At the end of the 20th of February, Cheng Taishan had a late breakfast in the middle tent.

There is a basket of cooking cakes on the table, a large pot of stewed dried meat, a bowl of shredded bamboo shoots, he holds a cooking cake in his left hand, one bite and a half, and his right hand copies the chopsticks, a chopstick rolls away a small half of the meat in the basin, stuffs it into his mouth and chews, and then puts the cooking cake into the soup, dips it in the juice, and picks it up with chopsticks and stuffs it into his mouth.

After eating three dishes with the momentum of thunder, and letting the soldiers take them away, he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and then blew his nose vigorously, and said in a loud voice: "I think we still have to use martial arts, otherwise the army will be discouraged and will be easily defeated in one fell swoop."

Mo Lingfeng sat in the first seat and thought seriously: "The great martial arts can indeed boost morale, so that Tang Baichuan does not dare to act rashly."

Cheng Taishan blew his nose again - he had a cold, and his nose was red, but fortunately, his appetite was still surging, so he didn't need to worry too much: "Life is more difficult than I thought."

This kind of siege is very tormenting, even if there is food and drink, the human spirit is constantly wearing, it seems that one foot is already on the top of the cliff, I don't know whether it will fall to pieces, or turn the danger into safety, people can't wait for immediate results.

Mo Lingfeng lowered his eyes and took a sip of hot tea: "Brother in-law is such a fierce person, there are times when he is afraid."

"Fierce?" Cheng Taishan sniffed, "Don't dare to be, it's not half as good as General Mo."

Mo Lingfeng laughed, put down the teacup, and nodded, "Ci is not in charge of the soldiers."

The door of the tent opened, and a cold wind quickly swept through the house, Cheng Taishan hugged himself tightly with his arms, and he was in a ball, and he wanted to shiver with cold - after the cold, he was extremely cold.

He doesn't have to look back, he also knows who can enter without telling him.

Wu Jin turned around and closed the door, and handed the medicine bowl to Cheng Taishan with one hand: "Your medicine."

"Thank you." Cheng Taishan took the medicine bowl, drank it all, frowned bitterly, and put down the bowl.

Wu Jin sat down across from him: "What are you discussing?"

Mo Lingfeng said: "Great martial arts."

Cheng Taishan nodded: "Yes, what do you think of morale?"

Wu Jin pondered for a moment, and instead of answering directly, he asked, "What do you think the tabloids are talking about?"

Jeju City is besieged on all sides, and even outside the West City Gate there are heavy troops, and all the Mo family military camps have moved into the city to prevent the enemy from peeping, they are sitting here, and they don't even know the news of Kuanju, how can they know the tabloids.

Cheng Taishan stretched out his hand and kneaded the mountain roots: "It's all our business."

Mo Lingfeng was thoughtful, but he didn't speak, and turned his Tao Xun in his hand to listen to them.

Wu Jin shook his head: "In my opinion, there are no tabloids at this time."

"No?" Cheng Taishan vigorously stirred the wings of his nose and tried to ventilate his nose, but only a hopeless and clogged sound came from his nostrils.

Wu Jin nodded: "Kuanzhou's actions are like a sharp blade, directly swinging at the supreme imperial power, the people's hearts are shaken, the tabloids have always exaggerated, the new emperor wants to stabilize the situation, and should strictly control the tabloids on the grounds of 'spreading incidents'."

He looked at Mo Lingfeng: "Tang Baichuan loses, the new emperor will not only lose two cities, but the imperial power will also be provoked, and more people will find that the imperial power is not indestructible, so they will take action, causing the dynasty to leave chaos."

At first, I estimated with the size of the treasury that Tang Baichuan only had a three-month period for static braking, but now I deduce from the people's will that Tang Baichuan has not moved at all for a month, and the emperor is already anxious, and there must be an edict urging him.

A big show of martial arts will make a gap in the defense, and I don't think there is a need to make a big show of martial arts, Tang Baichuan won't wait too long."

Cheng Taishan looked at Mo Lingfeng.

They were waiting for Mo Lingfeng to make a decision.

Mo Lingfeng leaned back, looked up at the top of his head, and covered his gaze: "Don't practice martial arts, but urge without leaving a trace."

Wu Jin nodded: "I'll do it, last month's fire burned down a social warehouse, so I used it to make a fuss."

At this time, outside Jeju City, as Wu Jin expected, there were newcomers around the new emperor, who, at the behest of the new emperor, brought several jars of imperial wine to reward the three armies.

Tang Baichuan knew that rewarding was no different from urging, and after thanking him, he said without softness or hardness: "Since ancient times

The city is a difficult matter, and it is common for those who cannot take it in a year, and this matter cannot be rushed."

The envoy laughed and said, "You are in a hurry, but the treasury is in a hurry, and besides—the whole world is watching."

Tang Baichuan was helpless, sent the envoy away, divided the imperial wine, sat in the middle tent and thought for a long time, until the third watch in the middle of the night, he still couldn't sleep, and simply got up and walked to the nest car.

He asked the sentry who had been replaced, "What is the situation at the head of the city?"

The sentry replied, "As before, the soldier is tired, leaning against the wall, and rarely moving around with words."

Tang Baichuan nodded, his brows furrowed into the word "Chuan", and stood in place for a long time, and when he was about to leave, the small white flag suddenly shook in the board house above.

The soldier pulled the pulley, took the board house down, and the sentry inside came out, walked in front of Tang Baichuan in three or two steps, and arched his hand: "Dadu Tong, there is a small commotion in the city just now!" Two soldiers scrambled for food and were dragged down!"

Tang Baichuan's spirit was vibrant: "Grab food!"

Well-trained soldiers, well-fed and well-fed, will not violate military discipline for a bite of food, is there a problem with the grain and grass in Jeju City?

He thought about it again, and thought it was unlikely.

Mo Lingfeng dared to rise up, and it was impossible for the grain and grass to last only one month.

He thought of the fire that had just entered the city when the Mo Jiajun had just entered the city, and he carefully interrogated the people who had fled Jeju, and the fire burned an entire street, and there was an empty community warehouse inside.

Whether it is empty or full seems to be difficult to say now.

"Lead the horse," he said, turning back to his soldiers, "to the south gate!"

His own soldiers led the horses over, and he took twenty more guards, rode his horses and whips, and went out of the southern city gate.

Outside the Jeju South Gate is the wharf, and a river runs from west to east.

A bridge was erected on the opposite bank of the river from the east city gate to the south city gate, the bridge pier is a boat-shaped big stone, it is the stone strip stacked in layers, the two ends are separated from the water potential, a total of four piers, the bridge deck that can cross the fortune boat in the middle is a big pine wood, just like the urn city suspension bridge, can be collected and erected on the stone pier.

The sound of horses' hooves alarmed the 20,000 horses guarding here, everyone quickly cheered up, Wu Tianyou greeted at the bridge, Tang Baichuan turned over and dismounted, raised his right hand and pressed down, interrupting the salute that everyone was about to exit, while striding towards the riverbank, while asking Wu Tianyou: "What is the movement of the traitor?"

Wu Tianyou followed him closely: "There is no movement, but the spirit is gradually languishing."

"Where's the smoke?" Tang Baichuan walked faster and faster, "Has there been a decrease in the past few days?"

The rear camp of the Mo family army is near the south city gate, near the water source.

"Nope." Wu Tianyou followed.

"Is the rotation on time?"

"I'm a little late for today's rotation."

"Call the sentry down."

"Yes."

The soldiers with torches almost ran after them, the flames flickering, and the ground was full of figures.

Tang Baichuan walked all the way to the vicinity of the nest car on the river bank, and when he was ten steps away from the nest car, he stopped stepping forward and glanced at the soldiers standing guard on the river bank.

As soon as he saw the fire, a wave of anger immediately rushed into his heart.