Que Si watched the grain in the city burn in person, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt grain. The second son of the khan was a great achievement, and his momentum was in full swing, and the mere merit of burning grain did not seem to satisfy his appetite.

He held the broad-bladed knife at his waist, threw his hair back in his braid, and said to the generals beside him: "My father is a khan, but he is still cautious, and he hopes to be friendly with the Anxi Protectorate, I have 30,000 people surnamed Huang, and it is not difficult to rebuild the Turgish Khanate, since the war has started, it is better to destroy these Tang troops together, and it is just the right to strengthen my father's ambition." ”

When the generals behind him heard this, they spoke out against it. Although they have not heard the idiom of painting snakes and adding feet, they also know that the most taboo thing to fight a war is to be greedy and reckless, not to mention that you have already completed the predetermined goal and achieved results, and you even want to pick up sesame seeds from the outside, once the follow-up troops of the Tang Army rush over, isn't it in vain?

Jia Chonghuan leaned against the Beacon Fort with his back, and he wished that the head of the Raider Shi people would faint and beat him, so that he could turn the entire exchange battalion into the fangs of the wolf dogs, and drag the opponents to the south bank of the Zhenzhu River.

But after all, the special service did not get dizzy, he only sent a small force to attack Jia Chonghuan, and most of the men and horses returned to cross the river, and the horses' hooves stirred the bottom of the water to be muddy, and the waves fluttered to the shore.

Until most of the Turks left the south bank, the last rays of the end of the sky had already penetrated into the ground, and Jia Chonghuan staggered behind the enemy, looking at the opponent's ass and sighing with hatred.

He threw himself into the river and covered himself with water, and ran towards the gates of the city of Dundo, where he was thrown out by a wave of heat.

"Quick! Fire! ”

He took off his hood and threw himself into the river, and ran wildly to the shore with his legs sifting through chaff, which was a drop in the bucket for the granary of Dundo. The soldiers went down to the river to scoop water, staggered and gasped and rushed into the city gates, splashing a ladle of water on the scorching heat, or alternately relaying, back and forth.

When the night was completely dark, the city of Dundo still looked like a big stove with a red-hot hearth, but fortunately, the flames were gradually weakening and disappearing, and I don't know if it was the result of running out of fuel or the result of everyone putting out the fire.

Jia Chonghuan's lips were dry and burnt, and his face was colorful, which was a piece of scabs that had been burned by the fire. He threw the hood on the ground and sat down against the earthen wall, staring blankly at Hoshino.

The captain of the pro-soldier ran to the river and filled the water bladder, Luo ran to him with his legs circled, squatted down and raised the water bag: "General, drink saliva." ”

He didn't say a word, and his eyes looked even more hollow.

At this time, another soldier came running to report: "General Jia, there is a team in the direction of Bodaling walking towards us with torches. ”

Jia Chonghuan's eyes regained their brightness, as if he was just reshaping his spirit, he supported himself to get up from the ground, picked up the knife in his hand, staggered two steps up the slope, and looked at the pergola in his hand. In the night, there are long queues of stars, like a galaxy flowing on the ground.

He was very eager in his heart, hoping that the people who brought the troops were Li Siye, Ma Phosphorus or Wang Zhengjian, and that he could give himself psychological counseling. However, he was afraid of the approach of these torches in his heart, and his psychology was like that of a student who had failed the exam and returned to the door with the test papers, but it was a thousand times more worried than that.

The team with torches stopped in front of the dirt slope, and the general rode out of it, and came to Jia Chonghuan with torches in his hands.

General Jia stretched out his hand to block it, to avoid the scorching flames, and his eyes caught the other party's face from the light and dark moment of the torch beating, this person he didn't seem to recognize.

"What part is the brother?" Even his throat seemed to be burned out and hoarse, sounding like sandpaper.

"The inferior general Shule Town has made the jumping camp under his command, Duan Xiushi."

Duan Xiushi saluted with torches in both hands, turned his head to look around, although only the outline of the earth could be discerned at night, he could still smell the unusual smell from the air, the blood had not yet dissipated, the wet sweat exuded a stench, and there were dots of dry ash falling in front of his face.

"Did I just miss a battle?"

The eyes of the soldiers looked at Jia Chonghuan with complicated eyes, and General Jia did not answer, but asked him instead: "Li Siye is coming soon, when will he come?" ”

"Wait a minute, the general is the leader of the Shule army, and tomorrow morning the Li Zhen envoy will lead most of the Shule army to arrive."

"Then we'll talk about it tomorrow morning. I'm sorry, General Duan, we are also new to the city, and we have not yet completed the preparations, so we can't entertain you, so I have to ask you to wait for a day. ”

Duan Xiushi said: "Envoy Jia Cheng doesn't need to be polite, we have enough dry food, we don't need to replenish, we just need to set aside an open space outside the city where we can rest." ”

Jia Chonghuan was afraid that Duan would find him embarrassed when he approached Dunduo City, so he hurriedly settled the jumping camp to the right side of the Beacon Fort, next to the river. But the eyes of a keen person will never relax, and Duan Xiushi can still find the unusual from the clues in the garrison.

He didn't want to hide it, he couldn't hide the painful lesson, he just wanted to spend the night in the psychological preparation period and think about things quietly.

Early in the morning of the second day, more than 4,000 people of the Shule army led by Li Siye and more than 2,000 people of the Shule army arrived. He frowned, wiped the dew on his armor with a sackcloth, turned over and dismounted.

Jia Chonghuan hurriedly ran in front of him, suddenly clasped his hands together, and knelt down on both knees: "Please also ask General Li to teach me, this time my life is resting!" ”

Li Siye hurriedly helped him up: "Hurry up, General Jia, what happened?" ”

……

The doorway of Dundo City was charred black, and behind the two sturdy wooden doors, there were also black scars burned. Jia Chonghuan hugged his pocket and followed Li Siye into the city gate, which was full of charred and black ruins, the ash was knee-thick, and it was still hot and hot when he stepped into it.

The only thing to save is a grain hoard located on the tower of the high city, last night the Turgish attacked the city of Dundo, but failed to take the city in its entirety, the soldiers defending the city retreated to the city tower, and the Turgish people could not succeed.

Jia Chonghuan squatted on the ground with his head in his hands and sighed heavily.

Li Siye explained: "Just 20,000 stone of grain can't save the lives of Mohe Dagan's entire family. The Metropolitan Protectorate will raise grain and grass and transport it again. ”

He seemed to be speaking quite lightly, reassuring General Jia.

In fact, it is indeed a bit serious, 20,000 stone of grain does not sound like much, it is only equivalent to more than 1,000 tons, and it is more than 400 miles to travel from Qiuzila to Dundo City with forty trucks, and you can go back and forth in one night. In fact, it is not so calculated, at this time the strongest load tool is the yak cart, a car can pull a five stone is very strong, the speed is about the same as a person walking, after pulling 20,000 stone requires 4,000 ox carts to go out at the same time, a day to run three post stations of the journey of 90 miles, plus the delay on the way takes seven or eight days.

It doesn't sound like that strenuous, but the above algorithm is also not right, because it violates the law of conservation of energy. Cars need to drink oil to pull goods, and cattle also need to eat, drink and pull grain, which is not something that a dozen catties of grass can explain. The cattle pulling the cart need to eat concentrate, and the people who drive the cart also have to eat, and the consumption of one person and one cow a day is more than ten catties, plus the rest of the loss on the way, a stone of grain will be consumed. These consumed grains require more ox carts to carry them, so it will take at least four to five thousand stones to transport 20,000 stone of grain, which is simply incalculable.

What's more, it took a month for the Metropolitan Protectorate to transport the grain to the city of Dundo, and burning it meant having to start all over again. Another month's delay, and the need to count the attrition, the Turk Shimohe has more respite will mean that he will be more and more difficult to manage.

There is also a conscience account, how many farmers harvest this grain in a year? Distressed, isn't it?

Li Siye thought to himself, if I were my husband and didn't kill him, I would be beaten to death.