Chapter 3891 The determination to die
"If you dare to send troops to attack the rescue team now, do you believe that the victims will dare to dig up the ancestral graves of your eldest grandson's family tonight?"
Listening to Linghu Defen's words, Changsun Jing was a little unhappy: "Is it possible that we can only watch that guy fishing for fame and harvesting reputation?"
"Be patient!"
The old god Linghu Defen was here, with a look of wisdom: "What if we let him be proud for a few days? Don't worry, he won't be able to do this for a long time. We know a little bit about the amount of food and fodder in Youtun Guards It may be enough to supply its troops, but it will never be possible to rescue tens of thousands of victims in just a few days. , the victims have not been able to get relief rations, and they will naturally see through Fang Jun's conspiracy. By that time, as much as the expectations and gratitude are now, there will be so much disappointment and resentment! The effect of our action is too good.”
Yu Wenshiji nodded repeatedly in recognition.
Changsun Jing's expression became more and more respectful: "Pengcheng Gong has far-reaching wisdom and wisdom, and I am deeply admired by the younger generation."
He had looked down on this old guy a little before. His knowledge was indeed extraordinary, and maybe his power was just that. This was related to the fact that he was repeatedly humiliated by Fang Jun and his prestige plummeted. Almost all the Guanlong disciples regarded Fang Jun as As an imaginary enemy, he not only wants to trample Fang Jun under his feet and humiliate him, but also wants to replace him... What is there to respect about an old man who is disgraced in front of Fang Jun?
But now, after listening to Linghu Defen’s analysis, I felt it was extremely insightful and sincerely admired me. Naturally, my attitude became more respectful: “Listen to your words, I will win...”
Before he finished speaking, a clerk rushed in from outside the door and shouted: "The news just came back from outside the city. Fang Jun borrowed a lot of food and supplies from Xue Wanche's army, and is preparing to devote them all to disaster relief aid for the people in Guanzhong!"
Yuwen Shiji: "..."
Linghu Defen: "..."
I was so embarrassed that I almost died on the spot, and even broke several strands of my beard, motherfucker! Just now, I analyzed that Fang Jun did not have enough strength to rescue the victims, but the old god was here to teach the younger generation, and the slap in the face came so quickly.
Changsun Jing choked on one sentence, and said in his heart what he had just said: What you really said is just a word...it's all nonsense.
Seeing how confident you were in your words, I almost believed you...
For a moment, the atmosphere inside Pian Ting was extremely awkward. Even with Linghu Defen's strong heart tempered by his rich experience, he couldn't help but feel his face burning up.
The doubt and disdain that could not be concealed on Changsun Jing's face made him even more embarrassed.
Yu Wenshiji glanced at Chang Sun Jing, waved his hand, and said: "Qi Lang went out and watched the battle report and conveyed it. If there is anything important, report it immediately. Don't miss the important event."
Changsun Jing nodded and said: "Junior, please retire."
Seeing Changsun Jing turning around and curling his lips, Yu Wenshiji shook his head. He looked smart, but in fact he had no authority, a vain temperament, and lacked tenacity. He was worried about his eldest son Wuji. All the family members were dead and captured, and the remaining few were full of arrogance, but their eyes were too high, lacked intelligence and ability, and were too shallow and ignorant to take on big responsibilities.
If the position of the head of the family is passed to these sons, I am afraid that even if the rebellion succeeds, the eldest son's family fortune will be ruined sooner or later...
We are not afraid of poverty, we are not afraid of hardship, but our biggest fear is that we will have no successors.
Looking at Linghu Defen, the big boss still looked slightly red and looked embarrassed. Fortunately, Changsun Wuji returned just in time, which diluted the embarrassing atmosphere a lot...
Changsun Wuji took off his raincoat and came to sit down at the desk with a damp and cold air. Yu Wenshiji poured him a cup of hot tea and placed it in front of him. He reached out to pick it up and took a sip before letting out a long breath.
He had just returned from supervising the battle on the Chengtianmen front line. He only felt sore in his back and legs at an advanced age, and every part of his body seemed to be rusted to death. After a little relief, he asked: "What are we talking about?"
Yu Wenshiji told the news about the "rescue team", but naturally did not mention the embarrassing scene where Linghu Defen was "tireless in teaching" just now...
Changsun Wuji held the warm tea cup, and the coldness in his body dissipated a little. After listening to it, he was silent for a long time, and sighed softly: "Fang Jun is certainly hateful. I wish I could peel him off and cramp him, but I have to admit that he is very generous. Magnificent, he can still care about all the people in life and death. I can't compare with this kind of courage. Fang Xuanling gave birth to a good son!"
The words were full of sadness.
Just as Cai Yuwenshi said with emotion, everyone has different aspirations at different age groups. When they are young, they are diligent in learning and look forward to being able to be both civilized and military and famous in the future; fear They are not afraid of life and death, just to get ahead and make achievements; in middle age, they are determined to make progress, but they also increasingly pursue the pursuit of fine wine, beautiful women, and debauchery; when they reach old age, their strength is exhausted and their ambition is gone, and the most concerned about their children and grandchildren.
At this age, when meeting with Pao Ze or old friends, they no longer attach much importance to each other's official positions and titles. What they compare more with is whether their heirs are promising and whether they can inherit the family business that they have worked hard for all their lives.
At this point, Guan Longxun and his nobles were almost completely defeated.
They helped His Majesty Li Er usurp and change the world, build a rich and prosperous family fortune, and have been in charge of the center of the Tang Dynasty for nearly twenty years, with unlimited honor and favor, and glory in the world, but that was all. No descendant of a family can be worthy of such comments as "outstanding" or "amazingly talented". When their generation gradually grows old and dies, what will happen to the mediocre descendants?
That's why the nobles of Guan Longxun silently responded to the mutiny planned by Changsun Wuji. Everyone had almost the same idea - since the children and grandchildren are unworthy, then we old guys will accumulate enough family property and seize enough power, even if the children and grandchildren are A prodigal can stay defeated for a few more years, just in case a promising person emerges from the next generation and can make a comeback relying on a rich family fortune...
To put it bluntly, their generation once stood at the pinnacle of power and was used to seeing the scenery. How can they still have so many ambitions now that they are old?
Everything is more about taking precautions for future generations.
However, the more this happens, the more envious and jealous I feel when I look at Fang Jun - why didn't we give birth to a son like this?
Especially Changsun Wuji, who had always stood at the top of the power of the Tang Dynasty and suppressed Fang Xuanling. He believed that he had completely defeated Fang Xuanling in his life. However, in the end, his son committed the crime of treason and had to go into exile. However, Fang Xuanling's son quickly grew into a new generation leader of the Tang Dynasty. If he had not provoked this mutiny, he would almost be sure to monopolize power in the future. , reaching the peak of power that even his eldest grandson Wuji had never reached.
So, who will win between him and Fang Xuanling?
There is no doubt that Fang Xuanling wins...
Yu Wenshi nodded silently, while Linghu Defen remained silent.
Changsun Wuji took a deep breath and regained his confidence. He asked Yu Wenshiji: "How many private soldiers are there in Woye Town?"
Yu Wenshiji said in shame: "The remaining soldiers and defeated generals are less than five thousand."
Feeling ashamed and distressed, the Yuwen family has been the military leader of Woye Town for almost a hundred years. The soldiers in this town are the private property of the Yuwen family. Now that they are destroyed in one battle, it is equivalent to cutting off the foundation of the Yuwen family, and how will he be in Jiuquan in the future? Meet the ancestors of the Yuwen family next?
Not to mention that there is still the danger of overthrowing the whole clan. Maybe the whole clan will be destroyed and there will be no more Yuwen clan in the world...
Changsun Wuji said: "Gather these five thousand people together. As sharp knives, we will attack the defense line of Chengtianmen. We seem to have a large number of people, but we lack elite troops and our attack ability is too poor. There are only six people left in the East Palace on Chengtianmen." I just couldn’t take the next breath..."
Yu Wenshiji and Linghu Defen were both surprised. The latter hurriedly said: "If the private soldiers of Woye Town are transferred to Chang'an to attack Chengtianmen, the camp outside Jinguangmen will inevitably be too empty. In case Fang Jun takes advantage of the situation to make a surprise attack , just those rabble can’t resist it!”
Although he was not familiar with military affairs, he had read several military books. He had led troops in battle and knew that the current war situation was in danger. Once the Jinguang Gate is lost and the Youtun Guards rush into Chang'an City and the Sixth Army of the East Palace attack from behind, the Guanlong army in the city will be hard-pressed to keep track of, and will surely end in a disastrous defeat.
The risk is too great.
Changsun Wuji looked gloomy, put the tea cup on the desk, and said in a deep voice: "I can't care so much anymore. The army's food can only last for three days. Within three days, we will not be able to defeat the Tai Chi Palace. What awaits us is the collapse of morale and the collapse of the entire army." The army retreated in defeat , there is no way to make a comeback! The left and right sides are just destroying the boat, and we will simply put it to death and survive! Right now, Fang Jun is focusing on rescuing the victims, which may be our only chance." (End of this chapter)