Chapter 19 He Ping

Ma Su sighed with a long sigh, clenched his fists hard, and pinched Zhuge Liang's letter into a rustling sound. He pondered for a long time, smoothed the letter again, read and read, picked up the pen to write a reply to Zhuge Liang. He had just finished writing a few lines, shook his head, kneaded the Xiangyang paper into a ball, threw it aside, and picked up the pen and wrote again. After writing several times in a row, he still felt that it was inappropriate and always felt that the tone was inappropriate.

He disagrees with Zhuge Liang's statement.

Zhuge Liang took advantage of these barbarians, and also had the idea of ​​killing people with a knife. He hoped that the Wuling barbarians and Cao's army would suffer heavy losses in the attack and killing, which not only blocked the Cao army and delayed the Cao army's entry into Wuling, but also cleared obstacles for Liu Bei to occupy Wuling in the future. This idea seemed to kill two birds with one stone, and even Ma Su thought so at first. However, since Cao Chong sent an envoy to redeem Pu Gan's head with a large sum of money, his idea changed.

He did not expect Cao Chong to redeem a Bazi's head at all costs. He always thought that Cao Chong, like them, drove these barbarians to attack and kill, and took the opportunity to consume their strength, and would not regard these Bazi as his own confidants. But now, he did not think so. He felt that Cao Chong truly regarded these barbarians as the people of the Han people, as the confidants of the Han generals under his command, and treated them equally. He understood a little why the Five Hundred White Tiger Army would never surrender even though they were in desperate situations. They would rather fight to the end than surrender. One reason was the glory of their Ba people, and the other was that even if they died in battle, Cao Chong would not treat their family unfairly. Their family would receive the same pension as the soldiers of the Han army. But it was said that Cao Chong set the pension standard that was richer than the ordinary Han army, and the Han soldiers and barbarian soldiers were treated the same.

Five hundred people, with a dying blow, killed nearly a thousand Wuling Man under the enemy on both sides. If Yuan Hu outside the valley hadn't figured out the details, their battle might have been destroyed, rather than the current situation. When Ma Su thought of the madness of the White Tiger Army after Park Gang's death, he couldn't help but feel chill. He had never quite understood why these Bazis were so stubborn, but after Cao Chong's envoy came, he understood a little.

Not only did he understand, but Shamoke also understood a little. From his different eyes, Ma Su saw the shakenness in his heart.

He wanted to tell Zhuge Liang about these things, but he knew that Zhuge Liang's inner pride might not accept his view. As he did, he could not watch his respected brother continue to be so confused. He vaguely felt that Cao Chong's approach was obviously better than Zhuge Liang's idea.

Ma Su thought about it in the middle of the night and replied to Zhuge Liang with a carefully written word. He tactfully explained Cao Chong's attitude towards the barbarian army, and then suggested that Zhuge Liang also consider the survival of the Wuling barbarians while using the Wuling barbarians. He said that the Wuling barbarians suffered great losses in recent battles. Nearly two thousand people had died in their recent battles, accounting for one-third of the strongest people in the clan, and there were still wars to fight later. Under the heavy siege of Cao's army, at least many people would die. The goal of military advisors to weaken them has been achieved.

Now the Cao army has forced to Fuling and Shamoke's old village. Judging from their military strength, it seems that it is not only for the safety of Fuling, but also for the sake of taking Wuling County and then taking all the four counties in Jiangnan. Now the lord is leading a heavy army outside, and the financial resources of the four counties are not enough to support the battle on both sides. Therefore, how to make full use of the Wuling barbarians to delay the pace of Cao's army is crucial. If the military advisor does not hesitate to food, grass, and weapons, support Shamoke more,

He can support us for a while, win precious time for us, and gain time for the military advisor to stabilize the four counties. Therefore, he hopes that the military advisor will send Zhang Fei's troops to the west, support each other with Shamoke, and protect our side and back, so as not to be cut off by Lejin and encircle Shamoke. If Shamoke dies, the Wuling barbarians will scatter like birds and beasts, and will even join Cao's army. In that case, Wuling will be exposed to the cruel Cao army like a girl without any cover.

Ma Su also said that the army in Chengdu is moving towards Fuling, and the navy has been stationed in Zigui for a while, and it seems that there is a possibility of moving downstream. The important downstream towns are Yiling, Jiangling, Xiakou, Xiakou and Jiangxia's navy. If the troops are united, it may be unfavorable to Changsha. Now Changsha is insufficient in its troops, so please be careful to avoid being exploited by Cao Chong. He also suggested that Zhuge Liang send envoys to the Qiang tribes west of Chengdu to provoke the Qiang rebellion, disturb the western front of Yizhou, and reduce the pressure on Fuling.

Ma Su wrote all night. When it was light dawn, he rubbed his sour eyes and handed the thick letter bag to his followers, asking him to rush to Lingling to hand over the letter to Zhuge Liang. Seeing his followers go out, he blew out the oil lamp that had been lit all night, stretched out his arms, pounded his shoulders, and slapped his clothes on the cowhide next to him, and fell asleep.

In the dream, he saw Park Gan slashing at him like a god of killing. Park Gan chopped off his head with one knife, carried his hair, and held it in front of him. The two of them faced each other. However, he didn't feel the pain, but just looked at his neck that was bleeding from the blood, and listened to Park Gan's ridicule in his ears: "Zhuzi, just you guys want to block the general's progress. It's really a mantis arm to block the car, and you can't overestimate your ability..."

After saying that, Park Gan threw his head to the ground, raised his foot and stepped on it hard. Ma Su looked at the battle boots that were coming to his face, and finally couldn't suppress the fear in his heart, and screamed loudly. The foot stopped, moved away, revealing a face, but it was not Park Gan's black face, but changed to a smiling baby face, which looked very blurry and not very real. The baby face smiled at him and said, "Ma Su, do you want to go against the court? Do your Ma family want to be a traitor?"

"The winner is the king and the prince are the loser, and the enemy is the enemy. Who will be the traitor at that time?" Ma Su responded, suppressing the fear in his heart.

"Haha, just by Liu Bei, can you become a king?" The baby face laughed loudly, "Besides, you have been slashed in your head, can you still become a king? Don't you feel it hurt?"

Ma Su was shocked and suddenly felt a piercing pain. He screamed "ah" and sat up in cold sweat. A barbarian woman lifted up the curtain and walked in, squatted in front of him, gently caressing his sweaty face: "Mr. Ma, are you having a nightmare again?"

"Yeah." Ma Su nodded weakly. He has been too tired recently and has been in a bad state. Last time, he stared at Park Gan's head for too long. Park Gan's face has been in his mind.

"Is there anything you have to do?" Ma Su pushed away the barbarian woman's hand and stood up by himself. This barbarian woman was given to him by Shamoke, and she was extremely attached to him, but Ma Su did not think about this. How could the Ma family in Xiangyang marry a barbarian woman? One day he walked out of this village, it had nothing to do with the people here, and of course he would not remember a barbarian woman who sleeps with him.

"The elf...sends...someone... please give me...birth first." The barbarian woman timidly retracted her hand, drooped her eyelids, and stammered in the Chinese language she had just learned.

"Oh?" Ma Su responded, glanced at it, walked to the wooden basin brought by the barbarian woman, reached out and scooped a handful of cold water on his face. A coolness made him feel refreshed. He patted him twice more forcefully, and his face turned red. Then he took the scarf handed over the barbarian woman and wiped his face, shook his hand and left the tent.

"Mr. Ma, that He Ping is like a deadly deceased person, and he is following him every day. He has been chasing ten miles outside the village. If he doesn't fight a war, he will attack the village." Shamoke looked at Ma Su coldly, and his big hands were pinching the chest and waist of the woman who was sent by Zhuge Liang. The woman could not bear the strength of his hand, and her face kept twitching, but she did not dare to say anything. Her snow-white teeth bit her lower lip and forced herself to endure it.

Ma Su remained silent. He sat opposite Shamoke, took a glass of monkey wine and drank it, then pulled out the short knife from his waist and cut a piece of roasted wild boar meat. He picked it in his mouth and chewed it for a long time, stretched his neck and swallowed it, then slowly said: "What do the elf plan to do?"

Shamoko spit out a bone with a "pah" sound, and used the tip of the knife to pick the gap between the teeth, and took out a piece of shredded flesh to look at it. He stuck out his tongue and licked it into his mouth. While chewing, he smiled indifferently: "What can I do? There are many people in those bazi, there are nearly 100,000 people, at least 20,000 to 30,000. Just after more than 500 people died, they immediately completed it. I am different. I am one of them, one less, your lord will send you one person, and no soldier will be brought. Let me fight for you, but the things that promised me will take longer..."

He glanced at Ma Su in dissatisfaction, and then said, "There are two thousand White Tiger Army opposite and two thousand Jingshan Army. I only have three or four thousand people here. If Mr. Ma has no clever plan, please go back and ask your pig and dog military advisor, don't destroy all my village."

Ma Su smiled and said nothing. He knew that Shamoke wanted to drive him away and then glared at the White Tiger Army. These barbarians had no face problems at all. They only had benefits. As long as Cao Chong promised to let him go, and then gave him some benefits, he could turn his head and fight Wuling immediately. Now that he has not tied him up and sent it to Cao Chong, he has already given him face.

"Ban Yan has always been able to beat you up. This time, he lost 500 people under the command of the elite, and even the captain was killed by the elite, which must be regarded as a great humiliation." Ma Su leisurely and contentedly picked up the wine glass and took a sip, glanced at Shamoke and smiled: "Although Park Gan is just a captain, Cao Cangshu attaches great importance to it and is willing to spend a lot of money to redeem it. I heard that he spoke and asked for blood debts to pay for it. I don't know which person's head in the elite village can satisfy him."

Shamoke was stunned and his face immediately turned purple. His regretful intestines were blue. When he met Ma Su, Park Kan had been angry for a long time, but his body was still intact. He was impulsive and cut off Park Kan's head with one knife, and then proudly proclaimed everywhere that he had killed Park Kan, which made everyone in Fuling think that Park Kan was killed by him. Now he realized that this was simply a trap for Ma Su. He kept Park Kan's head without killing him, just waiting for him to be deceived. He originally wanted to send someone to show his goodwill to Lord Peng in Fuling, but Lord Peng ignored him at all. He heard that it was the White Tiger Army that refused to agree, and he must kill his head with his own hands to avenge Park Kan.

The bad species of dog days. Shamoke was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to get angry. If Ma Su was angry, he would not be able to deal with the yin He Ping. If Park Dan had an opportunity to take advantage of it, He Ping would not take any advantage.

"Mr. Ma, you know the situation in the village. This year, I have been busy with war and I have not planted much land. The property I sent by the teacher is not enough to appease the families of the disciples who died in battle. I... I am poor too. Did you discuss with the military advisor and transport more food for me to spend the winter?" Shamoke saw that Ma Su's face had not changed, so he became more courageous: "It's okay to borrow it or borrow it."

Ma Su smiled and said, "Why do you have to worry about the elite? Since my lord has formed an alliance with the elite, he will naturally take the matter of the elite. Now Wuling has a large amount of military farmland, and it will be harvested at most half a month. Once the harvest is completed, the military advisor will definitely give priority to meeting the requirements of the elite husband. There are only 20,000 people here. How much food can you eat? Save a little between our teeth, which is enough for the elite husband to eat. Does the elite husband know how much can the military farmland of my military coach be collected by one acre?"

Ma Su looked at Shamoke with a smile. Shamoke shook his head, thought for a while and said, "One acre of paddy fields in the mountains can only harvest two stones of rice, can the military advisor harvest three stones?"

Ma Su laughed: "One acre of land in my military advisor can collect this number." He said, stretching out a hand and shaking it in front of Shamoke.

"Five...Five stones?" Shamoko's eyes immediately widened, and shook his head in disbelief: "Impossible, sir must be joking."

"My military advisor is astronomy and geography, and he is skilled and versatile. What's this? Some fields can still be six stones. Not to mention Lingling, even Wuling's military farming income is more than five million stones this year. It's no problem to borrow some food for the winter with a little food from the elite man." Ma Su said the big words, but his face turned red. Zhuge Liang's farming skills were learned by sending people to sneak into Xiangyang. He is indeed smart, but farming is not an expert. The military farming he himself presided over has reached the top of the peak of one acre of four stones. Compared with Xiangyang, it is not worth mentioning.

Shamoke looked at Ma Su with his mouth wide open, and was stunned for a while before laughing, "That's good, that's good. Since the military advisor has so much food, it will be fine to give me some food to make me spend the winter. I would like to ask Mr. Ma to say more kind words."

"This is natural." Ma Su straightened his body, pulled out a map from his arms and placed it in front of Shamoke. This map was found from Park Gan's body, and there was Park Gan's blood. A long hole was cut in the middle, which was carefully sewn by the barbarian woman with fish intestine lines. When Ma Su first saw this map, he was more shocked than seeing the barbarian woman's plump*. He never thought that the map could be drawn so detailed. No wonder Park Gan could play hide-and-seek with them in the mountains. What surprised Ma Su even more was that Park Gan was just a captain, and he had such a good map in his hand. What would the map in Cao Chong look like?

"People, please see, He Ping has two thousand White Tiger Army, but they are here to the army..." Ma Su saw Shamoke frowning and did not understand, and explained: "That is to say, they are here to fight us, so they have to bring food and supplies. The birth and growth of the Elf is here, and this is the Elf's home. The terrain is familiar and you can find food everywhere. You don't need to take the civilians to carry food. With this alone, we will definitely win. As long as the Elf's sends people to rob their grain, they will lose. So what about the White Tiger Army? If there is no food to eat, he will still starve to death. The more people, the faster he dies."

"Ratching the grain?" Shamoke used his thick fingers to lift his otter skin crown, scratched his scalp, scratched the dandruff on the lower end, and fell onto the map. Ma Su felt disgusted and his throat was itchy. He forced himself to stop pulling the map back.

"It is precisely, before the troops move, food and grass will come first. We rob their food, strengthen us, and weaken them. After going back and forth, we can completely turn the situation around and win without fighting..." Ma Su talked endlessly, citing scriptures, and without saying a few words, he made Shamoke and the barbarians surrounded by him dizzy, with stars in his eyes and a greedy smile on his face, as if the White Tiger Army had been defeated by them and fled.

Yuan Hu put together the "Book of Han" and smiled: "Zijun, today's Wei Huo Chuan has been read, what do you think?"

He Ping shook his hand and smiled, "I'm just listening. If you have any ideas, don't come and take the test for me."

Yuan Hu refused and pulled He Ping and said, "Zijun, don't be humble. I know that although you don't know much about literacy, you have unique insights. Even the General praised you, otherwise I wouldn't read Chinese books to you every day in the army. This was all instructed by the General. He also said that it would be best to teach you how to read it yourself."

"How can I have time?" He Ping shook his head repeatedly.

"Do you don't have time?" Yuan Hu stood up and patted He Ping on the shoulder: "Are you busier than General? Are you busier than Sun Zhongmou? General has to study before going to bed every day, and Sun Zhongmou also teaches Lu Ziming, and Duke Jiang Yi study, but you don't have time. I think, the general is going to order you to remove your military post and send you to Xiangyang Academy to be locked up for a few years before you can study."

He Ping laughed: "Hu Zi, if you have this opportunity, I will definitely recommend you to go. Among us, you have the best knowledge. What should I do if I am a military man who leads troops? "

Yuan Hu closed his smile and said seriously: "Zijun, you are wrong. What's wrong with the martial arts man? Look at which lieutenant under the general doesn't study? Xu Zhengli, Dian Ziqian, and even Tiele and Heiyuer can understand official documents now. If you still do this, how can you understand the general's secret military order in the future? Zijun, I advise you that the new guard has left. Now the White Tiger Army is the two of us. If you want to prevent the White Tiger Army from falling into the hands of others and not let your uncles down, we must be successful. Not only can we fight, but we must also be able to fight a good war. The general said that if you don't know the past and present, you will not have a broad vision. You can't let me follow you for the rest of your life. I still want to lead troops in the future. Who would want to always be a scholar for you?"

He glanced at He Ping who was silent and sighed and said, "Zijun, I know that your family is poor, so you have a family surname. You can't do anything before. Now you are working under the general. Why don't you study if you have the opportunity? The general not only chooses a teacher for us, but sometimes he also personally talks about military tactics. Where can you find such good things? You have good martial arts skills and talent in wars, but it is not a bad thing to learn more military tactics. The general is so smart, and you have to learn it, let alone you. With knowledge and win more battles, you can change back to the Wang surname and recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors. Just like Ma Dexin, what's wrong?"

He Ping remained silent and sat for a long time before pulling a map and laughing: "Huzi, I know your intentions. Let's first study how to break through the Barbarian King's village and avenge the Xinshou."

Yuan Hu shook his head helplessly, sat down and pointed to the map and said, "Zijun, Leshe Chong has crossed the river and is now advancing into Wuling territory. It seems to be trying to cut off the retreat of Wulingman retreating to Linyuan. But the French general's military order asked us to attack Shamoke immediately, which seemed a bit unreasonable. Now Leshe Chong has not reached its position yet. Once we fight, Zhang Yide of Linyuan will support Shamoke at any time."

He Ping still sat quietly, staring at the map for a while, and suddenly laughed softly: "Hu Zi, maybe the purpose of General France is to attract Zhang Yide here."

"Why?" Yuan Hu looked at He Ping in confusion.

"If we wanted to deal with Shamoko, our White Tiger Army and Jingshan Army, plus General Zhe Chong would have 8,000 troops. Not to mention that our combat effectiveness is stronger than them, we also have twice the advantage in terms of military strength. With the excellent weapons in our hands, we could have already broken through the Wulingman Dazhai, so how could we wait until now? I think Le Zhe Chong's purpose is not to intercept Shamoko's retreat, but to intercept Linyuan's reinforcements."

Yuan Hu looked at the map and burst into laughter: "How is it possible? Zhang Yide has an army of 10,000. Even if he only sent three or four thousand people to join forces with Shamoke, it would be enough to break through the blockade of Le Zhe Chong. No matter how good Le Zhe Chong is, he cannot face the rush of twice the force. When we arrive, we are afraid that people will run away. I think he is still blocking the middle and not let Lin Yuan's reinforcements come, so that we can attack Dazhai with all our strength."

"No." He Ping smiled and said, "Zhang Yide would never send two or three thousand people. I guess he would send at most one thousand people to make a wish, that's good. These people would not care about the life and death of Shamoke, that stupid man." He leaned back, glanced at Yuan Hu, and smiled and said, "If you treat the White Tiger Army and the Jingshan Army like General, you probably won't find a second in the entire Han Dynasty. Our Ba people have helped the Han people fight so many battles. They seem quite polite, but none of them can respect us from the heart. General, only the general is really good to us, so he is willing to use so much money to exchange for the newly guarded corpse."

"That's true." Yuan Hu sighed: "I heard that Shamoko made a fortune in Xinshou, and the gold he wanted to go could be the head of Xinshou. The general agreed without saying a word, otherwise Uncle Park would not be so quiet."

"So, my White Tiger Army was about to break through Shamoke's village, cut off Shamoke's head, and let him spit out all the gold he swallowed in, even the money and profits." He Ping said gloomyly, stretching out his finger and drawing half a circle on the map, and then clicking in a valley: "This is Shamoke's burial place."
Chapter completed!