"Who said I'm afraid? I just don't want the soldiers to die in vain!"

"I think what Buddhist monk said makes sense. We are already like this. If we don't take a risk, there will only be more Baekje people after the spring begins. Maybe Japanese and Goguryeo reinforcements will arrive. At that time, we think

There’s no chance even if we try our best!”

Seeing everyone arguing, Wang Wenzuo remained silent. Liu An couldn't help but ask: "Sanlang, what do you think?"

"In my opinion, it's a bit early to consider this!" Wang Wenzuo stared at the snow under the hills, where crows were circling over the Baekje camp, croaking: "After all, we still don't know much about the situation of the Baekje people.

"Young Master, it's easy to mess up if you act rashly. Let's strengthen the camp first!"

Sixian City, shops and warehouses.

The air was filled with the smell of dust and old paper. In front of Wang Wenzuo were rows of wooden shelves reaching up to the roof. The shelves were filled with all kinds of goods: salt, soybean oil, dried fish, candles, medicinal materials, etc.

In order to avoid causing a fire, Wang Wenzuo blew out the candle in his hand and only relied on the faint light from the skylight to compare the goods on the wooden shelves. In the dim light, he was like a ghost walking in the aisle.

"There are sixty-five packs of dried fish left!" Wang Wenzuo exhaled a long breath, made a mark with charcoal on the account book, and smiled at the old man behind him: "That's right, I've troubled you these days, Mr. Cao!

"

"It's a matter of one's duty, how can it be troublesome or not!" Wang Wenzuo said that Mr. Cao was an old man in his fifties, with a thin build, a semi-bald forehead, and a very lush gray beard on his chin. He was one of Cao Ye's subordinates.

The only accountant who was willing to stay, Wang Wenzuo asked him to take care of the accounts of the stores in his hands. He stroked his beard and said with a smile: "But having said that, the business these days has been frighteningly good. The money earned in one day is worth more than

It’s better than the past half month!”

"That is, after this battle is won, no one in Sixian City knows whether they can go back alive. Why are they still keeping copper and silver? If you don't take them with you in life, you will not take them with you in death. Happy

One day is one day!" Wang Wenzuo took out a piece of dried fish from the dried fish bag and smelled it: "Old man, can those three Korean women and children survive here?"

"It's okay, you work very hard! You can see that they all come from a poor background, and they won't be lazy if they have enough to eat!" Mr. Cao replied.

"That's good!" Wang Wenzuo stuffed the dried fish back into the straw bag: "Tomorrow you can cook thirty kilograms of rice, dried fish, pickled plums, and dried seaweeds, all ready to be made into rice balls!"

"Well! Are you going out of the city?"

Wang Wenzuo didn't answer. He walked to the door of the warehouse, stopped, and looked at the heavy snow outside the door: "In such a cold day, the blood should be frozen immediately as soon as it comes out!"

Liu Renyuan did not let Wang Wenzuo wait outside the Duhu Mansion for long. When Wang Wenzuo walked into the study, he saw Liu Renyuan talking to the marching commander Shi Dushuang. There was unfinished breakfast on the table, and a soldier was cleaning the table.

So as to free up space.

"Liu Gong!" Du Shuang ignored Wang Wenzuo and continued to say to Liu Renyuan: "The defense of the West Gate is quite weak, and a Luocheng should be built. The specific plan is like this, please take a look!" He said while placing a map on the table.

Making gestures on the top.

"Well, then I'll do what you want, hurry up!" Liu Renyuan nodded, and waved to Wang Wenzuo on the side: "Come here, Sanlang, what do you want to do?"

"I have something to report to the general!" Wang Wenzuo said in a deep voice, "It's about the Baekje thieves!"

"Baekje thief? What's wrong?" Liu Renyuan's attention was attracted. Du Shuang also stopped packing the map and turned his attention to Wang Wenzuo.

"The general feels that the current heavy snow is a rare opportunity for our army to reverse the situation!"

Liu Renyuan exchanged glances with Du Shuang, and his expression became serious: "Tell me your plan!"

"Yes, General!" Wang Wenzuo recounted Shen Faseng's judgment on the Baekje people: "From what General Mo has seen, if he leads hundreds of elite soldiers, each with two horses, and rides on the heavy snow, the enemy is unprepared, and he can cover up the enemy in winter. If we join the battalion, we can turn the entire battle situation around!"

Liu Renyuan grabbed the beard under his chin, rubbed it hard, frowned, and was speechless for a moment. Du Shuang on the side asked: "Then have you ever thought about what would happen if it doesn't work?"

"I will choose the best riders and the strongest horses to bring back the news. At least I will let you know where and how we died!"

Liu Renyuan was dumbfounded. His mouth was big enough to stuff a magpie. After a while, he shook his head and sighed: "No, I can't send the bravest group of men to die——"

"General, I only need three hundred people, and I will recruit the rest from the three Han people. As long as you provide enough weapons and armor, and ensure that the selected people will be enrolled in the Tang Dynasty military register!" Wang Wenzuo persuaded: "What do you want? Think, even if you fail, you will only lose 300 people; if you succeed, you can turn the entire war situation around. If we do nothing and wait for this winter to pass, and wait until the snow melts, the Baekje people will come back and kill 300 more people. People, what difference does it make if there are three hundred people less?"

Liu Renyuan and Du Shuang looked at each other and sighed: "Okay, Sanlang, I promise you. It's really a pity. What if you were born thirty years earlier and meeting the late emperor, the manager, and the duke were just a common thing?"

When Wang Wenzuo walked out of the Duhu Mansion, a cold wind came to his face, but it could not extinguish the churning flames in his chest. Ever since he learned from Liu Renyuan that day in the Duhu Mansion that the Tang army in Sixian City was an abandoned son, A thought kept rolling in my mind - how to survive this dead situation.

Judging from the series of actions of the Tang Army in the past year, the sea-crossing expedition to Baekje launched a few months ago was an out-and-out military adventure. Its purpose was very simple, which was to attack Baekje and contact Silla. Allies, attack Goguryeo to the north and attack Goguryeo from a flank. From a military point of view, this risky gamble has won! The Tang army commanded by Su Dingfang was overwhelmingly powerful against the Baekje army. They won two battles and approached the capital city, destroying it in one fell swoop.
Chapter completed!