Inside the city.

The prefect Song Mingyi did not enjoy the cheers of his subordinates on the city tower with Sun Jie, the chief military officer.

When Sun Jie launched a counterattack, all the auxiliary soldiers Ding Zhuang were sent to defend the city. At this time, although the soldiers had returned to the city, the Song prefect's hanging heart was finally put down, but it was impossible to complete the defense for a while to treat the wounded, replenish the damaged weapons, and eat and repair.

In accordance with Sun Jie's pre-requirements, the prefect of Song commanded the officials and strong women sweating profusely, moved out all the stations in the yamen, and concentrated the carpenters and coffin shops in the whole city, and urgently built a lot of wooden cages, all filled with bricks and stones, and filled them into two protruding holes to plug the gaps. He also released all the prisoners in the prison, and built two half-man-high walls of sheep and horses outside the gap, leading to the small camp in front of the west gate, so that in case the thieves tried to break through from here, they could be stopped in time.

Sun Jie was in a tent in the ambulance station, looking at his personal guard captain Shi Erlei with concern.

This is an orphan, and his mother, who was also from a military family, died a long time ago. Dad is a boss, and he has a really hard time pulling a baby in the camp, and there is no hope. So, in another tragic siege many years ago, he entrusted Erlei to Sun Jie, who was still a general, and took the lead in reporting the death squad, using his life to change the future for the baby...... Since then, I have taken this kid with me, watched him grow up day by day, taught him martial arts and the art of war, and helped him marry. Although the love is like father and son, he has never received his knees.

Everyone knows that Dashuai is a good intention: you can't let the old historian die, and you can't cut off the sacrificial incense at the end of the year.

He wasn't supposed to be required to participate in this sortie, but this kid was red-eyed and wanted to go. Sun Jie knew that the decisive assault of the death squad a while ago aroused his thoughts about his father.

If you can't stop it, let's go, who let us be martial artists, life and death are the will of God, this is fate.

The injury was not serious, and he was stabbed in the left arm - but if he didn't get it right, it would kill him.

There was once a hanging guerrilla, who was hit by an arrow in the leg, and it was only seven or eight points into the flesh, and he was also dressed with gold medicine when he pulled it out. At first, it was fine, I couldn't see any injuries when I walked, and I was shouting and drinking and gambling with my brothers, but then the wound was pus, and the fever was gone in a few days! Lang Zhong said that the arrows may have been simmered with poison, who knows.

The knife was so deep that it was almost bone-piercing. Fragments of armour, rags and other dirty stuff were embedded in the flesh. It's okay, the wound is blocked, and the blood doesn't flow much, but the sin to be suffered for a while is enough to choke. It took a lot of effort to remove the twisted arm armor, and Erlei shivered in pain. This kid is a man, and he was injured and knocked over two, if he didn't close the team, it is estimated that this guy will cut himself out of strength.

Lang Zhong found a piece of wood, pulled a rag and wrapped it for Shi Erlei to bite, and several brothers worked together to press him on the door panel. Lang Zhong was about to step forward, but Sun Jie said in a deep voice: "I'll come." ”

Sun Jie pulled out the dagger from the boot and rubbed it on the sleeve repeatedly until there was no trace of oil. After a few strokes, he cleanly picked out the broken iron and rags inside the wound, and blood gushed out. Although the beads of sweat on his forehead burst out like pulp, Er Lei always gritted his teeth and did not say a word.

"Okay, bear with it a little longer." Sun Jie nodded, and stretched out the dagger to the fire to roast.

I don't know why, it has been circulated in the army: sometimes it is obviously a flesh wound, although the medicine is applied, many people still say that it is gone; And most of the people who hit the rocket can survive as long as they don't hit the vital point.

Noticed, it does. It should be Huo Kejin.

Glancing at the red-burning dagger, Er Lei closed his eyes violently.

The dark red tip of the knife lightly burned on the wound one by one, and wisps of green smoke came out of the flesh. People finally passed out in pain.

Lang Zhong lowered his hand beside him and comforted: "Don't worry, Mr. Qian, he is as strong as a cow, and he must be fine." ”

Sun Jie sighed and responded: "Look, it'll be fine if it burns up and then retreats." ”

Out of the tent, he held his head high and prayed silently to the sky: Old Shi, bless the baby......

Sun Jie returned to the tent and beckoned to Master Shang Wenchang: "Master Shang, please help me write a letter home." ”

Master Shang arched his hand: "The marshal commands, dare not obey his orders." What to write, please show me. ”

Sun Jie said: "It doesn't matter what you write, you can just make it up." But it is necessary to write the words 'que', 'leave', 'five', 'you', and 'towel'. Well, just click an ink blot before the sentence where these words were written. ”

The master wrote it in a moment and presented it.

After the master retired, Sun Jie asked his soldiers to invite Song Mingyi: "Lord Prefect, the last general has limited literacy, and he has just drafted a letter to his family, and he bothers the adults to help read it, so as not to miss the pool." ”

"This ......"

Song Mingyi, who was born as a Jinshi, like other civil officials of the Ming Dynasty, originally looked down on the martial artist in front of him. But at the moment of the great enemy, no matter how much he despises it in his heart, he must be polite than usual on the surface. After this period of getting along, Song Zhifu knew in his heart: if he relied on himself, the city would have been destroyed long ago, and his perception couldn't help but be greatly improved. After two successive victories, he not only felt a sense of pity for Sun Jie, but even faintly relied on him in his heart. However, at this moment, I heard that under the watchful eye of the enemy soldiers, this man actually wrote a letter to his family, and the dignified man was actually involved by a woman's family, which is really shameful! Moreover, it is inevitable that there will be a major leak of military intelligence! The trace of disdain that had been suppressed in my heart came out again, and I couldn't help but show a little sadness on my face.

Sun Jie sensed Song Mingyi's divine request, and smiled and arched his hand: "My lord, the last general is not a person who does not know proportion. It's hard work. ”

Song Mingyi was stunned when he heard this, as if he understood something, and began to read the letter......

After reading it, he said blankly: "Sun Shuai, this family letter seems to be unremarkable, but at this moment, when making this book, the officials speculated, and there must be a mystery." Can you ask the marshal to solve the doubts of the lower officials? ”

Sun Jie smiled bitterly: "Lord Prefect, don't hide it, this book is about the military situation." Wenwu Shu Path, I hope that the adults will forgive their sins. ”

Song Mingyi, who had no doubts, left his seat, gave Sun Jie a deep salute, got up and said, "What Sun Shuai said is true." ”

Sun Jie hurriedly left his seat and bowed to the ground to return the salute: "Lord Prefect, the last general is ashamed!" Capital offense, capital offense! ”

Song Mingyi held it up, looked at Sun Jie's eyes, and said slowly: "Sun Shuai doesn't have to be too humble. Although Xia Guan is a scholar, he is by no means a person who does not know what to do. Today, there are a few words from the bottom of my heart, not vomiting or unhappy. As the saying goes: ants are still greedy. The thieves and soldiers pressed the realm, although Song Mou had read a lot of sage books, but since ancient times, it was difficult to die, and Song Mou did not think about it. However, the lower officials know that if they follow the thief, the whole family will not escape the wrath of the heavens, and they will be destroyed. Therefore, the lower officials' minds have been decided: the day the city is broken, it is the time to serve the country. Song fought to the death in the sword rank, which can be said to be a big festival, and he can also change the position of the dog, and he will no longer have to suffer from the cold window of the past ten years. If it weren't for Sun Shuai's lone army to generously help, Song would have become a ghost under the knife today. The great favor is not reciprocated, if Sun Shuai does not give up, Song is willing to marry Sun Shuai with Jinlan. Words are said within five days, and every day can be learned! ”

Sun Jie was deeply moved by these heartfelt words. From the Song Dynasty onwards, in order to avoid repeating the mistakes of the Tang Dynasty's military enlargement and the division of feudal towns, Zhao Kuangyin consciously emphasized the suppression of military and the use of literature to control the military. The Taizu of this dynasty did even more desperately, almost all the heroes were wiped out, especially the military general group, so that the ancestor of Cheng was "Qingjun side", and the emperor of Jianwen could not find a general who could lead the troops to resist! Time flies, at this time, the soldier has no status at all, a seven-rank county, as long as he is happy, he can find an excuse to knock the general of the third grade on the street and beat the board! The prefect of Song proposed to bow down, and also pointed to the oath of the heavens, which shows that he is indeed sincere.

Sun Jie couldn't help but be moved: "My lord! Sun is a martial artist and doesn't say anything polite. Thanks to the eyes of the adults, he vowed to live and die with Brother Song. Military secrets are not enough to communicate with outsiders. These days, Brother Song personally braved the arrows and stones, and killed the enemy side by side with the last generals, and he didn't dare to hide it. Brother Song, please see, there are a few words marked in this letter, and the mystery is really here. ”

"Military intelligence liaison should be in cryptic language. According to the old practice of "General Essentials of the Martial Arts", the military situation is nothing more than that: please bow, arrow, armor, gun flag...... There are forty items in total, and the last general will remember it when he is young. The five-character poem is also a four-cross poem, which can correspond one-to-one. There are many poems, even if they are captured by the enemy, or even if the messenger surrenders to the enemy, does the enemy know which one is the word test of our army? At the end of the trip, I made a temporary appointment with Lord Jinglu with "Du Shaofu's Ren Shuzhou". Hugh saw that the last general had limited literacy, and these five-character poems could indeed memorize a few. The younger brother was born in a martial arts family, and when he was young, he really suffered a lot of sticks from his father for this. Although Master Shang is reliable, he does not dare to make mistakes in the military situation, so he bothers Brother Song to inspect on his behalf. Brother smiled! ”

Song Mingyi laughed and slapped Sun Jie heavily, and praised sincerely: "Virtuous brother is talented!" Foolish brother has been taught! ”

He hurriedly glanced at the letter again, pointed to the marked words with one hand, pinched his hand with the other hand and counted it, and muttered the whole poem of "Du Shaofu's Ren Shuzhou" silently, and said with a smile: "Since I was instructed by the virtuous brother, the foolish brother guessed: please arrows, please guard, please soldiers, please grain, the enemy is a small setback...... But no? ”

The two of them clapped their palms and laughed, and instructed their relatives to set up incense and pay homage without mentioning it.

Subsequently, Song Mingyi personally copied two copies of the letter, and Sun Jie's three personal soldiers went out of the wall at night and absconded to the provincial capital.

Guan Shengyun gathered the rout and checked the people.

After the two new defeats, the losses of the auxiliaries were too great: the captured civilians were almost wiped out, and the most experienced auxiliary backbones almost all died in the tunnels, and they had to find a way to replenish them. But in addition, the loss of soldiers was only about 400, and it did not hurt the muscles and bones. Although there were two minor setbacks, the overall strategic situation was still the same, and the initiative on the battlefield was still firmly controlled on our own side.

According to most conventions, it is a good way to surround the defenders and let the defenders survive when they encounter hard bones that are difficult to gnaw: the army leader can always find a reason for himself to escape from the battle, such as misjudging the enemy's situation, chasing and suppressing the army, and as a result, the enemy will move the tiger away from the mountain or something. The civil officials who are responsible for defending the land can't run, except for being beheaded and surrendered by the whole house, the only way is to leave a note of "repay the king's kindness when you are in danger" and hang it on the southeast branch. The enemy in front of him will have two victories at the bottom, and if he runs away at this time, his life will definitely be fine, and he will be punished for relegation at most. Don't look at the usual bastards, when employing people, it is not impossible for Chaoting to distinguish between the most important and the most important, and even to be dismissed from office and retained for meritorious service.

However, your own morale is a big problem. If you come up to besiege the city, it is called using soldiers like divine soldiers without blood, and playing this set after successive defeats is to fear the enemy like a tiger - don't think about mixing it up in the future! His prestige can only be boosted by killing all of them and then slaughtering the city.

According to the detailed work, there is a limited amount of grain in the city. As long as you are steady and not in a hurry, the opponent will be trapped in a lonely city, and sooner or later it will be difficult to escape death.

So the deployment was adjusted, the four gates were encircled, and a battalion was sent to each gate every day to guard the guards to break through with the defensive army. The remaining auxiliaries and garrisons were mobilized, several official roads were dug into ravines, and small roads were also placed to resist horses, traps were dug and light and dark sentinels were arranged. Although due to the loss of auxiliaries, the troops no longer have the ability to maneuver over large scales and long distances, it is still not a problem to defend the camp and pursue and defeat the enemy with a short assault.

Thinking of the auxiliary corps, he explained: each battalion drew a few fruits, and asked the experienced commanders to take them with them, and carefully search in the distance to see if they could catch some more fugitives who had slipped through the net. At this time, pulling the chop into the bowl is the dish, and it is better than nothing. In particular, in case the enemy army breaks through, each unit must be careful when chasing and killing, catch more strong guys, and make up for it.

The generals from all walks of life roared in unison.

Gong Derun, a guerrilla of the Zhenyong battalion, made a suggestion: no matter which gate the enemy breaks through, the defenders in front of them must take blocking and delaying as the first priority! Regardless of the losses, after the battle, the people who blocked the enemy were first filled, and then the battalions picked people, and if there was any left, finally everyone shared the prisoners according to the merit.

This proposal was unanimously endorsed by all the generals.

Everyone is an old military officer, and their little abacus is very clear to each other: if the enemy breaks through, he must concentrate all his strength and make a desperate bet. This kind of sacrifice may not be able to be stopped by two or three battalions alone. Under normal circumstances, the front-line generals will let most of the enemy troops go, leaving some that they can eat. The opponent is the first to flee for his life, and it is impossible to gnaw at the heavily guarded barracks, and if he can run one by one, he will count one. However, the other captives who had come to the aid of the friendly forces were gone. Everyone's losses are not small, and replenishing one or two battalions is of little significance to the whole army.

Gong Derun's proposal actually means: When the enemy's generals don't retain their strength, even if they run out of blood, everyone will let you get it back first with the profits......

After a stalemate for a few days, suddenly Tang Cai came to report: 100 miles to the southeast, and found reinforcements from the defenders. The scale is not large, about 1,000 people. But - it's all a horse team!

Guan Shengyun's heart was shocked, and he sent a few more groups of scouts, each with two horses, to report back to the enemy at any time. I spread out the map alone and pondered it......

Half an hour later, he shouted softly: "Someone! Order: The generals and officers above the guerrilla level of each battalion immediately come to the Chinese army camp for a military discussion! ”