Chapter 398: Mu never fights a battle that is certain to be lost
Ying Fusu's expression turned cold.
"Third brother, you are still suitable to be a general."
Not fit to be a king.
Ying Jianglu's heart trembled, and his versatile heart, which had just recovered, was knotted again.
He chuckled and stood up casually.
"If my elder brother had had this character a few years earlier, Jianglu would have stayed in Xianyang for his whole life."
Now that Ying Jianglu has come out, he must fight!
Ying Fusu called out to his third brother, whose pace was getting faster and faster. His icy expression softened slightly, and he spoke in a gentle voice to his third brother's unusually tall back:
"Unification is the general trend. Even if you can take over the Xiongnu land, you can occupy it and become the king. Once a hundred thousand troops arrive, such a small place can be flattened in an instant and turned into a county of our Great Qin.
"No matter how much effort you put in, in the end it will only serve to benefit your brother and disciple. Why bother?"
Ying Jianglu did not turn around, but chuckled again and said with his back to his elder brother:
"Then could you please help me, elder brother, and have Jianglu make this wedding dress, big and beautiful?"
A sigh shattered the only remaining hope in Ying Jianglu's heart.
"I don't want to go to war with you."
Ying Jianglu opened the door, stepped out, and looked around. There were no swordsmen or crossbowmen. He turned his head and laughed:
"Big brother should be more ruthless. It would be in your best interest to assassinate someone like Jianglu who does not want to be ordinary."
"You and I are brothers."
Ying Fusu said softly.
At this moment, Ying Fusu gave Ying Jianglu a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen the eldest son of the Qin state who was trapped by the eunuchs and maids of the Zheng Palace.
After Ying Jianglu left, he did not hold any official position in Shangjun, but his actual power was so great that he could command the governor of Shangjun and the county magistrate Han Fei, who entered the city wearing a blue shirt.
After listening to Ying Fusu's detailed account of what happened after the brothers met, a hint of anger appeared between his brows.
He took out a pen, spread out the paper, and wrote quickly.
[He is testing and plotting against the prince! ]
[His last words were spoken while he was standing at the door. The guards, servants, and maids heard them. Many people heard them.]
[If he dies in the northwest, the prince cannot escape responsibility! ]
The frost on Ying Fusu's face had long turned into a bitter smile.
"If my third brother really died in the northwest, Fusu himself would not be able to forgive himself."
Han Fei was furious.
"Pedant, pedantic, pedantic, pedantic!"
He spoke excitedly and stuttered for a long time before he uttered two words. He was so anxious that he buried his head in his pen again.
[He wants to divide your land and split your kingdom! But you talk about brothers]
His pen-holding hand was clenched and he could no longer write.
He raised his head in anger and saw a strong warning in the prince's eyes. He held the brush in anger as if he wanted to break it, but the strength slowly disappeared.
"Fusu doesn't like what Hanzi is going to write next." Ying Fusu said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, Hanzi, a unified world without aggression or war is a blessing for all people. Fusu will not give in."
Ying Fusu loosened his hand. Han Fei, who was treated as his teacher, had a gloomy face and continued writing on the paper.
This time, Ying Fusu did not stop it.
Han Fei restarted his trip.
[Prince, you should know that there is only one Chang'an Jun in the world! ]
If you, Ying Fusu, are willing to learn from the First Emperor to treat Chang'an Jun, others must be willing to be Chang'an Jun too!
After leaving his writings behind, Han Fei waved his sleeves and left, leaving only that much to say.
Ying Fusu didn't even look at the paper left by Han Fei. He lit an oil lamp, picked up the paper, and burned it clean in the lamp.
He still respected Han Fei very much, but it was no longer the kind of respect that he "followed every word of his as a golden rule."
"There is only one Ying Fusu in this world."
The future Qin II, who, if nothing unexpected happens, will become the second emperor of the Qin Dynasty, stood up and closed the door.
"Mr. Jing, I'm sorry to bother you again."
A figure suddenly appeared in the room, like a ghost.
His aura is almost non-existent. If one has not seen it with one's own eyes, no one would be able to detect it by perception alone.
"Your Highness, you should think carefully. Everyone who has been stabbed will be reported to the Lord. The stutterer is smart, but what he says does not represent what the Lord thinks. The Lord likes to stab people, but everyone he stabs has a reason to be stabbed."
"Fusu understands."
Jing Ke chuckled.
"That's fine, who will you kill this time?"
The door is closed and no one is allowed to hear anything.
The development of the seven northwestern counties has not been without resistance.
Reforms will affect their interests, and those with vested interests will inevitably oppose them. Although the First Emperor issued an order, the crown prince of the seven northwestern counties made the decision.
But the First Emperor, who ruled the world, only had absolute control over Guanzhong, let alone Ying Fusu, who had only been sent there for a few months?
In the first few months, those who either secretly disobeyed or secretly made trouble were all dealt with by Han Fei.
Han Fei, who was good at "techniques", would win over a group, suppress a group, and support a group. He would always turn the offensive into something invisible and solve the problems. The results were the county governor of Shangjun who was sidelined and reduced to an errand boy, and the county magistrate.
When he first arrived in Shangjun, Ying Fusu, who knew nothing, was amazed by Han Fei's superb operations.
After a few months, Ying Fusu had gone from listening to Han Fei's explanations of strategies to participating in the formulation of strategies.
The biggest turning point was the day and night that Meng Tian stayed in Shangjun after guarding the spirit of his great-father Meng Ao and before returning to the northwest to guard the border counties.
After he had a long talk with Ying Fusu.
On the fifth day, the governor of Longxi County, one of the seven northwestern counties, died.
The court had not sent a new governor for Longxi County. The position was appointed by Ying Fusu and temporarily replaced by Li Xin, Marquis of Longxi.
The Marquis of Longxi reported to the court, and the First Emperor personally approved that he could leave Longxi temporarily and go to Shangjun to pay a visit to Crown Prince Ying Fusu.
"Occasionally" I met Li Mu and addressed him as uncle.
Later, the northwest became the place where the remnants of the six kingdoms were most active, and the number of officials assassinated was the highest in the Qin Dynasty.
Ying Fusu finally used the hidden knife left to him by Ying Chengjiao.
Although Jing Ke's code name in Chang'an Junfu was "Reckless Man", he was not reckless at all when carrying out assassinations. He was truly the world's number one assassin.
During an assassination attempt on Ying Fusu, he had to reveal himself in front of him, and after Ying Fusu knew about it, he turned from secret to open and did his old business in Ying Fusu's place.
Before leaving, Ying Jianglu found Li Mu again.
"I can't help you."
Li Mu shook his head and clearly rejected Ying Jianglu.
“Mu never fights a battle he is sure to lose.
[If Zhao had accepted the food and grass assistance from the five countries, we would never have lost the Battle of Changping! ]
Li Mu was very sorry, but not surprised, that Ying Fusu refused to cooperate with Ying Jianglu.
During the few months in Shangjun, he witnessed the transformation of the Crown Prince of Qin with his own eyes.
Meng Tian had already completed the task of expelling the Huns. Now that he was leading the army to attack, he had to start from seven hundred miles away.
If we don’t provide assistance to the seven northwestern counties, it’s not war, it’s suicide.
The Battle of Changping taught all military students in the world a lesson:
When a large army fights, the battle is about fighting for people and food. It all depends on who has more food and grass stored and more soldiers. An army without a stable rear area will lose.
Ying Jianglu smiled bitterly and said something that had been buried deep in his heart ever since he came to the northwest.
"For literature, there is Han Feizi, and for martial arts, there is Wu'an Jun. Uncle is really partial to my eldest brother."
He did not throw a tantrum and beg Li Mu for help. In such a major event, such actions would only add to the joke.
Ying Jianglu was disheartened and returned to Jiuyuan. He wrote a letter by hand and sent it to Xianyang as fast as he could. This was a letter to his mother, Concubine Chu.
The letter roughly described the situation in the northwest, and detailed his inability to advance, with 47,000 cavalrymen reduced to front-line garrison soldiers. Under such circumstances, he wanted to take the remaining cavalry back to Xianyang.
Unable to expand territory and become a king, Ying Jianglu was not interested in being a shield for his elder brother. Especially if he was using the strength of his mother's family as a shield, he was not that selfless.
The messenger disappeared not long after he left Jiuyuan County.
Meng Tian, Lord of Jiuyuan County, looked at the words on the letter and threw it into the fire with an expressionless face.
In front of him was the messenger who was tied up, with a tattered cloth stuffed in his mouth, his eyes were about to bulge out, and he wanted to kill Meng Tian as soon as possible.
Meng Tian drew his sword and pierced the messenger's heart. The Qin sword entered the messenger's chest and came out from his back.
There is one more unknown corpse in the desert.
The northwest is Ying Fusu's territory.
Jiuyuan and Yanmen on the northwest front are the territory of the Meng family.
Deep in the desert.
The Xiongnu, who were driven back seven hundred miles by Meng Tian, and the Donghu, who were made miserable by Wang Ben's constant search for missing soldiers, these two brothers who used to fight each other frequently, established a non-aggression treaty.
The place where the two territories are connected is a grassland called Outuo.
The lush wild grass on the Outuo grassland has absorbed the blood of countless Xiongnu and Donghu people. The two forces have attacked each other countless times for this grassland.
This time, facing the common powerful enemy Qin, the two sides agreed that neither the Donghu nor the Xiongnu could enter Outuo to graze, in order to avoid conflicts and wars with each other.
This winter, Yanshi, the most beloved of the Xiongnu Chanyu Touman and praised by all Xiongnu people as the most beautiful flower in the entire grassland, gave birth to a son.
Touman was overjoyed. He doted on his youngest son so much that he didn't even feel cold on the cold winter days.
As winter passed, a piece of news reached Touman's ears, and Touman felt that the news was colder than the winter itself.
In early March, the Yuezhi State sent troops to invade and occupy a grassland of the Xiongnu.
The Yuezhi Kingdom was located in the area of today's Dunhuang and Wuwei, and had 100,000 to 200,000 men who could immediately mount a horse and go to war. Even more numerous than men were horses, and the Yuezhi cavalry could afford to have two horses each!
Horses are usually synonymous with combat power in the desert.
War horses all need to be castrated.
After castration, the horse will become docile and not annoying, just let it eat enough. Otherwise, it is very difficult to deal with horses in estrus, and it is a big problem to encounter a group of horses in estrus during the war.
If military horses are not castrated and there are not enough mares for mating, they will go crazy and kill people. Just feeding the mares, providing mating sites, etc., will exceed the demand.
Castrated war horses cannot reproduce, which means that horses are often more valuable than humans. There are often soldiers who can ride horses but no war horses, so cavalry has become the rarest type of soldier.
Among the nomadic peoples with the most horses, only the Yuezhi could allow one person to ride two horses.
Too many war horses will lead to too few stallions.
Few stallions will lead to a lack of horses.
Da Mo said that there are three kinds of people in the world: the Central Plains are the people, the Qin State is the treasure people, and the Yuezhi is the horse people.
The Yuezhi Kingdom has always been a representative of high combat power in the desert, relying on its war horses that far surpass those of other nomadic peoples.
There has always been a saying in the desert: the Donghu are strong and the Yuezhi are prosperous.
The pasture was good, but the battle had to be fought whether the pasture was good or poor.
Touman was the first Khan to integrate the Xiongnu. Many Xiongnu tribes still nominally regard him as their king.
If the leader of this war did not take over, the Huns might have fallen apart overnight and become a situation where countless tribes would have fought each other again.
Touman felt cold both physically and mentally.
Qin, Donghu and Yuezhi were the three most powerful countries in the world.
He had just ceded 700 miles to the State of Qin and the Outuo Grassland to the Donghu, and now he wanted to become an enemy of the Yuezhi State. This was simply not giving him a way out.
He gritted his teeth, summoned the major Xiongnu tribes, and fought against the Yuezhi Kingdom with great reluctance.
The Desert War has begun.
At the same time, Pei County.
When Old Man Liu celebrated his birthday, all the important people in Pei County came.
The magistrate of Pei County arrived first, entered the Liu family, sat next to Old Man Liu and chatted with him. The old man was talking and laughing, and laughed out loud from time to time.
At the entrance, Xiao He, the chief clerk of Pei County, personally wrote down the names of those who came to celebrate the birthday and the amount of money they brought.
The position of Chief Li Yuan controls the promotion and demotion of all officials. Apart from the county magistrate and the county magistrate, the Chief Li Yuan has the most power. Old Master Liu was very angry today because the third in command was doing the bookkeeping work himself.
The Liu family's banquet was divided into three halls.
The most honorable hall is the one where Old Man Liu sits. There is only one big table. The magistrate of Pei County, the county magistrate of Pei County, and the county lieutenant of Pei County all sit at this table.
In addition, the heads of several aristocratic families in Pei County, which were second only to the Liu family, were also present.
Sitting at the last seat were several wealthy businessmen.
These wealthy businessmen were not originally seated in the first class, they simply bought their seats with money.
The birthday gift was so large that the chief clerk Xiao He had to announce it loudly. Liu Zhong, the second son of Old Master Liu, walked out of the door with neither arrogance nor servility and welcomed the smiling businessman in.
In Pei County, only the Liu family has this confidence.
The second hall had more tables, eight in total, which were reserved for people of status. For example, the prison officer in charge of the prison sat at a table with several prison officials.
"It is such a great honor that the chief clerk personally came to pay his respects."
The prison officer secretly clicked his tongue and nudged the prison official who was sitting next to him with a look of envy on his face.
"You blind idiot, don't you have a relationship with Lord Xiao? Go to Lord Xiao and help him write a few words or sing a song. Why did I bring you here?"
"oh oh!"
The prison official woke up as if from a dream, and hurriedly thanked the prison officer:
"Thank you for your advice, sir."
He hurried to the door.
The prison officer watched the prison official talking to Lord Xiao, and Lord Xiao greeted him with a smile.
He drank the wine, smacked his lips, and a look of surprise and joy appeared on his face.
"This kid didn't lie to me. He really knows him. Lord Xiao didn't get angry even though he was so reckless. It seems like they have a pretty good relationship."
The prison official ran past the third hall, which had the most people and the most tables. Anyone who paid a certain amount of gift money could sit in this hall.
He didn't notice that an old man with four fleshy moles on his forehead glanced at him inadvertently, and after a moment of silence, his eyes kept following him.
"I'll take over for Brother Xiao."
Chief clerk Xiao He shook his head.
"Cao Shen, I can't be lazy today."
