Nearly two hundred miles south of Thang Long City, in the camp of the Mo army of Annam, the sun was setting, and a burst of cooking smoke rose faintly.

The soldiers in the camp were almost all sitting around the earthen stove, waiting to eat the food cooked in the pot.

There is actually nothing in the pot, just a small half pot of rice and a large pot of water.

Of course, if you are diligent, you will pick some wild vegetables or catch some fish, but even if you add these things, the result is only half-dried porridge, and it is almost impossible to fill your stomach.

Annan is not rich in the first place, coupled with the years of war, most of the farmland has been deserted, and it is already very good to be able to eat half full at this time, and the common people have no choice but to find wild vegetables or something to satisfy their hunger.

The Mo army has been stationed here for nearly a month, it's not that they don't want to wave their army south and go straight to Qinghua, the main reason is that the terrain near Qinghua is too complicated, and the Zheng army is particularly good at sneak attacks, they have tried to attack the south several times, either ambushed or cut off the food route, each time they are embarrassed to return, and the war has also reached a stalemate.

In the tent, the interim coach Mo Wenming was sitting there in a daze.

His ability to lead troops to fight is actually not very good, and even he doesn't like the military career, usually, he likes to read, chant poetry, and do something right, not so much that he is a military general is better than that he is a literati, but Mo Dengyong sent him to command the army, just because he is Mo Dengyong's own nephew, he is the most unambitious in the Mo family.

What he was thinking about at this time was not a question of fighting at all, and he didn't think about leading the army south to attack the Zheng clan, because when Mo Dengyong left, he told him that as long as he held the camp, he didn't have to do anything else.

He was thinking about the fate of the Mo clan at this time, because the Zheng clan repeatedly sent envoys to Da Ming, asking Da Ming to send troops to fight against the Mo clan, and after three and five times, Da Ming finally sent troops.

Da Ming is the upper kingdom of the Celestial Empire, and the Ming army is almost invincible in their impression, if Da Ming really wants to clean up the Mo clan, they Mo clan will be finished.

They all know this very well, so at this time, his uncle Mo Dengyong has already gone to Daming to ask for surrender in person, and he doesn't know what the result will be.

He was sitting there in a daze, when a hurried sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded outside, and after a while, a herald with a command flag on his back hurriedly walked in, knelt down on one knee and bowed his hand: "Report, the emperor has set out from Thang Long at the hour of Chen, and will arrive at the camp before sunset." ”

The emperor is Mo Dengyong, because the emperor Mo Fuhai at this time is already the third generation of the Mo family.

Didn't the emperor go to Daming to ask for surrender, why did he come back so soon?

When Mo Wenming heard this, he hurriedly got up and went out of the tent, asked people to prepare horses, and immediately summoned a group of generals and guards to the north to greet him.

Sure enough, he had just run less than five miles from the north gate of the camp, and a dense sound of horses' hooves sounded in front of him, which must have been the arrival of the imperial ancestor.

However, what is strange is that the emperor did not take a sedan chair, nor did he take a car, and he didn't even bring a flag guard of honor, but he brought dozens of horses and rushed to this side.

What's going on?

Mo Wenming greeted him with surprise on his face, and arched his hand on horseback and said, "See the Imperial Ancestor." ”

It's not that he has a lot of soldiers under his command, Mo Dengyong was just a fisherman before he was developed, so he didn't take etiquette so seriously, especially for the children of the Mo clan, he was even more cordial, even if they met in the Shenglong Imperial City, they didn't have to bow down, let alone outside this military camp.

Mo Dengyong didn't feel any disrespect on his face, but pointed to a mighty general beside him with a smile on his face and said: "Civilization, this is General Yu Dayouyu, the chief military officer of Guangxi in the Ming Dynasty, don't hurry up to see him." ”

The chief officer of the Ming Dynasty!

In terms of real strength, I am afraid that it is even stronger than King Annam!

When Mo Wenming heard this, he hurriedly turned over and dismounted, knelt down on one knee and arched his hand: "Little King Mo Wenming see General Yu." ”

Seeing this, Yu Dayou hurriedly flew off the horse, grabbed his arm and lifted it up, and said again and again: "No need to be polite, no need to be polite." ”

Mo Wenming was really a little flattered, wasn't it rumored that the officials of the Ming Dynasty were quite arrogant, why was this so kind?

Seeing this, Mo Dengyong on the side couldn't help laughing and said: "You still call yourself Xiao Wang, hahahaha, your prince is not the Ming Dynasty, but you don't dare to call yourself Xiao Wang in front of General Yu." ”

When Mo Wenming heard this, he couldn't help but be embarrassed.

Yu Dayou shook his head and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, the so-called local customs, you don't have to pay so much attention to the title or something." ”

Mo Dengyong also dared to joke like this because Yu Dayou was honest and honest, if Yang Cong was here, he probably wouldn't dare to laugh, let alone laugh so loudly.

After everyone said a few words of greeting, they went straight to the camp together, and after coming to the handsome tent, Mo Dengyong ordered someone to take out the map, spread it on the handsome table, and gave in to Yu Dayouqian, and then stood in front of the handsome table with Yu Dayou, staring at the map carefully.

Yu Dayou looked at it for a while, and then asked solemnly: "Master Mo, how many troops have you stationed here, and what about the Zheng family's troops?" ”

Mo Dengyong did not shy away from saying: "We have stationed nearly 100,000 troops here, and the Zheng clan, according to the situation of scouts and many major battles, there are at least 50,000 horses. ”

100,000 against 50,000, why not attack?

Yu Dayou couldn't help but be curious: "Master Mo, there doesn't seem to be any city along the way, why don't you lead the army to Qinghua?" ”

Mo Dengyong shook his head helplessly and said: "Alas, the general doesn't know, this Zheng clan was originally a wealthy clan in Qinghua, which can be said to be deeply rooted in Qinghua, and they are particularly good at ambushes and sneak attacks. We really have no choice but to stay here. ”

When Yu Dayou heard this, he couldn't help frowning and said, "What do you mean by the Zheng family's use of the geographical advantage to block layer by layer?" ”

Mo Dengyong nodded again and again: "Yes, there are low mountains for dozens of miles ahead, and the roads are narrow, which is extremely unfavorable for the passage of the army, plus their Zheng clan has been operating here for more than a hundred years, and they are extremely familiar with this terrain, and we will suffer as soon as we rush in!" ”

When Yu Dayou heard this, he couldn't help but stare at the map and fall into deep thought.

"Sun Tzu's Art of War" has clouds, "Mountains and forests, dangers, and frustrations, all those who are difficult to follow are pan-land; "If you go wide", it is not suitable for war, not to mention that the enemy is very familiar with this, and he wants to haunt you here.

What should I do, the Governor has confessed, and he must help the Mo clan take Thanh Hoa and destroy the Zheng clan within a month!

"If you don't do it, you can change to another path".

Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but look around Qinghua.

To the east of Thanh Hoa is the sea!

When he saw the markers on the map, his eyes lit up.

This is not a reckless mountain like Yong'an Prefecture, but a low hill, and the seaside should be passable.

He pondered for a moment, then asked, "Is it possible to pass on the eastern coast?" ”

Mo Dengyong couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, he really didn't think about it when he bypassed the sea, because Thanh Hoa was in the south of Thang Long, and the coast was in the east of Thang Long, although it was not far from the south to go around by the sea, but the road was at least twice as long, and there were many hills between Thang Long and the coastline, and it was extremely inconvenient to transport grain and grass, so he had never thought of going to the sea before.

Doesn't this General Yu know how much grain an army of 100,000 consumes in a day?

He couldn't help reminding: "General, the seaside is passable, but the transportation of grain and grass is extremely inconvenient, and the grain consumed by 100,000 troops in a day is not a little." ”

Unexpectedly, Yu Dayou didn't care and said: "What does this matter, you can prepare the grain and pile it up along the Yuanjiang River in the east of Shenglong City, and we will naturally help you transport it when the time comes." ”

When Mo Dengyong heard this, his eyes lit up, yes, the Daming Navy Division has hundreds of warships, although they can't directly participate in the war, but there is no problem at all to help transport food.

The problem of transporting this grain has been solved, and it is simply unimpeded to go to the seaside!

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