Da Tang: Father, can I resign?

Chapter 136 Pingzhou, a round of powerful music sounded
"Military right of way? What is that?"

Yelu Diela drunkenly picked up the letter sent by the Red Turban Army and looked at it left and right.

I always feel that each word is very familiar, but I don’t recognize it when they are put together.

His tribe was located between Pingzhou and Yingzhou, and lived a life half civilian and half bandit.

Before that, he had driven away the bandits who broke into this place and completely occupied this Feng Shui treasure land.

Come to think of it, the group of bandits who fled with their tails between their legs seemed to call themselves the "Red Scarf Army"...

"Great Khan, those Han people probably want their army to pass through our territory..."

"Damn it, do you think I don't understand?"

Yelu Diela slapped his man hard, making the talkative young man see stars.

"Damn it, those Han people really don't take me, Yelu, seriously!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he kicked the guy over, causing his head to bleed.

"Damn it, damn it! How dare the Han people use their stinky hooves to defile the sacred land of my ancestors! I am so polite to them!"

Yelu Diela felt that he could not live on this land and could leave it uncultivated every year and move his entire tribe to Yingzhou next door.

But others are not allowed to get involved, not even touch it.

Especially the Han people. He has long been dissatisfied with those outsiders who only know how to dig for food in the fields. He believes that they should all go back to the south of Yanshan Mountain.

In fact, Liaodong is not like the Greater Khingan Range in the north. The climate there is quite acceptable and people can settle down there without having to live a life of displacement and moving about with the water and grass.

But Yelu Diela's tribe was a little special. They traveled back and forth between the two places every year, not based on the climate.

But it’s the depth of the leader’s own pockets.

Whenever he had money, he would go to Yingzhou and enjoy the unfettered policy. He was the biggest in the tribe, so he could do whatever he wanted.

After spending all his money on eating, drinking, having sex and gambling, he returned to Pingzhou in a daze, exploiting the tribal people and robbing traveling merchants. After saving enough money, he returned to Yingzhou to live a carefree life.

It's so comfortable to have the best of both worlds.

However, the bureaucracy in Pingzhou was weak and government orders could not go beyond the county, so they could only allow this group of tribes to wreak havoc.

Over time, his tribe gathered the Hu people from both places and had grown to a considerable size.

Yelu Diela was drinking alcohol and looking down at the mountain with a sense of accomplishment.

His tribe was in its heyday, the men on horseback were mighty and majestic, the tents were connected in a row, and the farmers under his rule were working hard in the severe cold to save up copper coins for his enjoyment next month.

As for the group of red-turbaned bandits who requested for "military passage"?
Just a defeated general.

Do you still dare to provoke me?
Yelu Diela took a big gulp of wine, and under the influence of alcohol, he tied the letter from the Red Turban bandits to an arrow and shot it towards the enemy's territory.

"That group of Han people just happened to come to my doorstep. I'll kill them all and all the land and money will belong to me. Hahahaha!"

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"Wuwuwu, Master Ming, I was wrong. I was blind to Yanshan. I will never stand in your way again..."

Yelu Diela was beaten to his knees and shed tears of regret.

The next moment after he shot the arrow into the mountain, a group of big men in red turbans suddenly rushed out of the mountain, howling and pressing him and his tribe to the ground.

fleeting.

I'm so stupid, really.

If I had known this, I should have let this little devil go to Yingzhou...

Li Ming didn't even glance at him, and was carefully instructing Chang Sun Yan:
"Once we enter Yingzhou, I won't be able to accompany you.

"Take my handwritten letter and go to Liucheng to find Commander Zhang Jian. Tell him the whole story of Pingzhou and show him our sincere love for the Tang Dynasty. Ask him to write a letter to Chang'an as soon as possible."

Zhang Jian is a relative by marriage, and Changsun Yan is also a relative by marriage. The two sides must have a lot in common.

Chang Sunyan nodded solemnly:

"You will not disgrace your command."

After several months of training, he has grown rapidly, transforming from a nobleman into a reliable deputy.

"Be careful along the way."

"With the righteous army guarding me, who in the world can touch me?"

Chang Sun Yan laughed heartily with his head raised, bowed to Li Ming, then mounted his horse and galloped eastward, lightly crossing the border of Yingzhou.

"Wait for my good news!"

Is there any problem with Zhang Jian... Li Ming muttered as he looked at Changsun Yan's elegant back.

He left Wei Daijia and two children to look after the house, and personally led the Red Turban Army. With the assistance of Hou Junji and Xue Wanche, he killed all those who stood in his way.

With sparks and lightning all the way, they chopped their way from Wuli Township to the border of Yingzhou, clearing a bloody path for Changsun Yanqing.

In fact, he wanted to lead the well-trained bandits himself, march directly to Liucheng, hold an armed parade in front of the gate of Yingzhou Governor's Mansion, and explain the pros and cons to Zhang Jian in person.

After Hou Junji's persuasion, he gave up this way of debuting with the aura of a big villain.

"Ah?!" Yelu Diela knelt on the ground at Li Ming's feet, staring at the scene in amazement.

"This Han kid destroyed my tribe, really just to deliver a letter?!"

He suddenly understood the philosophy of more than a thousand years later:
What does it have to do with you if I destroy you?

"The letter has been sent. Next..."

Li Ming casually glanced at the ant he had accidentally stepped on to death on the road.

The leader was wearing a thick mink coat with a silk lining underneath, and he looked hollow and frail.

The people, thinly dressed and skinny, looked at this ridiculously strong Han child in horror.

One Yelu was enough for them, and now here comes a more ruthless one...

"Master Ming, I respect you as the Great Khan! Whenever you encounter any enemies in the future, my tribe will be your vanguard!" Yelu Diela kowtowed.

Li Ming didn't respond and asked casually:
"Where do you live?"

Yelu thought Li Ming wanted to drink a cup with him... No, to drink blood wine to form an alliance, and pointed to the mountain happily:

"That courtyard is my home!"

Oh, the common people are like primitive people, but you are quite assimilated to the Han culture... Li Ming pointed at the courtyard to the Red Scarf Army soldiers:
"I copied it."

As expected, in this tribe full of fishing and hunting, a large number of land deeds and IOUs were found in the chief's house, piled up into a small mountain.

"All the land belongs to you, you are a loan shark, you give out three times and return thirteen times... Oh, you are quite Chinese."

Li Ming took a casual glance, then picked up a torch and, in front of the surprised gazes of all the tribesmen, burned the land deed and the loan agreement.

The flames flickered, illuminating the faces of all the people until the pieces of paper burned to ashes.

There were violent waves of emotion on their faces, which were originally filled with fear and numbness.

They thought this Han Chinese little devil was going to smash their dog heads.

Unexpectedly, what was smashed was the shackles around their necks...

They didn't blink, their eyes following the child surrounded by the Red Turban Army.

"You are free." Li Ming announced calmly:

“The conditions are poor, so we held a grievance meeting here.

"You can tell me and everyone how this so-called 'Khan' abused you before. You can cry if you want and curse if you want.

"After venting, you can start a new life with vigor and vitality."

Free... The Hu people savored the word with surprise and suspicion, and glanced at Yelu Khan subconsciously.

Yelu felt that he still had some power left, so he bared his teeth at his compatriots and threatened them with his mouth.

There was silence.

After a long time, an old woman plucked up her courage, pointed at Yelu and spoke her mind:

"He insulted my daughter!"

One has two.

The tribesmen stood up one after another and denounced Yelu's various perverse actions.

Soon the entire tribe was filled with tears, pouring out their years of suffering.

Yelu Diela had completely lost his previous arrogance and looked as panic-stricken as a dog that had lost its home.

In this way, a large Hu tribe, including its land and people, was taken into Li Ming's pocket and came under the rule of Chinese civilization for the first time.

"Commander, we found countless gold and silver items in the enemy chief's house, as well as a set of gongs and drums and several musicians." The soldier reported the results of the battle.

Li Ming didn't even look at the piles of gold, silver and treasures. He pointed at the tribesmen who were cheering and jumping for joy:
"They are theirs, give them back to them."

"You really have a way!" Hou Junji couldn't help but exclaim.

A set of smooth combos, even able to subdue the barbarians? !

If he knew this trick, why did he attack Gaochang last year?
Just a few words were enough to make the Gaochang people surrender.

"It depends on the situation. If the leader is a little more humane, psychological tactics won't work.

"So Murong Yan is good, but the good thing is that he is bad."

Li Ming spoke about dialectics objectively.

"Hmm, I see." Hou Junji didn't understand and turned his attention to his men. After passing through the Yelu tribe almost without any injuries, these soldiers sat together and discussed something enthusiastically.

"What are they discussing?" Hou Junji asked Li Ming in a low voice.

"After the battle, the soldiers and officers discuss and reflect on the experience and shortcomings of the previous battle." Li Ming explained.

"Oh?"

Hou Junji thinks this system is very... "creative," he said with high emotional intelligence.

What kind of experience can be summarized by a group of illiterate soldiers who can't even form a formation? If it were in the past, he would definitely say this.

After personally commanding the new recruits trained by Li Ming and experiencing the pleasure of using them as if they were his own arms, Lao Hou couldn't help but ask:

“What lessons can you draw?”

He didn't even want to call the fight just now a fight.

The Hu people fell down before the Red Turban Army could even use any force.

This can also be used to summarize the lack of experience, but it is a bit like making a fuss.

"General, the battle just now did expose some serious problems." A soldier immediately stood up and reported very seriously.

Hou Junji raised his eyebrows curiously:

"Oh? Tell me."

The soldier said seriously:

"During the battle in the dense forest just now, the command flags were often blocked, resulting in the lower levels not being able to receive orders from their superiors.

"This problem is not obvious when the enemy is weak. But if we had encountered a strong enemy just now, I'm afraid it would have led to disastrous consequences."

Hou Junji was stunned when he heard this:
"You have such knowledge. Have you ever been a captain? Or..."

"Just an ordinary soldier." The soldier scratched his head embarrassedly.

Li Ming came up with a smile:
"What do you think? Don't look down on the wisdom of the grassroots soldiers. Fighting is a job that affects their lives. Listen to their opinions more. In fact, they are all smart."

"Indeed..." Hou Junji seemed to be still immersed in shock, stroking his beard for a long time.

This soldier really asked the key question.

The real battlefield is very chaotic. When both sides are fighting each other, it is difficult to convey orders.

If the flags and beacon smoke are blocked again, it means the line is disconnected, and the superiors cannot command, so they can only let the troops fight on their own...

"If I can't see, I can at least hear it, right?" Li Ming said, crossing his arms.

This gave Hou Junji an inspiration: "Beat the drum to advance, sound the gong to retreat, this is a practice that has been used since ancient times..."

"What if drums and music were used to convey not only marching and retreating, but also complex instructions such as charging, pausing, and changing formations?" Li Ming further elaborated:
"Let's form a marching band."

Hou Junji looked up and thought:

"Using sound to assist flags in conveying orders can indeed make command more efficient on a chaotic battlefield. But this requires long-term and rigorous training, otherwise it will only exacerbate the chaos of command..."

"We have to give it a try first. Isn't this ready-made?"

Li Ming greeted the musicians kept by Yelu Khan.

"Can you play any musical instrument or sing?"

"No problem!" Because they had just been allocated land, the musicians were all very enthusiastic and performed a piece for the two leaders on the spot.

"Yeah, it sounds pretty good." Li Ming nodded with satisfaction:

"But we need to change to the music of our Tang Dynasty."

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a few days later.

Zhang Jian put down the letter in his hand and looked at the child in front of him, still a little bit unbelievable:

“What you mean is that His Highness Li Ming was framed by the traitor Murong Yan and was forced to go up the mountain and organize the people to fight against the traitors.

"Now, please write a letter to the court to defend Your Highness and clarify any possible misunderstandings of the court?"

Chang Sunyan nodded calmly:

"That's right. Your Highness, everything you do is for the Tang Dynasty, but the situation is urgent, so it's inevitable that some things that are not in line with the procedures are taken.

"Now, Your Highness has finally opened up the post road to Yingzhou. Please send me to deliver a letter immediately to express your intentions to Your Majesty and the court."

"Hiss..." Zhang Jian looked suspiciously at the little adult in front of him with dark skin and calm expression.

In my impression, the children of the Changsun family seem to be just embroidered pillows with golden and jade appearance...

Chang Sunyan naturally saw the other party's doubts and responded calmly:
"If Commander Zhang wants to verify this, please do so. However, time is tight. If this causes unpredictable changes in the court..."

"I will write a letter to Chang'an immediately!" Zhang Jian wiped his sweat and added:
"The Yingzhou army will enter Pingzhou to help Your Highness quell the rebellion."

Chang Sun Yanli replied:
"There is no need to trouble the governor with such a trivial matter as suppressing the rebellion. Your Highness will soon completely wipe out Murong Yan's forces."

It’s almost written on your face that “Don’t come to pick peaches”.

Zhang Jian's eyes were filled with more doubts:
"Don't you... know?"

Chang Sunyan was stunned: "Don't know what?"

"Don't you realize that you are not facing a mediocre servant, but a regular Goguryeo army wearing Tang armor?"

"I didn't notice. It was the same beating anyway."

"..."

Zhang Jian was completely numb.

Although he was right next door and had received a handwritten letter, he suddenly felt that the situation in Pingzhou seemed even more confusing.

Your Highness Li Ming, what on earth did you do in Pingzhou...

"Is there a problem?" Chang Sun Yan reminded him when he found that the governor was suddenly silent.

Zhang Jian hesitated for a while and said:

"I'm afraid that I can't fulfill your wish.

"Because the Yingzhou army has just set out to Pingzhou under the order of Your Majesty."

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"What is Chang'an doing? One moment they ask us to keep our troops in Yingzhou, and the next moment they ask us to march into Pingzhou..."

Zhang Jian's deputy general, Yingzhou guerrilla general Xue Rengui, led Yingzhou's elite troops westward to support Pingzhou, complaining all the way.

Not only were Chang'an's instructions inconsistent, but even the strategic goals were extremely twisted:

Let their Yingzhou army expel the foreign enemy Goguryeo that invaded Pingzhou.

As for the "internal enemy" the Red Turban bandits, the imperial edict only allowed the Yingzhou army to defend and counterattack. If the Red Turban bandits did not cause trouble, the Yingzhou army was not allowed to cause trouble either.

Alas, being forced to coexist peacefully with the bandits... Xue Rengui felt a sense of humiliation as if he had been forced into prostitution and that he himself had become unclean.

He had also heard some rumors that His Highness Li Ming, whom he looked down upon and who only relied on the favors of his father, was the current leader of the Red Turban Bandits.

This imperial edict from the court confirmed this speculation.

In order to protect a prince who was doing mischief, His Majesty actually let the bandits go. Alas... Xue Rengui was furious and his prejudice against His Highness Li Ming deepened.

If he knew that the emperor's imperial edict ordering them to withdraw their troops to Yingzhou to assist in the defense was on the way, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.

The long distance, vague intelligence, and outrageous time difference can make any wise and powerful emperor look like a fool.

When the army reached the border between the two states, the scouts reported back one after another.

The Pingzhou border is calm and peaceful, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, as if they are not troubled by internal or external troubles at all.

"Where are the Goguryeo people? Where are they hiding?"

Xue Rengui muttered to himself and suddenly discovered something unusual.

There were a few fewer scouts sent out.

It was scoping in the north direction.

Xue Rengui looked toward the towering mountains in the north and the sea in the south, and began to feel a bad premonition.

The current shape of his troops is like a long snake with its vulnerable belly exposed to the north...

"All troops stop!" He ordered decisively:

"Set up camp on the spot and build..."

Before he finished speaking, shouts of killing were heard from the north.

It was the main force of Goguryeo, rushing madly towards the weak flank of the Yingzhou army like an arrow!
"Oh no, we're ambushed!"

Xue Rengui felt a bitter taste in his mouth and realized that he had fallen into a trap.

The Yingzhou army was in marching formation with its flanks open.

If we are cut off in the middle, we will be attacked from both sides, with no support from the front and back...

at this time.

There was suddenly movement in the western Pingzhou area.

A round of powerful music sounded, and it seemed to be a very familiar song.

(End of this chapter)