The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

"We discovered the location of Beirong!" Yan Laoer said.

General Xue Qi frowned, neither saying he believed it nor saying he didn't believe it.

Yan Yu knew in her heart that what General Xue Qi was struggling with was not this, but the uncle's "hard work". They had to track the escaped Beirong and find other scattered gathering places on the grassland.

Cut off the roots!

Although Longxing and Fengming were also harassed by the Beirong all year round, in the past ten years, only Huju was killed by the Beirong in the city.

The hatred between Huju and Beirong is as deep as the sea, and they are irreconcilable.

Beirong's strength has been exhausted, and the militia has done enough along the way.

Only her uncle has always been prudent in doing things. If he doesn't move, it will be done. If he moves, he will eliminate all evil.

The vigilantes had seen blood several times, and their courage had improved, but when it came to killing women and children with knives... I was afraid they still wouldn't be able to do it.

At this point, the soldiers of the border army had no such scruples.

They are used to seeing life and death, and they understand the cruelty of war.

The weeds are endless, they grow again when the spring breeze blows!

Everyone who has guarded the border for many years knows this truth.

To restore peace to Guanzhou, we cannot be benevolent as a woman.

The eldest brother, the crown prince, was powerful but unable to overpower General Wei, who commanded the three armies.

The latter strongly advocated the sacrifice of prisoners in Beijing.

Sending alive Beirong over would naturally demonstrate his achievements more than individual heads.

But from a practical point of view, the manpower, carriages and horses used to escort the transportation... just a simple calculation, it is a very large expense.

At present, Guanzhou, to put it without exaggeration, is almost running out of ammunition and food.

Doesn’t General Wei know?

Yan Yu didn't believe it.

This move seems to be a great success.

Once the Beirong prisoners are brought back, let alone the capital, as long as they enter the pass, even the King of England will not be able to make the decision.

When the Guanzhou border troops came out of the border, they killed them first and then reported them. If there is another one who kills prisoners of war, then the prince and his father may have to ask his son, do you want to rebel against your father? !

The only ones here who can do something, after thinking about it, are them Huju.

Who made Beirong have such a big hatred against them? Some extreme behaviors are not incomprehensible.

The prisoners must be dealt with before they enter the customs!

There is no one more suitable than General Xue Qi.

In the battle to break the city that day, the frontier troops suffered heavy losses. Blood debt must be repaid with blood, and it is beyond reproach.

In addition, Mr. Xue Qi's identity can also be regarded as the brother-in-law of the King of England and an elder of the prince's mother's family. With this relationship, if you want to punish him, you have to weigh one or two.

If General Xue happens to lead the Huju border troops to achieve military successes, the merits and demerits will be balanced, and there will be more room for change.

The Beirong scattered on the grassland are the military merits of overcoming the enemy.

If that's not enough, hey, isn't there Xirong who can make up the number?

I accidentally chased him too far, so that's no problem.

There are several key points in what the uncle asked his father to bring to Mr. Xue Qi.

Yan Yu was thinking about it, but General Xue Qi had already read it out.

"Kill all the Beirong troops to quell the border chaos, rob their cattle and sheep, and save the people of Guanzhou... military merit! After this battle, where else can there be military merit?!"

General Xue Qi's expression became more and more determined, and his eyes stared directly at the location of the Beirong barracks, glowing with a thief's light.

…

On this day, the Guanzhou army won a great victory and captured many Beirong soldiers.

The army was in no hurry to return to the customs. The various supplies captured, especially the herds of cattle and sheep, made the bitter soldiers red-eyed.

The prince ordered the army to rest for two more days.

The auxiliary soldiers slaughtered cattle and sheep, and the three soldiers on the roadside cheered loudly.

In the main tent, Shi Yunyan looked at the map carefully with his hands folded, constantly comparing it with the hand-drawn map on the table.

"It is rare for a child as young as a child to be able to draw like this."

Wang Deshan glanced at the rough lines on the table map and thought to himself that Guaisun's skills didn't end there. It was because her uncle was worried that her talent would be exposed and people would notice her, so he asked her to draw it temporarily.

In a hurry, he was able to draw like this, matching up with the landmarks on the map, which shows how capable his good grandson is!

It's really hard to cover up that kind of strength, but the rest can still be hidden.

"Counting the time, are they probably going to enter the prison soon?" Shi Yunyan asked softly.

Wang Deshan also whispered: "With those many Beirong soldiers on the road, and the Guanzhou people who were rescued, some walked slower. It's pitiful. They were tortured to the point of losing their dignity. Many of them were suffering. I finally waited for us to come and save her... I was so happy that I went crazy."

Quickly raising his eyes, he saw the bulging veins in the prince's hands behind his back. The prince quickly closed his eyes and said softly: "This is the closest to Huju Pass. Mr. Tian loves his people like his sons, and his subordinates are all capable. They will definitely be able to kill people." Make arrangements well. The old slave heard that Mr. Tian has returned to Huju to make preparations. Yan Hushu and a group of government officials will protect the people entering the pass, and the Huju border troops will transport the Beirong prisoners behind..."

The prince paused and said in a low voice: "General Wei is too cautious. What flowers can a group of bereaved dogs produce? The old slave checked them one by one. The ropes that bundled the people were strong. Mr. Xue was responsible for transporting them. Still not at ease, he sent two more teams to follow, saying that it was the merits of the three border troops. Huju alone was not enough to escort him, but Long Xing and Feng Ming also had to be escorted. How could this be fair? He is so particular. Why didn’t you tell Huju’s people to take some of the slaughtered cattle and sheep away…”

"Your Majesty!" He called softly from outside the account while holding a book.

Wang Deshan stopped chattering and quickly walked over to open the curtain.

He came in with a book and a food box. When he opened it, the smell of meat overflowed.

Boiled beef, roasted leg of lamb.

"Your Majesty, General Wei is so shameless. You obviously felt pity for the soldiers who had to go out to fight in the cold winter, so you took another two days of rest and killed cattle and sheep to reward them. Why did the guards around him tell you that it was General Wei who felt sorry for everyone? Are the soldiers admonishing you?" He said angrily while holding the book.

He has served the eldest son since childhood and is loyal to him. Naturally, he cannot bear to see anyone plotting against his eldest son.

Wang Deshan secretly gave Peng Shu a look of approval.

Well said boy.

Seeing the prince frowning slightly, he used a knife to shave off the meat from the mutton leg and said: "General Wei's move is a bit excessive. Even if he wants to win people's hearts, this is not the way to go. Your prince, you are still here... Ping Ping Shu, you don’t have a mouth? You should refute it on the spot!"

He held the book and murmured silently.

He didn't refute because he couldn't stand it. It wasn't his prince's idea to reward the soldiers. Someone did propose it to the prince, but it wasn't General Wei, but Yan Huaiwen, the secretary of the household.

Shi Yunyan thought about it for a moment, pointed to the beef and mutton on the table, and said: "Whatever the facts are, to put it bluntly, even though Yan Hu's book is not worthy of its name, it should not be replaced by others, which will waste his good intentions. Holding the book, you go and tell the soldiers that it was Yan Hushu admonishing this prince, so that he can have enough meat for these two days."

This is from yesterday. I rewrote it and it’s much more pleasing to the eye~

There is another chapter for today, just read it tomorrow, it will probably be updated later~

How do I feel about writing this? It seems like my uncle didn’t show up, but his shadow is everywhere. It’s a bit difficult. It’s really a challenge to my writing skills. I really tried my best, but I can’t write better ( )