Chapter 160 The Flag

The flag had been raised.

Afterward,

Jingnan King appeared before the soldiers with Zheng Boye, who had once again performed meritorious service.

The alcohol ban was lifted for another round.

For a time,

Cheers erupted from the crowd!

But in reality, the wine prepared for this lifting of the ban was already prepared here; only half of it had been distributed initially. The amount for one distribution was split into two, which actually had a better effect.

Afterward, Zheng Boye returned to his own tent to rest.

Lying on the blanket, Zheng Boye stared at the black spots on the tent above him.

His afternoon nap had been too fulfilling, leaving him with no sleepiness at all now.

He understood what Old Tian meant.

The flag not falling meant that Great Yan would still be Great Yan in the future, and Great Yan's iron cavalry would continue to crush any enemy in front of them under the guidance of the Black Dragon flag.

But the flag was here, and the Great Yan state title was here,

but it didn't mean that Zheng Boye couldn't do what he wanted if he really wanted to in the future.

The Tian clan replaced the Qi,

didn't the state title remain unchanged?

What Old Tian wanted was a promise, and this promise was truly broad.

Turning sideways,

Zheng Boye rested his head on the pillow and looked at the tent entrance with his eyes open.

A Ming was sitting there guarding the night, but there was actually no need to guard the night inside the king's tent.

But Zheng Boye didn't tell him to come in and lie down to sleep together.

"Master, can't you sleep?"

"Can't you sleep either?" Zheng Boye asked back.

"I'm not used to the bed."

He was very sad that his coffin was gone.

Before they die, elderly people in the folk will prepare their own coffins in advance. Once they are prepared, they feel at ease. Even if they are stored in the house for seven or eight years without being used, they will feel happy every time they see them.

The coffin was also A Ming's sustenance; at the same time, he had more practical value than those old men and women.

"I want to go to Qian country to take a look."

Zheng Boye said.

A Ming smiled and said, "You should go and take a look."

The topic ended there.

Because his tent was too close to the king's tent, a strong person's hearing is extraordinary. If you whisper here, Jingnan King can hear it clearly if he really wants to.

Therefore, some things are not convenient to talk about.

Zheng Boye lay back again and began to count sheep.

Unexpectedly,

he really fell asleep.

When he woke up, he found that it was still dark.

A Ming was still sitting at the entrance of the tent, carefully filing his nails with a file.

"What time is it?" Zheng Boye asked.

"Master has only slept for three hours," A Ming replied.

"Sigh."

There was still a while before dawn, but he really couldn't sleep anymore.

Just then, Zheng Fan saw a team of personal guards delivering the reports from various departments from last night.

Zheng Boye simply got up, washed up, and came to the entrance of the king's tent.

The personal guard at the door did not stop him at all when he saw that it was Zheng Boye.

After entering, Zheng Boye saw the reports that had been sent earlier, piled on the shelf at the entrance. Below, there were also three Tranquility Talismans given by Zui Xian Weng.

Zheng Boye took out the talismans and stuffed them into his boots.

He definitely couldn't put them in his chest.

Immediately,

Zheng Boye picked up the reports and placed them on the desk where he was sitting.

Then he turned around, went to the marshal's seat, and picked up the candlestick.

Jingnan King was sleeping there, with his eyes closed.

Of course, Zheng Boye knew in his heart that Old Tian could definitely sense that he had come in.

Zheng Boye didn't help to put the blanket on him,

because if Old Tian suddenly opened his eyes when he was covering him,

and he made eye contact with him,

wouldn't that be awkward?

Life is not a TV series; it has to be down-to-earth.

He was a martial artist, and Old Tian was even a peak martial artist; even if Old Tian was thrown into the ice and snow for a night, he wouldn't catch a cold. Cover your sister with a blanket.

However, Zheng Boye was still driven by curiosity and took a few more glances at Old Tian with his eyes closed.

Actually, Zheng Boye was quite confident in his appearance.

In his previous life, he was already good-looking, but the problem of his family environment since childhood made his temperament a difficult problem. Even if he later made money with comics through his own efforts, he lived a complete otaku life.

In this life, after practicing martial arts and experiencing big scenes, he had always had a firm grasp of his temperament.

In addition to his already good looks;

otherwise, if he were really a Li Kui, would Xiong Liqing choose him?

But Old Tian...

Although it felt strange for a man to comment on another man's appearance.

But Old Tian's appearance was really unquestionable.

Born as a direct descendant of the Tian family, this gene, tsk tsk.

Why are descendants of aristocratic families prone to producing handsome men and beautiful women?

The family conditions are here. The choice of spouses for family descendants has always been very high for generations. After generations of genetic improvement, it is difficult not to be handsome.

As for the temperament, hey, let's not mention it. A person riding a pixiu in front can scare back thousands of troops. This is no longer something that momentum can describe.

It was just this head of white hair,

that made people feel a little distressed.

From the bottom of his heart, Zheng Boye had always admired Jingnan King.

Therefore, he always felt that Old Tian didn't have to live so tired. For a figure like him, leading the family to revive and grow was not a difficult task.

Even if he went against the Yan Emperor and against Marquis Zhenbei, even if the Yan Emperor had righteousness in his hands at the beginning and the Zhenbei Army's 300,000 iron cavalry were eyeing him like tigers, Jingnan King could completely slowly wear it down, slowly confront it, and even completely take a step back before moving forward. Wouldn't the sky be wider?

But wine becomes more fragrant when it is aged.

Men also need to experience things to mature.

The former Zheng Boye would have nightmares at night because of disgust and fear on the day Jingnan King exterminated his entire family. Now, he could understand it somewhat.

It's not because of what he did that he is who he is, but because of who he is that he does what he does.

After taking a few more glances, Zheng Boye immediately turned his gaze back, returned to his desk, and began to review the reports that had just been sent.

After reviewing for a while,

he rubbed his wrist,

looked up,

looked at the sleeping person over there,

and then continued to review.

During this period, another batch of reports was sent.

When the personal guard came in, he saw that his lord was asleep and Zheng Boye was reviewing, so he smiled, sent the reports to Zheng Boye, and said in a low voice;

"Boye, you've worked hard."

Zheng Boye shook his head and pointed to the ones that had just been reviewed and said:

"Send them out."

"Yes, Boye."

This time, he didn't have to wait for Old Tian to wake up to read them again.

Unconsciously, it was dawn outside.

Tian Wujing slowly sat up from the bed. Obviously, he didn't have any surprise at Zheng Fan appearing in his king's tent.

Zheng Boye still had many reports that he hadn't reviewed, but he still took the initiative to get up, picked up the washbasin and towel placed on the shelf in the corner, and prepared to go out to fetch water.

When fetching water, he met A Ming outside.

A Ming was really a champion of staying up all night; he hadn't slept yet.

For him, as long as there was blood to drink, he didn't need sleep at all, and now if he lay down, he would think of his destroyed coffin, and immediately feel sad.

"What has Master been doing in the king's tent for so long?"

"Reviewing reports."

"Where's Jingnan King?"

"Sleeping."

"Oh."

"Oh."

Zheng Boye poured some hot water, brought it in, and placed it in front of Jingnan King.

"Order breakfast to be brought in," Tian Wujing said.

"Okay."

Not long after, breakfast was brought in.

The breakfast was quite rich, consisting of mutton soup and flatbread.

The sheep was brought by Zheng Boye when he came here.

The two of them had breakfast together. Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Boye's desk and asked;

"How many more are there?"

"Not many."

"There will be more later; let's review them together."

"Okay."

Zheng Boye began his tedious reviewing work again.

This was perhaps another side of war.

In addition to shedding blood, there was also this tedious accumulation of paperwork.

But what should be read still had to be read, and what should be done still had to be done. Zheng Boye regarded this as a practice.

Many times, things could be delegated to the demon kings to do. For example, Si Niang and Blind Man were absolutely handy to do this work.

But he, as the master, had to know how to do it.

Just like the princes of previous dynasties, after they came of age, if the old emperor hadn't died yet, he would mostly arrange for them to visit various departments to accumulate work experience in advance. This was the normal development model for princes.

This shows that even being an emperor requires extremely high professional qualities and basic preparation.

A new batch of reports was sent again.

Zheng Boye just nodded to the personal guard who sent the reports, and continued to work without raising his head.

Jingnan King sat on the marshal's seat for a while, then walked down and stood on the side of the sand table, watching for a long time.

The atmosphere in the king's tent was clearly divided and extremely harmonious.

Finally, when it was almost noon, Zheng Boye finally reviewed all the reports and asked the personal guard outside to come in and carry them away to be sent out.

If it continued like this tomorrow, Zheng Boye felt that his efficiency would be even higher.

After reviewing,

Zheng Boye raised his head,

closed his eyes,

and took a deep breath.

His wrist hurt a lot, because it had really been a long time since he had written for so long.

If Old Tian's handwriting was like Li Fusheng's, a scribbled dog-crawling style, then he could write more easily, but it just so happened that when he saw Old Tian reviewing reports a few days ago, his handwriting was… really good.

With this pressure in front of him, Zheng Boye had to take it seriously.

In this life, he usually practiced calligraphy in addition to practicing swordsmanship. After all, there were so many poems and articles in his mind that he could copy. He didn't copy them now because he was too lazy to copy them and disdained to copy them, after all, he was born in Yan, not Qian.

But how should he say it,

if it could be used in the future,

or if he wanted to travel to Qian country or something, it would be too embarrassing if his calligraphy was not presentable when writing poems to deceive courtesans.

Although Zheng Boye and the demon kings unanimously believed that copying poems to deceive fame and fortune and to deceive others into offering themselves was very low-end;

But Zheng Boye felt that if he had the opportunity in the future, he would still have to go through this procedure, so as not to leave any regrets.

After reviewing these reports, a clear vein seemed to emerge in his mind.

The logistical support in the rear, the situation of various military camps, and the state of various troops were woven from the subtle to the surface, giving his mind an extremely clear understanding and a traceable vein.

This was how hundreds of thousands of troops should be controlled.

Jingnan King, who was still staring at the sand table, said;

"Write another letter of persuasion to surrender to Nian Yao."

"Okay, Your Highness."

Zheng Boye spread out the paper, but stopped before writing, and asked, "Your Highness, should I write it in your name?"

"Write it in yours."

Zheng Boye nodded,

Since he was writing in his own name, he could play it freely.

And Nian Yao was born as a slave. Although he was a slave in the royal palace, his cultural level, no, at least his cultural cultivation, should not be too high. Therefore, he could write in plain language throughout.

Zheng Boye's initial draft was to popularize the universal values of "equality for all" to Nian Yao.

But thinking about this, it was a bit too stiff, and using Nian Yao's slave status to provoke his relationship with Chu was too clichéd.

In the end,

Zheng Boye simply wrote a letter to Nian Yao in the name of a distant friend:

Dear Nian...

Zheng Boye took a deep breath and changed a piece of paper.

Seeing the words is like meeting...

Zheng Boye changed another piece of paper.

You bastard, don't you think your tortoise shell is very hard? I've already smashed so many for you!

Well,

satisfied.

Next, Zheng Boye wrote about some scenic spots and snacks in Yan, and also explored the scenic spots and snacks in Chu.

After writing, he finished work.

"Your Highness, the letter is written."

"Order someone to send it out."

Obviously, Jingnan King didn't plan to read it.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Zheng Fan, come here."

Zheng Boye walked to the side of the sand table.

Tian Wujing opened his hand, and Zheng Fan's Barbarian Blade was unsheathed and fell into his hand.

The blade pointed to the eastern side of Meng Mountain on the sand table,

"If everything goes smoothly, you should enter Chu from here, and then enter the Wei River from here. If you are not blocked by the Chu army, you can take a boat along the Wei River all the way east and arrive directly at Jing City.

This is a case where the heavens are helping Great Yan, and everything is going smoothly."

"Uh, Your Highness, I can understand entering Meng Mountain from here and entering the land of Chu. If the breach on the Wang River side causes the river to divert and flow into the tributaries, it can indeed be done.

But can this tributary enter the Wei River?"

Although the water system in Chu is well-developed, it is not so developed. The most important thing is that it is not enough to have rivers and water. The river channel must also be wide enough for the navy's ships to pass through.

This time, the Great Yan navy entered with soldiers. In order to carry more soldiers, they would not transport war horses on the ships. War horses actually took up more space than people, and long-distance transportation on the ships was difficult for the war horses. Less than 30%, or even lower, of the horses transported to the destination could disembark and fight, so it was extremely uneconomical.

According to Zheng Boye's estimation, he could probably transfer 20,000 soldiers there.

He would draw a portion from his headquarters, a portion from Gong Wang's and Gongsun Zhi's troops, and everyone would put together 20,000 soldiers.

Although he had suffered heavy losses in the battles of Dongshan Fortress and Yangshan Village, as well as Gong Wang's and Gongsun Zhi's side, it would be ridiculous to bring new soldiers to this kind of long-range raid and hard battle.

Fortunately, Jingnan King had already agreed to let him choose new recruits.

As long as this battle could be won, Chu's Shanggu Prefecture would enter Yan territory, and Zhennan Pass would also enter his sphere of influence. At that time, the Chu elite would be exhausted and unable to launch a northern expedition, and he would have enough time to digest the territory, train new soldiers, and consolidate his strength.

Tian Wujing's blade划在了 Zheng Boye's previously pointed position,

and said;

"There will be a canal here that leads directly to the Wei River."

"Are the people of Chu so considerate?" Zheng Boye felt a little surprised.

"In the first year of Yongping, the Fan family suggested that the Qu family dig a canal that could通向 Wei River in the name of developing Meng Mountain and Qi Mountain, and the Qu family agreed."

"That is to say, this section of the river has been under construction for three years?"

"Yes."

"It was Your Highness who instructed the Fan family..."

"Fan Zhengwen is more extraordinary than you expected. In addition, at the beginning of the year, because you snatched the princess, friction occurred between Chu and Liang. The Fan family undertook the task of transporting military supplies to that side. Therefore, the canal was accelerated and widened, and it should be completed now."

Three years ago was when Jin was just opened, and at that time, the Situ family was still there.

Zhennan Pass was still under the control of the Situ family, and the Barbarian Rebellion had not yet occurred.

At that time, Jingnan King had already planned to attack Chu.

As if seeing through Zheng Fan's thoughts, Jingnan King said:

"What this king thought at the beginning was just that there could be one more way to enter Chu. Who would have thought that the situation between the two countries would become like this now?"

Things are unpredictable,

Who knew that Situ Lei, this long-established lord, the founding emperor of the Dacheng Kingdom, would lose several battles in the snow under the rebellion of his two brothers;

Who could have imagined that the Barbarians would rise so rapidly and to such a terrifying extent after possessing a Barbarian King?

"That is also because Your Highness has foresight and made arrangements in advance."

It would be too wonderful if he could just take a boat all the way to Jing City like this.

Not to mention avoiding the fatigue of soldiers in long-distance raids, the speed would also be faster, and it would be even more unexpected for the Chu people.

Along the way, the Fan family should truly "destroy their family to relieve the country's difficulties" to help the Yan people. Fan Zhengwen should have been waiting for this moment for a long time.

In fact,

Fan Zhengwen and Nian Yao have many similarities.

Both of them were born as slaves,

The Fan family was so big and rich, but they were still the Qu family's slaves;

Nian Yao, as a Chu general, repeatedly made military exploits, but he still had to call himself a slave in front of nobles.

If Nian Yao could be like Fan Zhengwen, that would be great.

As long as he was willing, after Great Yan entered Chu, he could give most of Chu to Nian Yao and let Nian Yao be the lord of a Great Chu Kingdom, only nominally surrendering to Great Yan.

Because compared to attacking Chu, what the monarchs and ministers of Great Yan really wanted to fight was Qian.

"Jing City, as long as you take Jing City, burn the Chu people's food and supplies, and block the section of the Wei River, you only need to deal with the reinforcements from the south of the Wei River. As for the hundreds of thousands of Chu troops in the Zhennan Pass area..."

"Buzz!"

Jingnan King directly stabbed the knife into the sand table above Zhennan Pass.

"This king will destroy them all the way they come out.

This king wants to lead my Great Yan iron cavalry,

to make this Shanggu Prefecture

the graveyard of hundreds of thousands of Chu troops!"

These words made Zheng Boye's blood boil.

Once Jing City was taken by him, it would be difficult for Nian Yao and his Great Chu border troops not to come out, because if they didn't come out, they would be trapped to death and starve to death.

And once the Chu people left the city walls and military camps, they would taste the terror of the Great Yan cavalry's unparalleled field battles.

Tian Wujing raised his hand,

and the Barbarian Blade inserted into the sand table floated into his hand.

Tian Wujing handed the Barbarian Blade to Zheng Fan. When Zheng Fan received the knife,

he said;

"In this battle, this king wants to destroy the vitality of the Chu people, so that they will not be able to launch a northern expedition for twenty years.

At that time,

it will be easier for you to defend Zhennan Pass."

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