It snowed heavily, and the Tang army's offensive against Goguryeo on the eastern and southern fronts, which had invested 300,000 troops, was in vain and had to be postponed until next year. Goguryeo could free up its hands to contain the Silla people, making it difficult for them to send troops to support the Tang army, and the Japanese also

Taking the opportunity to intervene on the peninsula, the small group of Tang troops who stayed in Sixian City suddenly found themselves alone, surrounded by enemies on all sides, and separated from their motherland by a vast sea.

Wang Wenzuo envisioned changing places with Emperor Gaozong, and there were only two choices he could make: send a fleet to evacuate the city's defenders, leaving the remaining mess to the Silla people, and save the Taoist friends but not the poor Taoists; or send

Reinforcements are coming to continue the fight. The latter is fine. The former means that all the blood and sweat Wang Wenzuo has shed in the past six months has been in vain, and he still owes Cao Ye a thousand gu debt. This money is a bottomless pit for him.

The better Liu Renyuan fought in Baekje, the more favorable the situation, and the higher the probability that Gaozong would make the second choice. After all, this was just the "second battlefield" for the Tang Dynasty. It only had a containment effect. If it affected

The frontal battlefield is definitely not possible. So instead of staying in Sixian City for the winter and letting fate decide, it is better to take a risk and win glory and wealth, but lose a small life.

"Old Zhang Cao! Old Zhang Cao!" Wang Wenzuo's voice echoed over the yard. Mr. Cao, who was counting the goods, hurriedly crossed the aisle and walked towards the hall: "Captain Wang? What's the matter?"

"How much money are there on the books right now?" Wang Wenzuo asked directly.

"How much?" Mr. Cao was stunned. He scratched the back of his head and said, "This old man doesn't know for a while. He will find out after checking the accounts!"

"Then check it quickly. I need money before tonight, and I need to hurry up about the rice balls!" Wang Wenzuo flicked his sleeves: "Also, call me a smarter guy, I can be useful!"

"Hey!" Mr. Cao responded, and he stretched out his hand to call a young man: "This is the old man's nephew, his name is Cao She'er, he usually does things well!"

Wang Wenzuo looked at the young man. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, but he seemed to be quite smart. He nodded: "Okay, it's you, pack up and follow me out of the city!"

Cao Sheer responded and ran away. Mr. Cao looked at his nephew's back and asked cautiously: "Captain Wang, are you going to——"

"Send out the troops to do something big!" Wang Wenzuo smiled widely, but his face was full of cold murderous intent: "There is nothing I can do. I owe your master a thousand gu, and I'm afraid if I don't give it a try,

You’re in it for the rest of your life!”

Erzhagang, military tent.

"What, just three hundred people? Sanlang, are you crazy?" Liu An asked in shock, with anger in his words and more confusion.

"I'm not crazy! I plan to make up for the remaining shortfall from the three Koreans raised!" Wang Wenzuo replied.

"Why use Sanhan people?" Master Shen stood up and asked, "Are they more trustworthy than our own Pao Ze?"

"Because their lives are worthless!" Wang Wenzuo replied: "If three hundred soldiers of the Tang Dynasty died, Liu Duhu would feel distressed all morning; if a thousand Sanhan people died, Liu Duhu would just say "Oh!" If you want to

This is the only way to get his approval!"

"Then how many people are you planning to take on the expedition?" Liu An asked.

"Eight hundred people! The Protector has agreed. The deficiencies in armor can be made up in Baekje's arsenal!"

"Eight hundred people? What can these people do?"

"It's enough. We don't have too many soldiers. As long as we use them in the right place, eight hundred people are enough!" Wang Wenzuo said solemnly: "Besides, in this weather, having more people is a bad thing!"

"A ragtag group of people recruited at short notice can be said to be elite soldiers. Aren't you contradicting yourself?" Shen Faseng interjected.

"We have to practice for more than ten days before departure. At that time, it is still possible to form a formation and fight!" Wang Wenzuo stood up: "Everyone, I will not force this matter. If you are willing to go with me, you can go. If you don't want to go, you can go. Staying is all of your own free will!"

"I do!" Master Shen was the first to stand up: "I want to see how you, Sanlang, trained a group of newly recruited rabble-rousers in just ten days!"

"Count me in!" Cui Hongdu stood up and patted the bow bag on his waist: "Without Cui's bow and arrow, Sanlang, you may not be able to sleep or eat well!"

"And I!"

"And I!"

…

As he spoke, everyone in the room stood up to respond. More than a dozen burly men stood up and crowded the general tent. Finally, only Liu An was left sitting. His face turned red and white, and finally he shook his head dejectedly: " Sanlang, I'm afraid I can't go with you, it's not that I'm afraid of death, it's just that with so many people coming from the countryside, someone has to take them back!"

"Brother Liu, there is no need to explain, I understand everything!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "You and I have not known each other for only three or five days, and Liu Wu is not a person who is afraid of death. I feel at ease as long as you stay!"

Liu An nodded excitedly, and asked in a low voice: "When do you plan to send troops?"

"It depends on the weather, but it will take at least ten days to train the rookies." Wang Wenzuo whispered: "Everything else will be troublesome to you, Wulang!"

"This arsenal is so majestic!" Looking at the building in front of him, Master Shen took a breath of cold air.

Wang Wenzuo nodded, and Master Shen's exclamation was not surprising. The arsenal of Sixian City is composed of four square, ugly but solid buildings. The gray-black walls are entirely made of granite of the same color, and there are suspended bridges between the buildings. It is connected by multiple roads, with perforations, watchtowers, parapets, iron gates, and trenches. It is more like a heavily guarded fortress than a warehouse.

"This is the talisman letter from the Protectorate!" Wang Wenzuo took out the letter of receipt for receiving the armor and handed it to the school captain guarding the gate: "Please count it!"

"Oh, Wang Wenzuo, get the armor needed for five hundred people. They have the marks of Du Changshi and the Protector. Hmm, come in!" The captain guarding the gate is a thin man, with a long and narrow face that looks like... A fox, with a fox-specific cunning expression on his face: "Are you Wang Wenzuo?"

"Exactly down there!"

"Wang Sanlang, I've heard about his name for a long time!" The captain gestured to his men to open the door for Wang Wenzuo, and raised his thumb and said: "Last time, the whole army returned from the rescue of Zhenxian City, this time we set up a fence outside the east gate and attacked again. It’s a good man who will defeat the Baekje thieves!”

"I don't dare!" Wang Wenzuoqian thanked him: "It's just luck!"
Chapter completed!