It is chilly in March, and the melting snow makes the rammed roads muddy.

There are a lot of military camps outside Luoshan City, the capital of Luoshan Province. The varied military tents are chaotic to cover the entire field, and countless military flags of various colors are numerous. Thousands of red-scarved soldiers gathered here to camp. The people are noisy and horses are neighing and jubilant. The smoke from the morning cooking fires covers the entire area with a layer of smoke.

Luoshan City has doubled its city under the management of Nanchuan officials, becoming the most prosperous city in Luoshan Province. However, Luoshan City has been occupied by Red Turban soldiers at this moment, and the entire city has become chaotic.

The originally neat streets were filled with turbid sewage. The discarded items were soaked in the dirty sewage. The feces of war horses made the streets smell bad. The drunk red-weather soldiers fell asleep on the steps, and the poured wine had dried up.

From time to time, a brigade of red scarf soldiers patrols holding various weapons walked past the city streets, watching those drunken colleagues, and put their finances into their pockets.

Three hundred thousand red scarf soldiers invaded the Luoshan Province controlled by the Nanchuan Army. Their attack was unexpectedly smooth. From February, there was almost no decent resistance to enter the border of Luoshan Province and the capital of Luoshan Province, which was five or six hundred miles away.

Originally, the Red Turban soldiers were still afraid of the Nanchuan Army and were very cautious, but in the face of the victory of unstoppable attacks and capturing the villages along the way, they finally threw even the last trace of fear out of the sky. After occupying Luoshan City three days ago, the leader of the Red Turban Army, Beiwang Wu Tiance, ordered the entire army to celebrate for three days and continue to march in three days.

The Governor's Mansion has become the temporary garrison of the Northern King Wu Tiance. Thousands of elite red scarf soldiers guarded here. Wu Tiance fell asleep at dawn after struggling with the two plundered girls. But he was soon awakened.

"Master Beiwang, Master Beiwang." The personal soldiers' voice was very anxious and knocked on Wu Tiance's door with a thump.

Wu Tiance was woken up from his sleep, his face was so gloomy that he opened the door, yelled at his personal soldiers: "You are impatient when disturbing my Qingmeng early in the morning, right?"

The personal soldiers were so scared that they lay on the ground in fear when they faced Wu Tiance's scolding, and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy like a chicken pecking at rice: "Good your life, please give me your life."

"Tell me, what's the matter?! If it's a trivial matter, I will not forgive you today." Wu Tiance spoke impatiently while yawning.

The personal soldiers hurriedly replied: "Mr. Beiwang, the leader of Longhai who we sent to the north was defeated, and only a few of them escaped."

The personal soldiers answered while observing the change in Wu Tiance's face. Wu Tiance was moved by the sight, and he immediately felt relieved. His life was saved.

"Who defeated them?" Wu Tiance asked with a frown. He remembered that there should be more than 10,000 red scarf soldiers under his command. How could he be defeated easily?

"I heard that it was the Nanchuan cavalry, with a number of thousands of people. One charge dispersed the leader's team."

"What a waste," Wu Tiance cursed, and then ordered his personal soldiers: "You go and ask which leader is willing to go to Teres in the north and destroy the cavalry. If you dare to attack me, you will be impatient to live."

Wu Tiance said and turned back to the room, slammed the door and left the personal soldiers for a while before leaving. Losing 10,000 people was nothing to Wu Tiance. He could form another team in two or three days. Moreover, he now has 350,000 red scarf soldiers, rich and powerful, and the loss is almost the same as a drop in the bucket.

Wu Tiance returned to the bed, pulled the quilt open, revealing two snow-white bodies. This was the little girl who Wu Tiance plundered in Qinghe Province. He howled, "Little Madam, I'm here!" Then he rushed forward.

"Dongdongdongdong! Dadongdongdongdong!"

Just as Wu Tiance was having fun playing with two little ladies with pear blossoms, the door was knocked again.

Wu Tiance, who had been disturbed by the good things in succession, got out of bed and picked up a stool and smashed it towards the door. His arm strength was amazing and he actually smashed a big hole in the door. The person who was knocking on the door whispered and was immediately hit on the face.

"Damn it, are you still finished?" Wu Tiance stepped out the door angrily. When he saw the staff who were falling to the ground with blood on his face, his cursing voice became weaker.

"What are you still standing there? Go and find a doctor!" Wu Tiance, who was angry in his heart, shouted loudly at the guards standing not far away. He walked down the steps in two steps and helped the fallen staff up.

"Oh, Mr. Liu, I'm so sorry. I don't know it's you." Seeing the blood-faced aide, Wu Tiance looked embarrassed.

The staff member was also tactful. Although his face was covered in blood and grinned in pain, he did not dare to be arrogant in front of Wu Tiance and waved his hands repeatedly: "It's okay, it's just skin trauma."

The aide's face was scratched off by the edges of the stool. Fortunately, the doctor arrived in time and stopped the blood in time and bandaged it. However, this face might have been ruined. Although the aide was angry, he did not dare to make a comeback to Wu Tiance.

"Mr. Liu, I wonder what you came to me early in the morning?" Perhaps feeling guilty, Wu Tiance personally poured a cup of tea for his staff and asked.

The ninja's aide had a burning pain on his face and spoke to explain his purpose: "Lord Beiwang, in recent days, the leader we sent to the surrounding areas to collect food and grass back to say that the villages and towns everywhere were empty, let alone food, even the wells were thrown into rotten animals. It seems that the Nanchuan Army is trying to strengthen the walls and clear the fields."

Wu Tiance asked: "How long can our food and grass last?"

The staff member replied with a worried look: "More than 300,000 people eat horses and chew them, and the stock is up to one week, so we can't stay in Luoshan City for too long, otherwise there will be a risk of food being out of stock."

"Damn, these Nanchuan troops are so vicious. If we want to starve us to death, we will do our best to go to Nanchuan Province."

The staff nodded in agreement and said, "There is only this now. If we cannot obtain new food as soon as possible, our morale is unstable at that time, and I am afraid that the Nanchuan army will take advantage of it."

The Red Turban soldiers developed from the rebel army. They pursued the policy of fighting to support war, so there was no such thing as logistics. After eating the food in one place, they moved to the next area to continue eating, just like locusts transiting the border [31 Novel Network], no grass grows wherever they go. For such a huge army without logistics, Lin Chuan's policy of dealing with them is also very simple, that is, starve them to death.

When the Nanchuan army withdrew from Luoshan City, according to Lin Chuan's order, no grain of food was left for the Red Turban soldiers in the surrounding towns. Lin Chuan hoped to trap the Red Turban soldiers to death through the solid walls and clear the wilderness, starve the Red Turban soldiers to death, and avoid fierce battles in the front.

Although the Red Turban soldiers are very weak in combat, the number of people reaches 300,000, which is not a small number. Even if the Nanchuan Army defeats them on the front battlefield, they will be greatly damaged, which is very unfavorable for the Nanchuan Army.

The current opponents of the Nanchuan Army are not only the Red Turban soldiers, but also the powerful Hanhai Empire. Lin Chuan cannot let the Nanchuan Army lose too much. After all, every Nanchuan soldier is a family behind him, and every Nanchuan is precious. Lin Chuan does not want to fight with the Red Turban soldiers and both lose money and is taken advantage of by the Hanhai people.

Therefore, according to the suggestion of Chief of Staff Xue Wen, the Nanchuan Army's tactics against the Red Turban Soldiers have changed greatly. It is no longer a frontal battle, but a side attack, jamming the Red Turban Soldiers' throat through food. (To be continued)
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