Ofan, this trip will bother you to escort! ”

Xiangguo has died openly, it stands to reason that at this time, Zhang Liang should not be labored, but in today's Xinzheng, there are not many people who can be worthy of the attention and trust of Prince Han Yu.

Looking at the three hundred carts of grain and grass in front of him, although it is not much, it should be able to hold on for a while, and there has been news from the Weishui side, as long as the grain and grass on the Xinzheng side are complete, it will not be a problem to hold on for three months.

Since the other party promised so, how could the crown prince Han Yu not give support.

Although there is a shortage of grain and grass in Xinzheng today, the royal family's consumption has already been reduced, and even now in the Beicheng area, all the grain has been handed over and prepared by the government for two meals a day to cope with this situation.

"Prince, please rest assured, this batch of grain and grass should be sent into the army safely."

Dressed in a light white suit, his grandfather had just died, and he didn't dare to intrude, and in the current situation of Xinzheng, he could only abandon his small family and take the whole of South Korea, looking at the batch of grain and grass in front of him, which was finally raised in the treasury.

This trip has the responsibility of transporting grain and grass, and I will also talk to the front line to save as much as possible, because ...... There is not much food in Xinzheng, and all around Xinzheng have been blocked, and there is no food to be delivered at all.

Although it is spring in March, it will take some time for the grains around Xinzheng to mature.

What they are most short of right now is time!

Survive three months, no worries in Korea!

"Qiancheng, you should be a good student to protect the ovary on this trip."

In Zhang Liang's heart, Han Yu naturally knew that he bowed his head deeply, and then looked at a strong and capable man beside him, it was his own righteous son Qiancheng, and his martial arts were extraordinary.

There are 150 miles to the Weishui army, and on the way, it is inevitable that nothing will happen.

"The prince can rest assured."

Han Qiancheng carried a bow and crossbow, held a sharp blade in his hand, bowed, and walked towards Zhang Liang.

"Thank you."

Zhang Liang is also a gift.

When entering Xinzheng and lacking food, a scattered person automatically gathered, and on the way to transport grain and grass, there was no guarantee that there would be people scrambling, some people were in chaos, and there was a martial arts master to support him.

Farewell to the city gate, supported by five hundred cavalry, Zhang Liang and Han Qiancheng advanced side by side and went south to Weishui.

Two days later!

Riding a person, blood-stained white, with a pale and weak expression, before entering the Weishui military camp, the blade in his hand was clenched, his delicately combed hair was scattered, and between his eyebrows, anger was boundless.

"Who are you?"

The horses moved freely, and the barracks patrolled at him.

Suddenly, the man on the horse fell and fell heavily on the earth.

******

"Grain and grass burned?"

In the military tent, Zhang Liang just woke up from a dream of fear, sat up directly, and saw a black-clothed and silver-haired man in front of him, and suddenly felt a little relieved, but thinking about his mission on this trip, he couldn't help but have pain on his face.

The scene of that day flashed back to my mind again.

A group of hundreds of them had just walked out of Xinzheng City, and two hours later, they had already passed fifty miles away from Xinzheng, and the road had become much narrower.

But then, the nightmare came, and a group of dozens of black-clothed people who didn't know where they came out of nowhere rushed forward directly, their martial arts were not weak, and they ran to three hundred carts of grain and grass, and directly burned them.

The five hundred soldiers accompanying him were also killed, if it weren't for Han Qiancheng's desperate rescue, and those people who wanted to leave quickly, otherwise, I am afraid that they would not be able to escape a little.

It's a pity that in today's situation, it is better to die by yourself.

Without those 300 carts of grain, what face did he have to go to the Weishui army, what face did he have to see Weizhuang, what face did he have to see the 100,000 soldiers guarding Weishui, and he was speechless to see the people of Xinzheng.

"The word has spread."

Wei Zhuang continued to talk to himself, Zhang Liang had been asleep for two days, but in two days, the news of the burning of grain and grass had spread all over the barracks, and with today's military grain and grass, it could still support ten days.

Ten days, there's nothing left to do.

Wei Zhuang also knows the situation in Xinzheng in detail, Zhang Liang's 300 truckloads of grain this time are not easy, and it is even more difficult to have another 300 trucks.

"Brother Wei Zhuang, good ...... Shame on you. ”

At this juncture, no matter how much you say, it is useless.

"How much can the food and grass in the army last?"

Then, it comes down to the point.

"Ten days."

Wei Zhuang responded coldly.

It seems that God is dooming South Korea to fall.

"Ten days!"

"Brother Wei Zhuang, you are familiar with military affairs, what can you do now?"

Zhang Liang's heart suddenly suddenly, and he became more and more resentful of himself, if there were those 300 carts of grain, he would always be able to support it, hold on for three months, and the countries would ask for help, and everything would be worry-free.

Now, there is a mess in my mind, it is really impossible, there are still ten days of food in the army, and it will take at least half a month to prepare when the next batch of grain is delivered.

In such a situation at such an age, Zhang Liangqiang endured the pain in his body, got off the soft couch, and looked at Wei Zhuang.

"I want to defend Xinzheng."

The situation where the grain and grass were burned must have been done by the Qin State, and it was impossible for a mere exile to have that kind of strength.

Qin must know about the situation of the Han soldiers in Weishui, and the day of the attack is probably in recent days, but now, the army is already a little unstable, and it is quite inappropriate to hold on to a war.

With South Korea's current military strength, although it is the next policy to defend Xinzheng, it can always be persistent.

Otherwise, the battle line will be lengthened, and the variables will only increase.

As for the new army recruited last year, Wei Zhuang has long since lost any hope.

"Back to Xinzheng, can you hold on for three months?"

Zhang Liang asked the most direct question.

"If the city is not broken, it can be defended."

Wei Zhuang pondered for a moment and gave a response.

The city of Xinzheng has been strengthened since last year, and with the power of the fierce fire oil that appeared in the last battle between Qin and Zhao, the reinforcement of the city wall this time is enough to withstand that kind of pressure, and it is useless to let the power of the fierce fire oil.

The city is not broken, with the reserves in Xinzheng now, it can only be said that it is barely strong, but if the city is not broken, there will be a chance.

"When will you go back?"

Zhang Liang asked again.

"Five days later."

Wei Zhuang left after speaking.

Zhang Liang, who was left in the military tent with a very solemn expression.

There is no follow-up food and grass, so it can only retreat.

It's just that even if you can return to Xinzheng, South Korea can really hold out for three months, and you will stay in Xinzheng for a long time, and you are very clear about the reserves in the city, and if you can hold on for two months, it will be up to the sky.

Three months, I'm afraid it's not in the annals of history, and the tragedy is dripping.

Thinking of the tragic words recorded, Zhang Liang was even more silent.

Late at night three days later!

On the south bank of the river, the figures are longing, taking advantage of the moonlight tonight to be a little dim, the army slowly marched in, pulling the pontoon bridge that had been made a long time ago, and the soldiers entered the water and built on it.

Behind him, a kind of large trench carts followed, the chariots advanced, and the air of silent killing was turned.

"Well, as Wu Zhenhou expected, the moonlight is different tonight, and the Han army will definitely defend."

Three hundred zhang away from the south bank, Zhou Qing often dressed himself, rode on a horse, followed Ye Teng on his side, and looked into the distance, where the north bank of Weishui was full of lights, and feathered arrows were flying, shooting into the south bank of Weishui and Weishui.

Fortunately, this had been expected before, and the soldiers had already been blocked by shields, and although the advance route was halted for a moment or two, it quickly returned to its original state, and the Qin soldiers on the south bank also had large crossbow machines, stone throwers, and crossbowmen pressing the formation.

The stars in the sky are not visible, the spiritual sense spreads, and thousands of arrows fly sideways.

In the water, the pontoon bridge was built in an orderly manner, and a large number of Qin soldiers gathered on the shore, in order to cross the water, and the soldiers came to Xinzheng.

"Sure enough, they're attacking me tonight."

"Looks like we should leave today."

Although it was originally scheduled to be five days later, it was decided to make a decision on the battlefield, and there were its own changes, looking at the approaching Qin army on the south bank, Han Qiu, Wei Zhuang, Zhang Liang and others who were also quietly watching the battlefield Xianyu.

"Leaving 10,000 foot soldiers to block, with six defensive lines, is enough to inflict a lot of losses on them, and we also have enough time to return to Xinzheng."

Wei Zhuang looked at Han Qiu.

"That's all there is to it."

Han Qiu wanted to return to Xinzheng quickly, but now, this has become the first choice.

After a stick of incense.

The Qin army paid the price of hundreds of people, and built on the Weishui, and then, thousands of people poured into the north bank of the Weishui, a large number of military weapons advanced, feathered arrows pressed the formation, and the ditch opened the way.

Without waiting for those Han soldiers who stayed behind to resist and dodge, the army was overwhelmed, and the sword and shield of the Nanyang Qin army and the spear infantry in the rear were pressed by Hessensen, and the pace was like a burst of thunder.

Three steps and one shout!

Five steps and one drink!

In just two hours, the six fortifications left by Weizhuang collapsed, and 10,000 Korean soldiers were killed, leaving not a single living mouth.

Stepping through the camp where the South Korean army had stayed on the north bank of the river for several months, the military order was issued, and there was no stop for a moment.

An army of 100,000 crossed the water.

All kinds of siege engines rumbled across the ground.

The cavalry roared, the infantry rejoiced, the chariots advanced, and the sky gradually brightened, and there were still more than a hundred miles from Xinzheng.

"Today is the battle!"

Zhou Qingyi took the lead, followed by Ye Teng, and the military order was quickly issued, and Xinzheng must be besieged today and the final situation must be determined.

When the news came out, the whole army was excited, and it was not in vain that they had waited for so long, and it was finally time for the final harvest, and the 10,000 Han soldiers just now could only be counted as small heads, and the real big heads were still behind.

Three hours later, at noon.

The cavalry walked quickly, and had already arrived two miles away in front of Xinzheng City, encamped, and looked at the Xinzheng City in the distance, Zhou Qing bowed slightly, and stayed in Nanyang for nearly a year.

"Ye Teng, send out the paperwork!"

Whether to surrender or hold on depends on South Korea's own decision.

"Whoa!"

The documents have been prepared for a long time, and in today's situation, South Korea has been wiped out, with more than 100,000 troops besieging Xinzheng, and South Korea has no way out.

He handed over the document to a crossbowman from the cavalry battalion, marched forward, shot an arrow, and with the paperwork, nailed it to the arrow tower of the city gate, and all this was returned to the barracks last night.

Wait until Xinzheng's choice.

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