"The harvest in Zhonghe County alone is enough to feed a prefecture. I've only heard of the good harvest in Hu County, but I've never seen it with my own eyes. Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I know that the rumors are true. " Huang Song was busy harvesting the autumn grain. Jiang Pengji was full of malice toward him. Anyone who was not blind could see that he was well aware of it. It had been two days since the autumn grain was harvested. The amount of grain harvested surprised him.
Hu County used to be a place that made people pale at the mere mention of it. Who knew that after Liu She's reorganization, it would immediately turn waste into treasure.
Whether it was peace or war, grain was a currency that was harder than gold.
With grain in hand, one would not panic.
However, what Huang Song lacked the most was grain. Fortunately, by the time the autumn harvest arrived, Zhonghe County would be able to harvest two to three million dans of new rice.
Because the war had started early, the people nearby had been evacuated. No one had taken care of the fields for a few months.
Fortunately, Zhonghe County had a good geographical location. This year, the heavens had given them face. The harvest could barely reach the average of previous years.
On the first day, they had harvested 250,000 dans of autumn grain!
When Huang Song heard the number, he felt the beginning of the exclamation.
To prevent any undue delay, Cheng Jing divided his men into four groups and implemented a four-round handover method. They harvested the autumn grain day and night.
They had to be anxious. According to the scouts, Jiang Pengji had frequently mobilized her troops in the past two days. It was as if she was sharpening her knives to kill livestock. If they did not hurry to harvest the grain now, how could they resist Jiang Pengji's crazy attacks while harvesting the grain after the war started?
Cheng Jing and the others in Huang Song's tent were so busy that their feet did not stop moving. The candles in the tent were not extinguished all night. They continued to be busy when the sky brightened.
Cheng Jing did not have time to fix his appearance due to his busy schedule. The green in his eyes became darker and his eyes were bloodshot.
He was working hard, but so were the others. For example, Yuan Chong, who was on guard and patrolling, was so tired that he fell asleep every day. His strong body had also become thinner.
Huang Song's forces were like a huge machine that ran at high speed. Every part of it was overloaded for a long time. In the words of the audience in the streaming room, Jiang Pengji was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads. They had to squeeze out their potential.
Cheng Jing had never felt that time passed so slowly. According to his calculations and plans, the autumn harvest would end in half a month. But today was only the second day. They still had to be on tenterhooks and be on edge for 13 days. He finally knew what it meant to live like a year.
Just as he finished counting the next day's harvest, he heard the sound of galloping horses in the distance.
The sound of the horse's hooves was hurried and nervous. Cheng Jing immediately walked out of the tent and saw the scout heading straight for the main tent, so he hurried over.
The scout who was investigating the enemy's military situation suddenly pulled on the reins and fell off the horse before he could even catch his breath. His helmet was already drenched in sweat.
"There's an urgent report from the frontline, my lord!"
The soldiers guarding the main tent did not dare to be negligent and immediately reported this to Huang Song.
When Cheng Jing arrived, Huang Song was angrily throwing the bamboo slips on the ground. His eyes were wide open and his chest was heaving violently.
His footsteps paused, and he bent down to pick up the palm-sized bamboo slip. He read it at a glance.
The bamboo slip was not big, but it contained a lot of information. After reading it, Cheng Jing understood why Huang Song was so angry.
There were three pieces of news written on the bamboo slip. Each one was terrible and extremely unfavorable to Huang Song.
First, there was a change in the battle line in Wanzhou, which had been in a stalemate for several months. Qiguan Rang switched from defense to offense. He pretended to fall for Feng Jue's trap. He pretended to build a plank road on the surface but secretly attacked Chen Cang, turning Feng Jue's army around. The army under Feng Jue's command was defeated. They had no choice but to retreat 20 miles. Their morale was low.
Second, Feng Jin was firmly guarding Cang and Chen Prefectures. He had gathered 100,000 troops and pointed their swords at Haozhou. The general guarding Haozhou had suffered many losses and was in a state of emergency.
Third, Jiang Pengji had trained her troops and deployed them several times. She had consolidated 120,000 troops to guard Hu County. They could attack Zhonghe County at any time.
When Cheng Jing read this, he secretly added another piece of bad news to his mind.
Fourth, Meng Heng and the others had been stationed at the Sanshan Valley and had not retreated. Once Jiang Pengji attacked, they would take advantage of the situation and attack from both sides.
Each piece of news could bring great psychological pressure to a person, not to mention that they were all handed to Huang Song at the same time.
Huang Song only angrily threw the bamboo slips on the ground. This was already considered self-restraint.
Cheng Jing took a few careful glances and keenly noticed that something was not quite right.
For example, the second piece of news. Feng Jin only had 30,000 to 40,000 troops. How could there be 100,000?
In reality, Feng Jin did not have many troops, but he included the remnants of Huang Song's troops that he had captured.
Feng Jin used one or two months to properly train these captured and deserted troops. When they attacked Haozhou, they would be pushed to the front line as cannon fodder.
In troubled times, human life was the most valuable. Using cannon fodder to grind the enemy's head and fight for space for the elites was a very normal operation.
Seventy to eighty percent of Feng Jin's 100,000 troops were fake, but the 120,000 elites that Jiang Pengji had brought over were different. They were real elites. A total of 120,000 elites stared at Huang Song. Huang Song suddenly had the illusion that the outcome was already decided. Perhaps it was not an illusion.
Huang Song fiercely suppressed the thoughts in his heart. Before the outcome was truly known, he could not admit defeat. Moreover, he could not show weakness in front of his own people!
"My lord?"
Cheng Jing's voice interrupted Huang Song's wild thoughts.
Huang Song looked up at Cheng Jing and said, "Youmo, do you have any countermeasures for the current situation?"
Cheng Jing said, "Wanzhou has been under attack for a long time. There's no point in continuing the stalemate. It's better to let Huaijie withdraw his troops and return to defend Haozhou."
He had some understanding of Qiguan Rang. The latter had always been a patient person. It was fine if he did not make a move, but once he did, it was bound to be a fatal blow. Qiguan Rang had endured for several months. He had stubbornly defended Wanzhou and refused to go to war. One could imagine how much anger he had suppressed in his heart. Feng Jue was the best target for him to vent his anger.
Qiguan Rang had changed his strategy at this time and switched from defense to offense. It was obvious that he had grasped Huang Song's weakness, so he took the opportunity to attack.
It was impossible for Feng Jue to break through Wanzhou's defense line in a short time, but Jiang Pengji could break through Zhonghe County in a short time.
Qiguan Rang no longer had any worries. Naturally, he would not continue to endure and defend. He took the initiative to attack Feng Jue.
Compared to Qiguan Rang, Cheng Jing knew Feng Jue better.
Unlike Feng Jin, who was calm and thorough, Feng Jue was still very young. It was not that he was young, but that he had a young heart.
Because of his outstanding talent, Feng Jue learned everything quickly. He did not need to study hard to surpass countless peers of his age. Others could only look up to him.
Excessive smoothness would foster an excessive temper. Therefore, Feng Jue could not tolerate his failure. It was even more difficult for him to accept that he would fail.
Feng Jue and Qiguan Rang were in a stalemate at the front line of Wanzhou. It might be because Feng Jue's stubborn temper had flared up.
If he were to give up at this time and choose to return to Hejian County dejectedly to defend Haozhou, Feng Jue would explode in anger.
Thinking of this, Cheng Jing felt a headache coming on.
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