Chapter 1119 Changping County Lord 67
Before getting in the car, Jing'er finally caught up and put the sable fur cloak on Xi Ning's body.
Xining looked at the shiny cloak and wanted to say, does she need to wear such an expensive one when she goes to inspect the battlefield?
Forget it, I finally didn't take out her white fox fur cloak. It was probably for her sake. The black color is resistant to stains.
When they arrived at the North City Gate, more than 4,500 officers and soldiers made it crowded and were moving stones, wood, etc. to the towers on the city wall.
Xun Liao came up and said: "The county lord is here, but we will be late."
Putting on the hat, Xining got out of the car. After standing firm, he responded: "The war is urgent at this time, so there is no need for any red tape. Take me to see how the preparations are going."
So Xun Liao took her to the tower.
When she reached the tower, Jing'er couldn't help but cover her nose: "What does it smell like?"
The officers and soldiers were still carrying things up, and some yellow liquid was poured into a pot. There was still a fire burning under the pot, which was the source of the stench.
Xun Liao's expression was a little unnatural: "It's golden juice."
Golden juice? What the hell?
Seeing Jing'er's confused face next to him, Xun Liao explained: "It's Ye Xiang. He collects the excrement and sometimes adds iron. When the enemy attacks, he falls down on those who climb the city gate and burns the enemy. There are also swords and arrows. If you get some, the wound will not heal easily.”
Ancient biochemical weapons, but this taste is too...
Xining tried hard to hold his breath, maintained his demeanor, and walked upwind calmly.
Then he spoke: "There are still some iron ingots in the warehouse. I'll ask someone to get some later."
Xun Liao suddenly looked happy: "This is very good, thank you county master." The county master has a lot of things, and he has everything he wants.
The snow was heavy, but the Huns' army, which had been stationed for more than ten days, could still be distinguished. Around night time, you can see the bonfires there.
Xining looked at it: "After guarding the pass for a day and a night, five thousand soldiers were killed. Do you know how many casualties the Huns had?"
Xun Liao replied: "A spy came to report that seven thousand people were killed and more than ten thousand injured."
"There were quite a lot of casualties." Xining finally smiled, but her face was looming under the gauze of her hat: "No wonder we didn't fight immediately when we got here, but spent more than ten days repairing it."
"Yes, we are waiting for the reinforcements to come from behind." Xun Liao said with some annoyance: "It's no wonder that no general has the ability to defeat ten thousand men. If Wei Qing and Huo Qubing are like this, they will definitely kill them and take the heads of the Northern Barbarians! ”
"Don't be angry." Xining said leisurely: "You are doing the right thing. If you still fight when you know you can't beat him, you are a fool."
Xun Liao choked for a moment. Was the county chief praising him or derogating him?
Wei Qing and Huo Qubing have been dead for many years and will not crawl out of their graves. They have to rely on themselves now.
Xining turned and continued walking. Within this circle was Wengcheng. There are two urns in the north gate and one in the south gate.
Now the tower is piled with stones, and on the northernmost outer side, there are four iron pots for heating golden juice. Although it is only on low heat to ensure that the golden juice does not freeze, the smell is already "fragrant".
Come down to the tower, she's going to stink to death. It's hard to imagine what it would be like when the iron ingots melted, mixed with gold juice, and fell from the tower. That's absolutely lethal!
Walking down the tower, Xining looked at the sealed north gate. The wall was newly built, but well water was poured into it. The entire city tower was poured with water, causing the outer shell of the city wall to be covered with a thick layer of ice. Not to mention climbing up, even if it is flat, it will be slippery when walking on it.
Xining turned around and looked at the young general's face: "How long has General Xun been in the army?" Years, there has been no war before.”
It turns out that there are people in the capital city at home, but if you are assigned here, you are either seeking death or getting gold plated. It should have a higher degree of gold plating, after all, there was basically nothing going on during the customs season in previous years. The Xiongnu would pretend to be merchants, enter the customs in batches, gather together, rob the city, and then leave immediately. Even if I leave, I will take a detour from another place to avoid Linguan.
Unexpectedly, the Huns were serious this time!
I have a headache. Those who have experience are afraid of death and have been killed. Those who are not afraid of death are inexperienced. Look at this kid, he is only about 17 or 18 years old. If it weren't for his father, how could he be able to become a junior lieutenant as soon as he came here.
"You'll know just by looking at it." Xining touched his forehead with his hand and looked at the sealed city gate: "Tear down the wall."
"Why?" Xun Liao didn't know what was wrong with him. The gates were sealed, so it was difficult to break through the city gates.
"Have you ever seen a city gate sealed with bricks? The south gate has been demolished, otherwise nothing can be transported out and you will die faster." Xining sighed slightly, lamenting his miserable life: "You should continue to be your Lieutenant General, let me take charge of this battle.”
When the Lord of Changping County arrived, he asked someone to set up a tent and refused to leave.
As batches of materials were transferred from the warehouse and transported to the city, the city began to recruit soldiers.
The official beat the gong and shouted: "Anyone who can shoot arrows can come and get paid on a daily basis. Food is not included. One liter of grain per day. Anyone who kills the enemy will be rewarded..."
One liter of grain, if cooked into porridge, can feed a family for one day. The city has been closed for ten days, and there is still food left at home, but if the city gate is breached tomorrow, it will be tragic.
Soon a line formed at the city gate, and there was even a seventy-year-old woman.
The conscripts were stunned: "Grandma, can you still shoot arrows?"
The old woman was hunched over: "It doesn't mean that anyone, male or female, old or young, can do it anyway." She turned around and picked up the bow and arrow she carried with her, and shot an arrow. Although the arrow was a little weak when it flew out, it could still fly ten times. meters away.
The recruiter couldn't laugh or cry: "This is a war. When the ferocious Huns rush to the tower, ordinary people will be too frightened to move. Can you still shoot arrows?"
"I have also seen big scenes." The old woman tried hard to straighten her bent spine: "After living for so long, I have been snatched away by the Huns twice before they were thrown out when I was old. The military master took me in. Come on, I won’t die in peace if I don’t kill a few Huns this time.”
"Wait a moment." The recruiter could only ask someone to ask for instructions.
As a result, the people above could not make the decision, so we asked for instructions. The request for instructions went all the way to the deputy general and the county leader who were discussing tactics in the tent.
The reply came, but!
The person who went to ask the question smiled and said to the old woman who was sitting aside with her hands in her sleeves and had been waiting for a long time: "The county leader said, but! I will let you stand on the tower and shoot arrows. If you are always afraid, Just hide aside and get out of the way. I’ll give you the grain for that day, but you won’t have it the next day.”
"I'm not afraid!" The old woman seemed to have bright eyes and she looked younger: "I will definitely shoot a few Huns soldiers and get the silver reward to show to everyone."
A seventy-year-old woman can go to the battlefield. This kind of thing can protect her family and country and earn winter food. So more people signed up!
After talking about the tactics, Xining reminded: "Send more people to patrol tonight, for fear that the Huns will raid in the middle of the night. Tomorrow, cook the meat at Mao, eat at Chen, and wait for the Huns to attack the city at Si!"
"Here!" The lieutenants and centurions and above were ordered out of the tent.
(End of chapter)