Chapter 70 Chu’s request for peace Before the general of Qi could shout, he was pinned to the ground by the men brought by Jiang Ben leaned over and took out the sword from the general's waist, placed it on the general's neck and rubbed it.
A string of blood beads fell and landed on the dry land, which was particularly dazzling.
"Are you going?" He squatted in front of the general and looked at the man's somewhat ferocious face.
"Young Master!" the general howled, "If you don't go unless you are a minor official, you are really mobilizing troops privately without the emperor's order, which is tantamount to conspiracy!"
"You're right," Jiang Ben thought for a while and nodded, "so in order to let the general put aside the blame, I decided to tie you up. If His Majesty takes the blame, you can blame me for this. If you hang yourself when the time comes, you will be so embarrassed and angry, your Majesty will pardon you immediately."
The general's eyes rolled.
Seeing that his expression was relaxed, Jiang Ben added: "If not, I will kill you first, then tell Your Majesty later that you will lead troops to surrender to the Chu Kingdom, and I will have no choice but to kill you. If the time comes, you will be rebellious. It’s you, and you’re the one who died. How about that?”
The general was speechless. After a long while, he sighed and said, "Tie it tightly so that no one can see it."
Jiang Ben bared his teeth and smiled.
War drums rumbled, flags waved, and the military formations sometimes gathered, sometimes dispersed, and sometimes rolled toward the enemy like a huge boulder in response to the orders.
A rain of arrows hundreds of feet wide opened the sky and flew towards the opponent; the spear was in front and the shield was behind, and the light cavalry and heavy soldiers attacked from the left and right; the hooked arrows pierced the body, and the grooved blade brought out a stream of blood; he yelled and cursed, Fighting, groaning, rage and despair filled the battlefield outside Daliang City.
The armor of the young master in white was stained red with blood. He was riding on a horse and leading his men to charge into battle, like a white dragon looking down at the world.
After the battle, Xiang Yan, who had not received any benefits, retreated with his troops to regroup, while Wei Ji dismounted, wrapped the wounds on his arms with rags, and walked back to the military camp.
What I saw along the way was shocking.
The chariot fell to the ground, and a soldier with only one breath left leaned against the Ji raised his hand to call for someone, but as soon as the general touched the soldier, he died.
A Wei soldier and a Chu soldier hugged each other and both fell to the ground. The Wei soldier's dagger pierced the Chu soldier's belly. The Chu soldier had no weapons, and his teeth bit off the Wei soldier's throat.
Those who were hit by arrows groaned and howled, and those who had broken arms and legs could no longer scream because of too much blood loss.
When the smoke and dust cleared, the surrounding area looked like a slaughterhouse.
People have no dignity and freedom here, they are just evil spirits forced to fight.
"Son..."
Wei Ji stopped and saw a man reaching out to him.
The man was a low-ranking general in the army. His legs had been cut off and he had a sword stuck in his body, but he didn't know why he was so tenacious and survived until now.
Wei Ji walked towards him. The man's hands covered with mud and blood foam stretched out, revealing a small silver bell in his palm.
"Young Master..." Although the man knew that he was about to die soon, there was still a gleam of fire in his eyes. He waited for Wei Ji to lean over and said weakly, "When I left home in a humble position, my wife was about to give birth. This is the gift I prepared for my child. The gift... I can't take it back, so please ask the young master..."
Wei Ji reached out to take the silver bell. The man's arm slowly dropped, with a reluctant and heartbreaking smile on his lips, which gradually became stiff and cold.
Wei Ji numbly put his hand into his waist and pulled off his identity plate.
His name, position and number were engraved on the small paulownia wood sign.
He will be buried here together with thousands of Wei soldiers who died on the only thing left to accompany his wife and children was this carefully preserved bell.
Wei Ji stood up with a sore throat and looked around the battlefield. He felt that he was not in the human world, but walking through hell.
Dinner was not touched.
Wei Ji waited until the generals who had counted the dead and wounded returned.
"Reporting to you, Sir, our Wei Dynasty lost 11 people and injured [-] in this battle. A rough estimate is that the number of dead on the Chu side exceeds [-]."
Fifty thousand, the Wei Dynasty had already lost [-] people before, and Chu State had about [-] dead in these battles.
Total 16.
Regardless of their nationality, these soldiers have parents, brothers, wives and of their deaths will be spread back to their homeland, where many people will cry and be heartbroken.
It seemed that if he closed his eyes, Wei Ji could hear the heartbreaking cries.
At this time, there was a sudden movement outside the tent, and then a scout came to report it.
"Sir, envoys from Chu have come to ask for peace."
It's time to sue for peace, after all, so many people died.
If you lead an army on an expedition and one-third of your troops die, you will lose morale. If half of your troops die, all of them will be like puppets to be Fuchu and Xiang Yan came with 30 troops and horses. They were half way away and not far away.
"Let him in." Wei Ji said in a cold voice.
He wanted to see how sincere Chu could be in suing for peace.
Chu State is willing to cede the land north of Chenzhou to Wei State in order to ensure that the remaining soldiers and horses can return safely.
Wei Ji held the letter sent by the envoy in his hand, and spread out the map sent with the letter on the table at the , a large area of land north of Chenzhou is circled in detail, bearing the seal of Mi Negichu, the prince of Chu State.
If these are successfully obtained, the soldiers who died in battle will not be considered dead in vain.
Moreover, Wei will expand its territory. From the south of Daliang to the Yellow Sea, it will be Wei's area of Wei State will exceed that of Zhao State.
But——Wei Ji raised his hand, folded up the map and threw it into the brazier.
This time, as Jiang He said, the Chu State will not dare to attack Wei within 15 years, and this war will deter the other six countries and give the Wei State a chance to recuperate.
The map was burned, and a messenger sent a letter outside the tent.
It's Jiang He's letter.
She already knows the situation of today's battle and suggests that the Wei army will attack the Chu army from north to south tomorrow, and they will definitely drive out the Chu army in one the end of the letter, the number of possible casualties of the Wei army was also written.
One hundred thousand dead.
One hundred thousand. In the battle tomorrow, of the 40 troops he brought, only 23 were left, almost half of which was lost.
However, the 30 troops brought by Mi Fuchu will be completely wiped out.
Wei Ji sat in front of the desk with a serious expression.
His Xiaohe was in charge of logistics in Bu Village. He could not let Xiaohe see today's battlefield and let her see the cruelty and horror of war.
She sat in front of the desk, strategizing in front of a bunch of cold numbers, taking life and death.
A swing of the pen can kill tens of thousands of people.
Wei Ji slowly folded the letter, and his fingers touched something on the table. The thing rolled down the table and made a ding-dong sound.
His expression moved slightly, and when he looked down, he saw that it was the bell that the dead general asked him to hand over.
In fact, everyone who died in the war may have some relics and last words that he wanted to send are the one hundred thousand people tomorrow? How many of those people have not yet seen a newborn child, and have not yet taken care of their gray-haired parents.
Wei Ji stood in front of the tent. There was a fishy smell in the air, and his heart felt like it was falling into a deep stream, feeling oppressive and painful.
At the same time, Xiang Yan was startled by the messenger who rushed in to report the news in the Chu State's tent.
"Why are you so flustered?"
The messenger fell to his knees on the ground, and said with a pale face: "Tell the young master, tell the general, Your Majesty, he is... very dead!"
"What?" Xiang Yan and Mi Fuchu's voices sounded at the same time. Mi Fuchu, who was resting in the inner room, rushed out and grabbed the messenger's collar.
"what happened?"
"Yes..." The messenger finally took a breath, and took out a little bit of Mi Fu's tight hand, and said in panic, "Your Majesty, in order to put down the Nanyi rebellion, went on a personal expedition. He did not arrive in front of the battle, but was assassinated by an assassin. , not saved."
Mi Fuchu dropped the messenger, and the messenger fled out.
My father was still in good health when he left, but he didn't expect to hear the bad news so soon.
Xiang Yan turned around and said with a sad face: "Sir, I'm afraid we have to go back quickly."
Mi Fu nodded solemnly.
Not only to mourn, but the father is dead, the most important thing next is to fight for the throne.
However, there is always some unwillingness.
"Have you forgotten the most important purpose of our coming here?"
The most important purpose was not to besiege Daliang City, but to lure the woman to go out with the Wei army and then kill her in one fell this purpose, they fought and retreated these days, retreating to the place closest to the Bu village where the woman was camping.
Now all they need is for Wei Ji to waver and stop fighting with them tomorrow, and then they can turn north and capture or kill the woman.
To kill her alone, 10 people would die, no matter what.
The letter asking for peace has been sent, and we are just waiting for news from Wei Ji.
"Sir," Xiang Yan saw Mi Negichu's expression and persuaded her, "a woman like Princess Anguo will not give us an opportunity. Wei Ji will definitely not believe our request for peace, so why not take advantage of Wei Ji's request tonight?" The country is resting, we will break through the siege overnight, go back!"
This is not difficult.
Mi Fuchu finally nodded and said, "Okay, let's ask Xiang Qing to prepare."
Xiang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and agreed to open the curtain.
At this moment, the envoy who returned from outside came in, his face full of joy.
"I agreed." He said, "Young Master Wei promised to have a truce tomorrow and discuss the withdrawal plan in detail. Young Master Wei hopes that part of the ceded land will be returned to Qi State. He said that Wei State is not good at naval warfare and does not want to use the sea as its national border."
Mi Fuchu was stunned by this sudden change.
He laughed dryly, pointed outside and said, "General Xiang, look, I don't want you to go back so early."
Cession of land or something like that is just a matter what he thinks, is Mi Fuchu a trustworthy person? "This..." Xiang Yan was speechless.
"General Xiang," Mi Fu's slender eyes were shining brightly, and she said fiercely, "Now that you have this opportunity, kill her!"
In order to kill her, things like the throne can be put aside.
(End of this chapter)