Chapter 488: The Scythe Is Here Again!

Since his father Ulega was captured and sent to Chang'an under the city of Ningyuan, Mo Si inherited the throne of Kang as the eldest son. The king of a country sounds very beautiful, but in fact, the river water is cold and warm. In the autumn harvest of last year, Li Huaitang came uninvited, blatantly brought a sickle, and took away three parts of Kangguo's new grain, resulting in a serious shortage of food in Kangguo, and tens of thousands of people starved to death across the country. Fortunately, there was some grain in the past, and we were able to barely survive this year's harvest.

The wheat is finally ripe!

Mo Si was uneasy, worried that Li Huaitang would bring the sickle over again, and if his worries came true, it would be his doom.

For this reason, when the wheat first ripened, he ordered a rush to harvest it, and mobilized all the forces he could mobilize to rush it. He even went out of the city every day to monitor the progress in order to speed up the progress.

Watching the wheat and the wheat stalks being continuously sent into the city, Mo's tense nerves relaxed slightly, perhaps, it was still too late!

The most feared scene appeared inadvertently, a team of flying horses galloped in a panic, and the sound of horses' hooves was messy and impatient, which was obviously not a good thing.

"Here it is, scythe, scythe again!" The knight at the head of the group reported to Mosip with a sad face.

Mo Si was angry, grabbed the knight's chest, and asked viciously: "'Bastard' account, what sickle is coming again, you can make it clear!" ”

"Yes, yes, Li Huaitang is here!" The knight was very aggrieved, and the monarch asked knowingly.

Hearing the report, Mo Si sat on the ground in shock, his mouth like a 'hole', petrified and silent.

Li Huaitang did come, and he didn't bring a sickle with him, but the tens of thousands of farmers who came with him brought it.

The peasants, all from Shiguo, came in thousands of oxen and horse-drawn carts, like locusts and hungry wolves, and struck the golden 'colored' wheat in the fertile fields of Kangguo.

The magnates of Kangguo stood helplessly and sadly at the top of the city to watch the harvest outside the city, and the peasants paid no attention to them and concentrated on their work, as if they were working in their own wheat fields. Ning Yuan's iron cavalry is powerful and invincible, and the murderous aura is enough to provide them with enough protection, and this is exactly the case, the Kang soldiers are afraid like tigers, and they don't dare to come out to provoke them by closing the city gate, and they don't even have the courage to express their anger.

"It's over, it's over!" Mo Si 'desire' cried without tears, and his expression was close to that of an idiot.

Standing next to Mosi was his younger brother, Modou. Seeing this, he comforted: "Brother don't worry, I have a book here to solve my brother's problems." ”

"Can you eat books? I want food, not books! Mo Si didn't even have the strength to get angry, and losing food was equivalent to being sentenced to death for him.

Mo Dou was not discouraged, and continued to explain: "My book is not an ordinary book, it is all 'fine' art of war, and it is invincible!" As long as my brother gives me 20,000 soldiers and horses, keep them and have no return! ”

"Oh? What book? "Mo Si came to a little 'spirit', after all, Mo Dou was the first person he heard who dared to challenge Ning Yuan's iron cavalry, and he was not ashamed to let the other party's army be annihilated, and his ambition was not small!

Mo Dou took out a printed book from his arms, the book was not thick, and the thin one was estimated to be only a few dozen pages.

"The Art of War." Ink Bucket triumphantly raised the book in his hand.

Mo Si took a few pages and threw them back to Mo Dou, the book was full of square words, and he looked dizzy and 'flowery'.

"What kind of 'mess' is it, a book can defeat the wolf-like Ning Yuan Iron Cavalry?"

Not only Mo Si, but also the surrounding civil and military generals were disdainful. The speaker has no intention, the listener has a heart, and the interpretation of these ministers and generals is that the ink bucket is ridiculing them for their incompetence!

"Brother, listen to me, Sun Tzu is the most powerful general in the Celestial Empire, winning every battle, this book is his experience, I read it carefully, and it is indeed reasonable."

"Although, in front of us, we are a little weaker and we are mourning, and the enemy is strong but arrogant, but arrogance must not be strictly guarded. If we keep showing cowardice, they think that we dare not take the initiative to attack, and when their hearts are carried to the extreme, we will mobilize the soldiers and tell them that this is a last battle, and if we do not destroy the enemy, we will starve to death, according to this plan, the soldiers will definitely burst out of the will to fight, and then I will lead them out of the city to sneak attack, give the enemy a fatal blow, and will definitely be able to defeat and regain the food! ”

"This is called the strategy of arrogance of the enemy and the principle that the mourning soldiers will win."

The ink fountain is endless, and all are the way.

"Sneak attack? You're not crazy, are you? "General Koch looked at the ink fountain like a monster.

Mo Dou snorted coldly and replied unceremoniously: "Even you can't think of it, let alone the enemy." Isn't it precisely what we want to be unprepared? ”

"You?!" Koch was generalized, blushing and wanting to fight back, but was speechless.

"Well, that makes sense." Murmur's interest grew, and he seemed to see a glimmer of hope, so he retrieved the "god" book from Inkdou's hand and flipped through it, even though he didn't understand the meaning of the square words at all.

Ministers and generals were also infected, and they all looked at the book of salvation in the hands of the monarch.

"Wait," some people are here to find fault, "we have this book, it's hard to guarantee that Li Huaitang doesn't have it, if he also reads it, wouldn't it be possible for us to fall into the trap?" ”

"Yes, yes," the generals echoed, gloating, especially the main general Koch.

Seeing that the stage was demolished, Mo Dou was not angry, but on the contrary, he was very proud.

"You don't understand, do you? This is an in-house printed copy, not for takeout, I bought it from a businessman, and according to him, it was distributed only by the top of the Tang Army. ”

At the critical moment, Mo Si eliminated objections and adopted his brother's idea. Horizontal and vertical is death, he has no choice, it is better to give it a go.

Harvesting such a vast wheat field is not a matter of one or two days, it takes at least half a month. Li Huaitang simply set up camp more than 20 miles east of Samarkand, and the harvested wheat was constantly transported here, and then loaded into a carriage and transported back to Zhezhi City. Far more wheat was harvested than was carried away, and gradually the wheat was piled up in the camp.

Li Huaitang inspected the harvest site and looked at the gradually shrinking sea of wheat, and his heart was very happy.

On the edge of the wheat field, Li Huaitang met Zhang Qiu. Zhang Qiu is now a knight in the general's cavalry, and his mission today is to provide protection for the farmers.

Along with Zhang Qiu were nearly a hundred knights, except for a few sentinels, the rest gathered in one place to abandon their horses and rest, or lie down or sit. Only Zhang Qiu was holding a book in his hand and reading it intently.

"General!"

The soldiers noticed Li Huaitang's arrival and stood up one after another to salute. Zhang Qiu woke up from the book and stood up.

Li Huaitang returned the salute and motioned for the soldiers to relax, and just walked to Zhang Qiu's side.

"What books are you reading?"

"The Art of War!" Zhang Qiu replied loudly.

"Oh? Let me see. Li Huaitang took the book in Zhang Qiu's hand and flipped through it, it was really Sun Tzu's Art of War. The first page is also printed: Interior Only.

Pei Xiaoniang's printing workshop printed a total of two books for Ningyuan Tieqi last year, one is "Thousand Words" written by Pei Xiaoniang, and the other is "The Art of War".

Zhang Qiu worked very hard, learned 2,000 Chinese characters in half a year, and began to transfer Sun Tzu's Art of War, the more he read, the more energetic he became, and his interest became stronger and stronger.

"Well, yes, have you finished reading it? Any thoughts? Li Huaitang was full of interest, Zhang Qiu was personally transferred to the general's ride, it was rare for him to be so studious, and he felt very relieved.

Zhang Qiu seemed a little embarrassed, and Ai Ai said: "This, it's a bit profound, I can't understand several places." ”

Li Huaitang said with a smile: "That's it, after you go back, I recommend you to join the military department of the military academy." ”

"Thank you, General!" Zhang Qiu's face was flushed and very agitated, and it was obvious that the general had the intention to cultivate him.

The soldiers present all cast envious glances, they did not expect that they could also read a book to make a name. Now the literacy rate is popularized in the army, and most of the soldiers think that this is a redundant move and do not take it seriously, in their minds, only brilliant military exploits are the last word, and the knife has its own grain, cattle, sheep, farmland, and 'women'.

Taking Zhang Qiu as an example, the studious soldier saw another way, and the competitiveness of promotion based on military merit alone was quite large, and if it was appreciated by the general, it would be a shortcut. It seems that the general prefers his subordinates who are both civil and military, such as Wang Zhonghe, Bai Xiaode, etc., and the promotion is not generally fast, and now, Zhang Qiu seems to have entered the general's eyes, and Zhang Qiu was still illiterate like them years ago. It turned out that the opportunity was around me, waiting for me to reach out and grab it.

Li Huaitang has always encouraged the soldiers to learn Tang dialect and Chinese characters, since he encountered the example of Zhang Qiu, he inevitably gave the soldiers an inspirational lesson, until the scout brought the news about the envoy of Kang Guo's peace, Li Huaitang said goodbye to the soldiers.

The messenger of Kang brought gold and silver for ten camels.

"Just a yellow and white thing wants me to quit the army?" Li Huaitang sneered at the terrified messenger.

The messenger replied tremblingly, "Our monarch means to pay tribute every year at such a value, as long as the general lets us live." ”

Li Huaitang was silent, staring at the envoy silently, as if he wanted to see through his heart, and his aggressive 'forced' eyes suppressed the envoy of Kangguo sweating profusely.

"Lord, if the general is not satisfied, my monarch is still willing to provide 5,000 strong slaves......"

"Phew!" Bai Xiaode, who was on the side, couldn't help but interrupt what the envoy of Kang Guo said, "You can't support so many people, don't you send us a burden?" ”

"No," the messenger wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, eager to defend himself.

"Needless to say, I have made up my mind, you go back and tell Mo Si that I only need food, and let him take care of it." Li Huaitang did not give the envoy a chance and overbearingly ended the so-called peace talks.

As for the gold and silver of the ten camels, Li Huaitang automatically ignored it, and the soldiers under his command naturally knew what to do, and now Ning Yuan was minting his own coins, and he urgently needed precious metals, and there was no reason to return the 'meat' sent to his mouth.

As soon as the envoy of Kang Guo left, the envoy of Shi Guo came again, and also brought a large amount of gold and silver.

For Shi Guo, Li Huaitang is not interested in it for the time being, as long as they obediently pay tribute, let them fend for themselves for a while. Please keep in mind the URL, if you like "War Owl in Tang" written by the wolf under the moon