Soldiers Card System

Write a poem to retreat?

Su Lu glanced at the paperwork sent by Tang Jun, and threw it aside.

How could it be possible that people with normal minds would not believe that Tang Jun would propose such an agreement.

Peace can be achieved by writing poems. The Tang Junbai who was attacking the city died, the Xuanjia Army who was on the battlefield died, and the Tang Junbai of Erdaogang Camp was arrested.

Zhou Yuan next to him glanced at Tang Jun's booklet and asked curiously: "Supervisor, what conditions did Tang Jun propose?"

"Writing a poem, just negotiate with us."

Zhou Yuanao said, and there is no more information. How could it be possible that a fool would believe such a negotiated condition? It must be Tang Jun who fooled us.

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

Zhou Yuan looked at Su Lu and reported.

The only grain and straw was taken by the superintendent himself and went to the Tang Jun Erdaogang camp to **** it. Neither An Dong nor Xiting could send the grain and straw. Zhou Yuan felt that he had a heavy responsibility, and he couldn't hold his head up.

Su Lu put down the book in his hand when he heard the words, frowning slightly, "Can it last five days?"

"Then you can't spend any more time with Tang Jun. Send the order and let the Scout Lieutenant come to see him. It has been five days, and the task I gave him should be completed."

Before long, Lao He was called in, and Wang Si and Li Kun also came in.

"Lao He, how is it, have you inquired about Tang Jun's food path and the baggage clearly?"

Lao He looked tired. These days, he took his brothers from the scout camp to attack, and finally figured out Tang Jun's food way.

Pulling open the defense map, Lao He pointed to the map and said, "Please look at the superintendent. This is the Tang army camp. This is the Xunyang River. Go ashore at Yilong Daying and walk by land to Shangshan Daying."

Wang Si broomed his brow and raised his eyebrows: "Mother, Xie Ruyu has taken care of his food. We have no chance to start at all."

Li Kun hugged his arms, his cheeks were full of doubts: "We are fighting Tang Jun these days, Tang Jun must be exhausted, not as good as..."

"Report, Tang Jun, General Wei Hu, beg to see you."

A messenger came in and said.

Su Lu froze for a moment, Wei Huqi begged to see him, Han and Tang dynasties, why is this grandson here?

Does Tang Jun really want to make peace?

Su Lu glanced at the letter paper on the ground, and he couldn't believe it. It was too trivial to negotiate a poem.

"Call in."

Su Lu ordered.

When Wei Huo entered the Shangshan county office, it was already noon, and the head army was clearing the pots and pans, and the smell of the food in the yard had not yet dissipated.

As soon as he walked through the corridor and entered the courtyard, Wei Huo saw the Shangshan County Government Hall with a wide open red wood carved door. A team of guards with bright armors stood guard outside the door, standing or sitting inside the gate. A few general captains in scarlet and green robes.

Entering the lobby, Wei Xiu put a fist in his chest and saluted: "Wei Xiu has seen the superintendent."

Su Lu nodded and motioned to the guard to take a seat.

"General Wei is not resting in his own camp. Why do you come to Shangshan?"

Wei Xiu smiled: "It's not that I have been fighting for so many days. My family thinks that it is not easy for our sergeants to have a good life. They want to negotiate with the superintendent. I wrote a letter earlier and the superintendent didn't reply, so he sent me over again. "

Zhou Yuan next to him said, "Do you really want to negotiate a peace?"

Zhou Yuan was surprised that all the brushes in his hand fell, and the military booklet that had just been transcribed was smeared with black stains.

I have only heard of cessation of land, compensation for compensation, and pro-personal negotiations, and annual tribute negotiations.

Writing a poem to discuss peace is really the first time I have heard of it.

Wei Huo sat upright, his tone firm: "Of course it was a real negotiation. Is this still false?"

"My superintendent only needs to write a poem to you, can he negotiate a peace?"

Zhou Yuan's surprised eyes were about to fall off. This **** thing really opened his eyes.

Wei Xiu nodded heavily: "Yes, you can make peace by writing a poem."

Speaking of this, Wei Xiu's face suddenly changed, and he said with a flattering smile: "One song is no good, you have to write a few more copies, otherwise the centimeters in the court will be uneven, and there will be more twists and turns in this matter."

Wang Si opened his mouth wide next to him: "You Tang Jun, but so many people have died, and the bodies are almost full of the roots of the city wall, just forget it?"

Wei Huo gave Wang Si angrily, "What can I do, continue to fight with you?"

Wang Si waved his hands again and again: "I didn't mean that, but your negotiation conditions are a bit playful, just like his mother's play."

Weibeard's face became darker: "I won't talk about this. If you have any conditions, you can mention it. If you succeed or fail, I will go and pass it."

Su Lu waved his hand to the mud to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and said casually: "I will write a poem. If Xie Ruyu really wants to make a peace, then make a peace."

A poem is completed in one go.

Su Lu also didn't want to fight. The Han army had no food. It was shameful to talk about it. Xiting was still in his own control, and Ma Cheng sent a petition to finish the business and dreamed.

Wei Huo jumped up and picked up the piece of rice paper, and looked at Su Lu flatly: "Supervisor, write one more copy. Just write one more copy."

Su Lu wrote another one casually.

Wei Huo put away the rice paper: "I have to write one, Supervisor, this time there is a royal family in the army, and he is everywhere in the army. If he can't get the authenticity, this thing will definitely not be possible."

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

Wei Xiu closed it up when he saw it, and dried the ink on it. He tucked away the three sheets of rice paper and walked out.

"Supervisor, wait and listen, our Tang army will begin to withdraw today."

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

Li Kun looked at Wei Xiu's back, with a look of surprise: "Second brother, you really wrote, this must be the real thing that Wei Xiu lied to you, it won't happen."

Su Lu said indifferently: "If Tang Jun really gets lost, it will be done."

Wang Si touched his head: "If it is really done, my Wang Si's head must be made of elm bumps. This **** thing is too foolish."

Su Lu looked at Wei Xiu's back, but thought of a possibility.

Tang Jun just lost to the head of the Qin army, the Sanchong Duhu Mansion and Shangshan Duhu Mansion must have insufficient reserves of grain, grass, and materials. If it happened that Tang had a war in the south with the Southern Chu, or if there was another dispute with the Eastern Qi, the central government would be unable to support it. Three border wars.

It is still possible to find an excuse to negotiate a peace.

Gao Lan's own crazy temperament, it is not impossible to use a poem as a condition for negotiation.

Weibeard was riding on the horse, holding the three original scrolls in his hand, looking sadly.

Which one should I keep?

Mr. Xie explained that a new poem is the bottom line, and it is best to write an authentic one. The more the better.

"These two copies are mine."

Wei Xiu put the two authentic copies in a slippery way. One was placed in his pocket next to the hidden saddle, one was placed next to his body, and the other was held in both hands.

"My lord, Master Xie and General Gao have come to welcome you in person."

The guard reminded Wei Xiu.

Weibeard's face was full of smiles, his legs were clamped into the belly of the horse, and he walked out.