One Thousand Five Hundred and Ninety-Five: Receive Nansheng, Kill Anxi (9)

Wei Ci is a cautious and considerate person, and he has long been prepared for Jiang Pengji's question.

"They? Some of them are private soldiers of various noble families, and the remaining 70% are militiamen recruited temporarily." Wei Ci gently wiped her wet hair while saying, "In order to show their support for Yang Tao, the Nansheng nobles once Some troops were allocated to Yang Tao. This time, the Nansheng gentry was able to go so smoothly, and Yang Tao was defeated and trapped, and this part of the troops played an important role."

Fortunately, there are only a little over 3,000 elites, and the rest of the troops are militiamen recruited temporarily, and they are brought in to fill the heads and strengthen the momentum.

Otherwise, even if Yang Tao had Yan Lin's support, it would be difficult to defend the city.

"Is this true?" Jiang Pengji frowned slightly, her lips curled up, "In this way, Yang Tao's loss is not wronged."

Wei Ci said, "It's really not wronged."

Jiang Pengji said, "He doesn't even know the truth of relying on the mountain to fall and relying on everyone to run? When the Nansheng nobles are of one mind and are willing to support him, the knife that was lent to him is his. Once they betray him, the original loan The knife that comes will no longer obey your orders."

It is precisely because some of the troops under Yang Tao's tent were borrowed from him by the Nansheng gentry, so when the Nansheng gentry betrayed Yang Tao, Yang Tao's foundation collapsed so completely. Without this incident, even if the Nansheng gentry wanted to lead people to instigate Yang Tao's army, it would not be possible overnight. Maybe Yang Tao would be able to kill people instead of surrendering to Jiang Pengji.

Historical experience has taught the world that things related to wealth and life should never be held in the hands of others.

If Jiang Pengji was Yang Tao, even if she received funding from the gentry and owed them favors, Jiang Pengji would secretly replace these people after she became famous. The soldiers who were not raised by themselves have always been separated by a layer. Who knows if their old master will do something secretly?

This is the difference between Jiang Pengji and Yang Tao.

Wei Ci said coldly, "Although Yang Tao has some omissions, An Jing is better. Otherwise, how could he persuade so many Nansheng nobles to defect."

"What kind of ability does he have? It's just that he was lucky and missed it. So what if he was born in the Nansheng gentry? As a result, the Nansheng gentry was more optimistic about Yang Tao, an outsider. If Yang Tao hadn't suffered such a big loss in my hands, which affected him in the future. The value in the eyes of the gentry, can a mere An Jing take the opportunity to enter? He sent more than ten thousand soldiers and horses to test our strength and defenses, just this alone makes me look down..."

Where did these more than ten thousand soldiers and horses come from?

Thirty percent was the military force originally lent to Yang Tao by various gentry families, and the remaining seventy percent was the militia recruited temporarily, and An Jing did not pay the cost at all.

Jiang Pengji couldn't help but sneer and sarcasm, and told Wei Ci a piece of information - she really didn't have much affection for An Xing.

Not only because of the character and behavior of the other party, but also because he was Wei Ci's former master in his previous life.

Every time she thinks of this, she feels uncomfortable all over. Who can squeeze her son's filial piety?

Wei Ci remonstrated, "My lord is right, but our troops are at a loss, so we can't let our guard down against Shang Anxi."

Jiang Pengji had a fight with Nie Shi and Yang Tao at the same time, even if they won, the loss of troops and financial resources was astronomical.

She came to fight with An Xing before she had rested, even if An Xing was seriously injured, she couldn't deal with it perfunctorily.

Maybe the gutter capsized.

Jiang Pengji said resolutely, "I know this truth, so be careful when sailing for ten thousand years."

After finishing speaking, she sighed comfortably, leaned her head on Wei Ci's shoulder and closed her eyes for a nap, the tip of her nose lingered with Wei Ci's unique fragrance. I don't know what he uses to wash his clothes, but Wei Ci's clothes have a faint scent of sandalwood all year round. When he smells it carefully, it seems that there is a little indescribable coolness, which has a soothing effect. Jiang Pengji liked it very much, and the more she smelled it, the mood would calm down.

Wei Ci wiped his long hair gently, probably because it was too comfortable, his eyelids were a little heavy, and he felt sleepy.

By the time Jiang Pengji had enough of her nap, her long, damp hair was almost dry.

Jiang Pengji took advantage of the opportunity to make money, and said love words without money one after another.

Wei Ci is also used to her movements, even if she is entangled with him like an octopus, he can still tie her long hair with both hands free.

"My lord is really becoming more and more childish."

Jiang Pengji said, "Who made Zixiao more paternal, he will definitely be good at raising children in the future."

Wei Ci: "..."

How can he accept this?

Due to her busy schedule, Jiang Pengji did not meet Yang Tao on the same day, but chose the next day.

This night, too many people tossed and turned for various reasons.

Needless to say, Yang Tao, as his bedside person, Yan Shuyao knew of her husband's situation, but she could only comfort her silently.

"... I don't know what the situation will be tomorrow..."

Yang Tao's voice was full of rare confusion, like a child standing at a crossroad looking around, sounding a bit fragile.

Yan Shuyao looked at him sideways, "No matter what the ending is, I will accompany you. Wherever you go, I will go wherever you go."

Yang Tao frightened her with a fierce face, "You talk nonsense, what if you go to see King Yama for your husband?"

Yan Shuyao said, "Then wait for the concubine to raise the child, and then go find you."

Yang Tao was stunned for a moment, and hugged her even harder. The husband and wife were speechless all night.

Yan Lin's side was also not calm, Yang Roujia put the child to sleep, and found her husband drawing something on the brocade with a pen.

"This is……"

Yan Lin said, "Our army hastily withdrew the map of Kun Yutu in some prefectures and counties in Nansheng, and many things were not taken away."

Most smart people have a good memory, and Yan Lin is one of them. Although not as good as people like Yang Si or Shi Zhong, they still have a good memory than ordinary people. Many confidential documents were read carefully, deeply remembered and then destroyed.

The things in the mind are the least likely to be stolen and snooped upon. Yang Tao's surrender is an unchangeable foregone conclusion, and Jiang Pengji will be underestimating it. Yan Lin will lay out the next game first, and then present these Kun maps to help her successfully win Nansheng. Yang Tao's situation will be much better.

Yang Roujia sighed, "My husband has planned a lot for my brother..."

Yan Lin said, "In this world, there are only a few relatives of you who are husbands. If you can't even protect you, this world will be lonely and boring."

That night, apart from the few of them, An Jing and the others were also upset.

The news of Jiang Pengji's troops arriving in Zhangzhou had already spread to their ears. On the surface, An Jing looked calm, but inside he was extremely irritable.

An Jing had known Jiang Pengji before she made a fortune, and she had seen with her own eyes that she had grown from a small county magistrate to a feudal lord occupying a whole country.

Now that people are pointing at his vitals with a butcher's knife, it's impossible for An Xing to not be under pressure, but he can't show any fear.

Distraught, An Jing went to find a confidant for countermeasures, so as to gain a sense of security.

Hua Yuan chatted with him all night, carefully analyzing the strengths and weaknesses of both the enemy and us, and the candlelight stayed on all night.

Before dawn, someone outside the tent reported that Army Division Lu Zheng had something important to do with An Xing.

An Jing left Huayuan's camp, and the latter got up to see him off.

Outside the tent, Lu Zheng stared at Hua Yuan, secretly clenched the sword around his waist.