In the tent of the Jin camp Marshal, Wanyan Xie also listened to Wanyan Zongwang's report expressionlessly. Although he did not go to watch today's tentative attack in person, it did not mean that he did not care about today's fierce battle. It was just that he did not want to interfere too much in military affairs and underestimate his nephew Wanyan Zongwang.

"You mean, even if we conquer Bianjing, we will pay an extremely heavy price. Is that what I mean?" Wanyan Xie also pondered for a long time and asked.

Wanyan Zongwang nodded, "They were very prepared. The city wall was wrapped in thick ice, which was very difficult to attack. Moreover, the thunder of the sky was highly lethal. Today we suffered heavy casualties."

"The thunder of the sky is not omnipotent. In the late stage of the Taiyuan Siege, Zong Han found the trick to deal with the thunder, and the casualties dropped greatly. Didn't you ask Zong Han for advice?"

Wanyan Zongwang didn't say anything for a long time. Although he and Wanyan Zonghan were cousins, they were also competitors. They were not very good at both public and private relationships. He also knew that Wanyan Zonghan had some experience in dealing with the Song army, but how could he whisper and ask for advice?

Wanyan Xie also certainly understood Wanyan Zongwang's thoughts. He said coldly: "I don't quite understand whether it is the great cause of the Jin Kingdom or the personal grudges that matter. I don't know very well. Tell me about it?"

Wanyan Zongwang quickly knelt down, "My nephew knew his mistake!"

"Knowing a mistake is knowing a mistake, but I don't have the intention to correct it. I'm right!"

Wanyan Zongwang lowered his head and sighed for a while, "It's not that my nephew doesn't want to correct it, but it's a matter between two people. What's the use of my uncle who blames me alone?"

"Okay! Let's talk about this later."

Wanyan Xie didn't want to force his nephew too much. It might not be a bad thing for young juniors to compete. He took out a volume of documents from a box and handed them to Wanyan Zongwang, "This is a detailed report of the Taiyuan Battle. The records of how to deal with the thunder. You can take a good look at it yourself. Although the firearms of the Song people are powerful, they are not omnipotent. They are very prepared and we are also prepared. I hope that in the next battle, I will not let me see you depressed again."

Wanyan Zongwang took over the battle report and bowed and said, "I will do my best, but"

"Just what?" Wanyan Xie was also a little dissatisfied with staring at Wanyan Zongwang. He didn't like his subordinates to push and stop him, and his nephew was no exception.

Wanyan Zongwang glanced at the battle report in his hand and whispered: "Since there is a way to deal with the thunder, I want to train the army to avoid another big loss."

This idea was also good. Wanyan Xie's eyes softened a little, and after thinking about it, he asked again: "How much training time do you need?"

"Ten days or half a month."

"That's ten days!"

Wanyan Xie didn't give Wanyan Zongwang a chance to explain, and waved his hand and said, "I just need to spend these ten days to arrange some other things."

"Why does the Marshal mean the people in the city?"

Wanyan Xie also nodded, "They have endured for more than half a year and it's time to move on."

When a tentative fierce battle ended, the Jin army camp was temporarily silent. Li Yanqing knew that the other party was training in a targeted manner, and would reorganize the attack for about seven or eight days at most. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Yanqing was also strengthening his combat preparations and repairing the weaknesses exposed in the first fierce battle one by one.

The most important weakness is the shortcomings exposed by crossbow arrows. The range of the divine arm crossbow is too far, so it must be shot down close to the battlements, but this is easy to be suppressed by the enemy's bows and arrows. If you leave the battlements and shoot behind, you will not be afraid of the suppression of the bows and arrows under the city. However, this will be unable to shoot the enemy under the city because the divine arm crossbow has a long range.

The best way is to leave the battlements and shoot at a forty-five degrees behind. However, in this way, you cannot use the divine arm crossbow, but use the city guard bow and use the heavy shooting arrows to kill the enemy.

The remedy plan that Li Yanqing thought of was very simple. Each crossbow soldier would be equipped with a large bow for the city guarding. Use the divine arm crossbow at a distance, and use the large bow for the city guarding at a close distance.

This requirement may be difficult for troops elsewhere to meet, but it is easy for the defenders of the capital. The capital gathers the best craftsmen in the world.

Although the Military Conference Hall did not take charge of the army in the past few months, it made great achievements in preparing various combat preparation materials. It created a large number of city-defense weapons, and combined with the stock in the past, it could fully meet the needs of the army.

While making up for the loopholes, Li Yanqing sent hundreds of soldiers to use rope ladders to clear the battlefield at night, gathering the enemy's bodies near the city to dig holes and burn them. Although it is winter now, it is still necessary to prevent the outbreak of the epidemic.

The total permanent population and migrant population of the capital city were nearly two million last year, but after a year of migration, only half of it is left, making the capital city much empty, and the streets seem relatively deserted. Most shops have been closed, and the prosperity of the past is no longer there. Tokyo has experienced a slight decline in just a few months.

This is actually very normal. The capital of the Song Dynasty was mainly concentrated in Tokyo Bianliang, but after a year of gradual transfer, the capital of the Song Dynasty had been transferred to the south, especially in Suzhou and Hangzhou, which made Hangzhou and Suzhou prosper rapidly.

Without capital support, Tokyo Bianliang is like a person without energy and spirit, flesh and blood, and weakness is naturally inevitable.

However, it was not that everything was going wrong. At least the price of grain had dropped. In order to prepare for the war, Tokyo City had transported nearly ten million stones of grain from all over the country, but it was stored as military preparations. The private grain was insufficient. The news of the Jin army going south caused the price of grain to soar. However, Chang Pingchang quickly sold 200,000 stones of grain to stabilize the price of grain, causing the price of grain to fall from the highest level of 500 meters to 80 meters of rice.

Moreover, the imperial court implemented a rationing system. Each civilian over eight years old can buy a dou of low-priced rice in the government every month, which will be reduced by half by under eight years old. If you can't afford the low-priced rice, you can also go to the street relief center to receive free relief porridge. Although you can't eat enough, you won't starve to death.

There is an alley called Wuwen Lane hanging at the entrance of the alley with the words "Inn" written on it. However, to find the gate of the inn, you have to walk thirty or forty steps in the alley before you see another lantern with the inn. Next to the lantern is a mottled and dilapidated door, with the words "Pingkang Inn" written above the gate.

Business is difficult to do nowadays, competition is fierce, and good wine is still afraid of deep alleys. Besides, it is an inconspicuous inn. The business must be light. From the snow accumulated at the door, you can know that this old inn has not had business for a long time.

Strictly speaking, this inn is not small. It is of medium scale in the capital, covering an area of ​​about three acres. A few years ago, it had three acres of land near Daxiangguo Temple. It was already a rich man of millions of yuan, but now, the three acres of land may not be sold even for 3,000 yuan.

The gate of the inn was closed and a sign that was closed was hung, so no one would pay attention to it, but it was not deserted inside the inn. Two strong and tall men were walking towards the backyard with a box.

"Mr. He, the thing is coming!"

"How many times have I said it, there is no minister here, call me Mr. He, shopkeeper He!"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a medium figure, rough and fleshless skin on his face, a hooked nose, thin lips, small eyes, and a typical mean look, but his eyes were particularly flexible and flashed with unusual shrewdness.

The middle-aged man's name is He Nan. His household registration shows that he is from Hejian Prefecture, East Road, Hebei, but in fact he is from Pingzhou, Yanshan Prefecture. He had another identity two years ago, the Minister of War of the Southern Court of Liao State, so everyone called him He Shilang, but the Liao State was destroyed, and Shilang He was just the same as Mao Sangou Si, just a title. If he was called this in Yanshan Prefecture, it didn't matter. But this is Tokyo Bianliang, and now it is a war period. Such a title will undoubtedly bring him a life-threatening disaster.

It was not because of the former Liao Dynasty's Assistant Minister of War, but because of his current identity, the Jin Dynasty's detailed work.

After the fall of the Liao Kingdom, He Nan surrendered to the Jin Kingdom like many ministers of the Liao Kingdom. The Jin Kingdom treated him well and appointed him as the doctor of the Southern Privy Council of the Jin Kingdom. However, before his position was still hot, he immediately received a new appointment to serve as the deputy general manager of the Tokyo Intelligence Department. The General Manager of the Intelligence Department was a Jurchen person and had been staying in Huanglong Mansion, so He Nan became the de facto intelligence director.

The two subordinates quickly changed their mouths and said, "Mr. He, where are the things placed?"

He Nan pointed to the room next to him and said, "Carry into the room!"

The two subordinates carried the box into the house, put it on the table, and went out again. He Nan walked into the house and opened the large wooden box. The box was full of silver ingots. Here were 2,200 silver. Now in the capital, this is a rare thing. Most of the gold and silver were transported away by the powerful and wealthy people. Now, in addition to the inner treasury, there is still a little gold and silver in the capital, which is completely invisible on the market. There is still a little black market, but the exchange price is as high as 10,000 yuan. One or two silver liang needs to be exchanged for ten cents.

This box of 2,000 taels of silver is worth 26,000 guan, which is just value, but it cannot be exchanged for so much on the black market.

At this time, his subordinates brought another box, which contained three hundred taels of gold, which was even more rare. Three hundred taels of gold can be exchanged for five thousand taels of silver. More importantly, there are no gold on the black market. At most, ordinary people only have some gold hairpins, gold bracelets and other jewelry in their homes. These are life-saving things that are pressed at the bottom of the box.

"Mr. He, a carrier pigeon fell in the yard." A subordinate shouted outside the door.
Chapter completed!