Chapter 127: Autumn and Winter are Impermanent

When Mingjin closed the drum, Murong Chong was on top of the war horse, and led the soldiers into Luoyang City, everyone's eyes were filled with incredible surprises, and some soldiers couldn't help but shout the words "Long live Dayan", which was the joy of the lost and recovered old city, which was difficult to hide and suppress.

One person rises, and ten thousand people scream.

"Long live Dayan!"

"Long live the King of Zhongshan!"

Gao Ruqing rode behind Murong Chong, she looked at his majestic back, at this moment, the royal light he exuded made it difficult for her to get close, or more precisely, to make her completely surrender.

Just like the high cover on both sides of her and Su Qinchong, she is willing to follow Mingjun and make contributions.

On this night, Dayan's iron hooves trampled through the darkness of Luoyang, witnessing this glorious battle.

Soldiers, treacherous ways.

Murong Chong's subordinates only had 48,000 soldiers, and it was difficult to compete with Zhang Hao's army of 100,000.

Tonight, the fog was heavy and blurry, and Murong Chong asked Su Qinchong's 40,000 soldiers to tie branches to the horse's tail in advance, and when the horse's tail swayed from side to side, it would create a dusty scene. Under the cover of darkness and fog, in order to strengthen the formation of thousands of troops.

Obviously, this trick has won the psychological warfare of the Qin army with fewer feints and more.

However, the most important thing is the people, Luoyang City has enough grain and grass, and Zhengzhou as a supply, which is suitable for protracted war; And the Yan army came from a long distance, with limited food and grass, and he didn't think that Murong Yue would give him support, if he couldn't fight quickly, they might be completely annihilated by the Qin army.

In this battle, the most important thing is whether or not the Qin army's grain and grass can be cut off.

Yuan Xiang led the army day and night, attacking Zhengzhou before him, and first cut off Zhengzhou's grain and grass. In addition to the Yan army guarding Zhengzhou, the Yan army led by Han Yan to pretend to be the Qin army, infiltrated Luoyang City, burned the grain and grass in the city, and completely cut off Zhang Oyster's hope.

However, Zhang Hao is suspicious and cautious, even if they pretend to be the Qin army, at this tense time, they will carefully check the army entering Luoyang City.

Therefore, Han Yan has become a crucial figure.

Han Yan is smart and sleek, and his career has risen to the rank of deputy general in Zhengzhou. Only by infiltrating the court of the Qin State can the Qin State be given a fatal blow at a critical time.

Heaven and man are one, soldiers are united, why worry about not winning the war?

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Seven hours ago the state was annexed

"Duan Sui, you haven't told me what happened to the recruitment?" Song Ling was still worried about the recruitment, and she didn't know why, she vaguely felt that Duan Sui seemed to have something to hide from her.

Her doubts quietly reflected in his eyes, he glanced at her with a light smile, and then said lightly, "Everything has been done, we should also rush back to Guanzhong." ”

"Done?" Song Ling asked incredulously.

The doubts in her heart still hovered in her heart.

Duan Sui didn't think so, and said calmly, "Recruiting soldiers is not a big deal, and there are Gao Shi in Bingzhou, do you think Murong Yue really wants us to recruit soldiers?" ”

"What do you mean?" Song Ling's heart suddenly chuckled.

"It's not that something happened in Luoyang, right?" She asked anxiously.

Fenghuang, I don't know if he is going to Luoyang, what is the war?

Duan Sui suddenly raised his eyebrows, his expression was rare and grim, he sighed, and said, "Count the days, the King of Zhongshan should also go to Luoyang." ”

"Hmm." Song Ling replied softly.

"The battle of Luoyang, if it is lost, it will not hurt; The most feared is that the king of Zhongshan has won......"

Duan Sui was indeed right, and it was also his real worry, but it was understandable, he also had his own selfishness.

With Song Ling's temperament, she is bound to get to the bottom of the recruitment, and at this time, only Murong Chong's matter can attract all her attention.

"You mean ......" Duan Sui's point hit the nail on the head, but it stuck to her carelessness.

The rest of the words, neither of them said, but they both knew it.

"Back to Guanzhong!"

It's that she didn't think about the long term, if Emperor Feng became famous in this battle, it would inevitably threaten Murong Hong's status.

I'm afraid that there will be an abnormality in Guanzhong!

The Qin State has not been destroyed, and Dayan is about to rise again, I don't know what kind of bloody rain will blow?

At this time, Han Yan was already waiting in Luoyang City, and he threw the Qin armor on his body to the ground, revealing the clothes of the Yan Kingdom inside.

In the case of Princess Baojin, although Song Ling was guilty, he was extremely disappointed in Yang Xue.

Sure enough, the affairs of men and women are far less reliable than power!

The battle of Luoyang was won so beautifully, and his position in Murong Chong's heart rose sharply.

Murong Chong's army gradually approached, and when he saw Han Yan, he turned over and dismounted, took off the aura and glory of a king, and approached Han Yan on foot, skillfully narrowing the distance between the monarch and the minister.

He looked at Han Yan with a look of appreciation in his eyes, "In the battle of Luoyang, Han Yan, you have made a lot of contributions." ”

With a hundred soldiers, he crossed the sea into Luoyang, burned grain and grass, and broke the city gate, Han Yan's ability, he really didn't read it wrong.

"Han Yan didn't dare to invite credit, this battle was thanks to General Yuan who led his troops to attack Zhengzhou, and cooperated with Wang Yeli to get Luoyang." The man bent down to thank him, his eyes were shallow, and there was no trace of arrogance in meritorious service.

This is the reason why Murong Chong admires Han Yan, a king, the most taboo thing is that his subordinates are highly meritorious, and they support their own troops. But this Han Yan seems to have been in the way of officialdom for a long time, and he doesn't say anything about humility, and attributes the credit to Yuan Xiang both inside and outside the words.

He is like a breeze that does not leave a trace, seemingly inconspicuous, but as long as a guide, it is like the effect of the east wind, burning the company camp.

But at the same time, this is also the reason why Murong Chong can't fully trust Han Yan, someone who is too shrewd always makes people feel that he seems to have a plan.

"Yuan Xiang is meritorious, you are also meritorious, this king is assisted by you wise men, why worry about big things?"

Gao Gai approached Su Qinchong and said in a low voice, "Just by looking at Han Yan, you know that the strange people under the King of Zhongshan have amazing strategies, the courage of the world, and the most important thing is that they are all in the dark. ”

This sentence went to Su Qinchong's heart.

Although before attacking Luoyang, Murong Chong secretly ordered him to tie the horse's tail to a branch and not let other generals know, but he did not tell him that Yuan Xiang led the army to attack Zhengzhou, nor did he say that there were still his fine works in Zhengzhou.

You can see what a cautious and comprehensive person he is.

No one knows how much of his eyeliner is still in the territory of the Qin State or inside Guanzhong.

Murong Chong, Murong Chong, you are really unfathomable.

"What you said is yes, the strength on the bright side is not as strong as the turbulence in the dark." Su Qin Chong sighed and said.

He sighed that Murong Hong, the king of Jibei, was obviously more than inferior to Murong Chong's intelligence and strategy.

Gao Gai nodded, understanding what Su Qinchong meant.

The two looked at each other and did not speak again.

But they all knew in their hearts that, fortunately, they had made a choice.