"But, Grandmaster, we can't watch the brothers downstream get beaten for nothing!"

Mao Wenlong did not answer, but asked something else: "Staff Officer Zhang, is there any news about the more than a dozen people in Dongjiang Town now?"

Staff Zhang was stunned for a moment. Then he said, "Master, most of the more than a dozen people outside were trapped, and the gains were not as good as before. Now only half of the Tartars were surrounded by Zhenjiang Fort, and the others were all out to find trouble for our more than a dozen routes. So, several of the people who were close to retreat to the sea..." Zhang Heng immediately told the latest news.

"Oh, that's it!" Mao Wenlong frowned and thought for a while, and then said, "The account cannot be settled like this. Although our more than a dozen people have no results in fighting, we are not wrong. We are right. Your Majesty's arrangement this time is to make the Tatars unable to cultivate, and they can only continue to fight with us and temporarily retreat to the sea. It's okay, wait for the Tatars to leave and go back again. This time, Your Majesty does not pay attention to any city, nor does it matter if you defeat the enemy, nor does it matter how many enemies you can kill, nor does it matter how many enemies you kill, or even the responsibility for retreat... As long as the Tatars cannot cultivate, we will win. Just rely on the Tartars to support tens of thousands of people and horses for years to fight, I want to see how long the Tartars can last..." The more Mao Wenlong said, the higher his voice, the louder the voice, and the higher his confidence also rose.

With Mao Wenlong's generous explanation, the generals and their followers were a little anxious and tired, and their faces were filled with spirit again.

"Sunzi said: Those who have won the temple before they fight will have to be counted more; those who have not won the temple before they fight will have to be counted less. More than that, even if they are not counted, the general is right, as long as His Majesty's temple is counted for victory, even if the Tartars defeat me for more than ten ways, they will beat me everywhere and beat me everywhere, the final result will be that we will win. As long as we make the Tartars unable to go back to cultivate, the Tartars will definitely lose..." Zhang Heng immediately followed up.

Mao Wenlong nodded constantly and said, "Staff Officer Zhang is right. This time, we are going to drag the Tartars to death and make them retreat. Of course, we can't make the Tartars too relaxed. Since he still has the heart to run around outside and find trouble for my children, then I, Mao Wenlong, have to add some materials to him, and not make him too relaxed..." Mao Wenlong smiled mysteriously.

"Mao Da..." Mao Wenlong shouted.

"Father, the child is here." Mao Da agreed immediately.

"Have those things been smoked?" Mao Wenlong asked mysteriously.

Mao Da was stunned for a moment, and he didn't sleep for a night, his mind was a little stiff. What do you mean by those things? But then he remembered it and said happily: "Brother-Manager, this matter has been done a long time ago. It has been a few of them and it has been done almost. Even if it is left outside, it can be left for a long time. Besides, if you are gradually getting cooler today, Father-Manager, please make sure that there is no problem. If you don't get wet in the rain, you can hang until the beginning of next spring..." Mao Da said enthusiastically.

When they heard his own commander say this, and when Mao Da said it without any scruples, the people around him had changed a lot. What were those things? Everyone knew in their hearts that many people had turned pale, and when they thought of the gloomy and terrifying thing, many people began to retching.

"Okay, since it's done, then hang it up. The Tartars still have the will to seal the river with cannons, and they still have the time to divide the troops out to trouble my children. Then I, Mao Wenlong, have to add some materials to him. I want to see, can the Tartars still bear it when they are hung out?" Mao Wenlong's mysterious smile made the people present creepy.

Zhang Heng's face was pale and he swallowed with difficulty. The things Mao Wenlong said were not good things, they were all the corpses of the killed Tartars. Now, as Mao Wenlong said, they were already smoked, made into something like "bacon" and hung on the city wall. When he thought of the strange smell, Zhang Heng felt a stomachache. Although he had been on the battlefield, had seen dead people, and even saw the corpse of Tartars for the first time, he had pickled and smoked them dry. Zhang Heng had never heard of this kind of thing. Now, Mao Wenlong had done it. I don't know how much the hatred between Mao Wenlong and the Tartars reached, so that Mao Wenlong could do this without any scruples.

Mao Wenlong looked at Zhang Heng's pale face and smiled and said, "Staff Officer Zhang, but I think I, Mao, are too savage? Too dark, despicable?"

"Master, no, just when I think of those things, I can't help but feel a little stomach-wrenching..." Zhang Heng turned his stomach and tried his best to calm the answerer Mao Wenlong.

"Hahaha... It's okay, just be more familiar. Thinking about it, we came from a sea of ​​corpses and blood back then. The scenes were even more terrifying than this one and I have seen countless people. This is just a small scene. Now those things are only taken out and hung up. If the reinforcements cannot be reached, there will be no food...hehe..." Mao Wenlong said with a smile.

Zhang Heng's heart was already very rumbling, and when he heard Mao Wenlong say that he had eaten it, his heart even more rumbling, but he just held back his breath and did not vomit.

There were a few followers next to him who couldn't help but retching on the side, but more people were indifferent, as if this kind of thing was common and just a small scene.

Seeing Zhang Heng's pale face, Mao Wenlong patted Zhang Heng on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, aren't it just a few corpses of Tartars? It's not a big deal. My Mao Wenlong's intention to attract the Tartars and entangle the Tartars, forcing the Tartars to attack. Since the Tartars have the leisure to do other things, don't blame me Mao Wenlong for making tricks and want to quietly surround Zhenjiang Fort. There is no such cheap thing. I want the Tartars to die and let their blood be blown away in this Zhenjiang Fort..."

Zhang Heng calmed down. Although this was disgusting, as Mao Wenlong said, Mao Wenlong was now defending Zhenjiang Fort, in a very passive state, completely in a defensive state. The initiative in the war was completely on the side of the Tartars. How many people attacked, how many people besieged the city, and even how many people were withdrawn had nothing to do with Mao Wenlong. Even if the Tartars only used 10,000 or 20,000 people to siege the city, and the others evacuated, Mao Wenlong had no choice. Now there are only four or five thousand people in Zhenjiang Fort, and it is impossible to leave the city. All Mao Wenlong could do was wait for the enemy.

If the enemy does not attack, Mao Wenlong will have no choice but to do anything, and Mao Wenlong obviously would not be passive so easily. From the beginning, Mao Wenlong has been using methods to constantly anger the Tartars, forcing the Tartars to attack. Although the things are not very good at killing the envoy to the current mummy corpse, it has to be said that Mao Wenlong's move is a killer. If so many mummy corpses are not yet attacked, if the Tartars still don't come to attack the city, then Huang Taiji's prestige and prestige will be invisible.

"Master, although things are not very good, it is also a good way to attract the Tartars to attack..." Zhang Heng calmed down and said to Mao Wenlong.

"Well, it's right, I think so too. My Zhenjiang Fort is longing to defend the city and defend, so I can only use some means to force the Tartars to attack the city. I also know that this is not very good, but in order to entangle the Tartars, to fight the Tartars, and to eliminate the Tartars, I, Mao Wenlong, took the initiative. Even if I called me Mao Wenlong an evil ghost in hell, I, Mao Wenlong, accepted it...hahaha..." Mao Wenlong said without caring.

A few followers from the side said, "That's right, the general, this little thing is worth mentioning. As long as the Tartars can attack, we are willing to do whatever we want..."

"Haha, Grandmaster, if you are the evil ghosts in hell, we are all a group of little ghosts, not only eating people, but also eating ghosts..."

"Hahaha..." Several generals followed him and burst into laughter. They didn't treat this matter as anything at all. Instead, they were a little bit pale in their faces.

Mao Wenlong also followed his subordinates to smile, looking at the distance, as if he was recalling, and as if he was considering what he would look like one day when he really became an evil ghost in hell.

"Okay, everyone will prepare. Once that thing is hung out, the Tartars will probably take action. Staff Zhang, please trouble you. Once most of the Tartars attack the city, or the Tartars' cannons attack the city, please be sure to fire the cannons..." Mao Wenlong was stunned for a while, and then began to make formal arrangements.

"Yes, the Grand Marshal, the subordinates will definitely not miss the Grand Marshal's affairs." Zhang Heng replied seriously.

"Mao Da, go and rest. Thank you for your hard work last night..." Mao Wenlong said.

"Yes, father-in-law..." Mao Da agreed. Mao Da's sleepiness was already very strong. If he hadn't been standing, he would have fallen asleep.

"There is nothing else to say. Everyone should take care of themselves and prepare for the war. I hope this move will work..." Mao Wenlong said in a distance.

...

The Grand Camp of the Later Jin Dynasty.

Sweat tent.

Huang Taiji was in front of the sand table, constantly gesturing. There was a noise outside the account.

"Go and see what's going on outside." Huang Taiji heard the noise outside and ordered the servants who were serving him.

"Zhe!" the slave responded and went.

After a while, the slave came back, his face was very pale and looked terrified.

Huang Taiji glanced at his slave and asked unhappily: "What's wrong? Are there ghosts outside? So scared?"

"Master, Master..., outside, Mao Wenlong..., Zhenjiang Castle..., them, they..." The slave was very frightened, his words were already a little confused.

"What's wrong outside?" Huang Taiji looked at his slave's debilitating appearance. He knew that things were not good, so he immediately asked angrily.

"Master, outside... outside..." The slave looked panicked in his eyes and hesitated.

Huang Taiji walked over, kicked the slave, and cursed, "It's useless." Then he turned around and walked out of the sweat tent.

There were already many people outside the tent of the Sweat, including Beile and generals, who had already surrounded the Sweat tent.

Seeing Huang Taiji come out, everyone immediately started to shout.

"Khan, let's attack the city. I must kill Mao Wenlong..." A Beller said gritting his teeth.

"Da Han, that dog, Mao Wenlong, dried our Da Jin's body and hung it on the city wall..."

"Khan, if we catch Mao Wenlong, we must cut him into pieces." Everyone said angrily.

Huang Taiji had already guessed the matter from his subordinates and thought that he was not good. In order to force the battle, Mao Wenlong had no choice but to do that move. This move was even worse than the previous time.

Huang Taiji did not say a word, quickly spread the crowd surrounding him and looked towards Zhenjiang Fort. Sure enough, there was a circle of things on the wall of Zhenjiang Fort, and mummies were wearing their Later Gold clothes, which looked so ferocious and terrifying.

"Thousand Mile Mile Mile!" Huang Taiji roared, and a servant immediately handed over the Thousand Mile Mile Mile Mile Mile Mile Mile Mile.

Huang Taiji raised his telescope and observed Zhenjiang Fort in the distance.

The more I looked, Huang Taiji's hands became more and more trembling. After a while, Huang Taiji threw the Qianlijing to the ground and shouted with a terrifying expression: "Mao Wenlong, you evil ghost, I will not be a human being if I don't kill you, I will not be a human being, I will not be a human being if I don't suck your tendons, I will peel your skin. I will not be a human being..."

In the distance, the soldiers on the city wall were hanging the dried and smoked corpses one by one on the top of the city. Through the telescope, you could also see the soldiers on the city wall talking and laughing.

"Khan, let's attack the city..."

"Khan..., even if we use human life to fill it, we will fill it with Zhenjiang Fort..."

"Khan, let's do it, pull Feng Jiang's cannon, and slam it. Take advantage of the opportunity to kill Mao Wenlong..."

Huang Taiji looked at the hideous scene of Zhenjiang Fort and listened to the words of Beile and the generals. The anger and anger in his heart were already burning. However, there was always a voice in his heart that told him that it was Mao Wenlong who deliberately tricked him, deliberately used those corpses to anger him in order to make him attack the city.

Huang Taiji was caught in a fierce conflict. Whether to attack the city or not, Huang Taiji clenched his fists tightly, his face turned as if he was a ferocious ghost who wanted to eat people.

"Khan, siege the city..."

"Khan, let's fight..."

"Khan, don't hesitate, attack the city..."

The generals urged the Baylors of the Later Jin Dynasty again.

Huang Taiji was angry and terrible resentment. Mao Wenlong's move hit him a fatal point. Even if he was a great knight of the Later Jin Dynasty, he would dare to say no in the scene of anger. He was afraid that the prestige he had established for many years would be over immediately. He was afraid that even the great knight could not continue. Who would listen to him? If he was to attack the city, it was obvious that Mao Wenlong was ready to attack the city in the Later Jin Dynasty. When he thought of the thunder and hell explosion, Huang Taiji felt palpitations again. Although it was very simple to order the siege, but when he thought of thousands of deaths and injuries, Huang Taiji was unwilling to accept it.

"Sweat..."

"Sweat..."

"Shanks..." Everyone urged Huang Taiji with resentment and angry eyes. Gradually, the hatred towards Mao Wenlong had already become the point of transferring to Huang Taiji.

Huang Taiji's fist was so tight that it could not be tighter. I don't know when it was bleeding from the palm of his hand. I looked up by chance and found that everyone was looking at him with a vengeful gaze. Huang Taiji was suddenly frightened, and this vengeful gaze seemed to be coming to him.

"Each banner and division obey orders, be prepared to attack the city." Huang Taiji's resentment towards Mao Wenlong was already at an unbeatable level. With this move, either his Dajin suffered losses or his Dajin suffered losses, or his Dajin suffered injuries, or his Khan's position was shaken. Even if he was the Khan of Dajin, he dared not say a word. Looking at the increasingly vicious and resentful eyes around him, Huang Taiji had no choice but to choose to attack the city. He was rational, but it did not mean that everyone in Dajin was rational.

"Zhe!" Everyone changed their vicious resentment on their faces.

"Khan, can you pull the cannons from Fengjiang over? Using cannons to attack the city will definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort. If a section of the city wall can be collapsed, my Great Jin warrior can go down in one go, and Mao Wenlong will die." At the critical moment, Fan Wencheng stood up and fought for something for his master.

"Okay! Xiandou, immediately pull Feng Jiang's cannons back, and all these cannons were lost. They also wanted to collapse the city walls of Zhenjiang Fort. Without the city wall, I want to see what Mao Wenlong has to rely on. I caught Mao Wenlong and when he was cut into pieces, he avenged the warriors of the Great Jin." Huang Taiji saw that his trusted strategist said this at this time, and his mind seemed to have captured something, so he immediately agreed.

"Zhe!" everyone shouted loudly, as if Mao Wenlong would be caught in an instant.

Everyone dispersed.

Huang Taiji entered the sweat tent with his bloody hands.

"Sweat, this hand." Fan Wencheng asked with concern.

Huang Taiji raised his scratched hand and said indifferently: "It's okay, Xiandou, this little injury will be cured for a few days. Xiandou can say, why did he say this just now? You know, Mao Wenlong must have hidden cannons, and he is waiting for my Dajin to pull out the cannons to fight him. I think I, Dajin, don't learn art of art. In this regard, I am afraid that I am far from being a match for Mao Wenlong. If I can't fire a few cannons, I will be knocked out by Mao Wenlong. At that time, I will want to attack the city, but it will be even more difficult. Besides, without the cannons sealing the river, I am afraid that Mao Wenlong's reinforcements will be brought under the river..." Huang Taiji seemed to have caught something just now, but it flashed by without thinking about it.

"Kill, Mao Wenlong is so artificial this time, just to lure me into the trap of Dajin and attack the city in anger. Kill, don't be fooled." Fan Wencheng replied immediately.

"This khan knows, but Mao Wenlong's hand is a bit too poisonous. He actually uses corpses as bait. Thinking that even if Ben Khan is the khan of Dajin, he dare not say anything in that kind of scene! Xiandou said he wanted to transport the cannons, which is of deep meaning?" Huang Taiji asked, and the flash of inspiration that just now could no longer be chased.

"Khan, this is just a temporary measure. The cannon is more than ten miles away and heavy. It will take a long time to transport it to set up. When the transportation comes, I am afraid that the sun will set. Perhaps, I can stop siegeing the city today. When everyone calms down, maybe I can see through Mao Wenlong's poisonous plan. In this way, I can avoid letting my Great Jin Warrior die in vain..." Fan Wencheng bent over and told his reasons.

"Xian Dou, this is a good way to delay time. After today, the situation may change even if it changes... However, the crowd is angry. If you want to calm everyone's anger, you must attack once." Huang Taiji said irritably.

"It's okay to have a big sweat. When tomorrow comes, everyone's anger will be almost gone. Da Han only needs to act a little pretentiously to let everyone know that there is no hope of siege. Naturally, everyone will not mention the word "siege". In this way, no longer blame Da Han. In this way, Mao Wenlong's poisonous plan was used in vain." Fan Wencheng planned for his master.

"Yes, yes, yes, Xiantai is right. In this way, I, the Great Jin Warrior, don't have to be killed or injured in vain." Huang Taiji's brows dissipated and attacked the city in a siege. They have been doing it these days. Although some of them were killed or injured, they could still bear it. If they attacked the city without any consequences in anger, the casualties would definitely be injured.

Huang Taiji breathed a sigh of relief, and saw that his adviser was still frowning, and said, "Xiantai, but what else can I say?"

"Khan, there is a plan, Wen Cheng doesn't know whether to say it or not."

"Xiantai just talks." Huang Taiji said.

"Khan, actually, I, Dajin, have a chance. Maybe I went to Zhenjiang Fort in one go, and maybe I would lose all the cannons. There would be no hope of siege or sealing the river. Dahan..." Fan Wencheng lowered his head and said carefully, while saying that he would look at his master Huang Taiji from time to time. Seeing that Huang Taiji had always been encouraging, he continued.
Chapter completed!