180: Victory and defeat are commonplace

The lonely moon hangs high, and the night is silent.

The swarthy city wall lay on the banks of the Huai River like a wounded dragon, groaning weakly.

Seven days had passed since the siege, and after the bombardment of boulders, the rain of crossbows, and the pouring of gold juice, the original majestic city had been dilapidated, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood and corpses, which was disgusting.

A black shadow flew swiftly in the ruins outside the city, rising and falling, to the moat, after hiding from the stones, gently made three cat meows, there was a dog barking at the head of the city, one long and two short, the black shadow returned with a cat meow, and there was a rope hanging down at the head of the city.

The dark shadow swam across the moat, grabbing the rope and climbing towards the city. The general on duty at the head of the city took him up to the wall, patted him on the shoulder, said hard, and handed him a pancake.

The black shadow smiled silently, took it and chewed, and ran as he chewed, but he ran towards the general's mansion.

"Subordinates, see generals."

"Hurry up, change your clothes first, Ade, go to the stove and get wine and meat to eat."

Guo Ting, who had just been awakened, saw that his henchmen were still drenched, so he couldn't help but say, so he asked him to change his clothes first, and drank two glasses of wine with him, and then asked about the situation outside the city.

"The general of the Zhou army is impatient, conceited and brave, good corporal punishment of subordinates, the sergeants are afraid, although the enemy army is many, but the military horses of the Wuxing De headquarters are only 5,000, and the rest are guest troops, so the camp is distributed like seven stars, each battalion is separated by at least one mile, and the warp and latitude are distinct.

As for the emperor of Zhou, he has his own royal driving camp to escort, ten miles away, their southeast rangers are very distributed, but in the face of the defense in our city is average, this is the distribution of the camp and the road map of the outpost. ”

Guo Tingwei took it, looked at it carefully, stroked his palm and laughed: "In this case, the enemy village can be broken, this time you have made a great contribution, rest well, and act together tomorrow night." ”

"No."

There was nothing to say at night, early the next morning, Guo Ting said that he sent more militia to the city, replaced the elite people to rest, and in the middle of the night, he led three thousand elites out of the city quietly, taking advantage of the unpreparedness of the Zhou army, rushed into the Zhou camp in one fell swoop, threw torches, slashed knives and guns, and the unsuspecting Zhou army was afraid, and they fled for their lives, ravaging the dead.

Fortunately, Wu Xingde was brave and brave, and he swung his sword to kill before he could approve the armor, so that the Tang army did not have much success, but after the battle, more than 3,000 people were still killed.

Wu Xingde was extremely embarrassed, and while writing a letter to ask for guilt, he strengthened the offensive, and the city of Haozhou once again flowed into a river of blood, and the corpses piled up like a mountain.

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"Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, Wu Qing doesn't have to worry about it, Haozhou City is already a turtle in the urn, it won't be in the way to take it a few days earlier and a few days later, look at your red eyes, go back and sleep well, and then talk about it."

"Thank you, Holy Lord!"

Seeing Wu Xingde retreat, Wang Pu admonished: "Holy Lord, the punishment must be punished, after all, it is the defeat caused by his arrogant soldiers." ”

Guo Rong leaned back in the chair a little tiredly, and said: "He also tried his best, how can he be harsh, this matter is really to blame, and it has to fall on me, he put three thousand elites in the south wing, for what, he didn't bother to form another layer of defense outside this imperial camp." ”

Wang Pu said: "This is the duty of a courtier. ”

Fan Zhen stopped the pen in his hand and interjected: "Wang Xiang said this, the minister remembered that the imperial court had issued an edict twice, but Li Yixing of Naxia Prefecture in the south of the country did not send a single soldier, with bad intentions, if it colluded with Jinyang, I am afraid it would be ......."

Guo Rong snorted coldly and said, "Send a messenger to urge you again, if you have a different heart, measure the land of projectiles, and what tricks can you turn out." ”

Fan Zhen hesitated for a moment and said, "...... What the Holy One said is true, but it is ...... Everything is foreseen, and if it is not prepared, it is wasted, and appropriate precautions are still needed. ”

"The minister seconded the proposal."

"It's okay, it's just fearful, but rebellion is courageless, the only thing I'm worried about is Northern Liao, Wang Xiang urges again, Hedong must be cautious all the way."

"No."

Wang Pufang sat down in his seat, and a loud emergency announcement rang out outside the house: "Report...... Chuzhou Victory......"

"Our army has captured Chuzhou City yesterday and captured the enemy's prison army Yao Feng......"

Guo Rong snatched the battle report submitted by Hongling's urgent envoy, read it at a glance, and said with a long smile: "It's a good fight, Chuzhou is down, the pseudo-Tang Dynasty is powerless to go north, and Hao, Si, and Chu will be in the pocket in the future." ”

Fan Zhen took the battle report handed over by Guo Rong, read it with Wang Pu and others, frowned, and said: "Forty percent of the battle losses can be described as a miserable victory, this army must rest." ”

"Well, let them rest in Chuzhou City, and the condolences and commendations will be implemented, and then one battalion will be replenished, and the first battalion of Longjie will go."

"This ......"

Guo Rong laughed and said: "Fight the tiger brothers, go into battle with father and son, and let Song Hongyin and Song Jiuzhong father and son cooperate." ”

"No."

Song Hongyin couldn't help but be stunned when he received the order, was the princes of the court and the central government confused? Father and son are forbidden to the army, it is already a taboo, and he has asked for release several times without results, but now he has let himself help Erlang, what does it mean?

However, the military order was like a mountain, and he was not allowed to ask in detail, so Song Hongyin had no choice but to arrange the allocation of camp matters while quietly touching it in his stomach.

Although he has eaten military rations all his life, he only pursues the word "prudence", and does not seek merit in everything, but seeks no fault, and he just mixes peace and joy in this troubled world.

Who would have thought that giving birth to a son and not serving his father would have broken his heart in the past two years.

"General."

Song Hongyin turned his head to take a look, and saw that the person who came was dressed as a scribe, with long eyebrows and sideburns, Danfeng fine eyes, three clear beards, dignified appearance, looking old, but thirty-four or five, followed by two long followers, carrying bags, and wanting to go on a long journey.

"Your Excellency is ......"

The person who came smiled and said: "A certain Zhao Pu, who is a military judge in Chuzhou, is here to walk with General Zhao." ”

"It turned out to be Zhao Junju, the old man was polite, but I don't know if Zhao Junju can adapt to the fast horse galloping? A certain road, one hundred and five days of travel, very bumpy. ”

"It doesn't matter, when I was under Liu Shuai's account, I also used a saddle horse more."

Song Hongyin was surprised: "Are you Zhao Zeping, who was recommended by Liu Shizhong's good and humble prince on his deathbed?" The old man has long been famous, coming, watching, and serving tea. ”

Zhao Pu thanked him again, took Mazha and sat down, and talked to Song Hongyin with a smile. It turned out that Zhao Pu was flat, originally for the Yongxing Army Festival to make Liu Ci account, last winter, Liu Ci died of illness, on his deathbed, the above table recommended Chu Zhaofu, Zhao Pu, Wang Renzhen and others.

The two kings of Chu were grateful for Liu Ci's old kindness, and they were still in Jingzhao Mansion to deal with mundane affairs for the Liu family, treating funerals and keeping filial piety, but Zhao Pu was utilitarian and heavy, and he heard that Guo Rong was driving in person, and Yongxing military affairs were handed over, so they rushed to Huaishang non-stop, in order to make contributions.

Although Fan Zhen despised his behavior, after some conversation, he found that Zhao Pu was shrewd, familiar with military and political affairs, and quite talented, so he arranged for the post of military judge in Chuzhou and tried it first.

Zhao Pu can talk well, and he is used to being small, and as soon as he said a few words of gossip, Song Hongyin, who was amused, laughed and recognized his nephew.