Chapter 735: Survival
Wei Yan’s resentment did not affect Feng Yong.
At this time, he was sitting in the tent of the camp, looking at the statistical data sent by Zhang Yuan, full of joy.
Probably because Jincheng felt that they were really impregnable, or maybe because Jincheng sent reinforcements in front of them, there was a shortage of troops.
That's why there were only a thousand people escorting such a large amount of food and grass.
To do the math, you have to do the math first.
Feng Yong took out his pen and calculated the account in detail.
Thirteen thousand hu of grain were sent from Jincheng to Yuzhong. The journey was not too far.
Excluding the consumption of civilians, livestock, and escorting soldiers on the road, the remaining food was at least a month's ration for five thousand soldiers during wartime.
If there are 10,000 reinforcements from Jincheng, they will have about half a month's rations.
After receiving such a result, Feng Yong couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh.
Being behind, really being too behind!
Thinking of the ration bags carried by everyone in his army, Feng Junhou felt proud. I can crush you with just logistics. How can Feilongqi lose?
When Zhang Yi came in, he saw Feng Yongzheng smiling from ear to ear. He, who was already overjoyed, also grinned.
“Oh, Bo Qi is here? Sit down.”
When Feng Yong saw him, he quickly greeted him, "How are the arrangements outside?"
“Back to Junhou, everything has been arranged. People from the Dark Night Camp have sent manpower from both the east and west directions. If there are police, they will sound the alarm.”
“There are also those civilians who have gathered back and are now asking them to dig trenches as a precaution.”
Feng Yong nodded, "That's great. Have you asked what happened?"
There were too many supplies robbed, and it was almost night, making it inconvenient to march, so we could only rest for one night with this small camp as the center.
The captured civilian husbands came in handy.
“I asked. This batch of food and supplies is from Jincheng, and is going to be sent to rescue the Cao thieves in Yuzhong.”
When Zhang Yi said this, his face became even more joyful, "Your Majesty, we are really lucky this time. According to the prisoner, Jincheng sent reinforcements to Yuzhong five days ago."
“We have robbed so much food and grass this time, and the Cao thieves who went to rescue Yuzhong may not survive for a few days.”
Feng Yong nodded.
Otherwise, why couldn't he help laughing just now?
With Jincheng’s military strength, if they can send 5,000 troops to rescue Yuzhong, that would be considered as exhausting all their efforts.
Coupled with the civilians and auxiliary soldiers, there are more than 10,000 people in the sky.
Without this batch of food and grass, Jincheng's reinforcements will have to wait for the northwest wind to blow.
That’s not right, there is not even a northwest wind this season.
Thinking of this, Feng Yong couldn't help but grin.
Now he is stuck between Jincheng and Yuzhong. If Jincheng wants to send grain again, it will need at least 10,000 to 20,000 troops to **** the grain.
But now it is a question whether there are still 5,000 troops in Jincheng.
So this time, I really hit Cao Thief's seven inches directly.
“Your Majesty, what should we do with those prisoners of war?”
Zhang Yi asked again.
"Take off all their armor and clothes. After dawn tomorrow, send half to the east and half to the west. Let them go and report the news to Jincheng and Yuzhong."
If only a few are sent back, the coach will most likely hide them all in order to hide the news and stabilize the morale of the army.
But if hundreds of people from both sides are sent back, I don’t believe that this news cannot be spread.
Having said this, Feng Yong rubbed his hands and smiled: "Let's eat early tonight and tomorrow. Kill a few more animals to reward the soldiers. Everyone has worked hard these days."
Hearing what Feng Yong said, Zhang Yi couldn't help but swallowed, and quickly stood up and clasped his fists: "No! The general will make arrangements personally!"
After eating solid food for so many days, I almost vomited.
It’s not just that they robbed so much food and grass this time, the key is that there are still a lot of livestock. If they are not used to reward the soldiers, how can they be left to Cao Cao’s thieves?
Feng Yong's military order was passed down, and the entire army immediately cheered loudly, and started to kill cattle and donkeys in preparation for the festival.
Large pieces of meat were thrown into the cauldron, rolled in water for a while to remove the blood foam, and then some salt was added.
Or you can use it directly for moxibustion and roasting.
On the other side, steam was rising from the cauldron, and the yellow corn stew was stirred until it became thick.
The aroma of various foods began to fill the air above the camp.
Ordinary soldiers can eat meat, which is equivalent to celebrating the New Year. How else to do it?
Meat is delicacy, but does it matter whether it is well cooked or not?
If the cooked meat is not tasty, you can sprinkle some salt on it yourself. It will be really delicious.
It’s all confiscated stuff anyway, don’t feel bad!
But the food for the commander's camp cannot be so rough.
Feng Junhou's personal guard camp has special servants.
The steward is a master, and with a boning knife in his hand, he is about to do tricks.
But I saw that he took a deep breath first, then held the beef with his left hand and held the knife in his right hand, breaking it down and scraping the bones. The boning knife seemed to be alive in his hand.
In just the blink of an eye, not only was the meat on the bones cleanly picked, but the beef was also cut into pieces **** wide and one knuckle long.
Aroused applause from all the servants.
“Shua!”
The leader of the handyman swung the knife, and it was nailed straight to the wood next to it.
But he pointed to the mountain-like pile of meat and said to the cook standing next to him, "Make these first. If you don't have enough, call me again!"
The cook gave a thumbs up: "Master Han's skills are amazing!"
Han Long had a look of pride on his face, "That's because my skills are not something that ordinary people can learn."
In a very loud tone, Manager Han often boasted that the personal guards around Feng Junhou wanted to ask him for martial arts lessons.
But no one among the servants dared to laugh at him.
After all, the guards around the king do have to call him "Master Han".
So everyone has quite a lot of speculation about the identity of this handyman. Many people think that he is at least an old man who follows the prince, and he is also very close to him.
Maybe he knows some rough tricks, otherwise the boning knife wouldn’t be very effective.
But he definitely wasn’t good at martial arts, otherwise he wouldn’t have been assigned to take care of these handymen.
Ten cooks cannot compare to one Master Han in the skill of removing bones and chopping meat.
But when it comes to cooking, even a hundred Master Han can't compare to a cook - this is Han Long's own admission.
The cook grabbed a large pot of meat, put various seasonings in it to marinate, and at the same time asked someone to set up a pot to light the fire and start boiling oil.
After a while, the oil smoke started to rise, there was a splash, the marinated meat was poured in, and the aroma of the meat wafted up.
Han Long took a deep breath: This is the taste!
Although dry food is also delicious, no matter how delicious it is, it can't compare to the meat fried in a pot!
How about saying that Feng Langjun’s family has a long history?
Even the way of eating is different from other people in the world.
Stir-fried beef, beef blood soup, and big bones don’t take enough time to cook, but you can make do with it.
With some meat sauce, freshly steamed buns, and sticky yellow rice porridge, Han Long grabbed a portion first and found a corner to eat.
What the prince eats is what he eats, and whenever the prince eats, he eats it.
This was ordered by Feng Junhou himself.
In the commander's camp, the cook was putting out food when Jiang Wei suddenly walked in hurriedly, "Your Majesty!"
"Hey, Boyu, you have a really good nose. I just sent someone to find you, and you will be here soon." Feng Yong pointed to the seat next to him, "Sit down quickly."
Jiang Wei did not obey the order, but gave him a fist first, with even a trace of anxiety on his face.
“Your Majesty, there will be something to report in the end.”
"Huh?" Feng Yong noticed something strange about him and was slightly startled, "What happened?"
“Your Majesty, at the end of the tour, the general inspected each camp and found that most of the food sent to the Tiger Infantry was meat. However, the Mo Dao Brigade, Wudang Camp, and even the Junhou’s personal guards did not have enough meat, so they made up for it with offal.”
Jiang Wei's face was not only worried, but also a little uneasy, "The prince, the general and the Tiger Infantry are now under the command of the prince, how can they be treated differently from other camps?"
"Oh, this is the matter." Feng Yong coughed, "Bo Yue, this is not what you imagined. Among the Qiang Guards, if you have the opportunity, you need to eat more offal of poultry and livestock. This is the rule. "
How could Jiang Wei believe this statement?
His brows furrowed and he said, "Your Majesty, fairness in rewards and punishments is the most important thing. If your Majesty, because the Tiger Infantry Army is sent by the Prime Minister, you will treat it specially, for fear that the army will not accept it, please think again."
Looking at Jiang Wei's appearance, Feng Yong could only comfort him and said, "Bo Yue, there is a reason why I did this."
"And I am not treating the Tiger Infantry with kindness. On the contrary, I have selfish intentions for the soldiers who protect the Qiang Xiaowei Mansion."
When Jiang Wei heard this, his brows furrowed even deeper, and the words "I don't believe it" were almost written on his face.
Let other camps eat the offal of livestock, and the Tiger Infantry eat meat. Isn't this a kind treatment?
It’s just that Feng Yong had a high position and a relatively distinguished reputation, so Jiang Wei didn’t dare to say too harsh words.
“Sit down first and listen to my explanation.”
Feng Yong was a little helpless at Jiang Wei's insistence and pointed to the location.
Jiang Wei reluctantly sat down, but his eyes kept looking at Feng Yong. It was obvious that he wanted to hear a reasonable explanation from Feng Yong.
At this time, Zhang Yi and Jufu entered the camp.
The two of them first smelled the aroma of food in the tent, and then saw the food laid out, and they swallowed together.
“Bo Qi and Xiao Xing are both here, sit down and eat quickly while it’s hot.”
Feng Yong quickly greeted the two of them again, and took a sip of millet porridge from his bowl. His stomach had been suffering these days.
There are not many rules in the army. When Zhang Ni and Jufu saw Feng Yongdu moving, they naturally followed suit.
“Your Majesty!”
Jiang Wei couldn't help but remind him again.
“Oh, Bo Qi, come and explain to Bo Yue why he feeds the offal of animals to the soldiers who protect the Qiang Xiaowei Mansion.”
Feng Yong drank a few more sips and felt that his stomach finally warmed up.
Zhang Ni, who was gnawing meat and bones, was stunned for a moment when he heard Feng Yong say this and couldn't react for a while.
“When the general was dividing the meat, he specifically asked General Jiang. Didn’t General Jiang say that there is no habit of eating the offal of poultry and livestock among the Tiger Infantry?”
When Jiang Wei heard this, he was stunned at first, and then showed a look of shame.
He stood up and cupped his hands towards Feng Yong and Zhang Ni, "The general is too selfish and did not realize that there is not enough meat in the army..."
“Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit!”
Looking at the young man's anxious look to admit his mistake, Feng Yong stretched out his greasy hand, pressed it down, and motioned him to sit down, "Wait until Bo Qi finishes speaking."
Then he looked at Zhang Ni and said, "Bo Yue thinks that we feed the Tiger Infantry with meat, but feed the soldiers who are guarding the Qiang Colonel's Mansion with the offal of livestock. He is afraid that the soldiers will be dissatisfied."
Zhang Yi suddenly realized and laughed and said: "General Jiang misunderstood. This is the rule of the Qiang Protector's Office. On weekdays, try to let the soldiers eat as many poultry offal as possible."
Jiang Wei heard Zhang Yi say exactly the same thing as Feng Yong just now, and then he began to believe that Feng Yong had not lied to him.
But he became even more confused: I heard that Feng Junhou treated the soldiers well and won their hearts. How could there be such rules?
"General Jiang doesn't know something," Zhang Ni glanced at Feng Yong, who was just munching on beef bone marrow, and continued to explain, "Your Majesty has a method that can cure blindfolded birds."
When Jiang Wei heard this, he thought he had heard wrong, and subconsciously asked in surprise, "A blindfolded bird?"
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Anyone who can participate in night raids can be considered an elite.
When the army is sleeping at night, they are not allowed to shout loudly or move around at will under any circumstances. A little more chaos can easily cause camp roars.
An important reason for this is that most people in the army are blind at night.
The results of the camp roar were horrific. At best, the camp was in chaos, and at worst, the soldiers killed each other.
Even if there are no enemies, an army that roars at night may break up on its own.
“Eating more offal of poultry and livestock can cure blindness in birds.”
Zhang Yi was afraid that Jiang Wei would deepen his misunderstanding, so he explained more.
“It’s not enough to eat the internal organs of animals once or twice. You need to eat more to cure it.”
"I heard General Jiang said that the Tiger Infantry has no habit of eating the offal of poultry and livestock. If it is only eaten this time, it will not be of much benefit, so it is not distributed to the Tiger Infantry."
“If there are any mistakes, please forgive me, General Jiang.”
Zhang Yi said, wiped his hands, stood up and held his hands in apology.
Jiang Wei quickly returned the gift, "So that's it. I'm lonely and alone. The fault is mine, not General Zhang's."
Then he saluted Feng Yong again, "I have little knowledge, it is better for you to make me laugh in case something happens to you!"
Feng Yong nodded slightly, swallowed the porridge in his mouth, and then pointed to the food in front of him, "It's almost cold, why don't you eat?"
Seeing that Feng Yonghun didn't care, Jiang Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
His heart was gone, his knowledge gained, and his appetite suddenly whetted his appetite. He followed Feng Yong's example, no longer caring about etiquette, and began to feast.
Feng Yong glanced at Jiang Wei intentionally or unintentionally, and at the same time he was thinking:
With Jiang Wei's temperament, it would be fine if he met a boss who could distinguish between public and private matters.
For example, a gentleman like me who is praised by Jiang Wan personally for his ability and political integrity.
But if you meet a villain, you will inevitably suffer a loss.
For example, Huang Hao was assassinated by Feng Langjun, who was both capable and virtuous.
Feng Langjun, who was both talented and virtuous, robbed the Wei army's food and grass here, slaughtered the cattle and horses to reward the whole army, and ate a lot, so he was very happy.
But the reinforcements led by Zhang Hua, the governor of Jincheng, suddenly fell into a huge crisis.
When he heard that the food and grass had been robbed, his first reaction was that someone was lying about the military situation.
Zhang Hua drew his sword on the spot and put it on the neck of the captain who ran back to deliver the letter. He even pressed it with too much force and drew a blood line.
He gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you know what crime you committed by lying about military information?"
The captain, whose face was covered with dirt and was only wearing a single piece of clothing and no outer robe, burst into tears: "General, how dare you lie?"
“The Han army suddenly emerged from the mountains. There were at least 20,000 to 30,000 people. The villain only led a thousand people, and the rest were all civilians. It was really difficult to resist..."
"Twenty or thirty thousand? Where did so many Han troops come from? How did the Han troops appear in the rear? Did they fly over?"
When Zhang Hua heard this, he was so angry that he kicked the captain who had returned from defeat.
“Come here, lock up all the defeated soldiers and interrogate them one by one!”
It doesn't matter if one person says this, but when two or three hundred people say it, Zhang Hua's heart suddenly sinks to the bottom.
Although the information about the Han army obtained from the defeated soldiers was inconsistent.
Some people say there are thirty thousand, some say there are fifty thousand, or even one hundred thousand. There are different opinions.
The only thing everyone agrees on is that there is no food and grass.
It doesn’t matter where the Han army came from, nor does it matter who robbed one’s food and grass.
The important thing is that you must withdraw your troops immediately.
Because the food in the army can only last for five days at most.
I must return to Jincheng within five days.
Ps: Ancient units of measurement were divided into large and small, such as large dou and small dou. In addition, the size defined by each dynasty was also different, so historians now have different views on the measurement standards of each dynasty. The unit in this article only adopts one of many statements, and the research party and the data party do not need to take it seriously.
(End of this chapter)