At dawn, Chuzhou, the old camp of the Nanjing army was silent.

Everyone knows that maybe today, or tomorrow, no later than five days, the main force of the thief army will come over

。

But everyone is not worried, fighting is just a matter for the main soldiers, we are all military households, farming is a good hand, go into battle to kill the enemy, then forget it.

When you go to the battlefield, that's actually what happened. Anyway, when the time comes, those generals will rush forward with their subordinates, and if they win, everyone will follow and chase forward. If we can't win, let's just turn the head and run away from the.

For the soldiers, the war really has nothing to do with them, and in fact, the officers do not expect them to play a role.

As far as the entire old battalion of the Nanjing Army is concerned, there are 50,000 horses on the surface, but in fact they belong to different guard posts, and there are only a few thousand soldiers who can kill people with knives. Others, most of whom served as auxiliaries in the battalion, were coolies who didn't want money. 、

Since the officers did not let everyone go out early in the morning to meet the enemy, everyone was happy to have a leisure.

As for the officers in the army, they also know that the big war is just around the next few days. However, since the Fengyang Incident, the imperial court has fought extremely smoothly against the thief army, especially after Gao Jie in Shaanxi took away most of the elite main force of the camp and was recruited, the thief army was even more demoralized. As a result, the main force of the thief army cowering in the mountainous area at the junction of Henan and Nanjing could not survive, so they ventured east to eat the army.

Since the beginning of the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, it has been almost a month now, and the attack of the thief army has been extremely unsmooth. First of all, he hit Luzhou, not grams. Walk and state, not gram. attacked Jiangpu again, met Fan Jingwen's Nanjing army, and had no choice but to turn to Chuzhou.

The three battles of the thief army were all fruitless, and the Ming army did not even suffer any losses.

In this way, the officers of the Ming Dynasty felt that the thief army was just like that, just a group of rogue peasants, although they coerced many homeless people, it was not worth mentioning.

Moreover, in the past, most of the main forces of the imperial court to suppress the Kou were border troops, and the Nanjing Army had never met with the thief army before, so they felt contempt in their hearts. I feel that to deal with this group of peasants called Hanako, as long as you set up a position and rush, the enemy will obediently disperse.

Not only did the generals think so, but even Fan Jingwen thought the same way.

Fan Shangshu was an official in the second grade, as the general manager of all the soldiers and horses in Nanjing, and as soon as he joined the army with Lu Xiangsheng, he took over the command of the army on the grounds that Nanjing's troops were superior and the army's grain and straw were supplied by Nanjing, and he was gearing up to make immortal achievements in Chuzhou

。 He was old, he had lost the favor of the emperor, and knew that if he did nothing, he would retire from the position of Shangshu in two or three years at most, and return to his hometown to retire for the elderly.

retired and went home to be a squire, which is more uncomfortable than killing him for Fan Jingwen, who has held a lot of power and has been beautiful all his life.

Therefore, this battle of Chuzhou can be said to be the last chance in his life.

Because of this, yesterday he endured the filth on the ground and came to the barracks for an afternoon to inspect the military situation to comfort the soldiers and check the military situation. After all, he is a civilian official, and he doesn't know anything about things in the barracks, and he has been busy for a long time, as if it has no effect, but he is tired half to death.

When people are tired, they don't like to use their brains.

After returning from Sun Yuan's Ningxiang camp, the first thing Fan Jingwen did was to ask his subordinates to boil a large bucket of hot water and bathe and change clothes. When I changed into clean clothes and sat by the fire, I felt much more comfortable.

But when he remembered that when he was in the Ningxiang camp, he remembered that those soldiers were sitting in the dirty muddy water, but Fan Jingwen shivered in his heart: dirty, it's too dirty.

When he first led the troops, Fan Jingwen also ambitiously wanted to emulate Fan Zhongyan, his own family in the Northern Song Dynasty, and make a famous name for Fan Da Laozi on the battlefield. But now, looking at the mud outside the tent, I miss Nanjing's clean bluestone streets, exquisite food, slender singers, dry carpets, and the clear and transparent, blue Qinhuai River.

"After all, I'm also old, and I'm getting a lot of twilight." Fan Jingwen sighed in his heart, reached out and touched his beard, and looked at the dirty outside: "This land is too rotten, just like a vegetable garden." ”

I couldn't help but take out "The Art of War", turn a page casually, and look at it, it is "Combat Chapter", "The poverty of the country is far from the teacher, and the people are poor if they are far away." Those who are close to the teacher are expensive, and if they are expensive, the people will be exhausted, and if the wealth is exhausted, they will be anxious to serve. Strength and wealth, the Central Plains is empty at home. The people's expenses are seven out of ten; Public expenses, broken armies and horses, armor and crossbows, halberds and shields, and oxen carts, six out of ten. Therefore, wisdom will be eaten by the enemy. Eat the enemy for one minute, and be my twenty bells; One stone, when I twenty stones. ”

My heart suddenly moved, and I sighed in my heart: Yes, our army's heavy grain and straw are all supplied by Nanjing, and twenty stones of grain and grass are sent to Chuzhou from Nanjing, and it is good to have three or five stones left. In such a war, our army cannot afford to consume it. And thieves can rob places and eat with soldiers, and this battle is really unfair.

Still, that's fine. If it weren't for me, Fan Jingwen, who stuck the grain of my army, Lu Xiangsheng would not have given me all the power to unify the army

。

This is my Fan Jingwen's chance.

After a long day of fire, and a long day of reading "Sun Tzu", tossing until midnight, Fan Jingwen fell asleep in a hazy way.

As for how to fight the decisive battle that was about to begin, he didn't think much about it.

Anyway, when the time comes, pull the army out and rush forward with an order.

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Fan Jingwen even if he is dull and does not know the soldiers, and has been the secretary of the Nanjing Military Department for so many years, .cc [marshmallow] also knows that the grain transportation line needs to be protected by the army, and in the combat chapter of "Sun Tzu's Art of War", the significance of grain for combat is very clear.

Moreover, the reason why Fan Jingwen was able to snatch the military power from Lu Xiangsheng and be the commander of the war against the thief army was not because he pinched the food pocket of the Ming army, but because Lu Inspector retreated into the background for the unity and stability of the army.

In order to send grain and grass from Nanjing to the Chuzhou front line in the future, the baggage team needed to make a detour to Lai'an, more than 300 miles round trip. These days, tens of thousands of people are busy like ants on the road.

After a few days of spring rain, the road was rotten, and the logistics could not keep up.

There was no way, the baggage team even lit torches and hurried away overnight.

At this moment, Tang Wenxing was standing at the Chushui pontoon bridge with a hundred soldiers, looking at the crowded grain carts on the bridge and frowning.

The speed was too slow, it had rained for so many days, the roads were muddy and difficult to walk, and the people were really hard. Rushing overnight again, many people were so tired that they foamed at the mouth, and fell asleep while walking, and then an upside-down onion was squeezed off the bridge by the people behind and fell into the cold and biting water.

Strange to say, it rained for several days in a row, and the water did not rise, and it still only reached the position of the horse's belly. In the same way, although the Master and his son continued to fall into the water, no one drowned. Otherwise, the first person to die in the big war is really unlucky.

In the past, Tang Wenxing had never seen what was going on with an army of tens of thousands of people, and when he used to read history, the book often referred to the decisive battle of hundreds of thousands of troops. Because it's all numbers, he doesn't feel anything

。

But after entering the Nanjing military camp, he was shocked by this real army.

Not to mention anything else, with so many people, just piling up a daily feces is a small mountain. It's still winter, and if it's summer, I don't know what it will look like.

Because they had been stationed in Chuzhou for more than 10 days, the grain and grass in the barracks were no longer enough, and they had to rely on Nanjing's continuous daily delivery.

If something goes wrong, there is no need to fight this battle, and our army will be too hungry to hold a knife in the first place.

Looking at the still noisy river beach, Tang Wenxing only put his hand on the handle of the knife, and didn't have the strength to say a word.

Dredging the pontoon bridge, supervising the people's husbands to transport grain, and preparing food for the masters, he only felt that his eyelids couldn't stop fighting, and he walked as if he was stepping on cotton, and he felt weak for a while.

"I thought I would come to the battlefield to get meritorious deeds, but I thought that the battlefield was a place where my generation spent his blood to serve the court and serve the monarch. I Tang Wenxing has honored my ancestors, and even sacrificed my blood at the expense of not disappointing the word soup in my name. But I don't want to, when I really get to the battlefield, everything is so boring. There is no flesh and blood, no Jin Ge Iron Horse, there are just endless trivial things, endless skins and shouting throats with the people. This...... Not what I wanted! ”

At this moment, Tang Wenxing suddenly remembered the days in Nanjing, the wine house and the storyteller in Nanjing, and the fragrant noodles at the small noodle stall in front of his house...... But right here, in this damn riverbank, it's so hard to get a bite of a hot meal.

I knew that I wouldn't have come to Chuzhou, I'm a good noble son, what kind of officer will I be!

Now that it's like this, there is no way to fight at all, so how can you make contributions?

Yes, although I am also a noble son, my background is not very good. Even if there is a benefit in the future, it will be shared by others. And this dirty and tiring work is pushed on my head. When I was sleeping outside, they were probably still sleeping soundly in the big tent of the Chinese army and the city of Chuzhou!

But what can I do, who told me that I was from a bad background! Otherwise, the ghost is willing to come here to suffer?

In fact, the background of the noble sons who came to serve in Fan Jingwen's army was not much better than that of Tang Wenxing, and there was no possibility of inheriting the family business, so he thought about coming to Chuzhou to make some merits and find a good messenger. It's just that although others are concubines, they are also entered into the family tree

。 I, Tang Wenxing, was born of a firework woman, and my status was lower than that of a slave in the Guogong Mansion.

Thinking of his mother, who had passed away for many years, Tang Wenxing felt a slight pain in his heart.

His surname is Tang, and he is a noble son from Nanjing. Even if you are stupid, you know that he comes from a famous family.

That's right, Tang Wenxing's ancestor was Tang He, the lord of Xinguo, the lord of Ming Taizu when he founded the country.

This time I came to Chuzhou, like other noble children, I wanted to see if I could take some credit in this victory that could be said to have been predetermined. It's a pity that because of his humble status, other noble children don't regard him as their own.

On a cold day, he was sent out to supervise the transportation of baggage, and drank the northwest wind all night.

But what can he do, if he wants to mix in the circle of nobles, he can't help but bow his head.

The sky had completely opened, and my hands and face had already been frozen to the point that I didn't feel anything. After a busy night, everyone had no strength, whether it was a soldier or a man, they didn't bother to speak, this is the most tired moment for a person.

A gust of wind struck, and the flags that were still hanging in the old camp around him whistled and unfurled at the same time. At this time, Tang Wenxing felt a void under his feet, and he stumbled.

At the same time, there are fine water droplets on the face. Strange to say, these droplets carry a hint of warmth.

"It's raining again, thief." Like everyone else, Tang Wenxing was annoyed by the muddy road.

He stretched out his hand to wipe it, but he touched the sludge in his hand.

Taken aback, he looked ahead, but the gust of wind was black, mixed with thousands of muddy water the thickness of cow hair.

The feet are even weaker, and the sewage on the ground is constantly rippling.

In the gray-black wind, Tang Wenxing suddenly thickened when he drove to the distant horizon. After a few moments, a black torrent filled the eyes with a loud roar.

There were black heads everywhere, and flags fluttering everywhere.

The army of thieves is coming.

Only then did Tang Wenxing know that he had just stumbled, and the weakness under his feet was not due to tiredness, but caused by the shaking of the ground

。

The countless thieves were so dense that they couldn't see the edge at a glance. The weapons in their hands shimmered in the light of the sky, and they all walked forward in silence. Stepping on the ground, the splashed muddy water fluttered in the wind, and in an instant, it was like a dragon winding over the earth.

Because he had never been an officer before, Tang Wenxing didn't know how many enemies there were, and he couldn't think about it. The whole rumbling sound has sounded to the bones, making people feel crispy.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" Tang Wenxing screamed loudly.

I opened my mouth and took another big bite of the earthy morning light.

With his shout, more cries rose and fell in the old camp, responding to each other. The big drums sounded, the artillery roared, and the old camp of the Nanjing Army of the Ming Dynasty, which had been sleeping soundly before, boiled in an instant, and the barefoot soldiers came out of the tent with weapons and ran forward in the mud. Others stuck their heads out of their tents in confusion; "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Some people are asking: "Are you going to fight, are you going to fight?" ”

One officer after another rode through the battalion, looking for their part: "Assemble, assemble!" ”

"The soldiers of the Nanjing Jiangfang Battalion, come here, come here!"

"Dahewei, Dahewei, fuck go to Beizhaimen."

"Jianyangwei, Jianyangwei, get up, get up for Lao Tzu."

……

On the river beach, the people are already in chaos.

Tang Wenxing also reacted, pulled out his waist knife and rushed forward with a sonorous sound, shouting as he ran: "Don't mess with the baggage team, push the grain cart off the bridge for me, don't block the pontoon bridge, and retreat to the east bank." The old camp is a little chaotic, and the other soldiers will follow me to meet them and stop the thief army for a while. ”

Chushui just made a sharp turn here, just located in the salient, if the thief army came to attack, Tang Wenxing and others would bear the brunt.

Although he didn't understand military affairs, he also knew that the old camp was a little chaotic, and he couldn't organize it in a short time. At the moment, all he needs to do is buy time for the main force.

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