhao Yun and several generals were talking about how to transfer troops to defend the huge Jinzhou cultivation area.

The subordinates' arguments were a mess, and they were about to slap the table and lift the stool, but it was rare for Wang Hou, who had always led the team to rush forward, was dumb this time.

He really realized the predicament of Chongzhen at the end of the Ming Dynasty, the most suffocating and contradictory predicament of the last orthodox Han emperor.

Lack of food!

A little luckier than Chongzhen, Wang Hou is not short of money, only food is missing, Qingzhou still needs to import grain, and it is the stage of investment in wasteland, if Jinzhou is barren this year, Wang Hou may really let them fend for themselves, and they really can't afford to raise more than 100,000 people to eat!

But whether it is starving these people to death, or sending them back to Youzhou, it will be difficult to recruit people from outside the Saiwai!

Lack of troops!

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, it was a two-front battle, and now Wang Hou is also fighting on two fronts, don't look at the Gongsun family on the eastern front, there is a little Mars, Gongsun Kang has to rise up, and even Wang Hou is sure that this time the Xianbei people are advancing eastward, it is very likely that there will be a bad Gongsun family!

He is on the Liaodong front, plus the troops of the Black Mountain thief Zhang Yan, there are only 40,000 people, which sounds like a lot, and it is enough to maintain law and order in the huge Liaodong defense line! On the Jinzhou front, he had more than 14,000 soldiers and horses, of which 4,000 had just been requisitioned in the demoralized Jinzhou area, and they belonged to the mud that could not support the wall, that is, he was a miscellaneous one, and only 10,000 people were really useful, including more than 4,000 cavalry supported by Zhang Yan.

What made Wang Hou even more uncomfortable was that the heavy infantry tactics he had always been proud of were useless on the grassland! Because the art of war has a cloud attack and it must be saved, Murong Xianbei has nothing to save, and there is a Liucheng in Badun, they have nothing, but they are themselves, and the huge Jinzhou City has become their weakness.

Defense is needed everywhere!

It is no wonder that during the Battle of Songjin, Chongzhen was so anxious to force Hong Chengchou to go out of the decisive battle, Shaanxi and Henan were full of wolf smoke, and the silver in the treasury was flowing out like that, and the autumn harvest had already been pre-spent, and everyone was in a hurry.

Just because of the lack of soldiers and money, Chongzhen fantasized that one soldier should be two soldiers, and one penny would break two petals, so that Hong Chengchou could quickly finish the battle outside the Guan, and then return to the Guannai to quell the rebellion.

"How many people are in control of the strings in the Murong Department?"

"I don't know! Last year, our troops were defeated in the hands of the despicable Murong Mo Huba, and more than 30,000 of his troops were plundered by him, as well as small tribes affiliated with our department, and this year, I really don't know how many cavalry the Murong Department can come up with! ”

In the face of Master Li's pressing step by step, Yu Wenhong completely collapsed, jumped up hysterically, knocked on the table and shouted.

But this time, without waiting for Li Fu to attack again, suddenly, Wang Hou suddenly jumped up as if he was in a nervous disorder, grabbed Chief Yuwen's neck and collar, and shouted at him through gritted teeth.

"Yu Wenhong, you grassland people, why do you want to go to the Central Plains to loot, and herd well by yourself, don't you fuck good!"

Leng Buding was so frightened by Wang Houfa that he was stunned, and in shock, this guy even spoke a few words, muttered a few words, and then jumped around again, crying with a face and spreading his hands.

"State pastor, don't blame the villain! The grassland is poor, the pot for cooking, the firewood for the fire, the needle for sewing clothes, the cloth for making clothes, nothing is produced on the grassland, only the Han land! Moreover, every winter, the grassland is also extremely prone to white disasters, the livestock of the entire tribe freeze to death and starve to death, and if they do not go to the Han land to loot in the spring, people will starve to death! ”

"Then which of these you mentioned before is the one that you steppe people can't stop the most, and you want to loot it at the risk of your life?"

"This ......"

Looking at Wang Hou's red eyes, Yu Wenhong was stuck there for a while, but after shaking his shoulders twice, Wang Hou suddenly let go of him again, then took two steps back, pinched his chin and looked at his Xianbei warrior dress, and nodded heavily.