Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 152 Zhao Wujiang Biting the Hook
Yonghui six years, late autumn.

breaking Dawn.

The cold light shone on the iron clothes, and [-] armored elites took advantage of the dawn to arrive at the mouth of the Xiongjin River.

Under the command of Zhao Wujiang, the Tang army launched a surprise attack with horses, and the [-] Baekje army was defeated.

After a brief rest, Datang's territory expanded eastward along with Zhao Wujiang.

Yonghui six years, winter.

After more than a month of fighting, Zhao Wujiang's beard and hair became darker, and his whole person became more and more calm.

Wang Xi's white clothes were stained with mottled gray red, and she never left Zhao Wujiang's side.

Today, the Tang army captured Sibi City in Baekje and ushered in the biggest victory.

Standing on the city wall, Zhao Wujiang looked into the distance. It was the Baekje Fuyu King who fled away, two famous generals, Changzhi Heizhi and Fukunobu Onimuro, and other Baekje troops.

They are fleeing to Zhouliu City.

"The capture of Sibi City is a great feat, why are you frowning deeply?" Wang Xi said softly. For more than a month, she has often been by Zhao Wujiang's side.

Although the purpose of coming here was to protect Zhao Wujiang, but most of the time it was Zhao Wujiang who blocked the cold arrows for her. Her pretty face under the bronze mask became softer and softer, not like the initial indifference.

"Someone in Datang is helping Baekje," Zhao Wujiang leaned on the railing with emotion.

Since advancing all the way to the east and laying down one city after another, he noticed a common phenomenon, that is, food and grass.

Every time the city is broken, the food and grass in the city are burned!
It is normal for the defeated army to be destroyed and burn food and grass, but there will always be some rations for the people.

But what Zhao Wujiang encountered was that when the city was broken, the Baekje army summoned the food of the Baekje people and burned them all!
It was still the case until Sibi City was taken down.

Tang Jun rarely had the habit of massacring cities, and Zhao Wujiang would not do so. Facing the hungry Baekje people, Zhao Wujiang was often silent.

Some people provoke wars, but it is the people who suffer.

The supply of food and grass that accompanied him this time was exceptionally sufficient. When Zhao Wujiang broke through the city for the first time, he couldn't bear it with Wang Xi, so he gave some food and grass to the people of Baekje.

But as the cities were destroyed one by one, Zhao Wujiang realized that this was probably a strategy against him.

An opponent who knows him well, a strategy tailor-made for Zhao Wujiang.

Food and grass are extremely abundant, so when Zhao Wujiang breaks the city, he will feel compassion and help the people.

With the destruction of the city, the supply of food and grass dwindled, and the people behind the scenes would take a drastic step to cut off the supply line of food and grass, trapping Zhao Wujiang to death in Baekje.

There is only one way for Zhao Wujiang, and that is to take Baekje quickly, and then return to Datang triumphantly.

But King Fuyu and his generals had been prepared early in the morning. Instead of confronting Zhao Wujiang head-on, they would run away and avoid it. When Zhao Wujiang runs out of food, you will die.

"Is it your eldest grandson Wuji, or Xu Jingzong, or who?" Zhao Wujiang looked far away, and the flames of war were burning.

"Zhao Wujiang, what's the matter? Tell me!" Wang Xi looked sad, and Zhao Wujiang's appearance made her feel that something was wrong, so she couldn't help asking with concern.

Zhao Wujiang turned his head and wanted to uncover Wang Xi's bronze mask. Wang Xi was ashamed and angry for a moment, and wanted to dodge, but sighed, Zhao Wujiang still stretched out his big hand.

"Boom." Zhao Wujiang flicked his fingers on the bronze mask, but did not take it off, "What? You started to care about me?"

"I asked you what's wrong?" Wang Xi patted his hand away.

With a miserable face, Zhao Wujiang slowly told Wang Xi about his discovery.

Wang Xixiu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, seeing the man in front of her lose his vigor, she couldn't help feeling a little heartbroken.

She comforted: "But you didn't know it at first, you are Zhao Wujiang, you wouldn't watch these poor people die like that, would you?"

Zhao Wujiang shook his head, sighed, and said in a trembling voice, "Can I hug you?"

"You..." Wang Xi's blushing face was under the mask. Apart from shyness, there was also helplessness and heartache on her face. She couldn't bear to reject this man who seemed to have aged for a few years.

Zhao Wujiang hugged Wang Xi slowly, Wang Xi trembled, and let Zhao Wujiang hug her.

Feeling the exquisite undulating but tight beauty's delicate body, Zhao Wujiang sighed, and whispered in Wang Xi's ear:

"I...I expected these things, hahaha."

He hugged it hard, feeling the soft fragrance of nephrite jade, then he dodged, laughed and jumped down the tower.

Wang Xi was stunned for a moment, but soon realized that her hair was full of black hair, "Zhao Wujiang, you are playing tricks on me!"

"Hoo!" The long sword was unsheathed.

With sword energy flying freely, Wang Xi followed and jumped down the tower.

Liu Rengui rode his horse, behind him was a mighty army.

There is a cloth belt tied on his shoulder, faintly showing bright red blood, which is the injury he suffered when crossing the Koguryo border.

His beard and hair were disheveled, and his face was full of sorrow.

"My lord, we have successfully killed so many Goguryeo thieves, and now we have reached the Baekje and Silla armies, why are you still so unhappy?" The confidant next to him said, "Could it be that you are worried that Zhao Wujiang will break through Sibi City?"

Liu Rengui snorted coldly and said:
"That's not what I'm worried about. I'm afraid he is still in a stalemate with Hei Chi Changzhi and others, and it is impossible to break through the city."

"That is?"

"Zhao Wujiang recommended me after all, even if I don't accept him, I am still grateful to him from the bottom of my heart.

What worries me now is not that he can't break the city, but that Yang Bingen told me that he received a tip-off that Fusang sent more than [-] navy troops to reinforce Baekje."

"What?" The confidant exclaimed, "Does Master Zhao know?"

Liu Rengui shook his head: "I'm afraid I don't know, he crossed the sea from the east, and we crossed the southwestern border of Goguryeo from the northeast, passed by the Guanshifu, and only got the news from Yang Bingen.

How can he know?

Alas, this kid, if you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer a lot! "

With a huge shock in his heart and mind, he said in a trembling voice:
"Then Mr. Zhao is not in danger? If he can't break Sibi City, he will be attacked by Fusang soldiers and horses."

"Hmph, I warned this kid a long time ago, but he just didn't listen. What kind of experience does he have at such a young age, and what art of war does he know?" Liu Rengui's eyes were full of anger, and he waved his horsewhip:

"Let the ones behind catch up, don't rest tonight, hurry up Ma Sibi City!"

The firewood was burning, crackling, and the tail flame of the fire continued to rush into the sky.

The city of Sibi is peaceful, and the army rests.

Zhao Wujiang fiddled with the flint, stared at the rising flame, and calculated the time in his mind.

"If Liu Rengui is a fast horse, he will probably arrive here at noon the next day. At that time, we will set off together and divide into two groups to surround Zhouliu City and take down King Fuyu."

Wang Xi has already taken off the bronze mask, and Qingcheng's face blooms with a slight smile. She doesn't understand Zhao Wujiang's arrangement, and speaks slowly:
"We have enough troops, why don't we go straight to Zhouliu City tomorrow?"

"Forty thousand Japanese troops reinforce Baekje, if Zhouliu City defends, we will be flanked." Zhao Wujiang said.

Wang Xi's pretty face was puzzled: "Japanese army?"

Zhao Wujiang raised his eyebrows, "Fusang, in the east of the sea, is a small country."

"Then why do you call them Japanese soldiers?"

"What's the name of my hometown?"

"Isn't your hometown in Lingnan?"

"...not this Lingnan."

"That..." Wang Xi's red lips parted slightly, she suddenly fell silent, staring at Zhao Wujiang's face in a daze.

Day after day of raiding and killing the enemy, Zhao Wujiang changed from handsome and handsome to dark and deep. At this moment, reflecting the firelight, Wang Xi seemed to see the man she called Xiao Heizi in those countless nights many years ago, just like now, with a heart full of love. Mind, smiling and sitting by the fire.

(End of this chapter)