PS: This is the case today, and there will be two shifts tomorrow

Speaking of which, Zhao Wuxian had dealings with many monarchs such as the Marquis of Jin, the Marquis of Qi, the Duke of Song, and Cao Bo, but he did not have much contact with the larger number of princes and gentlemen. There is only one one, that is, the prince of the Tang Kingdom who ran to Taoqiu after the death of the country, and he is beating the idea of those horses in his hands.

And the Qi Gongzi Yangsheng in front of him, he has no memory in his previous life, but he is not necessarily a small person. In the past few years in Xilu, I only heard that this is a concubine, and his deeds are not outstanding, and it is really unexpected to be able to capture him this time.

So Zhao Wuxian said with a smile: "It depends on when the big countries can stop their troops, and when the kings of the three kingdoms of Jin, Qi, and Lu can sit down and talk peace, the Zhao family can privately discuss with the Marquis of Qi about the whereabouts of the prince." Presumably, Gongzi had also heard about the deeds of Doctor Wuya Brigade when he was in Qi, and he should know the faithfulness of my handing over the ransom with one hand and the other hand. ”

Wuxian has been infected with a bit of a martial temperament in the army for a few months, and at the moment he is on both sides of the enemy and us, and he has no patience to talk nonsense with Yang Sheng. He spoke and behaved with due courtesy, but he didn't have too much respect, and he spoke directly about interests, and this kind of equal attitude made Gongzi Yangsheng uncomfortable.

According to the custom of Zhuxia, whoever captured the nobles was their special "property", which could be handed over to the monarch in exchange for rewards, or they could find a way to communicate with the enemy country and exchange the captured hostages for ransom. For example, in the Battle of Yi that year, Zhiwuzi was captured by the Chu State, and his father Zhishou fought hard and captured the prince of Chu and exchanged it with him, and also claimed: "If you don't capture other people's sons alive, how can you exchange them for my son?" ”

Gongzi Yangsheng was speechless for a while, and then his voice suddenly became high-pitched.

"Don't be so sure. There are 200,000 halberd-bearers in the Qi country, and my father is angry. Then the chariot is 3,000 rides, and the whip can cut off the water. Your little Siru can be crushed to the ground in an instant. I heard that Zhao Bing only has more than 10,000 soldiers, and Xiao Sikou has no more than 1,000 horsemen, how to resist? If you release me as soon as possible, I may be able to persuade my father and let your father and son live! Otherwise! ”

"How else?"

Wuxian glanced at him, and the faint anger contained in it almost made Yang Sheng unable to speak.

Yang Sheng's chest rose and fell violently, and after relieving himself, he simply went out and threatened loudly: "Otherwise." Dingjiao you and other foxes can't return to Shouqiu if they die! ”

……

The fox died in the first hill, this is an allusion to the Qi country, the former Qi Taigong was sealed in Yingqiu, and he and the next five generations of Qi Marquis were buried in Zongzhou after their deaths. The so-called "happy and self-generated, etiquette does not forget the original". The ancients had a saying: The fox dies at the head of the hill, and benevolence is also.

Gongzi Yangsheng is threatening that the Zhao father and son will die in a foreign country in battle, and there is no place to bury!

For a moment, there was silence in this small room, except for the sound of Mucha's gritted teeth and his sword drawn. The king humiliates the minister. Whoever insults the monarch, die!

Gongzi Yangsheng spoke very arrogantly, his head was held high, and he tried his best to show that he was neither humble nor arrogant. But Wuxian caught a glimpse of his timidity, and his legs and fingers trembled when faced with the cold light of Musha's sword.

He reached out to stop Mucha. He frowned suddenly, and then put his hand on the hilt of his sword. strode towards Gongzi Yangsheng, and was so frightened that Yangsheng's original form was revealed. In a hurry, he knocked over the case.

"You, what do you want to do, I am the prince of Qi Kingdom! Jiang surnamed Guixuan! ”

Wuxian looked at him and said lightly: "Gongzi is now a prisoner, I have a hundred ways to humiliate you, so as to retaliate against the destruction of my territory by the Qi people, but I didn't." You now eat meat, travel in a car, drink alcohol, and are treated as a guest of the Zhao family, but you insult my father and threaten me? Childe is right, this victory is not certain, but what you should be concerned about now is not this, we still have dozens of miles to go tomorrow, if you don't want to be tired and die than alive, it's better to rest early after filling your stomach! ”

After scaring Gongzi Yangsheng, who was strong on the outside, and didn't dare to move, Zhao Wuxian turned around and was about to leave, but he remembered something, turned around and smiled pleasantly:

"In that year, Song Guohuayuan was captured by the Zheng people, and Song Wengong ransomed him to Zheng Guo with a hundred chariots and four hundred beautiful horses. This person is the ruler of the Song State, and he doesn't know how much the prince of the Qi State is worth? Can it be matched. Hua Yuan escaped from prison and returned to China on his own when the ransom was half delivered, if Childe has this ability, you can give it a try! ”

Gongzi Yangsheng's face was pale, and he sat on the ground weakly, he was not tied, but he had no intention of escaping. Just because the tall and strong man in front of him stared at him after nightfall, this person seemed to be named Mu Xia, a tiger ben with a sword and shield in his hand, and a single fist could smash Yang Sheng's head into a cracked sauce jar. What's more, it was freezing on this day, even if he wanted to escape, he would not be able to find Qi Jun alive.

From beginning to end, his arrogance and unyielding were pretended, and he knew that as long as there was a young brother who was favored by his father, he would not even be able to catch up with Huayuan's price!

Since the fox and fake tiger can't intimidate the veteran Zhao Wuxian, he can only be a human knife now, and I am a fish.

When Zhao Wuxian walked out of this room, he saw the soldiers in groups of three or five, holding spears, looking up at the sky.

"Si Ko, it's snowing!"

A cold snowflake flew in the air, then another, and countless pieces fluttered one after another, and they landed on Zhao Wuxian's bun, and a heavy snow was pouring down from the dome-like dark sky.

Wuxian raised his head and let out a sigh: "Snow days are the most suitable for killing." ”

……

The snow fell intermittently for a whole day and two nights.

In the year of Ruixue Zhaofeng, it should have been wintering wheat buried under the snow, but now on the north bank of Pushui, there are some soldiers of the Qi country buried under the snow. Their limbs were frozen and their faces were bruised, and they curled up on the side of the path, painting on the road, as if they were asleep, and the road signs formed by the corpses stretched from north to south, stretching for dozens of miles.

These are the 2,000 Qi soldiers who were forcibly stripped of their warm clothes by Zhao Wuxian, driven south, and deliberately guided by Chen Heng to defect to the camp of the Qi State. After two cold and bleak nights, they froze to death a quarter and were the first victims of this winter snow. The rest of the more than 1,000 people gritted their teeth and persevered, and finally rushed to the camp of the Qi army, but they got the news that they were going on, and they couldn't help wailing.

These soldiers, who should have brought a lot of food and clothing to support, are now empty. Qi Hou was furious in his heart. After nightfall the day before yesterday, Chen Heng's news came with the winter snow. His son Yangsheng was indeed captured, and now he is taken by the Zhao family and is missing.

"It's the same concubine. Why is my son so incompetent, it's really a shame for the Qi country! ”

But after all, it is his own son, it seems that after defeating Zhao Bing, he must capture Zhao Ying alive, although his son was arrested by the other party's son, but he captured his father, which can be regarded as regaining face, and at the same time, it will not provoke Zhao to kill Yangsheng.

And the current problem is that these Qi people who have been deliberately released are cold, hungry and tired, and have become a burden to the army. The ** of survival prompted them to catch up. But he couldn't walk half a step anymore. Qi Hou thought about it, but still accepted Gao Zhang's suggestion, it was better to let them break off for themselves here.

"Anyway, the remaining furs and brown clothes of the generals will be distributed among the other generations, and each of them will carry a bamboo spear, and be given two days' rations, and rest and wait in the ruins of the plough, so that he does not have to follow him."

After defeating the main force of Zhao's soldiers, Xilu and Pu Nan would naturally surrender without a fight. When the time comes, supplies will be supplied on the spot, and it will not be too late to return north when the weather improves.

As for the others, they have to bite the head and continue to move forward in the wind and snow. Because of the stubbornness in Qi Hou's personality, he began to attack. Although Gao Zhang and others have repeatedly admonished that they should take advantage of the fact that the Qi army still has some surplus food and clothing, or storm a city to replenish their baggage, and wait for the weather to improve before deciding whether to go north or south.

This would have been a sound plan. But Zhao's temptation to reduce the focus made Qi Hou always feel that victory was in sight, and he was unwilling to give up at the last moment.

So they braved the snow day and night. Hurry up and sleep. It was only when the horses were drinking and cooking could they take a short rest—the grain officer had told Qi Hou and Gao Zhang countless times that there were only two days left for the military rations, and the wear and tear of their shoes was getting worse and worse, and many of the soldiers had no shoes to wear, so they could only wrap their feet in birch bark and rags, which were full of frostbite, and the pain was severe at each step, and the speed of the march had been greatly reduced, from thirty miles a day to twenty miles.

But Qi Hou selectively ignored these warnings.

He said disapprerovingly: "After defeating the Zhao soldiers, we can force the Xilu tribes to surrender, and when the time comes, we can collect corn and clothing on the spot, not to mention that there will be a steady stream of baggage coming from the south in Dong'e and Pingyin, and Chen Heng will open up the grain road to the north, so we can rest assured that we can go south, and there will be no big problem." ”

The Qi army then continued on their way, treading over bare rocks, through gloomy pine forests and scattered snow, and across shallow and unknown streams. Eventually, bypassing the small hill in front of you, you will find the north bank of Pushui.

In Qi Hou's mind, the Qi people faced the obstacle of snowfall, and Zhao Bing was no better. The striker reported last night that because Pushui had not yet frozen, but the water had been extremely cold, it was obvious that swimming would not be able to do it. Those Zhao soldiers were trapped here, and across the mountain, he could even hear some boiling voices.

That's right, after several days of hard work, they finally caught up with their prey!

Expecting the enemy to be the first, although the Qi people have a lot of attrition, there are still nearly 40,000 people left, more than 10,000, no, it should be less than 10,000 Zhao soldiers who have lost nearly half, three or four times more, this battle will be won, Qi Hou is full of confidence in this.

"A few miles further is Pushui, the morning food has passed, and at noon, we will go all out." When the last military meeting was held by the Marquis of Qi, the doctors were already much lonely, and there were fewer and fewer of the main fighters among them, but they were forced to perform their duties silently because of Qi Hou's insistence.

The bowstring has become difficult to use due to the snowfall, and the archers with the advantage of the Qi people may be weakened a lot, and the Zhao side is not much better, and the blade is also colder than before, will you feel the chill when you pierce into the hot human body?

"We are divided into two armies to bypass the hills, flank the Zhao soldiers, complete their work in one battle, after defeating the Zhao soldiers, we must capture Zhao Qing, and then turn back to force Xilu and Punan, and by the way, order Zhao Wuxian to send my son Yangsheng back!"

After arranging the battle order, the left and right armies went separately under the leadership of Gao Zhang and others.

Qi Hou took his guards up the hill, wanting to see the miserable appearance of Zhao Bing on the opposite side, and at the same time commanding here, enjoying the moment of victory.

But this look made him dumbfounded.

Pushui is gurgling and flowing, it is more than ten zhang wide, more than ten zhang deep, and it is indeed not frozen. But Zhao Bing was not on the north bank, but was crossing to the other bank on dozens of rudimentary boats that appeared on the river at some unknown time. When Qi Hou looked over, he happened to see the last wooden boat carrying more than a dozen Zhao soldiers breaking through the icy river and landing on the shore.

At a glance, their number has not decreased, and there are still more than 10,000 people! It obviously does not match the number of stoves counted by the ruins of Zhao Ying every day.

Ruse? Falsehood! These days, the desperate hope for victory has been completely disappointed, not only the Marquis of Qi, but also the Qi soldiers who were already ready to attack also feel empty, looking back at their generals and monarchs in confusion.

Qi Hou stood tall, the wind was very cold, and the height was unbearable, looking at the scene in front of him, he was cold and sober.

I don't know where Zhao Bing recruited the boat, it seems that it was premeditated to anchor here, but in any case, it is difficult for the Qi people to cross the river to pursue again, and to avoid attacking half-crossing, the Marquis of Qi still knows.

Anyway, we can't take any more risks, it's still too late to retreat.

"The whole army refuses to change the front team and the rear team, and withdraw the troops quickly!" I don't know if it was a quarter or a moment, when the snow fell again, Qi Hou, who had been standing on the hill for a long time, struggled to spit out these words from between his teeth.

……

On the south bank of Pushui, more than 10,000 Zhao soldiers have crossed from the north shore to the south bank with the help of the Onozawa fishing boat. Most of the ship's owners were some of Onozawa's bandits, and after successive defeats, they were forced to obey Zhao Wuxian in their clothes for a bite to eat. It took them a whole night to finish transporting their troops, and in this way they avoided the outflanking and pursuit of the superior forces of the Qi people.

Zhao Ying was also standing on the shore, the snow swirling and falling around him, and there seemed to be no sign of stopping, and he was covered with snowflakes on his shoulders, like a white coat.

According to Zhao Ying's own character, he will naturally wait for a battle on the other side, fight with Qi people in a dignified manner, and fight against Qi Houjun. However, under the persuasion of Fu Su and Post Wuzheng, he still followed the countermeasures discussed with Wuxian before, and crossed the deep Pushui River in a simple wooden boat supported by the Onozawa robbers, avoiding the edge of the Qi people.

Both Zhao Wuxian and Fu Su thought that the Zhao clan was not worth shedding too much blood for this war, and since there was a better way to consume the Qi army, why bother to do it themselves?

Winter snow, cold winds, and hunger are all good means of wearing down the enemy. After kidnapping and burning the Qi people's baggage, Zhao Wuxian had already led his highly mobile cavalry all the way to the north, destroying the Qi people's grain station and blocking the second batch of baggage that might have been sent from Pingyin. Therefore, if the Qi people turn back, they will face a road without food more than 100 miles deep, and it will take five or six days to complete it in this kind of weather.

What's worse is that they haven't taken down several cities in front, and there is no place to temporarily settle down, and Zhao Ying in the rear can also cross the river, looking for an opportunity to bite Qi people hard!

Looking at the Qi troops on the other side who were turning around and preparing to evacuate, Zhao Ying stroked his beard wet with snow and sneered: "I've been aggrieved for a long time in the past few days, and now, it's finally our turn to tiptoe and pursue!" (To be continued......)

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