Chapter 742 This road is blocked
The enemy kept approaching the city, but was driven away by the defenders again and again. The two sides fought back and forth like this, enjoying it endlessly.
The defenders could shout and curse from the top of the city walls, and some even urinated on the enemy, but the enemy could only run back and forth.
At noon, the defenders actually had the luxury of having lunch... In those days, whether in the Ming Dynasty or on the grasslands, most people only had two meals a day.
A breakfast and a meal in the afternoon or evening is enough to complete the day.
Most of the scholars and officials in the early Song Dynasty had two meals a day. In order to avoid being hungry, Sima Guang advised his brother to eat more fatty meat, saying that fatty meat could resist hunger.
Jiang Qingzhi ate roujiamo, which is steamed bun with meat in it.
The meat was bacon brought from home, which was steamed and sliced…Sun Chonglou, the fool, picked up a piece of half fat and half lean bacon and looked at it towards the sun, "Master, it's transparent."
It not only contains transparent bacon, but also large slices of braised lamb, and a final batch of vegetables.
Finally, pour a little Xin'an Lane's special sauce into it, and take a mouthful...
Jiang Qingzhi squinted his eyes, his body and mind relaxed with satisfaction.
It’s best not to think about anything when enjoying delicious food. Just concentrate on experiencing the feeling of various foods dancing or exploding on your taste buds.
Hot sauce!
explosion!
Gravy!
explosion!
A group of enemy cavalry took advantage of the defenders' meal to gallop over, with the cavalry on horseback drawing their bows and arrows.
This is preparation for a sneak attack.
Jiang Qingzhi picked up the gunpowder bag at his feet. Boll was quick-witted and rushed over with the lit incense before Sun Bu Tong. Jiang Qingzhi moved the fuse over and lit it. He waited for a moment, sniffed the gunpowder smoke, and then calmly threw the gunpowder bag down.
boom!
Amid the explosion, Jiang Qingzhi took a bite of his roujiamo (Chinese steamed bun). "It smells delicious!"
The sneak attacking enemy fled in a panic, leaving behind several corpses.
Jiang Qingzhi ate a roujiamo, drank the noodle soup, licked the food crumbs off his hands, and then got up and took a walk.
"Take a hundred steps after a meal, and you will live to be ninety-nine." Jiang Qingzhi strolled with his hands behind his back. Huang Mao, who was supervising the laborers moving supplies, saw him and couldn't help but mutter, "This is something only old men do."
Zhang Da is here.
"Uncle."
"have you eaten?"
"Nope!"
"Give him a roujiamo." Jiang Qingzhi pointed at Zhang Da. The chief advisor handed his uneaten food to Zhang Da and rushed over to compete with Sun Chonglou for the last two roujiamo. Sun Chonglou slapped him on the back and he fell down immediately.
"Master, there are some rumors in the city." Zhang Da whispered, "It is said that Master is timid and dare not go to fight. Now the enemy has moved south to the capital, and the capital is in a panic..."
"Look, this rumor is spread in an orderly manner. What a talent." Jiang Qingzhi took out the medicinal cigarette and "find someone from the Jinyiwei."
The captain of the Imperial Guard came and said, "Master."
"How?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
Although Lu Bing gave Jiang Qingzhi the power to command the Jinyiwei of Datong, Jiang Qingzhi did not use it. Old Lu gave him face, so he had to give him face too.
The captain's face looked a little blue, and he seemed to be in his thirties, and he even had bags under his eyes.
"Brothers have been watching the city recently and have discovered many unusual phenomena."
"Tell me." Jiang Qingzhi smiled. "By the way, have you eaten?"
The captain shook his head, and Jiang Qingzhi said, "Give him a roujiamo."
Sun Chonglou gave the last roujiamo to the captain, took out the last bit of meat, licked it a few times reluctantly, and ate it in one bite.
The centurion ate voraciously and praised from time to time.
"It's so delicious!" Baihu swallowed the last bite of food and licked the sauce off his palms.
"Someone is spreading rumors all over the city. It's three waves of people."
"Three waves of people?"
What the hell!
Jiang Qingzhi felt it was a bit magical.
"There must be a group of Altan's secret agents." Jiang Qingzhi scratched his head, "Then... could it be some wealthy merchants?"
Zhang Da noticed that the eyes of the centurions were all strange. They looked at Jiang Qingzhi as if he were a god. "How did you know that, Lord?"
"I guessed." Jiang Qingzhi smiled. "Those wealthy merchants would sell out their country as easily as drinking water if there was any benefit."
There was more murderous intent in the eyes of the captain, "Master, this matter..."
"You can wait as you please." Jiang Qingzhi said, "But if you want to take action, remember to show mercy."
"That's right. If I don't let those rebels know what regret is, all these years of my life will have been in vain." The captain grinned.
"What about the other group of people?" Zhang Da asked.
Jiang Qingzhi shook his head, "I don't know either."
This time it was the captain's turn to be scratching his head. "The brothers targeted a person, but after a few turns, they lost him. Afterwards, many rumors spread in the market..."
Jiang Qingzhi seemed to be thinking about something, "This matter..."
"Long Wei Bur!" Old Yan is here.
At this moment, Old Yan was no longer the majestic Prime Minister of the capital. He was wearing armor... a specially made thin armor. Last time, he was given a set of heavy armor, and Old Yan almost fell down after putting it on.
Yan Song walked with a sword in his hand, looking very majestic.
"The Prime Minister is so handsome and heroic!" Jiang Qingzhi praised casually.
"It's the third day." Yan Song said, "It's been three days since Altan Khan arrived in Datong. According to your calculations, he should be eager to fight."
"This is a competition of who can blink first." Xu Wei ate slowly and just finished his lunch. He burped, "Altan ordered a small army to march south to force my Lord into a dilemma and eventually have to fight. My Lord is as still as a mountain, but Altan is in some trouble right now..." "Tell me about it." Yan Song admired this talented man from Jiangnan very much. He thought that if he had been the examiner back then, he would definitely have hired such a talent.
Xu Wei didn't know what he was thinking, so he said, "If Lord Bo doesn't move, Altan's only hope is that the detachment heading south can advance rapidly, but he is also worried that the detachment will be blocked..."
Yan Song understood, "If the detachment is blocked, Altan cannot advance or retreat. He will be caught in a dilemma."
"Yes. So if Lord Bo doesn't move, Altan won't move either. Now it's like two people facing each other, staring at each other. It depends on who blinks first."
Zhao Wenhua said: "In this case, we can send troops to attack the enemy's small division."
"What you said..." Xu Wei looked at Zhao Wenhua as if he was a fool. "If the city sends out troops, won't Altan send out troops? If you go to attack the enemy's division, won't Altan attack you as well?"
Are you fucking stupid?
Zhao Wenhua was angered by Xu Wei's contemptuous look, "Then let's go out of the city and fight a decisive battle."
"Do you know why my Lord is dragging his feet and not leaving the city?" Xu Wei asked.
Zhao Wenhua, "Aren't you just waiting for news from Altan's army?"
Zhao Wenhua was right, but Xu Wei shook his index finger and said contemptuously: "This is only one reason. Second, the master is waiting."
"What are you waiting for?"
"With more than 100,000 troops marching south, plus the civilians, do you know how much food and grass they consume every day?" Xu Wei smiled gloatingly, "Every day that passes, Altan will have a headache as he looks at the rapidly decreasing food and grass. After three days, I bet that Altan's army will not have more than ten days of food in stock."
Zhao Wenhua thought this made sense, but he couldn't stand Xu Wei's superior gaze and the contempt he showed towards him as a fool. "Ten days is enough."
"Bullshit!" Xu Wei was really disdainful of Zhao Wenhua. "Once the war begins, do you think the outcome can be decided in a day or two?"
"Can't Altan continue to transport food and grass from the grassland?"
"Yes, it is possible." Xu Wei said, "But many times, there are always some unexpected things."
Zhao Wenhua glanced at Jiang Qingzhi, who was looking at...
Zhao Wenhua followed his gaze and saw several ants carrying a small piece of food residue.
"What do you think is the difference between this person and this ant?" Jiang Qingzhi said, "When we see ants fighting for a little food, we must find it funny and feel a sense of superiority like gods. But how would gods, or other things, feel when they see us fighting for benefits?"
Are you trying to mock me for being corrupt... The notorious corrupt official Zhao Wenhua looked gloomy.
But Yan Song was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said, "Is Chang Wei Bo going to imitate Zhuang Zhou and Yimeng?"
"I am not a butterfly, and you are not Zhuang Zhou, Yuanfu."
Jiang Qingzhi looked back into the distance, "An Da, I can't sit still anymore."
Zhuang Zhou had a dream, and he didn’t know whether he was a butterfly in the dream or the butterfly was Zhuang Zhou in the dream.
Zhao Wenhua looked at Jiang Qingzhi coldly, knowing that this guy was telling Yan Song and himself: Although we are in the same boat for the time being, we are not on the same path. So, Zhao Wenhua, don't fucking interfere in military affairs.
Zhao Wenhua glanced at Yan Song, but his old adoptive father did not speak up for him: "What does Chang Wei Bo think Altan will do next?"
"He'll take risks!"
Jiang Qingzhi said confidently, "When he learns that there are tens of thousands of Ming elite troops at Luanling Pass, Altan will definitely take the risk."
……
Ever since Biji led his troops south, Altan has been waiting for good news.
According to the news received earlier by the spies and the White Lotus Sect, there are only a few hundred old, weak and sick people in Luanling Pass, and they can be taken in one go.
"The news should come today."
Altan's lunch was simple, just a leg of lamb and a dish of sauce. He picked up the sauce with a knife and smeared it on the lamb, then slowly took a bite.
The mutton was fat and juicy, slowly releasing the aroma of the gravy in the mouth, making Altan squint his eyes and enjoy it carefully.
"Father Khan."
The second son, Buting, strode in without even notifying the other party. "What are we waiting for?"
Altan swallowed the mutton slowly, feeling a little regretful that his wonderful feeling was interrupted. "Wait for the news."
"Biji is steady, but too steady. Father Khan." Butin came forward and leaned down with his burly body. "How about I lead the army to reinforce him?"
"No need." Anda said lightly.
"Father Khan." Sengge came and glanced at Butin, "Don't disturb Father Khan's thoughts on the war."
"Have I ever interfered?"
"Biji is a general that my father Khan trusts. He has fought countless battles over the years and has never been victorious. Luanling Pass is just a small pass, so how can we defend against him? The news of victory must be on the way."
Buting was irritated by Sengge's confident attitude, "But what if the Ming army has a large force at Luanling Pass?"
"The imperial guards are all in Datong, where did he get the heavy troops?" Sengge looked doting on his brother.
Buting became more and more furious, "Jiang Qingzhi is a great commander..."
"Can he predict the future?"
The sound of footsteps came.
It’s Tuotuo.
Sengge and the other two looked at him.
Tuotuo looked solemn.
"Sweat profusely."
"Speak!" Altan put down the lamb leg, but forgot to put down the knife.
"Biji sent someone to report quickly that there are tens of thousands of Ming troops at Luanling Pass, and they have firearms to support them. It will be difficult to take them down for the time being! He..."
Anger suddenly surged in Altan's eyes, "What did he say?"
"Biji said that Jiang Qingzhi had already made preparations. This road... is blocked."
(End of this chapter)
