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After dinner, battle information was converging on the command headquarters in Zizhou City. Search: \(Complete\ Book\ God\ Station\) for free to read quality literature.
The light of torches dyed the post-rain long streets, short trees, and small courtyard walls red. Although it was already night, half of Zizhou City had sprung into action. Facing the increasingly clear battlefield situation, the reserve team set off in the night. The staff entered the planning phase for subsequent events.
How to treat the wounded, how to arrange prisoners, how to consolidate the front line, how to celebrate and promote, how to defend against the enemy's unwilling counterattack, whether it is possible to launch another offensive on the occasion of a great victory... Although many things had rough plans beforehand, they still required a lot of discussion, adjustment, and detailed arrangements and coordination of which department was responsible for which part in the face of reality.
Many things had to be settled this night.
Peng Yueyun hurriedly rushed to the street near the general headquarters. From time to time, he could see people with the same dress as him walking on the road, some in groups of three or five, talking in low voices as they walked, and some running alone, their faces hurried but excited. Occasionally, someone greeted him.
This scene was different from the descriptions in the performing arts stories.
He thought to himself.
Growing up in the Northwest since childhood, as a child of a high-ranking officer in the Western Army, Peng Yueyun's childhood life was richer than that of ordinary poor families. He liked to read books and listen to stories since he was a child. He had a great affection for the Zhuji from a young age. Later, after joining the Huaxia Army, his habit of watching dramas and listening to storytellers has been retained.
Even in many performing arts stories of Zhuji, the descriptions of war are often the strategizing and frequent emergence of strange plans by a few generals and military advisors on both sides of the battlefield. After hearing it, people's hearts are agitated, and they can't wait to replace them. After joining the General Staff, Peng Yueyun participated in the planning and execution of several conspiracies, and once imagined himself as a resourceful general fighting against Wanyan Xiyin and others on the opposite side.
However, with the outbreak of the war, after the Huaxia Army fully invested in the battle, the feeling here was completely separated from the picture of a certain resourceful general dominating the situation. The situation of the headquarters and the staff is more like the machines that the Huaxia Army has successively invested in the production workshops over the years. Wooden wedges are connected to iron awls, gears are fastened to gears, and the huge water turbine rotates, which causes the huge machines in the workshop room to move with each other.
In the rumors from the outside world, people thought that Mr. Ning, who was called "Heart Demon", was planning a large number of conspiracies all day long. But in fact, in the past few years in the Southwest, the "conspiracies and tricks" dominated by Mr. Ning in the Huaxia Army have been extremely rare. He cares more about the material research in the rear and the construction of large and small factories, the establishment of some complex institutions, and process planning issues. In terms of the army, he only does a small amount of coordination and final decision-making work.
Therefore, in the eyes of the outside world, the situation in the Southwest may be that Mr. Ning of the Huaxia Army is facing a group of Jurchen heroes such as Zonghan, Xiyin, Gao Qingyi, Han Qixian, and Bali Speed alone. In fact, in terms of brainpower and strategizing, the Huaxia Army is more complex and "crowded".
Of course, Zonghan, Xiyin, Gao Qingyi, Han Qixian, Bali Speed... and others are all heroes of a generation, and in the eyes of many people, they are even unparalleled geniuses. The "human sea tactics" in the Southwest also have to face the trouble of overall coordination and divergent opinions. Before things were settled, whether the staff of the Huaxia Army could surpass the other party's natural talents was still a matter of tension for the internal staff of the General Staff. However, the tension has been relieved today, and the battle of Yushui Creek has finally shown signs, and Peng Yueyun's mood has become cheerful.
Thinking about this matter in his heart, when he arrived near the side door of the headquarters, he saw someone coming out of there. The woman in front was carrying an ancient sword and holding a raincoat, leading two attendants to the war horses that had been prepared outside the door. Peng Yueyun knew that this was Lu Hongti, Mr. Ning's wife. She was highly skilled in martial arts and mostly served as Mr. Ning's bodyguard. At this time, it seemed that she was going to leave the city at night. Obviously, there was something important to do.
Before Hongti got on the horse, someone trotted out from behind and called in a low voice, "Sister Hongti." This person was also a woman, Miss Juan'er, who followed Mr. Ning. Over the years, this beautiful, stern, and serious woman has taken charge of half of the work of Mr. Ning's secretariat, and has dealt with the General Staff many times.
Juan'er was holding a small bundle in her hand. After chasing after her, she said a few words in a low voice with Mrs. Hongti. Mrs. Hongti smiled and took the bundle without knowing what she said. Peng Yueyun walked towards the side door from the other side of the road, but Juan'er saw him and waved over there: "Little Peng, wait a minute, there's something."
So Peng Yueyun stopped, and the two women whispered a few words. Hongti left with two attendants riding horses. Juan'er waved goodbye to the war horses and came towards Peng Yueyun. As she walked, her eyes cooled down. Over the years, Juan'er has been working with Ning Yi, and has participated in more strategizing matters. At this time, her eyes are worried and murderous, making her look cold and alluring. But it was not aimed at Peng Yueyun, obviously there was something else in her heart.
"Sister Juan, what's the matter?"
"Has the news of Yushui Creek been reported?"
The two walked in together, and Peng Yueyun nodded: "Yes
, I'm here to attend the meeting."
"In the afternoon, more than twenty people attacked the wounded barracks behind Yushui Creek, targeting Ning Ji."
"...Is he okay?"
Peng Yueyun now understood where the murderous aura in Miss Juan'er's eyes came from. Among Mr. Ning's family, Miss Juan'er and Ning Ji's mother, Xiao Chan, are like sisters, and that little Ning Ji is like her child. Thinking about it at this time, Mrs. Hongti should be going to the front line because of this matter, and it's no wonder that Miss Juan'er brought a package out...
These thoughts flashed through his mind, and Juan'er shook her head: "The report over there said that he suffered a minor injury... At present, the scouts with minor and serious injuries are all arranged in the general wounded camp. Even if Zhou Tong is resurrected or Lin Echan comes with people, it is impossible to escape. However, they deliberately arranged people to come over to assassinate the child, and I can't make them feel better."
Peng Yueyun nodded. Now the scouts on both sides are elites among the elites. This group of scouts from the Huaxia Army also includes special operations personnel. Many of them were famous masters in the Green Forest in the past, or disciples brought out by these masters. The winners of the single ring in the army's martial arts competition are almost all occupied by these people. Most of them can pass a few tricks with the so-called No. 1 Lin Echan in the world. More than twenty people entered such a camp, even if they were twenty No. 1s in the world, I am afraid it would be difficult to retreat completely.
However, in this case, the second son was still slightly injured. It is estimated that he was itching to rush up directly - the anti-killing that happened in Zizhou before, people close to the Ning family have heard about it more or less.
Seeing that Miss Juan'er looked fierce, Peng Yueyun did not say these guesses, but only said: "Sister Juan, what are you going to do?"
"Since this has happened, Little Peng, you plan it, and spread the word to the Jurchens that we want the heads of Zhenzhu and Baoshan."
So ruthless... Peng Yueyun secretly clicked his tongue: "Really organize a revenge?"
"There is no need to lose people for revenge. Spread the word and scare them. We can kill or not. In short, find a way to make them feel uneasy for a while."
Peng Yueyun nodded, his mind turned slightly: "Sister Juan, then like this... Taking advantage of the victory of Yushui Creek this time, I will organize people to write a proclamation, accusing the Jin dogs of sending people to assassinate... a thirteen-year-old child. Let them think that Mr. Ning is very angry - and has lost his mind. Not only has he organized people to assassinate Wanyan Sheyema and Wanyan Xiebao at any time, but he has also offered a reward to all the puppet troops willing to surrender, offering a reward for these two dog heads. We will find a way to send the proclamation to the front line. In this way, taking advantage of the decline of the Jin soldiers, it is just right to alienate the puppet troops around them..."
Hearing Peng Yueyun's idea, a smile gradually appeared on Juan'er's face, and after a while, her eyes became cold: "Then I will ask you, how much is appropriate to open the reward. In this chaotic world, maybe they will really have infighting by mistake. That would be best."
"Well, then I will formally propose this idea at the meeting."
The two discussed for a while, Peng Yueyun looked serious, and hurried to the meeting. It was not purely to echo Juan'er when he said such an idea, but he really felt that it could play a certain role - assassinating Zonghan's two sons was originally a difficult and unrealistic plan, but since there is this reason, it is always good to make them suspicious.
He warned himself in his heart: Never offend women in the future.
Peng Yueyun had his own meeting to attend, and Juan'er, who was in the secretariat, naturally had a lot of work to do. The overall actions of the entire Huaxia Army would be reported and coordinated here. Although the message that came in the afternoon had already determined the general direction of the matter, what followed would only be a sleepless night.
The air after the rain was clear, and there was sparse starlight in the sky after nightfall. After Juan'er summarized the information to a certain extent, she passed through the courtyard of the headquarters. Several meetings were held in nearby rooms, and the aroma of the flatbreads prepared by the cooking class for supper faintly floated over. Entering the courtyard where Ning Yi was temporarily living, the room was not lit. She gently pushed the door open and put the two summary reports in her hand on the desk. On the bed at the end of the desk, Ning Yi was hugging the quilt and snoring.
She smiled, turned around and prepared to go out, and there was a sound from over there: "What time is it... Is it over..."
"It's not yet Hai hour, the news won't be so fast... You continue to rest." Juan'er said softly.
"Oh... Don't stay up late, go to sleep too."
"Everyone is not asleep, it seems they want to wait for the news, I'll go see the supper."
"Young people... don't have peace..."
Ning Yi mumbled on the bed, Juan'er smiled slightly and went out. The courtyard outside was still brightly lit. After the meeting, people left and came one after another. The staff left behind in the staff were waiting and discussing in the courtyard.
Near midnight, Juan'er came back from outside, closed the door, and walked towards the bed while unbuttoning the blue cotton coat. She took off her coat, sat down on the bed, took off her shoes and socks, took off her long skirt, and Ning Yi moved to the side in the quilt. Juan'er, who looked slender, went into the quilt to sleep.
After Chou hour, at three o'clock in the morning, Ning Yi quietly got up from the bed, and Juan'er also woke up, and was signaled by Ning Yi to continue to rest.
After going out and washing up a little, Ning Yi returned to the room and picked up the summary report on the desk
and looked through it roughly by the oil lamp in the next room. At Yin hour three quarters, half past four in the morning, someone hurried in from outside the courtyard.
"Report..."
"Keep your voice down, is the Yushui Creek battle over?"
"Yes, at midnight last night, the battle of Yushui Creek came to an end. Commander Qu ordered me to come back to report..."
The people in the courtyard lowered their voices and talked for a while. The night was quiet, and Juan'er came down from the bed, put on her cotton coat, skirt, shoes, and socks. After walking out of the room, Ning Yi sat on the short stool in the corridor under the eaves, holding an oil lamp in his hand, illuminating the letter in his hand.
Juan'er heard the strange cheers coming from afar. She moved the stool and sat down beside her.
"Yushui Creek has won."
Ning Yi handed the letter to her. Juan'er took it and read it. It recorded the preliminary battlefield results: killing more than 10,000 enemies, capturing and turning over more than 22,000 people. In the offensive launched against the Jurchen camp at night, Qu Zhengyan and others relied on the Han army who had been turned over in the camp to break through the outer camp of the opponent. In the fighting in the camp, several Jurchen veterans encouraged the army to resist desperately, and guarded the inner camp leading to the mountain road. At that time, there were also Jurchen routs trapped in the mountains who had not had time to return. Seeing that the camp was broken, they came to rescue in a desperate attempt. Qu Zhengyan temporarily gave up the plan to remove the entire Jurchen camp overnight.
The preliminary statistics of the number of Huaxia Army casualties have exceeded 2,500. There are more than 4,000 wounded who need treatment. Some of these people may be listed as casualties in the future. The lightly injured and exhausted are countless... In this situation, it is also difficult to count the more than 20,000 prisoners to be guarded. It is no wonder that when Zizhou received the message that the plan had started, it was already sending out reserve teams one after another. At this time, the Fourth Division and Fifth Division in the mountains of Yushui Creek were as dangerous as a tense silk thread.
"...Qu Zhengyan called the plan of taking the initiative to attack 'Swallowing Fire', which is to defeat people severely in the most powerful place of the other party. After defeating the enemy, he will also suffer great losses, which was predicted long ago. This time the exchange ratio is still good, very good..."
Ning Yi sat there, saying this, Juan'er thought for a while, and said in a low voice: "Commander Qu closed his troops at Hai hour, and he still has to look after more than 20,000 prisoners now. Will something happen?"
"He withdrew on his own initiative, nothing will happen. Qu Zhengyan is walking on a tightrope again." Ning Yi laughed, "There are nearly 50,000 soldiers in Yushui Creek, including 20,000 Jurchen main forces, who were defeated by our 15,000 people head-on. Considering the exchange ratio, Zonghan's 200,000 main forces are not enough to exchange. He can't even cry now..."
Under the eaves in the clear winter night, Ning Yi said these words, and his eyes had become relaxed and indifferent. More than ten years of training, the accumulation of blood and fire, two months of planning in the great battle, this battle of Yushui Creek has a more profound and complex meaning than what is said at present, but there is no need to say it at this time.
Juan'er sat with the letter for a while, and chuckled: "Zonghan should have run away."
"He won't run away." Ning Yi shook his head, his eyes seeming to penetrate the heavy night and cast on the sky above something huge and unparalleled. "Pioneer, sucking blood and sharpening teeth, relying on the hard work of Zonghan's generation for decades, the Jurchen talents created the foundation of the Jin Kingdom. If the battle in the Southwest is not won, the power of the Jurchen will fall from the peak. Zonghan and Xiyin don't have another ten or twenty years. They will not allow the Great Jin they created to be destroyed in their own hands in the end. The only way in front of them is to bet everything. Look at it..."
"...Next will be a more calm counterattack."
Ning Yi said quietly, he had nothing to complain about what was destined to happen.
People in this world will encounter tigers.
--Then, kill the tiger.
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