"Uncle Mao, let's not talk about that. Let's talk about the fact that you killed Wei Lili. Guess who couldn't sit still after hearing it? "
It was already nightfall, and the simple and crude room was still filled with the chill of winter. Speaking of this, Mao Yishan and Hou Wu looked at the young man who spoke, and then looked at each other, already laughing at the same time.
"Brother Luo …"
"Speaking of which, he went to Shandong and followed Commander Zhu Biao. He is also a ruthless man. Maybe he can take the head of some big boss in the future?"
"I heard that he killed a man named Liu Guangji before the New Year."
"That was the boss of the puppet army. It doesn't count. Brother Luo always wanted to kill the big boss of the Jurchen … Ta Lan? That's the name of the leader of the Jurchen East Road who stayed in the Central Plains … "
Mao Yishan and Hou Wu had high ranks in the Huaxia Army. If they wanted to inquire about a lot of things, of course, they could find out. But one of them was focused on the war, and the other had transferred to the logistics. They didn't have much information about the front line. At this time, Hou Yuanyong, who was in the intelligence department, took over the topic.
"Uncle Luo is in the Liangshan area now, but I'm afraid there will be some problems for him to attack Ta Lan. They defeated hundreds of thousands of puppet army and then defeated Gao Zongbao. I heard that Uncle Luo took the initiative to attack and kill Gao Zongbao, but Gao Zongbao escaped too quickly. Uncle Luo didn't take the head in the end. "
Hou Yuanyong said it funny. "Not only Gao Zongbao, last year in Xuzhou, Uncle Luo also proposed to take the initiative to kill Wang Shitong. The plan was made, and Wang Shitong rebelled. In the end, Uncle Luo only killed Liu Guangji. If he heard about Uncle Mao's credit, he must be very jealous. "
Among the five people left after killing Wanyan Loushi, Luo Ye always talked about his ambition to kill a Jurchen general. The others only learned about it later. Zhuo Yongqing killed Loushi for no reason, and Luo Ye talked about it for several years. Whenever someone in the army killed someone, Luo Ye would always drool. This had begun as a harmless personal hobby, but it had become the subject of much banter among the people.
Of course, jokes aside, Luo Ye was born into a large family. His thinking was progressive, and he was proficient in both the pen and the sword. He was the backbone of the young generals that Ning Yi had brought up. The troops that he led were the real sharp blades of the Huaxia army. They had won first place in every martial arts competition, and they were not the least bit careless in actual combat.
It was widely rumored in the Chinese army that the 20,000 soldiers trained in Tibet had the highest combat power. However, this highest combat power was the average. Dayang's troops were made up of veterans, while the southwest troops were mixed with many new recruits. It was inevitable that there would be shortcomings in certain areas. However, if the most powerful troops were to be deployed, both sides would still be at a similar peak.
This peak represented that Mao Yishan's team's offense and defense were extremely solid and could be included in the list. The team led by Luo Ye was built on the foundation of Mao Yishan's team and also had the quality of flexibility. It was a stable lineup at the peak. His kills in every battle did not lose to Mao Yishan's, but he often couldn't kill any famous leaders. During the three years in Little Canghe, Luo Ye would always pretend to sigh and sigh. Over time, it became an interesting topic.
At this time, Mao Yishan, Hou Wu, and Hou Yuanyong couldn't help but laugh. After laughing for a while, Mao Yishan said, "Then … what's the situation in Shandong? Xiao Yong, why do you say that he can't kill Ta Lan?"
"It's just a guess." Hou Yuanyong's smile disappeared. "The area where Uncle Luo, Division Commander Liu, and General Zhu are at is too bitter. From the news from the frontlines, the people's livelihood has basically been ruined. There are no crops, and there might not even be any seedlings for next year. The people near Liangshan are barely hanging on by relying on the things in the water, but they are also starving."
Hou Yuanyong sighed. "Our third division was doing well in Xuzhou, and we even took in tens of thousands of people. However, before we crossed the Yellow River, our food supplies ran out. The situation on the other side of the Yellow River is even worse. There is no room for reinforcements, and many people will starve to death after crossing the river. Therefore, we can't bring the people we took in over there. In the end, we had to ask Jindi for some food, and only then did the main force of the third division successfully reach Liangshan Lake. After defeating Gao Zongbao, they robbed some logistics, but it was only enough. Most of the resources were used to pay off the female minister in Jindi. "
"Is it that difficult …" Mao Yishan murmured.
Hou Yuanyong nodded. "The people in Liangshan have always been difficult. More than ten years ago, before the war, the people already had no way to make a living. After more than ten years of fighting, there are cases of cannibalism every year. The year before last, when the Female Zhenren went south, Ta Lan attacked the Central Plains again. He's aiming to not let people live. Therefore, this is the situation now. I heard from a few friends in the General Staff Department that the most ideal situation next spring is to borrow some seedlings from Jindi. By autumn, the vitality might recover a little. However, there is another problem in the middle. Before autumn, Zong Fu and Zong Bi's eastern army will return from the south. Whether they can stop this wave is also a big problem. "
Hou Yuanyong took the firewood and drew a simple sketch on the ground. "The current situation is that Shandong is very difficult. It looks like we can only fight our way out, but it's not realistic. Division Commander Liu, Commander Zhu, the Wu dynasty troops led by Wang Shanyue, and their families don't have much to eat. They are surrounded by hundreds of thousands of puppet soldiers who also don't have food. These puppet soldiers have no food, so they can only bully the people and occasionally cause trouble for Uncle Luo. If we talk about fighting, Uncle Luo can defeat them a hundred times, but what can he do? There is no way to take them in because there is no food at all. "
"Da Lan is now defending Baoding. From Liangshan to Baoding, how to get there is a problem. Logistics is a problem, and fighting is also a problem. We can't take them by direct attack, so we have to play some tricks. Da Lan is known for his cautiousness. In the battle of the Daimyo Residence, he used the same strategy to deal with all kinds of changes, and almost killed Commander Zhu and the others. Therefore, speaking of which, the situation in Shandong would probably be the most difficult one for them to deal with. The only thing we can hope is that after the situation in Jindi is solved, we can ask the female minister to help us a little. "
In the Huaxia army, veteran soldiers like Hou Wu and Mao Yishan were not meticulous in their thinking. They did things through experience rather than analysis. But among the young people, because of Ning Yi's deliberate guidance, it was quite fashionable for young soldiers to discuss the current situation and exchange new ideas during gatherings.
At this time, seeing Hou Yuanyong talking about the situation with confidence and assurance, although they had different opinions, they were quite gratified. Mao Yishan said, "That was … at the end of the year of the rebellion, when Yuanyong came to Small Canghe, she was only 12 years old. I still remember … Now she has really become a talent …"
Hou Wu smiled and shook his head. "Young people are not impulsive. Since there is no other way, we should play tricks. Maybe the people in Shandong are already planning to attack Baoding."
Hou Yuanyong also smiled. "Father, you can't say that. Da Lan is really meticulous. When people are determined to defend, we will suffer a lot if we underestimate them."
"Even so, we still have to try. Otherwise, we will just wait for death." Hou Wu said, "Besides, you're just a kid. You always want to rely on others. Liao Yiren and his gang of traitors in Jindi have almost been defeated. It's not nice to ask a woman for help. According to your analysis, I think we still have to take the risk of Baoding."
Although he felt that his son was right, it was a father's instinct to teach his son a lesson at this time. Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Hou Yuanyong's expression suddenly brightened. She excitedly sat closer.
"No, no. Father, Uncle Mao, you're just old-fashioned. You don't know, but Mister Ning and that woman have an affair …" He made a wretched gesture with his hands and immediately put them down. "… There's a story behind it."
"What story?"
"Mister Ning and Jindi's Lou Shuwan, in the early years … before the war, they knew each other. That was when Hangzhou's Fang La rebelled. You don't know … Back in Small Canghe, that woman represented Tiger King to do business, but their story is very long … Mister Ning killed Lou Shuwan's father and brother …"
This was the disadvantage of the high frequency of information exchange led by Ning Yi. A group of young people who enjoyed exchanging information and digging up clues gathered together. They might not be able to talk openly about military secrets, but when it came to gossip, many things would inevitably be exaggerated. Mao Yishan, Hou Wu, and the others might have only heard some clues back then, but in the mouth of Hou Yuanyong's generation, it had become a melodramatic legend.
At first, the two middle-aged men were skeptical. Later on, although they only treated it as a story, they couldn't help but be overjoyed.
"… I'm not lying. Back then … before the battle of Xia Village, Father, Uncle Mao, you didn't even see Mister Ning, but Mister Ning already knew Madam Red Ti of Mount Luliang … That madam had a famous name in Luliang, called Blood Bodhisattva. She had killed many more people than you, Uncle Mao …"
"Yes, yes, I have heard of the name Blood Bodhisattva …" Hou Wu rubbed his chin and nodded.
"… At that time, Mister Ning had already planned to go to Mount Lu Liang to train his troops. That time, Miss Lou represented Tiger King to Green Wood Camp for the first time … I'm not speaking blindly. Many people know that Shandong's Commander Zhu was in charge of protecting Mister Ning at that time … Also, there was someone who personally witnessed this incident. It was Teacher Yuwen, Yuwen Feidu who taught shooting …"
"Instructor Yuwen had indeed followed Mister Ning for a long time …" Mao Yishan's shadow nodded.
"… That's why, this matter was personally told by Instructor Yuwen, and someone confirmed it … That day when Miss Lou saw Mister Ning, she found a small room in private. As soon as they met, that woman had a bad temper and threw a teacup and a pillow at Mister Ning. The people outside even heard it … She cried and said to Mister Ning, 'You damn ghost, why don't you just die … Dad, I'm not speaking nonsense …"
"You said … you said …"
"… So, don't we have people looking after the property in Jindi … Back then, when Tiger King wanted to kill Lou Shuwan, Dong Fangxian went too. Kacha, he killed Tiger King … Father, Uncle Mao, you guys still don't know the inside story. Mister Ning was pretending to be dead. In fact, he went to Jindi personally. When Jindi was in turmoil, Mister Ning was there. I heard that Mister Ning and Dong Fangxian were there. How could Tiger King handle such a big lineup … "
Chatter, chatter, chatter.
"… So, the General Staff Headquarters said that Miss Lou is one of us …"
"I'm just revealing it to Father and Uncle Mao …"
"… Mister Ning is shy. He doesn't allow this to be said. But it's not a big deal …"
"… So, what does it have to do with asking for food in Jindi …"
…
"Cough, that's not the case." In the silhouette illuminated by the fire, Hou Wu rubbed his chin and couldn't help but teach his son some life lessons. "After all, it's a little embarrassing to say such things to your own woman."
"Brother Wu has a point." Mao Yishan agreed.
"What's there to be embarrassed about?" Hou Yuanyong frowned and looked at the two old fogeys. "… It's all for China!"
As the three of them gossiped in the room, the chilly winter night became warm. At this time, Hou Wu, who was the oldest, was gradually getting older. When he became gentler, the knife scar on his face no longer looked hideous. He used to have a murderous aura, but now he smiled like an old farmer. Mao Yishan's body was wrapped in bandages. He had a strong physique. He had killed many enemies over the years. When facing enemies, he no longer hesitated. When facing relatives and friends, he was already an exceptionally reliable elder and pillar.
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