Just as Meng Heng expected, the value of the grain to Jiang Pengji was far less than the elite troops she had trained with a lot of money.
The grain could be replanted and harvested once a year at most. Who would she ask for the people if they were gone?
It would take her at least 17 or 18 years to give birth to a child and raise the child to an age where he could fight a war.
Jiang Pengji was considered wealthy. All the grain depots had prepared grain reserves for special periods. It would not be a problem to live frugally for a year.
If the loss of the grain could be exchanged for their safety, then so be it!
She could afford it!
That was the confidence of a rich and powerful tyrant!
She did not lack money or grain, she only lacked people.
Everyone could guess what Jiang Pengji was thinking, but they were still worried that their lord would vent her anger on Meng Heng and the others.
Regardless of the process, the result was that Meng Heng and the others lost Zhonghe County, burned countless fertile fields, and destroyed millions of autumn grain.
If the lord really wanted to hold them accountable, Meng Heng and the others were not innocent.
Han Yu thought for a while, but he kept a straight face. He stood up and said, "Congratulations, my lord."
Congratulations?
Jiang Pengji supported her chin with her hands and turned to look at him. She frowned and said, "Why? What's there to congratulate? "
The current situation was not bad, but it was not good either.
Being forced by the enemy to burn hundreds of miles of fertile fields would not only hurt the enemy, but also hurt her own heart.
Why was she happy?
Jiang Pengji had seen too little tricks. Those who dared to say "congratulations" at times like this must be bluffed.
She was not familiar with this kind of trick, but the salted fish in the streaming room were very familiar with it.
The salted fishes sat on the small stools and knocked on their bowls and chopsticks, waiting for Han Yu to reveal the riddle.
Han Yu did not disappoint them. He analyzed in a deep voice, "Huang Song divided his troops to attack Hu County. His purpose was to get the autumn grain that was about to ripen in Hu County. With the Sanshan Valley as the boundary, the fire continued for several days. Countless fertile fields were burned down. Huang Song spent a lot of energy but only managed to get Zhonghe County. If Huang Song still insisted on attacking the Sanshan Valley, what else could he gain other than venting his anger? "
There were people in history who mobilized a large number of troops for the sake of personal feelings, but they were few and far between. Most of them did not end well.
The battlefield was like a shopping mall. In the beginning, one would use up all their resources to fight, but after the battle was over, the spoils of war would be the harvest.
If the value of the spoils of war was far less than the resources paid for the war, then they would not be able to make ends meet, and no matter how big their family business was, they would still go bankrupt.
The question was, was Huang Song's family business big?
Could this family business support Huang Song to attack a territory that had already lost its value?
The answer was no.
Jiang Pengji knitted her brows and said, "Based on Bogao's character, he won't make a losing deal."
If Chenzhou had not been harmed by Jiang Pengji and Hua Yuan, Huang Song might have sent troops to vent his anger. Now, he could only plan carefully.
If the waves did not rise, they would calm them down.
From this point of view, Meng Heng and the others were completely safe, because Huang Song had no extra energy to fight them.
Han Yu said, "Huang Song's vitality has been greatly damaged. Behind him, Chenzhou is in dire straits, and there's no progress in attacking Wanzhou. In Hu County, there's only Zhonghe County left. It's almost a complete collapse. There's only one way for him to turn the situation around — to switch from offense to defense. Wait! "
"Wait? Wait for what? "Jiang Pengji thought for a while and asked tentatively," Wait for the autumn harvest. Harvest the autumn grain in Zhonghe County? "
Zhonghe County was quite a large area, and its geographical location was close to the man-made river. It was also the place that produced the most grain in Hu County.
According to the statistics of previous years, there could be around three million dans of grain. With the grain, the morale of the army could be stabilized, and they wouldn't have to worry about the lack of grain in winter.
Huang Song would never give up on Zhonghe County.
Han Yu nodded and said with certainty, "Yes, wait for the autumn harvest. He needs the autumn grain to revitalize the whole chessboard, but we don't."
The situation of the war had changed several times, and Huang Song's life was tied to Zhonghe County. The autumn grain was crucial.
For Huang Song, it was something that could prolong his life, but for Jiang Pengji, it was of little value.
At this moment, it was Huang Song's turn to be on the defensive.
Jiang Pengji understood what Han Yu meant, and some malice flashed in her eyes. Huang Song, who was in the distance, suddenly shivered.
She smiled and said, "Wenbin, you are right. This is indeed a good thing. Not only should I not punish Shijiu, but I should also reward him."
Han Yu's face stiffened. He only came out to put in a good word for Meng Heng, not to help him take credit. There was no need to blame him.
The conversation between the two was short, and many viewers in the streaming room couldn't understand it. The turn of events happened without warning.
At this time, it was the Chinese class representative's turn.
Yizhan Chengxing: "Isn't it easy to understand? The current situation is not in Huang Song's favor. To use a game analogy, he is being hit by bullets from all directions, and he can only survive. He can only rely on the bandage in Zhonghe County to recover his health. Only then can he have a chance to kill the streamer. After a round of fierce fighting, the streamer has taken the initiative of the battle from Huang Song. Taking the initiative means taking a certain advantage. Now the streamer can either stabilize the situation and find a chance to give Huang Song a fatal blow, or take the initiative to attack and beat Huang Song until he has no chance to use the bandage. "
Sanying Zhanlü Bu: "There is another option, which is to burn the bandage in Huang Song's hand."
After the analysis of the Chinese class representative, the idle people finally figured out the situation.
However …
What the hell is burning the bandage?
It's not enough to burn a hundred miles of fertile farmland, but also to burn Zhonghe County?
Jiang Pengji: "Why not?"
When Huang Song learned that Meng Heng and the others had set fire to the farmland, he was so angry that he couldn't sleep for the whole night. His heart was burning with anger and all kinds of grievances.
An emoticon could perfectly describe his current mood.
[I can't hold back my tears. I can't stand it anymore. Wow. JPG]
However, Huang Song was a man who didn't easily shed tears. No matter how many tears he had, he had to hold them back. The more he held them back, the more uncomfortable he felt.
He was so angry that he lost his mind. He ordered Yuan Chong to lead the troops to attack the Sanshan Valley!
Even if the land behind the Sanshan Valley was worthless, he still wanted to get back at them!
Before the troops could accomplish their mission, the scouts in the rear caught a group of suspicious people, which scared Huang Song so much that he instantly regained his senses.
The group of people were disguised as ordinary merchants, but they had hidden flint, black oil, and bales of dry firewood on the cart.
When the patrolling soldiers found them, they were secretly smearing the black oil on the firewood and preparing to ignite the wheat field.
The smell of the black oil was strong, and the patrolling soldiers followed the smell to find them.
If not for the patrolling soldiers' sensitive noses and timely discovery, Zhonghe County might have been burned.
Once the black oil was ignited, it was not easy to extinguish it.
Hundreds of years ago, the ancestors of the Northern Borderline, the Qiangwu tribe, built the Rattan Armor Army. They were burned to death by Prime Minister Huangfu with the black oil.
When Huang Song learned of this, he immediately ordered a retreat.
He couldn't afford to offend them. Liu Lanting's men were all crazy.
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