? Chapter 360: A bad decision is also better than no decision at all

"Lord Garrison, you're looking for me!" Zhen San walked in from the heavily guarded tent.

Mu Shi moved her gaze from the bookcase to Zhen San, and nodded with a calm look on her face: "You're here!" ”

Seeing Zhen San's somewhat apprehensive look, Mu Shi suddenly smiled, motioned for the other party to sit down, and waited until the other party put his butt on the stool, and then he said neatly: "Zhen Baihu, you are personally named by the 'gate' of the military affairs office to send me to this camp, and you are responsible for supervising the transportation and distribution of grain and grass, Zhen Baihu can be said to have a bright future!" ”

Zhen San Huo Ran got up: "Don't dare, Master Mu said it was funny!" ”

Mu Shi waved her hand indifferently: "What don't you dare, if Zhen Baihu is conscientious and diligent in the king's affairs, the whole army of my Western Route Army will be able to run out of food and have no worries, even I, I don't dare to despise you!" ”

Zhen San was terrified again, he is now under Mu Shi's moderation, Mu Shi said such a thing, he didn't even have the qualifications to be humble, although he thought that he, the grain and grass superintendent, had also done quite a 'good'. Except for a vigorous panic, he really didn't know what to say.

"Okay, don't be restrained, this gossip has been said, let's get down to business!" Mu Shi's words turned: "Zhen Baihu, if my West Route Army is stationed here, how long can the army carry grain and grass to support?" ”

"Lord Garrison, this grain is transported like a stream of daily prices, how long to talk about support, I just came back from New Ngee An two days ago, in the military fort, I checked the stored grain and grass, our Western Route Army is relying on New Ngee An, at least within half a year, there will be no shortage of food!"

At this moment, Zhen San is like a big housekeeper who is 'proficient' in calculation, and he is clear about his family's belongings, the daily consumption of the current generals, the daily grain and grass, and the current reserves in the army, all of which are told to Mu Shi one by one.

"In this way, if our army cuts off the grain route, the food in the camp can only support about ten days of consumption, even if it is saved, it will not exceed a month?" After listening to Zhen San's report, Mu Shi fell into thought.

Zhen Huan, who was on the side, was a little dazed. Cut off the grain road, how is that possible, unless the Tartars' brigade of men and horses have wings and fly over the heads of the Western Route Army, if it is not a brigade of men and horses, just some rangers, then what will help, not to mention the officers and soldiers under their own command, that is, those people who transport grain and grass, either the Zhuang Ding in the back Zhuangzi or the Korean auxiliaries who have seen blood, these people are people who don't take knives and guns, and they are soldiers with knives and guns, and small groups of rangers come to fight grain and grass, that's not the idea of hitting flies on the tiger's head - looking for death?

However, when he thought of this possibility, his heart was a little hot, in this way, wouldn't he be hiding behind the army, and he could also get a fight, since Mu Shi asked so, it shows that this possibility is quite large, so big that he, the commander of the garrison of the whole army, has to pay attention to it, this grain and grass supervision envoy, it is really a good errand, and he feels a little "excited" in his heart The guy who arranged his errand got up, and he swore that as long as there was really an idea of the Tartars to fight his grain and grass escort team, he would never curse that fellow for giving birth to a son every night before going to bed.

"This can't be guarded against, like this!" Mu Shi raised his head and made a decision: "I'll give you two more hundred households to enrich your manpower, you, the grain and grass superintendent, have dozens of hundreds of soldiers under your command, which is too thin!" ”

Zhen San has the heart to defend himself, those people are not ordinary people, from the escorted grain, grass and ordnance, take out the weapons are soldiers, he can use it, but there are not so many dozens of people. However, he endured it, swallowed what he was forced to say, and it was a good thing to have more people in his hands, and he didn't bring such an eyeless 'color'.

"People, I'll give it to you, as long as my Western Route Army is not defeated, there will be no large shares of Tartars in front of you, but if a small group of Tartars moves my idea of grain and grass, that's your business, I only have one request, from today on, the grain and grass ordnance in my West Route military camp should be kept for at least ten days, can you do it!?"

"Yes!" Zhen San replied with his head raised and his chest up.

"There is no joke in the army, if something happens at that time, I don't care what backers you have in the 'gate' of the military affairs office, I have to march the military law, do you understand?"

Mu Shi has already said it euphemistically, but Zhen San's face is still flushed, this is the other party reminding him that if he messes up, even if his sister takes care of him, the other party will not give face.

"I've done a bad errand, I'll see you Zhen San!"

"No need!" Mu Shi nodded, and then cast her eyes on the bookcase, but her mouth was Sen Ran and said: "It's a mess, you better wipe your neck yourself, go ahead!" ”

After dealing with this matter, Mu Shi put all his thoughts and 'essence' on the opposite Tartar camp, a prince led the troops, with tens of thousands of Tartar soldiers blocked in front of him, this is really worthy of his Western Route Army, in the face of this confrontation situation now, he remembered the handwritten letter sent to him by his uncle before leaving.

"Commanding an army, when there is the consciousness of being a commander, when abandoned, a strong man breaks his wrist, even if it is thousands of people, do not hesitate at all, what should not be sacrificed, is a soldier's 'life' should also be cherished, mercy is not in charge of the army, righteousness is not in charge of wealth, even if my Buddha is compassionate, but there is also a thunderbolt means!"

"On the battle array, although every decision must be made carefully, this does not mean that every decision you make is after repeated consideration and planning, you must know that in the battle array, losing the military plane is a fatal mistake for the commander. Therefore, when you are hesitant, even a wrong decision is better than no decision at all! Fast, ruthless, quasi-three-word formula, if you can't take all three into account, you should take the first! ”

For his nephew, Mu Haitao obviously has no reservations, between the lines of the letter, in addition to the fact that he Mu Haitao will teach him for many years, he also makes no secret of his expectations, maybe he knows that as long as this battle is over and the Western Route Army has achieved a lot of results, the Mu family can finally produce a dignified figure standing in front of everyone except for him, who has been hiding behind the scenes. This alone can make him feel a great relief.

I seem to be so inactive, it's exactly what my uncle said, is there a suspicion of losing the military plane? Mu Shi reflected: "Even if I am suspected of losing the military plane, over there, what are the Tartars waiting for, will the Tartar generals see that I have made such a mistake and do nothing?" ”

He was shocked, the front camp of the Fengzi battalion was two thousand households, and they were nervous all night, and the Tartars were not doing anything today, either because they were tired and had an unstable foothold, and they couldn't launch an attack in a hurry, or... It's that they have other plans, waiting for reinforcements!

I'm such a pig! He lightly slapped himself and shouted loudly outside: "Order, raise the account!" ”

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After resting for three hours, Azig walked out of his tent full of spirits, and after standing outside for a long time, he immediately greeted him.

"You're not going to patrol the camp, what are you doing here, what about Soretai, still outside?" Azig frowned and said, Hedu is his eldest son, but he has never liked this son very much, he thinks this son is too squeamish, how can the descendants of Nurhachi not be skilled in bowing horses and go to 'mess around' with those scholars all day long, so this time, no matter how unwilling Hedu is, he still took him with him in the army.

"Soretai is looking at those Ming soldiers, I estimate that Ama is about to wake up, so I came over to say hello!" He Du said respectfully, although he was dressed in military uniform, but this style did not have a bit of bravery, and Azig only frowned.

"Say hello, it's better to share some worries with Lao Tzu than anything else!" Azig looked at his son, this time, in addition to his white flag, white flag, and yellow flag, there are also two blue flags of Zilharang, and the leader of the troops is Dodor's son Doni, this little rabbit cub has not been very easy to restrain himself, but he is very close to Hedu, if Hedu is with Doni and the two of them outside his tent at this moment, his heart is much more comfortable than this greeting.

"If you're hungry, ask someone to get something to eat!" He instructed, "Don't hang out, if it's okay, wait a minute, go and nourish the 'spirit', I estimate that 'touching', the Ming army on the opposite side will not dare to invite the battle, but it will not let us sleep peacefully at night." ”

He Du was about to answer, but there was a trumpet sound in his ears, and he stared wide-eyed at Amma, only to see that Azig was also surprised.

He Du could understand that this was the sound of a warning horn, and the sound of this horn was thick and long, and the only explanation was that there was a strong enemy. What is the current strong enemy, except for the Ming army on the opposite side, there can be no other people, if it is thirty or fifty hundreds of people, Soretai outside will definitely not blow the horn that he knows will alarm the camp, then, there is only one explanation left, that is, a large number of Ming troops are out of the camp!

"And this stupid spores?" Azig muttered to himself, "How dare they come out..."

Looking back at his son who was in a daze, his eyes flashed with a 'fine' light, "What are you still doing in a daze, blowing the horn and reorganizing the army!" ”

The sound of the drums sounded in the entire Qing army camp, this is the most urgent drum of the generals, Azig is quite severe, this point, and the Fengzi battalion has the same idea, the specified time is not enough, it is his own son, the light is a military stick, seize the lord and seize the city, and the heavy is directly beheaded and the military regulations are correct! Roughly any strong army, this ability to summon generals, and improvise adaptation, is so efficient!

"I want to see if these bright dogs on the other side are relied on, or are they stupid!" He straightened his uniform, turned over his horse, and ran forward, and behind him, one by one, the Tartar generals gradually appeared behind his horses from the tent, and soon a torrent was formed.

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