"The captives should be half-fed, and there won't be much food and grass." Jia Yan glanced at Mang Mao, a little strange why Mang Mao had been entangled in the problem of grain and grass.

Previously, the three armies of Zhao, Wei and Han had already agreed that the grain and grass would be managed by the Zhao army, and the two countries of Han and Wei would transport grain according to the previous share, and the difference would be made up by Zhao State.

Whatever the Zhao army eats, the Han and Wei armies eat, even if it is not enough, it is also Zhao Guo's business, and there is no need to worry about Mangmao.

And Mang Mao doesn't seem to be a person who will worry about Zhao Guo.

Although the Three Kingdoms are allies, they are also competitive, and what Mang Mao prefers to see is that after the Three Jin joined forces to repel the Qin State, the Zhao State was short of food and grass, and the army returned home. Instead of having enough grain and grass, the country is strong.

This is not a good thing for Wei Han.

Mang Mao put his hands on his knees, his head lowered, and his brows furrowed slightly, Zhao Guo's logistical supply was so powerful, it seemed that he could only use other reasons!

But fortunately, Le Cheng has been drunk by him and Storm Luan, and he won't wake up for a while, Jia Yan, like him, has a deep blood feud with the Qin State, and convincing Jia Yan that he still has a certain certainty.

"That's good!" Mang Mao raised his head, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "You don't know, I've been worried about the problem of grain and grass these days, your Zhao Jun has enough grain and grass for us to eat for several months, every time I see me, I panic, for fear that the grain and grass will be cut off." The soldiers also asked me if I would go back to my old food after the battle."

These days, the soldiers of the Three Jin Dynasty get along very well, and Zhao Jun shows off in front of the Wei army and the Han army every day, and his vanity is greatly satisfied.

Wei Jun and Han Jun even treated Zhao Jun as the God of Wealth, after all, without Zhao Jun, they did not have the current treatment.

In addition, the three kingdoms come from the same origin, the language and cultural differences are very small, there is no difficulty in communicating at all, and there is a great enemy of the Qin State, and they all treat each other as their own people.

"Tell the soldiers that as long as my Zhao Jun is still there, there will be no problems with food and grass." Jia Yan said.

"The soldiers will be very happy when they find out. Having said that, there are still great benefits to such logistics supply, even if the army marches for seven or eight hours a day, the soldiers have no complaints, and no one is left behind. When fighting with the Qin army, no one flinched, and only then was he able to defeat the Qin army." Mang Mao said.

"Yes, in the past, we used to judge the strength of the army by the number of soldiers, thinking that the more soldiers, the better. But I forgot that there are not many soldiers but they are fine, but the disadvantage is that if you want to train a real elite, you need too much food, and even meat is needed. The consumption of marching and fighting is multiplied. But fortunately, we don't have to be responsible for the grain and grass problem, they will be ready, we only need to train troops, fight wars, and win battles." Jia Yan nodded, agreeing with Mang Mao's words very much.

In the past, in addition to managing the grain and grass in the army, you also had to manage the grain and grass and armor in the rear, and the king said that in how many days to end the battle, you could only end the battle in as many days, and there would be no food after the time.

It's not that the monarch won't give it to you, but there is really no food!

The reality is so cruel.

Now you can fight a much happier war than before, the food and grass are full, the armor is full, all the logistics are full, you only need to be responsible for the war, and you don't have to worry about everything in the rear.

If this can't be won, Jia Yan himself won't have the face to go back.

"Yes, fight, win! Easier said than done! Looking back, since the defeat in the Battle of Huayang, I haven't led a soldier to fight for nearly twenty years, and to this day, the voices of those soldiers still echo in my mind, and I'm sorry for them." Mang Mao sighed deeply, hid his face with his hands, and his tall body trembled slightly.

Jia Yan didn't speak, Mang Mao didn't forget, how could he forget.

But the man was too strong, so strong that he couldn't afford to think of confrontation.

Revenge has become a luxury!

"It's all gone." Jia Yan stood up, walked in front of Mang Mao, patted Mang Mao's shoulder, and comforted.

"Passed? You say it's over? Ask the soldiers who died in battle, did they agree? You ask the parents who have lost their sons, do they say yes? You ask the slaughtered hundred

Surname, the woman who was bullied, did they say yes?"

Mang Mao raised his head reluctantly and knocked Jia Yan to the ground with a punch, his eyes were blood-red, and his devouring eyes were staring at Jia Yan.

"It's been almost twenty years, what can I do if it doesn't pass?" Jia Yan raised his head and looked at Mang Mao.

"Have you forgotten the 30,000 Zhao troops who drowned in the Yellow River? Have you forgotten how desperately they looked at you at the time? Have you forgotten the resentment they have against you? It was your incompetence that led to Zhao Jun's tragic death. You're talking about it now. What right do you, a living man, have to speak for the dead?"

"For twenty years, I closed my eyes every day and all I saw was their angry eyes staring at me. 120,000 Wei troops, 120,000 Wei troops! They are complaining about my incompetence, of being cowardly, of not avenging them until now."

Mang Mao is over half a hundred years old, but at this time he is like a child, holding his head with both hands, his fingers stuck in his sparse pale hair, kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly.

"Bai Qi is too strong, we are not opponents." Jia Yan shook his head.

Every time he thought of the Battle of Huayang, Jia Yan felt more and more terrible, so terrible that it was impossible to defeat.

"We are not Bai Qi's opponents, but not every Qin person is as strong as Bai Qi, and when we slaughtered my Three Jins, none of the Qin people were innocent." Mang Mao slowly stood up, and a murderous aura emanated from his body, soaring straight into the sky.

Jia Yan looked at the terrifying murderous aura emanating from Mang Mao's body, and was speechless in shock.

He had already guessed that Mang Mao was going to do something he wanted to do but didn't dare to do.

"I owe you a favor for this matter, you didn't see what you should have done, and I will bear all the responsibility."

After speaking, Mang Mao turned around and walked out without looking back.

"Done?" When Storm Luan saw Mangmao, he hurriedly greeted him.

"That's it." Mang Mao shook the seal that came from Jia Yan's waist.

Although Jia Yan didn't say anything, he was just able to touch the seal smoothly, which means that Jia Yan has acquiesced.

Otherwise, with Jia Yan's strength, even if he is asleep, someone can find out if someone approaches him, let alone take things by the way.

"Okay." Storm Luan clenched his fists and said excitedly, "The soldiers will be very happy when they learn about it."

"Yes, in our Han and Wei countries, which family has no relatives who died in the hands of the Qin people, this blood feud can only be washed away by blood." Mang Mao looked at the west and suddenly smiled, "It's a pity that there are a little fewer killed, and future generations will inevitably be scolded." If you kill a million, I'm afraid there will be no scolding in the next generation."