Nearly two hundred miles south of Shenglong City, the Mo family army camp in Annan was set, and a smoke rose in the cooking fire.

The soldiers in the camp were almost sitting around the earthen stove, waiting to eat the food cooked in the pot.

There is nothing in the pot, just a small pot of rice and a large pot of water.

Of course, those who are more diligent will pick some wild vegetables or catch some fish. However, even if these things are added, the cooked rice is just half-dried and undried porridge. It is almost impossible to fill your stomach.

Annan is not rich, and with the years of war, most of the farmland has been wasted. It is already very good to be able to eat half full at this time. The common people even have no need to drink porridge, so they can only find wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger.

The Mo family army has been stationed here for nearly a month. It’s not that they don’t want to rush their troops south and attack Qinghua directly. The main reason is that the terrain near Qinghua is too complicated, and the Zheng army is particularly good at sneak attacks. They have tried to attack south several times, either ambushed or cut off the food route. Every time they return in a mess, the war has fallen into a deadlock.

In the handsome tent, the temporary coach Mo Wenming was sitting there in a daze.

His talent in leading troops to fight was actually not very good, and he didn't even like his military career. Usually, he liked to read, recite poems, and do the right things. Rather than saying that he was a general, he was a literati. However, Mo Dengyong sent him to command the army, just because he was Mo Dengyong's nephew, and he was the least ambitious among the Mo family.

What he was thinking about at this moment was not a matter of war, and he didn't think about leading his army south to attack the Zheng family, because when Mo Dengyong left, he told him that as long as he guarded the camp, he would do nothing else.

He was considering the fate of the Mo family, because the Zheng family repeatedly sent missions to the Ming Dynasty to request the Ming Dynasty to send troops to attack the Mo family. After several times, the Ming Dynasty finally sent troops.

The Ming Dynasty was the country of the Celestial Empire, and the Ming army was almost invincible in their impression. If the Ming Dynasty really made a ruthless move and wanted to deal with the Mo family, their Mo family would definitely be done.

They all knew this very well, so his uncle Mo Dengyong had already gone to the Ming Dynasty to ask for surrender, and he didn't know what the result was.

He was sitting there in a daze, when a sudden sound of horse hooves sounded outside. After a while, a commander with a flag on his back hurriedly walked in, knelt on one knee and bowed, "Report that the Emperor's ancestor has set out from Shenglong at Chen hour and will arrive at the camp before sunset."

The Emperor Ancestor is Mo Dengyong, because now the Emperor Mo Fuhai is already the third generation of the Mo family.

Didn’t the Emperor’s Ancestor go to the Ming Dynasty to invite surrender? Why did he come back so soon?

Upon hearing this, Mo Wenming quickly got up and left the tent, and asked someone to prepare horses. Then he summoned a group of generals and guards to meet the north.

Sure enough, as soon as he ran less than five miles from the north gate of the camp, a dense sound of horse hooves sounded in front of him. This must have been the Emperor's Ancestor.

However, what is strange is that the Emperor's ancestor did not ride in a sedan chair or a car, and even brought dozens of horses to the side.

What's wrong with this?

Mo Wenming greeted him with a surprised face, bowed on the horse's back and said, "See the Emperor's Ancestor."

This is not because he relies on his many soldiers and generals to show off his character. Mo Dengyong was just a fisherman before he became famous, so he did not value etiquette that much. Especially for the children of the Mo family, he was very kind. Even if he met in Shenglong Imperial City, they didn't have to kneel down, let alone outside this military camp.

Mo Dengyong didn't feel any disrespectfulness, but instead pointed at a powerful general beside him with a smile on his face and said, "Civilization, this is General Yu Dayou, the general of the Guangxi general of the Ming Dynasty. Why don't you pay a visit to him quickly?"

General of the Ming Dynasty!

In terms of true strength, I am afraid it is stronger than King Annan!

Upon hearing this, Mo Wenming quickly turned over and got off the horse, knelt on one knee and bowed, "Little Wang Mo Wenming, see General Yu."

Seeing this, Yu Dayou hurriedly flew off the horse, held his arm and lifted it up, and said repeatedly: "No need to be polite, no need to be polite."

Mo Wenming was really flattered. Isn’t it rumored that all the officials of the Ming Dynasty were quite arrogant? Why is this person so kind?

Mo Dengyong, who was standing beside him, couldn't help laughing and said, "You still call yourself Xiao Wang, hahahaha, you prince was not personally granted by the Ming Dynasty, so you dare not call yourself Xiao Wang in front of General Yu."

Mo Wenming couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he heard this.

Yu Dayou shook his head and smiled silly: "It's okay, it's okay. As the saying goes, follow the customs, you don't have to pay attention to titles and other titles."

Mo Dengyong was only able to make jokes like this when he saw Yu Dayou being honest and honest. If it were Yang Cong here, he would probably not dare to laugh, let alone laugh so much.

Everyone exchanged a few greetings and went straight to the camp. After they arrived at the coach's tent, Mo Dengyong ordered people to take out the map, spread it on the coach's table, and then gave in to Yu Dayou. Then they stood in front of the coach's table with Yu Dayou, staring at the map and looking carefully.

Yu Dayou looked at it for a while before asking solemnly: "Mr. Mo, how many troops are you stationed here? So what about the Zheng army?"

Mo Dengyong said without hesitation: "We have stationed nearly 100,000 troops here. According to the scout investigation and the situation of many wars, there will be at least 50,000 troops."

One hundred thousand to fifty thousand, why not attack?

Yu Dayou couldn't help but say curiously: "Mr. Mo, there seems to be no city along the way, why don't you lead your army to attack Qinghua?"

Mo Dengyong shook his head helplessly and said, "Oh, the general doesn't know that the Zheng family was originally a rich family in Qinghua. They are deeply rooted in Qinghua. They are particularly good at ambushing and sneak attacks. We attacked several times, either because they were ambushed and unable to take care of both the head and the food route was cut off by them. We really had no choice but to station here and stop moving forward."

When Yu Dayou heard this, he frowned and said, "What do you mean by Zheng's advantage of the convenience of the geographical advantage?"

Mo Dengyong nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, there are low mountains dozens of miles ahead, with narrow roads, which is extremely unfavorable for the passage of the army. In addition, the Zheng family has been operating here for more than a hundred years and is extremely familiar with this terrain. We will suffer a loss as soon as we rush in!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Dayou couldn't help but stare at the map and fall into deep thought.

"The Art of War" says, "The mountains and forests are dangerous and obstructed, and the terrible paths are all over the land;" "If you move in the land, you will do it." It is not suitable to fight, not to mention that the enemy is extremely familiar with this, and you are going to pester you here.

What should I do? The Governor General explained that within one month, he must help Mo take down Qinghua and destroy Zheng!

"If you are broad, you will do it." If you don't work, change to other paths.

Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but look at Qinghua's surroundings.

The sea is east of Qinghua!

When he saw the sign on the map, his eyes lit up.

This is not the vast mountains like Yong'an Prefecture, but low hills, and the seaside should be accessible.

He thought about it for a while and then asked, "May the east coast pass through?"

Mo Dengyong was stunned when he heard this. He walked around the beach. He had never thought about it. Because Qinghua was on the south side of Shenglong, and the coast was on the east side of Shenglong. Although it would not be completely different when walking around the beach, the road was at least twice as long. Moreover, there were many hills between Shenglong and the coastline, so it was extremely inconvenient to transport food and grass. Therefore, he had never thought about walking around the beach before.

Doesn’t General Yu know how much food a hundred thousand troops will consume in a day?

He couldn't help but reminded: "General, it's possible to pass by the sea, but it's extremely inconvenient to transport food and grass. The food consumed by a hundred thousand troops in one day is not a little bit."

Unexpectedly, Yu Dayou said without caring: "What does this matter? You can prepare the food and pile it up along the Yuanjiang River east of Shenglong City. We will naturally transport it for you at that time."

When Mo Dengyong heard this, his eyes lit up. Yes, the Ming Navy had hundreds of warships. Although they could not participate in the war directly, there was no problem in helping transport food.

The problem of food transportation has been solved. Walking by the sea, it is simply unobstructed!
Chapter completed!