Chapter 291: Injury to the point

Baoding Prefecture.

The Yan army was stationed in the city. Since the Yan army entered the city, the city gates have been closed. More than a hundred Hongwu cannons that accompanied the expedition were all mounted on the top of the city. Various huge rocks, tung oil, saltpeter, gunpowder and other weapons used to defend the city were also filled with horse roads on the city walls. The food and grass from the large-scale operation of Peking entered the official warehouses in the city, and all the things related to defending the city were prepared.

When the generals in the Yan army such as Zhang Yu, Qiu Fu and others saw this posture, they naturally understood what Zhu Di meant.

The prince is planning to defend Baoding to the end.

According to geographical location, Baoding Prefecture is close to Beiping and is the last barrier to the south of Beiping. If this city is lost, it can only retreat to Beiping. It will be really beaten to the old nest. If Beiping is besieged by the imperial army, it will be basically the general situation.

In several consecutive battles, except for the Battle of Baigouhe, the Yan army took some advantage due to God's help. The rest were beaten to pieces by the court. Jinan City was attacked for more than ten days without conquering it. Tens of thousands of Yan soldiers were killed in Zhending Prefecture. The Yan army completely lost the initiative on the battlefield due to Zhending Battle. The soldiers under Zhu Di knew very well that the current situation was not optimistic.

History has always been written by the victors. Rebellion is a gambling thing. Whether you want to or not, everyone's wealth and life have been betrayed by Zhu Di on the gambling table. If you win, the ugly face of rebellion and usurping the throne will be beautified by historians in later generations. This is the real "Fengtian Jingnan", and it is the just battle of the prince's rebellion against the foolish court. If you lose, rebellion is rebellion. The 100,000 Yan soldiers in history books must be traitors and slandered by later generations for hundreds or thousands of years. Of course, these are no longer their business. If you lose this war, what awaits them must be the ruthless butcher knife of the court. Since ancient times, how many losers will have a good end?

On the battlefield, we have always rely on the strength of both sides to speak, and we cannot tolerate any tricks. Although there are many classic examples of winning with less in ancient times, those victory only achieved with far-sightedness, the right time, place, people and all of them are the premise of taking advantage of all the time, place, and people. Those examples cannot be copied. Such things that go against the sky can only be regarded as miracles that occasionally flash in the long river of history. Not a miracle can happen in any war. Most of the time, war depends on the strength of both sides. Whoever has a strong fist can win, and more people will definitely bully few people. This is the truth, just like the sun rises from the east every day, subverting the unbreakable truth.

The current situation is that there are many people in the court, and the court's fists are hard.

Everyone in the Yan army knew that the situation was probably a little bad now. After being forced back by Xiao Fan's rogue moves in Jinan, the Yan army was holding a breath as if it was pierced by a needle. It was leaked thousands of miles away and it was irrescue. The good luck of advancing along the way seemed to have been used up. After Jinan retreated, the Yan army was defeated again and again, and was finally forced to retreat to the doorstep.

The imperial army is about to be suppressed. Will it be defeated in this battle?

Everyone stared at the most conspicuous handsome tent in the middle of the camp, with panic and fear in their eyes.

In the tent.

Zhu Di stared blankly at a dim lonely lamp on the desk in the tent, speechless for a long time.

There seemed to be a doomsday lingering in the air.

Wrong, the war was wrong from the beginning.

This is the conclusion that Zhu Di came to. It was too hasty, and those who accomplished great things plan and then acted, but he did not do this. He was too anxious. His inflated ambitions could make a person stronger and impulsive. Zhu Di, who has been stormy for a long time, knew very well that achieving great things was like stewing soup. It was boiled slowly on low heat to stew the freshest flavor. When the fire was high, the time for stewing was less, and the soup must be a failed soup.

The same is true for rebellion. You accumulate strength and wait for the opportunity. Once the time is ripe, you will move like a nine-day dragon, and you will use a thunderous blow to the enemy. If the time is wrong and the heat is not right, it will inevitably lead to a painful failure. If the soup is stewed, you can stew it again. Can you still fight again if the rebellion fails?

Of course, Zhu Di had reasons that he had to rebel. The court slowly showed his fangs to him, and Xiao Fan even implemented military reforms against him. All these actions made Zhu Di unable to sit still. If he did not rebel, he could only wait for death. If he rebel, he might have hoped to sit on the dragon throne. Unfortunately, he underestimated the court's army too much and underestimated Xiao Fan's handsome talent.

Xiao Fan seemed to be the nemesis who was sent by God to suppress him.

Now that I have been defeated again and again, I have been forced to retreat to Baoding Mansion. How should I go about the following road?

The dim lights swayed, and Zhu Di sighed deeply, looking lonely and depressed.

After several years of fighting, I realized how terrible Xiao Fan was. If I could go back to that day, Zhu Di swore that he would not offend this young man, nor would he send someone to assassinate him several times. His current failure is actually paying for his rash decisions back then.

The curtain of the handsome tent was lifted, and Monk Daoyan walked in hurriedly.

"Prince, there is something not so good..." Daoyan, who had always been calm, had a rare look of panic on his face.

Zhu Di's heart was so sank that it would definitely be a very serious bad news that Daoyan could have shown this expression. Over the past few days, there has been too much bad news.

"What happened?" Zhu Di asked in a deep voice.

It was already autumn, and Daoyan's face was sweating slightly. He wiped his face and said tremblingly: "Prince, many generals reported to me just now that many soldiers in the camp have become lazy recently. They are weak and powerless when practicing. Sometimes, the soldiers are often sleepy and dozed off, looking like they can't wake up, and yawn all day long..."

Zhu Di felt relieved, and sighed without hesitation, saying: "That's all? What's the big deal? Our army has failed in recent times. I believe that the morale of the soldiers is a little depressed. It is necessary to be lazy when practicing. It is normal for the King of Japan to lead them to win two battles. The morale will naturally be as good as the rainbow of the sun. Mr. has been worried too much."

Daoyan shook his head with a serious look on his face: "Prince, there is something strange, it's not that simple. This situation has only happened in the past two days, and it's not a small number. All the soldiers in our Yan Army camp are basically like this. At first, I thought it was because of morale. Later, I called a few people to try it, and then I found that something was wrong..."

"How did you try?"

"I have picked up dozens of powerful men from many generals. These are elite soldiers of a hundred battles. They can pull a six-stone strong bow on weekdays, and praise the whole army with their strength. I asked them to pull the bow again today, but they couldn't even pull the four-stone bow. It was very difficult to pull the three-stone bow. There was also a team of close-fitting heavy sword hands of the prince. They usually take care of the prince's safety. If the prince is in danger, he is responsible for the task of blocking the enemy in the back of the palace. On weekdays, a long sword of more than 50 pounds is dancing. Today, I asked them to practice. They used their energy to eat, but they only danced very hard. A few of them were accidentally smashed by the big knife..."

Zhu Di's relaxed expression just now gradually disappeared, and his bearded face looked terrified.

"What sir means is... the strength of my Yan army soldiers has become smaller?"

Daoyan shook his head and said, "Not only that, I went to the camps to take a closer look and found that the soldiers were in poor spirits. The soldiers who were originally alive and vibrant were like they had tuberculosis in the past two days, depressed and lifeless..."

Zhu Di's burly body trembled unconsciously, and the terror on his face became more and more intense. He finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Have you ever asked the soldiers in the camp to see it?"

"The doctor has seen it and dared not draw conclusions, but the doctors are sure that the soldiers are absolutely abnormal, and it is not caused by morale. Look at the symptoms, they seem to have been infected with evil spirits..."

Zhu Di trembled and laughed loudly, sounding like crying: "All 100,000 soldiers were all caught in evil spirits? What a bullshit statement! Did I attract the plague god of heaven? I have such a great face?"

"I don't agree with these doctors' statements. After thinking about it, I thought about it and thought that this matter has nothing to do with evil spirits. It's a bit like being poisoned..."

Zhu Di took a deep breath: "Poisoning? What does it mean? Could it be that the group of Xiao Fan's critters who came and went without a trace sneaked into my camp to poison?"

"This is impossible. The food and grass of our army battalions are scattered into the hands of the generals. Those ghostly people may be able to throw one or two places, and it is impossible to throw poison all over the entire camp! The food and grass that the 100,000 soldiers eat every day is piled up like mountains, and the land where my camp is stationed for dozens of miles. Even if the dozens of people under Xiao Fan sneak in, they cannot throw all the huge camp."

"What's going on?"

Daoyan was silent for a while, gradually lowered his eyelids, and said firmly: "This happened to the soldiers of the entire camp, which shows that the problem lies at the root!"

Zhu Di was shocked: "You mean...the grain silo in Peiping?"

Daoyan pulled the corner of his mouth, smiled coldly, and said, "Maybe it was the Beiping granary, maybe it was the person who escorted grain and grass to Baoding halfway, maybe... it was the person who sold grain and grass to the prince!"

Zhu Di's face was covered with cold air: "The person who sells food and grass? Is the shopkeeper of the Dafeng Grain Store... Wang Gui?"

"Apart from this, does the prince have a better explanation?" Dao Yan's face was cold.

Zhu Di's body, sitting behind the desk, shook slightly, and the lights in the tent reflected his face with a blue murderous intent. The dim light was particularly hideous and terrifying.

"No matter whether it is Wang Gui or not, I would rather kill him wrong than let him go! I immediately ask someone to go to Peking, take down Wang Gui and send him to Baoding Mansion. I will personally examine him!"

Daoyan nodded slightly and should be right.

"Also, the grain in the camp is sealed and no longer allowed to be eaten. Ask the grain supervisor to go out to the camp immediately and go to the towns around Baoding to buy grain from local grain merchants. This matter should not be disclosed, and it must not be known to anyone in the army, otherwise there will be chaos! Sir, remember!"

"I don't have to worry about it, prince, if the soldiers are really poisoned..." Daoyan became a little hesitant.

Zhu Di smiled miserably: "If you are really poisoned, what else can we fight against Xiao Fan? What strength do we have to fight him? I have no money and my life will be over!"

"The matter has not been clarified yet, so the prince must not give up on himself. Everything will be done after taking Wang Gui and then carefully interrogating it."

Zhu Di sighed sadly and silently.

He was trembling from the bottom of his heart. Yan Army was his capital for the throne. If he was really poisoned, it would be like someone unknowingly draining his capital. He could not imagine how an army that could not carry swords and guns and could not ride a war horse would fight with others in blood. That kind of situation would probably only be slaughtered?

If this person who instructed the poisoning was his old opponent Xiao Fan...

Zhu Di suddenly had a cold war and his body trembled uncontrollably. If it were Xiao Fan's instructions, this young man would be too terrible. What would he end up with being an enemy of such a person?
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