After eating and drinking, Zhao Kuo took Yan Xiong and Ben to the military camp outside the city to inspect.

The army of Zhao was 400,000, so it was naturally impossible for all of them to live in Changping City, so Lian Po built many defensive fortresses between Changping and Danshui.

If the Qin army wanted to attack Changping, it had to break through these fortresses first.

But if Changping is not taken in the end, these fortresses cannot be defended, so they can only retreat and fight again in the second attack.

In the end, the Qin army won many battles, but still failed to win Changping.

And Lian Po was defeated repeatedly, losing his troops and losing his generals, but he held Changping to the death.

Qin Jun was disgusted by Lian Po, and cursed Lian Po in his heart every day.

Moreover, Lian Po led his troops to fight a war, that is, he was stable, no matter how the Qin army lured him, and even King Zhao told him that there was no food and let him attack, he would not move.

In Lian Po's opinion, I'm a general, just be in charge of the war, isn't the grain and grass your problem?

You're going to figure it out!

What's the use of telling me?

Do you want me to go and collect food?

What? Offensive?

Excuse me.

Or change generals!

Either listen to me!

At this time, King Zhao was also disgusted by Lian Po.

So, Zhao Kuo is here!

"What do you say, what do the soldiers want most?" Zhao Kuo asked suddenly.

"Get promoted and make a fortune." Ben said directly without thinking.

"What does Yan Xiong think?" Zhao Kuo looked at Yan Xiong.

"I don't know that what I want most now is to go home." Yan Xiong said, "I haven't been home for more than two years since I followed General Lian Po to garrison Changping. ”

"The Qin army has not retreated, how to go home." Zhao Kuo sighed, "What do you say if you ask the soldiers to write a letter to their families?" This can not only alleviate the homesickness of the soldiers, but also report peace and make the family less worried. ”

"Dashuai, this is 400,000 people, one person and one family letter, can be piled up into a small mountain, not to mention that there are not so many bamboo slips, even if there is, it can't be sent." Yan Xiong said in shock.

Although Zhao Guo had a post in charge of delivering letters, this was not for civilians and ordinary soldiers, but for transmitting emergency military information and government orders.

"I'll figure it out." Zhao Kuo said.

"If the marshal can really accomplish this feat, the soldiers will definitely be willing to fight to the death for the general."

……

"Dude, I can't read, come and help me see what is written on this notice?" A soldier led his companion towards the gate.

"What's the notice?" The companion said reluctantly.

"The marshal just sent someone to post it, every military camp has it, saying that it is a family book or something, I can't read, so I can only look for you." The black-faced soldier from before said embarrassedly.

"I'll see...... Years of war, the army officers and soldiers are suffering, less than a few months away from home, long away from home for two or three years, I don't know what the situation at home is, the father, the old wife and children do not know the life and death of the second and third sons, this is the fault of the general, but the Qin State invaded, if the second and third sons returned home, then the Zhao State was unguarded. ”

In order to alleviate the suffering of the second and third sons who were homesick, the general decided that all the officers and soldiers in the army could write a letter to their families, and the general would arrange for someone to send the letter to each soldier's home. If you don't know how to write, you can go to the main camp, and Ben will help the second and third children write family letters with all of you. ”

"The general is going to help us write a letter to our family, and the general is going to help us write a letter to our family......"

The companion jerked back, hugged the black-faced soldier and shouted happily, tears welling up from the corners of his eyes.

"Really?" The black-faced soldier was somewhat unconvinced.

"Really, really, woo-woo......" the tall soldier crouched on the ground and cried.

"The general is going to help us write a letter to our family, is it really fake?" All the military camps were boiling, and all the soldiers of the Zhao army rushed out and gathered at Yuanmen, regardless of whether they knew words or not, they all stared at the notice.

"It can't lie to us." Someone doesn't believe it.

When the general's personal letters to the soldiers and help them send them home, since ancient times, how can there be such a good thing?

"Really, it's plain and clear on the notice, and I'll read it to you." One soldier looked up proudly and read the notice again.

"Let's go, write a letter to ...... family"

"Let's go, find a handsome man to write a letter to ......"

The soldiers were enthusiastic and rushed towards the tent with their friends.

……

"Marshal, all the soldiers are here, the outside of the barracks is densely packed, and there are people everywhere." Liu Ping finally squeezed in and said breathlessly.

"Dashuai, you're too impulsive." Lian Po said with a bitter face.

In his opinion, Zhao Kuo is just willful.

Doesn't he know the pain of homesickness among the soldiers? Didn't he know that he could write letters?

Why didn't he help the soldiers write letters before?

It's really hard to write letters, and it's even harder to send them.

There was no paper in the Warring States period, and the rich could use cloth to write, and the middle layer could only be written on bamboo slips and wooden slips, and a roll of bamboo slips would be used for dozens or hundreds of words.

400,000 soldiers, each with a letter to their families, is 400,000 volumes, not to mention where these wooden slips and bamboo slips came from.

Just to transport them back to Zhao State, these bamboo slips cost at least a hundred carriages.

As for delivering to each household, it requires more manpower and material resources.

Compared with the pain of lovesickness, sending a letter is not cost-effective at all.

"Wooden slips and bamboo slips are easy to make, Taihang Mountain is everywhere, and I have already arranged for someone to cut them down two days ago. Anyway, it's just a credit write, and it doesn't need to be stored for a long time, so it doesn't need to be baked with fire, the sweat is baked, and it can be used by splitting it, how much you want, and the brush and ink are also ready, General Lian Po can rest assured. Zhao Kuo said.

Zhao Kuo saw a black stone at the foot of the mountain when he was inspecting the day before yesterday, and when he picked it up, it turned out to be coal.

Although the ink from the coal grinding is not good, it can be used, and there is so much attention to it at this time.

The wood, bamboo, and ink are all available, and Zhao Kuo's heart is even firmer.

The next day, he sent Yan Xiong to fly to Zhongmu and bought 500 brushes.

"I also thought about how to transport it back, those vehicles that transported medicinal herbs, leather, timber, and grain were full when they came, and they were empty when they went back, and these letters let them go back a little, and then borrow some ox carts from the surrounding cities, and they will almost all be sent out of Changping in more than ten days." Zhao Kuo said.

"When the time comes, I will write to the caravans of Pingyuan Jun, Lin Gong, Feijia, Dong Family, Xun Family, and Handan, asking them to help send them to each county according to the address, and the nobles of each county will send them to each pavilion or li, and then the pavilion chief will send them to each household." Zhao Kuo said.

The royal power did not go to the countryside, and the only people who could deliver the letters to every household in full were the squires and nobles from all over the country.

Lian Po just wanted to say why they helped you, but suddenly it occurred to him that with Zhao Kuo's current reputation, it was very likely that these people would help him.

"Don't worry, except for a very few who don't have long eyes, they will help." Zhao Kuo said with a smile.

There are only three people in Zhao Guo who can do this, and Zhao Kuo happens to be one of them.

"General Rende." Lian Po said admiringly.

Sending letters to the family of 400,000 troops is something that all the famous generals have not been able to do before.

Zhao Kuo looked at the earnest faces outside the camp, and his voice exploded like spring thunder, spreading throughout the city.

"Everyone lined up, one by one, Ben promised that no one would be left behind."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Thank you, Sir."

……

The soldiers bowed down one after another and saluted, and the sound formed a torrent, like a stormy wave rolling on the camp, thunder roared in the sky, and the mountains and rocks in the distance were shaken down.