Chapter 243: The Battle Situation in the South

In the south of the Zhou State, a heavy city built according to danger to guard against the Jiaozhi Kingdom, Mi'an.

The army of the Cochin Kingdom climbed like ants under the city and climbed up the city. Countless arrows, rolling wood and stones, slanted down. Gradually, the war fell into a stalemate.

In the city of Mi'an, soldiers rushed quickly to the official mansion.

"Report ...... Lord Qiyu Taishou, who has just handed over the army of the country, suddenly stormed my Mi'an City."

"Report ...... The north gate is urgent, please hurry up and send troops to support."

"Report ...... Simon is in a hurry, please hurry up and send troops to support."

"Report ...... The south gate is urgent, please hurry up and send troops to support."

"Report ...... The east gate is in an emergency, please hurry up and send troops to support."

Standing Taishou, the civil and military officials below. Thinking of the current situation, they all frowned.

A man dressed as a civil official saluted the Taishou sitting on the main seat: "My lord, our Mi'an City has been besieged by the army of the Jiaozhi State for more than a month. The road is impassable, and the grain and grass of the imperial court cannot be transported in. Xia Guan just went to the treasury and tapped it. At the rate of one gruel per day, it is now consumed. At most, it can only last for ten days."

"My lord, the soldiers only eat one gruel a day, and now they have more than 20 days. If we still insist on waiting for help, I am afraid it is not a good solution." A military general bowed, and his tone was very hurried. For more than 20 days, they only had one gruel a day, and they were so hungry that their chests were close to their backs. While enduring hunger, and at the same time having to deal with it, the attack of the Cochin country has long been miserable. If it weren't for Lord Taishou, his prestige would be very high. I'm afraid that Mi'an has already fallen. But even so, with the current situation, I am afraid that it will be difficult to hold on for a long time.

Mu An thought of the current battle situation, although he was worried in his heart, but his face was the same as usual. Looking at the one in front of him, a group of subordinates: "Do you have any good strategies, you can teach your own officials to solve the crisis in front of you."

"Lord Taishou, why don't we break through. Now there is not much grain and grass left in the treasury. We are holding on, and there is no other way but to starve to death." As soon as these words came out, the Mi'an officials nodded their heads one after another.

"Xia Guan agrees with breaking through, instead of being trapped alive and starving to death, it is better to kill out, maybe there is still a way to live."

"For more than 20 days, there was only one gruel a day. Such a day can only last for ten days. Xia Guan suggested that it was better to wait for the soldiers to repel this attack on Jiaozhi. The adults opened the treasury and asked the soldiers to trim it a little, and after a full meal, they broke through directly."

"At this time, only breaking through and preserving strength is the best policy."

A military general looked at the talkative Mi'an officials, and his eyes gradually became cold: "If you want to break through the siege, you will break through by yourself, and I will have 30,000 Jinling troops to live and die with Mi'an."

"With you alone, there are more than 20,000 people in Mi'an. I'll see you guys, how to break through. This city is under the country of Jiaozhi, with an army of 250,000 people, and it is blockaded." Another general, a sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth. It seems that the long-term peace has made Mi'an's officials lose their blood. Like them, the Jinling Army would receive military orders from time to time to go to the sea to assist the sailors in battle.

The Mi'an official was furious, and immediately scolded the friendly troops coming from Jinling.

Mu An slapped the table heavily, and the officials under him, whether it was Mi'an or Jinling. They all shuddered, and suddenly quieted down: "You don't need to say much, you understand the situation in the court now. If we can delay here for a while longer, then the possibility of resolving the crisis will be a little greater. If Mi'an City is lost, Mizhou will be owned by Jiaozhi. I looked south, and the hinterland was opened. When I returned from the vast sea, I was afraid that the whole south would have been eroded. I'll be the sinner of the ages in the history books."

"Lord Taishou, the most terrible thing is not the erosion of the south. Rather, it is the three kingdoms of Tibet, Western Xia, and Liao, and hearing that Jiaozhi won, it will have a chain reaction. When the time comes, the danger of destroying the country is just around the corner." A civil official hurriedly agreed. Between the eyebrows, there is a trace of sorrow.

Another civil official saluted Mu An and the officials: "Please also ask your colleagues, for the sake of the national crisis." Put away a different kind of mind, and live and die with the city and the country".

"This is true, but now the situation is critical, and it is already a little difficult for us to rely on the Mi'an garrison alone. I don't know if you, Jinling allies, can go up to the city to guard now." A military general of Mi'an, asking the civilian official.

There was a military general next to the civil official, who saluted Mu An: "My Jinling 30,000 troops have been repaired, and I ask Taishou to give an order to let us go to the city to guard."

"Okay, this official ordered you to wait for the Jinling army and quickly go to the city to guard. Now the national disaster is at the head, and life and death are on the line. I hope you can put aside your old suspicions and join hands to meet the enemy." Mu An looked at the officials under him, Mi'an on one side and Jinling on the other, and couldn't help but feel a little headache. If it weren't for himself, he would still have a bit of prestige. I don't know what chaos will happen in Mi'an City right now. I only hope that this danger of destroying the country can be passed quickly. I don't know what the imperial court will do now, and what kind of plans it will have for Mi'an and the entire south.

A group of military generals in Jinling saluted respectfully to Mu An: "The last general will obey the order of the Lord Taishou, and then go to the city to guard Mi'an."

A group of Jinling generals rushed out and went straight to the military camp in the city.

"Lord Taishou, now that there is not much food left in the city, is it really that after ten days, we will not be able to starve to death." Mi'an's officials, looking at the generals of Jinling, all walked out, and said bitter persuasion to Mu An.

"Please think twice about this, my lord."

"Rather than die in battle, we should preserve our strength and wait for the opportunity to move."

"At such a critical juncture, we must not be brave."

Mu An looked at the subordinates in front of him, and was immediately furious, pulled out his sword, and cut off a corner of the table: "The city is in the people, and the city is dead." Those who dare to speak more are like this table, and the head of the owl is displayed to the public. Pass the order, a bowl of gruel every day, those who dare to drink one more mouthful, those who dare to say that they break through the siege, and those who dare to cholera the heart of the army."

"The lower officials and others must obey the orders of the lords." Looking at the murderous Mu An, three words in a row, the officials were shocked in their hearts and bowed down to receive the order.

The sound of a loud horn resounded through Mi'an, and 30,000 Jinling troops rushed to the city wall. In an instant, the arrows became denser and slanted downward. One by one, the soldiers were again crushed under the city walls.

Boulders and large trees were pushed under the city by countless soldiers. Ladders were overturned.

The two sides fought for half a day, and the sound of gold came from the country of Jiaozhi. A Cochin soldier retreated to the base camp like a tide.

When the last Jiaozhi soldier disappeared in front of him, there was no cheering in the city of Mian, only silence. A bowl of gruel a day already made them weak. At this time, I experienced a half-day war, where is there still half of the strength. One by one, they were lying on the city wall. Smelling the battlefield, the unique bloody atmosphere, quietly recovering his strength. (To be continued.) )