Chapter 509

When it was dawn and Pei Liao had transported all kinds of military supplies prepared last night to the North Vietnamese border city Sulan, Nalan night, who was in Sulan City, was already sitting in the city master's house and listening to the report of his personal guards.

Sulan, a small city on the border of North Vietnam, is similar to every border city, but it is even worse.

Dilapidated and depressed, the streets are potholes, and most of the houses on both sides are in disrepair and crumbling. Occasionally, the signboards outside several shops are broken, the tables and chairs are dirty, and there are few people inside. Under the baptism of perennial war, the people here have been completely numb. The relief food eaten by the imperial court all year round is basically only the old, weak, sick and disabled, just like walking corpses.

The children on the street are the only ones who seem to have some vitality, but with their ragged clothes, thin bones and poor eyes, when they see the soldiers of Western Chu passing by, they are a swarm of bees hiding at the corner of the street, dare not make a sound, wait until the team leaves, then carefully peek out, and then look everywhere for leftovers to eat.

The situation in Sulan is ten times worse than that in Ninghai. Ninghai is one of the Western Chu border cities temporarily rehabilitated by Peiliao and others. Compared with Ninghai, Sulan is simply synonymous with dirty and messy.

No wonder there are few soldiers in Sulan. There are 50000 guards in the air, but they are useless. When Nalan night led the troops to raid, they collapsed and retreated without much resistance. After Naran night occupied Sulan and checked the situation of the whole city, he realized why it was so easy to win the previous battle.

Originally, he came with the idea of avenging Luo qingluan and completely solving the great trouble in the Western Chu. After Nalan night understood the situation in the North Vietnamese border city, he sent someone to understand the situation in the city. The idea of hating Hanson was more cold.

In this way, North Vietnam has completely declined since the defeat five years ago, no, it should be six years ago. There is no longer the possibility of working hard and enduring humiliation to defeat the Western Chu. Although Hanson, the emperor of North Vietnam, never forgot to take revenge, even took the Korean platform seriously and punished a group of officials, he was extreme, stubborn, cold and ruthless. After being hit hard by the death of his parents, he became more and more dark.

Nalan night didn't know much about the capital of North Vietnam. Even if the spies of the dark night hall mixed in, they didn't get much news. Originally, he thought that the active attack on North Vietnam would encounter fierce resistance, so he chose the sneak attack plan at the beginning, but he didn't expect to win the first game. He became more and more determined to attack the capital of North Vietnam.

Hanson is so selfish that he doesn't care whether his subjects live or die. It seems that North Vietnam will die sooner or later. Instead of surviving and struggling, it's better to end in the Western Chu. When the territory of North Vietnam is incorporated into the territory of the Western Chu, it may be a better choice for people who only want to eat and wear warm clothes.

"Marshal, these are the materials left by the city Lord's house. They are all here before there is time to burn them." The soldiers put a batch of data in their hands in front of Nalan night, and then retreated.

According to Nalan night's prediction, he should have taken a break and continued to move forward after capturing Sulan, but he changed his original idea after seeing the situation of Sulan people.

If we can win the war with the least troops, Nalan night is naturally reluctant to let his soldiers sacrifice. He wanted to take advantage of the disadvantages of North Vietnam itself and the people like refugees in North Vietnam to make use of them and finally achieve his goal.

War is never fair, only win or lose. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. History is written by the winner. Even if a few people in North Vietnam know his mind and buckle a hypocritical and black hat to Nalan night, as long as the Western Chu can give these people in North Vietnam who are about to die a way to live, I think most people will be willing to become subjects of the Western Chu.

Backbone, dignity, loyalty and patriotism are used by some defenders who read books and stand and talk without backache to deceive the foolish people. When the people can't even eat and there are no tiles in their houses, they just want to live, because mole ants are still greedy for life.

Wang Kuidong, the original leader of Sulan City, committed suicide at the last moment when the Western Chu army attacked. For such a city official who would rather die than surrender, Nalan night admired him even if he was only a small five grade official of the enemy country, but after reading these residual materials, he knew better that Wang Kuidong didn't want to live, but he could only die!

As a city Lord on duty in the border area, the most important duty is to destroy people in the city. If Wang Kuidong dares to leave the people and run away, Han Xun, the emperor of North Vietnam, will not let him go and will be wanted all his life. Moreover, Wang Kuidong also has family members and relatives. If he dies, he can still fall into the name of loyalty and righteousness. Otherwise, I'm afraid he will be beheaded all over the door.

The heart became more and more heavy. Nalan night slowly closed the file and said, "what's the situation in the city now?"

Yuan Xing, who stood aside, immediately said, "Marshal Hui, there are 185 households in the city, less than 10% of them young and middle-aged, and many of them are ill. The rest 431 women, children, the elderly and 42 children. All soldiers have been strictly ordered not to harass the people without reason, and some seriously ill households have been given soup medicine. But Marshal..."

After roughly reporting the situation in the city, Yuan Xing tentatively asked, "we have stayed in Sulan for seven days. If we don't continue to go north, I'm afraid the North Vietnamese court will have countermeasures. If we fight again in the next war, I'm afraid our soldiers will be killed and injured more."

"Well, I have my own opinion. Don't worry."

"Also, marshal, some of the following soldiers talked yesterday, saying that some of the people in the city asked our soldiers for food. It seems that they are really starving to death. These people in North Vietnam dare to ask the enemy army for living food, which..."

At this point, Yuan Xing is also ironic.

If the king of Chu had not ordered to harass the people of North Vietnam and not to touch anything of them since he entered the city, otherwise, these unarmed enemy people would have been slaughtered by the Western Chu soldiers who occupied the whole Sulan city.

The wild fire never burns out, and the spring breeze blows again.

Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to yourself!

For the soldiers of Western Chu, North Vietnam is a dead enemy, and the people of North Vietnam are also dead enemies. If North Vietnam had not taken the initiative to provoke and tried to annex Western Chu, where would there be the shocking war six years ago that changed the fate and status of the two countries?

Originally, even if the Western Chu wanted to destroy North Vietnam, it would not be so fast, but the emperor of North Vietnam provoked three times and four times, and all kinds of conspiracies and tricks wanted to kill Naran night, the God of war of Western Chu, which is absolutely intolerable. The counterattack of the Western Chu was ahead of schedule, and it was fierce and invincible, but all the soldiers did not expect to hear such an order from the king of Chu before breaking the city.

Well, those North Vietnamese people are not threatened. Just don't move them. But only seven days after the Western Chu army entered Sulan City, the North Vietnamese people shamelessly came to them for food. The Western Chu expedition is an expedition. Food and grass are precious. They should save themselves. Where can they give more to the enemy?

Nalan was silent in the night and his face was as heavy as water.

For this situation, he considered it from the beginning, and even planned to take the initiative to show kindness under certain circumstances. But I didn't expect that before he took the initiative, the people of Sulan reached this level. If they didn't really live, where would they come to this step?

Yuan Xing's meaning, Nalan night knows, either kill all these long-standing citizens, leave thousands of people to occupy, and the remaining large forces continue to go north to attack the capital of North Vietnam; Otherwise, we should make a decision as soon as possible to directly capture these Sulan city people and completely occupy the city.

To attack or defend like this is just a waste of precious time and precious materials. Moreover, it's winter now, and the soldiers of Western Chu can't fully adapt to the climate of North Vietnam. If the weather is colder, I'm afraid most of the frostbite will appear, which is not conducive to the war.

In a hurry, Nalan night wrote a letter and sealed it with fire paint: "send the military information back to the capital immediately, 600 miles more urgent."

"Yes, marshal." Yuan Xingying said.

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By noon, it was still cloudy and cold. Finally, the snow had stopped. The sun was still chilly on me, and I couldn't feel a trace of temperature. There are more and more figures on the street, wandering in twos and threes.

Most of them are sallow faced old people and women, with panic and vigilance on their faces. Some women with vegetable baskets are hiding when they walk, for fear that they will be robbed of the things in the basket. There are a few men in shabby clothes and sad faces wandering in the streets. Originally, they could still work, but everything has changed since the Western Chu army broke through the city.

Even though no one interferes with their lives, the move of the Western Chu army stationed in Sulan city still brings a shadow to the people. No one will believe that they can survive. Now it is only temporary. It is uncertain that one day they will die under the butcher's knife of the enemy.

"Mom, I'm hungry, I want to eat..." under the eaves of a dilapidated house, a hungry skinny child shivered and pulled a woman's corner of clothes, showing a poor look.

Most of the woman's body almost blocked the door and looked around warily. Hearing the child's voice, she quickly pulled the child over, squatted down and scolded in a vicious tone: "I knew to eat. There's no food at home. Your mother hasn't eaten yet. You bastard want to eat? You can't die of hunger!"

That's what she said, but when she saw that the child was hungry and weak, she immediately pulled him into the house, squatted down, looked outside, and then whispered, "dog, don't say anything to eat outside next time, you know? Otherwise, the bad guys in Western Chu will know and rob us, and we will starve to death!"

"Wuwu... Mom, I know, but I'm hungry..." the child seemed to understand, and was about to cry.

The woman hurriedly closed the door, rushed to the window and looked out twice. Then she returned to the bedroom. She felt an oilcloth bag in the jar under the bed, opened it layer by layer with trembling hands, and found a hard and cold yellow bran cake with a palm.

She was just about to take it out. After thinking about it, she only broke half of it, wrapped the rest and hid it under the bed. Then she went out to hold the child, handed it to him and said, "OK, take it to eat, eat slowly..."

Looking at the greedy and laborious chewing of the child, she choked for a long time, and the woman's tears were about to flow down. Just as she wiped her tears, Suddenly I heard a loud voice from the street outside: "Listen, everyone, our Marshal doesn't want to involve innocent people because of the war between Western Chu and North Vietnam. Everyone's work has been cut off these days, and the grain storage has been lost. The marshal can't bear everyone to starve to death, so he specially gives porridge at the gate of the City Master's house. Those who don't have grain at home and are willing to go will queue up in front of the city master's house in half an hour, which is out of date..."

The woman was so surprised that she couldn't believe what she heard.

"Those who lined up in half an hour can get a bowl of hot rice porridge. The quantity is limited. First come, first served..." when the voice sounded again and gradually disappeared, the woman suddenly opened the door and rushed out, leaving only one sentence: "dog, you and grandma are at home. Don't run around. My mother will get the porridge back, you know?"