Chapter 312

Write a poem for retreat?

Su Lu glanced at the documents sent by Tang Jun and threw them aside.

No one with a normal mind could believe that Tang Jun would put forward such a peace negotiation condition.

Writing poetry can make peace. Tang junbai, who attacked the city, died, the Xuanjia army who rushed to the array hung up, and Tang junbai of erdaogang camp was arrested.

Zhou Yuan glanced at Tang Jun's brochure and asked curiously, "governor, what conditions did Tang Jun put forward?"

"Write a poem and make peace with us."

Zhou yuanao said, and there was no following. How could it be that a fool would believe such a peace negotiation condition? It must be Tang Jun fooling us.

"Dushuai, if we continue to fight, our food and grass can only last for five days."

Zhou Yuan looked at Su Lu and reported.

The only grain and grass was robbed by the commander-in-chief of the Tang army at erdaogang camp. Neither Anton nor Xiting could deliver the grain and grass. Zhou Yuan felt that he had a great responsibility and some couldn't lift his head.

Su Lu heard that he put down the book in his hand and frowned, "can he last five days?"

"Then you can't spend any more time with Tang Jun. send orders to let the Scout captain meet him. It's been five days. It's time to finish the task I gave him."

Before long, Lao he was called in, accompanied by Wang Si and Li Kun.

"What's up, old he? Have you inquired clearly about the grain route and baggage of the Tang army?"

Lao he looked tired. These days, he took his brothers from the Scout camp to attack everywhere, and finally found out the grain road of the Tang army.

When he opened the defense map, he pointed to the map and said, "governor, please see, this is the Tang army camp, this is the Xunyang River, the Tang army baggage camp comes from Peng'an City, goes down the Xunyang River, passes through Julong and Wangjia Town, goes ashore to Yilong camp, takes the land road and arrives at Shangshan camp."

Wang Si raised his broom eyebrow and said, "mother, Xie Ruyu has protected his grain road well. We have no chance to start at all."

Li Kun held his arm and his cheeks were full of doubts: "in these days when we fight with Tang Jun, Tang Jun must have a heavy consumption. It's better to..."

"It's reported that general Wei beard of the Tang army asked for an audience."

A messenger came in and said.

Su Lu was stunned for a moment. Wei beard asked to see him. The Han and Tang Dynasties sent troops. What's the grandson doing here?

Does Tang Jun really want to make peace?

Su Lu glanced at the stationery on the ground. Some couldn't believe it. He made peace with a poem. It's too childish.

"Call in."

Su Lu ordered.

When Wei Huzi entered Shangshan county yamen, it was already noon. The food leader was cleaning up the pots and pans, and the smell of the food in the yard had not dispersed.

Walking along the corridor, as soon as he entered the yard, Wei beard saw the Shangshan county government hall with the red wood carved flower gate open. A team of guards had bright clothes and armor and held Qi with a knife ā Ng on duty outside the door, inside the door, or standing or sitting a few generals and captains in Fei and green robes.

Entering the lobby, Wei beard saluted with a fist in his chest: "Wei beard has seen the governor."

Su Lu nodded and motioned the bodyguard to watch his seat.

"General Wei doesn't rest in his camp. Why do you come to Shangshan?"

Guard beard smiled: "it's not that I've been fighting for so many days. My big body thinks it's difficult for our sergeants to have children. I want to make peace with the governor. He wrote a letter earlier. The governor didn't reply, so he sent me again."

Zhou Yuan said, "do you really want to make peace?"

Zhou Yuan was surprised to lose all his brushes, and the newly transcribed military affairs booklet was blackened.

I've only heard of land concessions, money losses, relatives and old tribute.

It's the first time I've heard of writing poetry and talking about peace.

Wei beard sat upright and said firmly, "of course, it's true to make peace. Is it still false?"

"As long as my supervisor writes a poem to you, he can make peace?"

Zhou Yuan was surprised that his eyes were about to fall off. He really opened his eyes.

Wei beard nodded heavily: "yes, writing a poem can make peace."

Speaking of this, Wei beard's face suddenly changed and said with a flattering smile, "one song can't do. You have to write more copies, otherwise the centimeters in the court will be uneven, and there will be more twists and turns."

Wang Si opened his mouth beside him: "there are so many dead people in your Tang army, and the bodies are almost piled up at the root of the city wall. Forget it?"

Guard beard looked at Wang Si angrily: "what can I do, continue to fight with you?"

Wang Silian waved his hand again and again: "I don't mean that. It's just that your terms of negotiation are a little playful, just like his mother's playful."

The guard beard's face became darker: "I won't tell you about it. If the commander has any conditions, just mention it. If it's successful or not, I'll pass it on."

Su Lu waved to the mud, brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and said casually, "I'll write one. If Xie Ruyu really wants to make peace, then make peace."

A poem can be accomplished in one move.

Su Lu didn't want to fight. The Han Army had no food. It was embarrassing to say that Xiting was still under his control. None of the food was sent. Macheng sent an apology and wanted to finish it.

As like as two peas, the beard ran up and picked up the Xuan paper and looked at Su Lu obsequious. "Commander, then write another one, exactly the same, and write another."

Su Lu wrote another one casually.

Wei beard put away the rice paper: "I have to write another one, commander-in-chief. This time there is a royal relative in the army. He contributes everywhere. If he can't get the authentic work, it must be impossible."

Su Lu frowned slightly, wrote another copy, and then threw the pen away.

As soon as the beard was ready, Wei dried the ink on it, put away the three rice paper and walked out.

"Commander, wait and listen. Today, our Tang army will begin to withdraw."

"But one thing is that your Han army can no longer cross the border, otherwise it will be difficult for my adults to explain there in the three provinces."

Li Kun looked at the back of Wei beard and looked surprised: "second brother, you really wrote it. It must be the genuine work of Wei beard to deceive you. It must be impossible."

Su Lu said indifferently, "if Tang Jun really lost his mind, he would be."

Wang Si touched his head: "if it does, my Wang Si's head must be made of elm bumps. It's fucking fooling."

Su Lu looked at the back of Wei beard, but he thought of a possibility.

The Tang army was just defeated by the Qin army. The grain and grass reserves of the Sanchong capital and Shangshan capital protectors must be insufficient. If Tang had a war with southern Chu in the south, or another dispute with Eastern Qi, the central government would be unable to support the three border wars.

It's still possible to find an excuse to make peace.

It is not impossible for Gao Lan to take a poem as a condition for peace.

Wei beard rode on his horse, holding three volumes of authentic works in his hand, looking at him with a sad face.

What about hiding that one?

Lord Xie explained that a new poem is the bottom line. It is best to write an authentic work. The more the better.

"These two are mine."

The guard beard put the two originals separately, one in the pocket next to the saddle, one close to his body, and the other in his hands.

"Sir, sir Xie and General Gao have come to meet you in person."

The pro guard reminded the guard beard.

Wei beard's face was full of laughter, his legs clamped his horse's belly and walked out.