“It’s really good.”

Song Beiyun held a fishing rod in his hand and hid next to the landslide lake in the name of inspection project and caught fish. There was no one except Miaoyan and Xiaoyu who were brought by him anytime and anywhere.

The army had already surrounded Hengyang City and was unable to move around. They besieged the city and repaired it. Anyway, the people in the city couldn't get out now, and people outside the city couldn't get in, so everyone was in a stalemate.

Before traveling through time, he never believed that the city could be surrounded for months or years, but now he truly believed that if a balance of domestic demand is formed in the city and has production capacity, then this city will be theoretically feasible for a few years, not to mention a few years. However, generally, the situation will not be that long, because there are almost no theoretical perfection in nature.

But even a few months later, Song Beiyun could not afford it, so he only had ten days of time for himself. If he could not connect to Hengyang for ten days, he would go back to Changsha to start farming and rest, waiting for the imperial army to come.

"My personality is destined to be impossible for the two armies to hedge against each other. After all, I only advance if the enemy retreats. I still implement this guerrilla warfare policy well." Song Beiyun yawned: "The lives of more than 100,000 people are in my hands. The fortune teller didn't tell me that one general succeeded and ten thousand bones were undone."

Miaoyan held her knees and stared at the fish float. She actually wanted to go home. After all, the military camp was a place for men, and she was inconvenient. The conditions were also very poor. Song Beiyun came to fish and wanted to make some fresh fish for her to make soup. She ate the salted fish and bacon and some hard cakes every day, and no one felt very comfortable in her stomach.

"It's not that important. You are not reborn as I am Guan Yunchang, you are reborn as I am a mangy dog." Miaoyan muttered: "Who can expect a mangy dog ​​to be excited?"

"I'll be angry if you do this. At that time, I'll sell you back to the brothel and force you to pick up 700 guests every day."

"Then you can't see the sun tomorrow morning."

Xiaoyu was fishing quietly beside him. He actually didn't quite understand why the two people around him had a good relationship, but they were so murderous. Of course, Lord Song would not do that, and Miss Miaoyan would not do that. Since no one can do it, why do you still say it?

This numerous confusing behavior made Xiaoyu very puzzled, but it was difficult to ask, so he could only choose to temporarily close the six consciousnesses when they were saying strange things.

"But I'm very curious, why do you have to retreat if you can't conquer Hengyang in ten days?"

Song Beiyun smiled and said, "Let me kiss you, I'll tell you."

Miaoyan sighed and put his face over. Song Beiyun kissed him without hesitation, and then said, "There are military tactics, and the war is also a trick. The smallest loss is exchanged for the greatest result of the battle. This is what a commander needs to consider. When the enemy is large and we are small, the most taboo thing is passionate. When the enemy is small and we are small, the most taboo thing is underestimation of the enemy."

Song Beiyun raised his hand and pointed at Hengyang City not far from the foot of the mountain: "Look at the location of Hengyang City, you always hear TV dramas saying that it is easy to defend but difficult to attack, which is a typical case of easy to defend but difficult to attack. Moreover, it is surrounded by water on three sides, and our group of mobs only have infantrymen. If the upstream supports it from the waterway, or directly consolidates the army from Yongzhou to fight upwards, how can we resist? Under this terrain, there are no barriers or passes, so how can this mob use to resist the double-sided attack?"

Miaoyan thought about it carefully and it seemed that this was true. There was a rebellion in the upstream area, and the best way to support the downstream was to go through the water route. The Song Beiyun team, which did not have any heavy equipment, could not stop others from water route reinforcements.

Then, whether it is water or land, Song Beiyun's army will be bound to be beaten here. Judging from the current organizational level of this army, it is only a matter of time before failure.

"So I roughly calculated the fastest time for reinforcements from the upstream, which is about fifteen days. Fifteen days by water and twenty days by land. Then we will use fifteen days to plan. Regardless of whether Hengyang City is defeated or not, we will go back to Changsha, fight northward to join Dingguo Gong, forming a convergence, and then turn around and attack Hengyang with absolute superior forces for a second time. At that time, there will be siege equipment and various long-range weapons, which will be much easier to fight."

"The first time I saw a time traveler using this mindset to fight. Shouldn't the time traveler raise his command knife and shout 'Cabin company, charge' in a war?" Miaoyan laughed and said, "How could you be so careful."

"Hi..." Xiao Song shook his head and said, "Who's life is not life? If we carry howitzers with us, what else can we do about the city wall?"

A good-looking woman is hard to cook without rice. No one knows how helpless this is. He even thought about making hot air balloons and going to the top of Hengyang City to throw explosives, but reality quickly slapped him, and the material technology could not solve it...

The lightest material now is silk, but silk is light and practical and extensive. However, one fatal disadvantage is that it is insufficient mechanical strength. Whether it is exposed to the sun or high temperature, it will quickly deform the silk, so it is absolutely a mystery whether it can fall down after making hot air balloons.

If animal skin is used, it will not be able to fly at all because it is too heavy. But even if these materials are solved, if non-fossil fuel is used when rising, it is destined to be shot by people if the balloon does not fly high. If it does not fly high, it will be shot as a target. So what exactly does the hot air balloon do? Is it a gift to a person?

The best way to other ways is of course to use cannons, but it is not enough to attack the city without conscience. One is that the range is short, the other is used in smoothbore design or non-sealed fixed loading, so the initial speed is slow, maybe the head is correct, it is no problem to use it to cut the front row of the cavalry, and it is used to attack the city... Song Beiyun wanted to laugh after seeing it himself.

Of course, the reinstallation version of this thing has been designed. The reinstallation evolution of the unconscience cannon will definitely evolve into a mortar cannon, which is the exclusive smoothbore siege weapon. But now it is still in the design drawings, and if it is cast now, it will have to improve the steel technology first, and it is probably too late to go in time.

So how could this nail become a big trouble for Song Beiyun in a very short period of time? He was ordered in the face of danger, not prepared, and there was not so much equipment to choose from.

If Hengyang takes over, the entire Xiangxi is in control. Hengyang cannot take over, and there is no better way to go back and defend Changsha.

"This prince is probably also a master who is a great military force. What's going on with the old Zhao family?" Song Beiyun rubbed his face and said to Miaoyan helplessly: "Look at his regional distribution, this man is determined to gain a foothold in Guangxi and Yunnan, and then gradually erode Song's territory. In two months, Jiangnan may be uneasy. If time has been enough, I'm probably sent to Jiangnan to quell the rebellion again."

"It's you again?"

"Well." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "First of all, there is experience. The rebellion of the White Lotus Sect is different from a mutiny. It is the straw troop among the straw troop. The Imperial City Division is enough. And in the world, who has the richest experience in fighting with the White Lotus Sect, there is no one else except me. Secondly, there are probably some people in Nanjing who don't want me to go back early because their funeral has not been completed yet, and Yan Shu probably hasn't completely eaten the Imperial City Division at that time."

"Aren't you afraid of Yan Shuyin you?"

"He is a typical smart man, and his intelligence is more intelligent than us in a sense." Song Beiyun pulled the fishing rod and hung it on the bait and threw it again: "There is a characteristic of working with smart people. After you know what he wants, you can completely put your back to him. This thing is like cheating. Why do you know that the less you read, the more you cheat?"

"Hmm? There is still this statement?"

"It's almost that."

"Then I don't know." Miaoyan shook his head gently: "You tell me and listen."

Song Beiyun smiled and said, "Because smart people who read a lot of books will never be caught stealing fish, hahahaha..."

These words made Xiaoyu, who had been stealing the stolen masters, laugh, and Miaoyan rolled her eyes even more.

But how to say it, although it is a clever joke, the underlying logic is fine. Yan Shu knew clearly what he wanted. He was a child prodigy. He was born in a big family and had a rich family. He had no shortage of praise, money and privileges since he was a child.

Such people usually go to two extremes. One is the young master of the Wang family who is so extravagant and desperate to kill him. The other is the famous master of Hai Qingheyan.

Yan Shu was obviously the one who belonged to the latter category. Although he and Song Beiyun were also fighting all the way, from another perspective, it was his recognition of Song Beiyun's own ability.

If he is convinced, he is born with no idea how to write about obedience, but if he is talking about hindrance, he will not. Because there are few people in the world who can eat a full meal to do something to kill for a bite of pig food.

The fame and fortune of the mortal world is a pig food for Song Beiyun, and is not the same for Yan Shu. He was the smartest person in the Song Dynasty at this stage, and he still dominated the list for decades to come. In normal history, Yan Shu was just a job as the prime minister, and his daily hobbies were to flirt with girls, drink, show off his wealth, and be lazy and debauchery. His life was filled with the word "slut" and he opened up the cultural peak of the Song Dynasty with his own strength.

Such people are from the gods, but it is precisely because he is not bumpy enough and has a smooth life, so his reputation is much worse than his disciples.

And is this really the case? Song Beiyun doesn't know, but from now on, it is difficult for the indigenous people to produce someone who can surpass that guy at this stage.

So Xiao Song was not afraid of Yan Shu hiding it behind his back, otherwise the Yan Shu Literature Award would be gone and cancelled!

"Strange, are the fish today so smart?" Song Beiyun lifted the pole for the third time and found that the bait was gone again: "It's so deadly."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head and found that there were more than a dozen big and small fish. The largest one could be two or three pounds, and the smallest one could be as long as a slap.

"Oh? Why do you have so many fish?"

"Mr. Song... I saw a fish biting the hook just now. You just kept talking and didn't lift the rod. I couldn't remind you..." Xiaoyu said with a laugh and cry: "But it's okay, I'll just catch more."

"That's OK..." Song Beiyun turned his head and looked at Miaoyan: "Where did you say just now?"

"It's said it's deadly."

"The previous sentence..."

"Cancel the Yan Shu Literature Award."

"Yes, yes." Song Beiyun nodded repeatedly and said, "Yan Shu and I were wearing a pair of pants, but in other people's eyes, he was Zhao Xiang's son-in-law and a minister of the future court. He was young and promising and talented. But this is not what others want. You gave me a golden house and a silver house. They turned around and ran away after the shit. You were wronged but they said this is not the life I want, you have no way to do it at all. People... You can't explain this thing clearly. This person himself is an idealist thing, even if you believe in materialism anymore."

Miaoyan nodded gently: "You liberal arts students are really interesting."

"Brother! Who are you scolding? Tell me clearly, I am also from science and engineering."

"Then you have to go to the Ministry of Works firmly in the future, right?"

"My little baby asked me to farm, so I will farm. Anyway, I really don't lead troops to fight and don't like intrigue. Farming is the best for me."

Xiaoyu was stunned when he heard this. He couldn't fight Song Beiyun and Yan Tongxuan, what are the problems of these two people?

Especially Lord Song, he said that he did not like intrigue, but the major events that happened in the capital over the past few days even changed the direction of the court. Although there was no name from Song Beiyun every time, he had the shadow of Song Beiyun every time. This is called not being intrigue. Later, he said that he could not fight, and entered Nanchang alone, 30,000 elite troops seized Changsha, and 100,000 troops suppressed Hengyang. He fought against moves along the way, but never lost, and his momentum was like the strong wind swept away the fallen leaves.

This...is called not fighting?

So Xiaoyu was very confused. He was really confused by Song Beiyun. Because he didn't know what kind of people were called intrigue and what kind of generals were called marching and war according to Song Gou's standards.

If he can't count...

Although Xiaoyu is an eunuch, he was carefully trained by Lao Wang. He has been in and out of the temple since he was a child and has been observing military affairs.

Among the historical memorials, those who claim to be famous generals are not stronger than Song Beiyun. From the perspective of Xiaoyu, those people are even worse than the lazy and greedy Lord Song in front of him.

How strict is he asking for himself?

Xiaoyu thought... If he could have one tenth of him, he would probably have become a very powerful person, not his little follower. Moreover, since he followed Lord Song, he has been able to take things that he has learned from there back to the palace. Even Wang Daban praised him for his rapid progress and extraordinary talent.

But only Xiaoyu knew that he had just made some fur from the insidious and cunning Song Beiyun in front of him.

"Ah... by the way." Song Beiyun slapped his forehead and said to Mian Yan: "Last night, I improved the compound bow and compound crossbow, let's take a look. This is really something that can be modified after understanding their way of exerting weapons and using habits in the barracks."

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Chapter completed!