Jiang Chengyuan and Fang Heng were both taken aback.
"No, you're still too young," Jiang Jizu said earnestly. "Think about it carefully, is the Guyuan line really the shortest?"
The term "near" has a relative meaning.
If the Tartars were in the east, the Datong Line would be the closest.
If the Tartars are in the west, the Xuanji Line is the closest.
Thinking about it more carefully, where would be the closest place for the Tartars today?
“Father…General.” Jiang Chengyuan’s hand suddenly trembled. “You mean, they will launch a counterattack on the Guanjin line? They want to wipe them out?”
In this fierce battle, both sides suffered over 10,000 casualties, leaving little fighting strength after deducting the wounded.
With the city gates collapsed, it was as if they had entered an empty place. Most of the soldiers were dejectedly cleaning up the corpses and had no idea that the enemy would launch a counterattack.
“But they’ve also been injured, and their morale is low,” Fang Heng objected. “The Guan-Jin line has lost men, but other places will send troops over.”
“It takes time to mobilize troops. Currently, the manpower mainly comes from headquarters. If I’m not mistaken, headquarters will soon encounter a small-scale attack.” Jiang Jizu put his hands behind his back. “Headquarters will mistakenly believe that the enemy is attacking and will withdraw some troops. The remaining wounded and disabled will lose their original city defenses and will find it difficult to resist the Tartars.”
On the other hand, the Tartars captured the Guanjin Line, which the Dayu Dynasty was proud of, which boosted their own morale and crushed the Dayu's beliefs.
At that time, it will not only be the soldiers of Dayu who lose their lives, but also the innocent civilians guarding behind the Guan Jin line.
"Killing two birds with one stone!" Jiang Chengyuan gritted his teeth.
Fang Heng's eyes revealed resentment.
“Since it is a war, it requires the cunning and skill of warfare. It is a contest of thoroughness and courage. These are all my personal speculations today. It is also possible that the Tartars attacked the Guyuan line in the past, and took advantage of the fact that the headquarters' forces were mostly on the Guanjin line to try to launch an attack.” Jiang Jizu said slowly, “The title of Grand General is not something that can be easily given. It requires absolute judgment and absolute responsibility.”
A misjudgment could cost tens of thousands of lives.
You are adorned with flowers and brocade, and cooked with oil over a raging fire.
I will ruin your reputation and make you infamous for all time.
History will not obscure your wrong choices just because you did the right thing.
History is never gentle; every stroke of the pen carries ruthlessness.
"Then I will go to the Guanjin line to prepare defenses and make sure that today's enemy does not return." Jiang Chengyuan cupped his hands. "At the same time, send people to inform all the defenses on the border, especially the four that General Fang is involved in, and tell them to change their combat strategy and correct the weaknesses in the city defenses."
"General..." Fang Heng hesitated, "I have another idea."
Jiang Chengyuan paused slightly as he turned around, looking at him with curiosity.
Jiang Jizu remained calm and smiled in response.
“Since the Tartars are planning a surprise attack on headquarters to feint an attack, shouldn’t we take this opportunity to capture some of them and extinguish their arrogance?” the boy said, emphasizing each word. “Even if we can’t capture anyone, we can still prevent them from targeting headquarters and attacking it.”
Jiang Chengyuan's eyes lit up.
That's how scheming works; you can outmaneuver me, and I can turn the tables on you.
You can use me, and I'll turn the tables on you in return.
Back and forth, it all comes down to who has the quickest mind and who thinks things through the most.
“You guys…” Jiang Jizu pondered for a while, “You guys are very good, this idea is very good, it’s just that there might be a shortage of manpower, the headquarters only has 70,000 people at most.”
These 70,000 men could not be divided into two groups; one group was to lie in ambush along the Guanjin Line, and the other group was to lie in ambush at headquarters.
“We don’t need that many people. There are many ways to set up an ambush.” Fang Heng’s eyes sparkled. “The general is in my hands. I will take care of everything.”
If all the men in the world were like this, how could the Great Yu not prosper?
Jiang Jizu could no longer contain his joy and laughed heartily twice, "Good, good, you all make the arrangements quickly."
The two young soldiers bowed and turned to leave.
The burly man was still laughing. As he laughed, he looked back at the graves scattered on the ground and couldn't help but sigh, "Old Jin... you won't see this, but I believe that one day, the Great Yu will surely prosper and the seas will be calm and the rivers will be clear."
We will all live peaceful, war-free, tranquil, and happy lives.
Yes, it will.
Jiang Jizu did not linger. As night was about to cover the world, he left with his hands behind his back.
Just as he turned around, a stray cat, who had been wandering for who knows how long, spotted the sausage in front of the grave, let out a "meow," rushed over, and began to lick and chew it wantonly.
Only after its hunger was relieved did it let out a soft "meow," curl up in front of the grave, and fall into a deep sleep.
Night gradually settled into the water.
Silence enveloped the frontier, pupils suddenly lost their function, leaving only ears to listen to the wind.
Guan Jinxian transported all the wounded soldiers who were unable to move back to headquarters. Those who could barely ride horses were waiting for reassignment. The remaining soldiers with all four limbs intact were merged with the 60,000-strong Jiang family army at headquarters, and they lay sprawled in the city defenses, rolling around and crying out in pain.
Ten thousand Jiang family soldiers lay in wait inside and outside the headquarters city walls, watching the deep pit dug in the dark and the tripwires hidden around the pit.
The pit was constructed with branches and covered with messy turf. It would certainly look flawed during the day, but at night it could be mistaken for a real structure.
Fang Heng pressed his ear to the ground to listen to the vibrations, and soon his face lit up with joy. "It's here."
Based on experience, there should be more than 10,000 Tartars.
That makes sense; to intimidate Jiang's army at headquarters, a certain number of troops must be deployed.
If dozens of people come to cause trouble, they will only be shot to death by a hail of arrows.
"Does this mean the pressure on the Guanjin line will be less?" Jiang Yi asked.
Fang Heng shook his head. "As long as the Tartars are determined to take the Guan-Jin line, they will have a lot of men, and the pressure there will be immense."
The 10,000 people at headquarters definitely cannot leave, and it will take some time for support from other lines to arrive.
The Guan Jin line, which had just fought a bloody battle, is about to fall into another fierce struggle.
However, during the day they were passively attacked, but at night they took the initiative to strike.
"Just wait and see." Fang Heng's face turned cold as he watched the Tartars at the front fall into the deep pit.
One after another, like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
The Tartars behind them realized something was wrong and hurriedly called out to retreat. The Dayu soldiers lying in ambush on both sides quickly pulled up the tripwires, and a few more souls were added to the deep pit.
"There's an ambush." After several years of study, Jiang Wu could barely understand the alien prophecy. "They're discussing an ambush."
Ten thousand men attacked the headquarters, but more than a thousand were lost before they even got close to the city walls.
The Tartars were in a state of panic for a while, but after calming down, they remembered the purpose of their trip. They raised torches to leave a declaration of war, and even shot rockets directly at the city gate, demonstrating their intimidation to the fullest extent.
The soldiers on the city gate were not to be outdone, and they also fired back fire arrows, which landed on the horses' rumps, causing them to neigh loudly.
“They’re trying to escape. Should we chase them?” Jiang Wu looked at Fang Heng. “I think I heard Guan Jinxian’s name, and I also heard the Second Prince’s and Fang Yuan’s names.”
As expected, despite their elaborate schemes, the Tartars were determined to seize the Guan-Jin defense line.
Fang Heng gripped his longsword, mounted his horse, and shouted, "Don't pursue a desperate enemy! One, two, five, six, seven, eight, follow me! Let's go meet these two compatriots!"
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