NFBE Chapter 410 Waste Ding Wen!
Chapter 410 Waste Ding Wen!
Time flies by like a white horse.
Half a month passed by in the blink of an eye.
In half a month, under Ye Chen's careful planning, the children from poor families embarked on the journey of educating the people, and the soldiers also actively engaged in training and arming the people.
In addition, Lin Ziyun also established an intelligence organization with the help of Murong Yan, which was like a pair of sharp eyes, always keeping an eye on the specific situation of the armed civilians.
Every day, intelligence poured into the palace like water, allowing Lin Ziyun to have a clear understanding of the situation.
However, as he learned more about the situation, he was surprised to find that the land owned by those powerful landlords accounted for as much as 70% to 80% of the land in many rural towns.
But surprisingly, Lin Ziyun's move of arming the people did not pose a threat to these landlords and wealthy families, and the tunnels he dug became a shelter for everyone, and he actually received the support of many landlords and wealthy families.
Thanks to everyone's support, the tunnel was dug very quickly.
As for the court, Ye Chen has not attended court for the past half month.
However, although Yang Dechang repeatedly used the incident of Taiyuan bandits as an excuse to try to slander Di Gui when he was discussing matters in the court, the court was no longer a place where he had the final say.
Even if Ye Chen did not show up, it would be difficult for Yang Dechang to achieve his goal in his own way.
He once had everything he wanted, but now he is restricted in every way.
That was quite uncomfortable.
Outside the capital.
The place where the 50,000-strong army led by Ding Wen was stationed.
The tents are connected together, like a city made of steel.
Flags fluttered and rustled, and the camp was surrounded by sentries and guards.
As you enter the military camp, you can hear the sound of orderly footsteps and the collision of weapons.
The war horses of more than 20,000 cavalrymen neighed from time to time.
In the general's tent, Ding Wen, who commanded such a large army, had a gloomy face, a furrowed brow, and was full of distress.
The people he sent out to play the role of Taiyuan bandits have suffered repeated setbacks recently.
At this moment, there was a map spread out on the table in front of him, with various villages and towns marked on it, most of which had been visited by the people he sent.
It seems to cover a wide area, almost covering the entire Gyeonggi region.
But at this moment, it could not bring any comfort to Ding Wen.
On the contrary, Ding Wen frowned, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to engrave his inner entanglement.
He really couldn't understand why those people who could have been easily slaughtered by him were now so unpredictable.
Looking back, those people were like lambs to be slaughtered in front of his iron cavalry, with no power to resist.
But now, every time he took action, the people seemed to disappear on the vast earth, leaving him with no way to start.
The fierce resistance in some places also caught him off guard.
He could not understand how these people could have such courage and strength to fight against his cavalry.
He could feel that there seemed to be an invisible hand controlling the people, allowing them to repeatedly avoid the attacks of the light cavalry, and then launch sneak attacks and ambushes, causing certain losses to his army each time.
A little adds up to a lot!
But when Ding Wen sent troops to retaliate, he couldn't find anyone.
"These common people were originally just leeks that I could easily harvest. Why have they become so difficult to deal with now?"
Ding Wen muttered to himself, his heart full of doubts.
He could not understand why those people who were once weak and vulnerable had now been transformed and were causing his army to suffer repeated setbacks.
He originally thought that Ye Chen's decision to arm the civilians was simply out of madness and a stupid one.
In his opinion, the people were just a mob, how could they possibly compete with the regular army?
However, the current situation forced him to re-examine his judgment.
Ding Wen realized that Ye Chen's move was not a momentary impulse, but a far-reaching plan.
Although the common people's fighting ability is not good, they are very good at sneak attacks.
He knew that he had to come up with a plan as soon as possible, otherwise the situation would become increasingly unfavorable to him.
Inside the general's tent, Bingzhou Governor Sima De stepped forward, saluted Ding Wen, and said solemnly, "General, the army has suffered heavy losses recently, especially those Tatar cavalry."
"The other cavalry are easy to deal with, but those Tatars are very complaining now. If we can't come up with a solution, it will be extremely difficult to get them to attack. If we're not careful, they might run away."
After hearing what Sima De said, Ding Wen frowned even more.
These Tatars he invited were not his subordinates. Every time they attacked, they would not only fail to gain any advantage, but would also be shot by hidden arrows and ambushed. No one could stand it.
If this continues, the Tatars may just retreat.
A hint of annoyance flashed in Ding Wen's eyes.
He closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath.
After a moment, he opened his eyes, his eyes full of helplessness.
He looked at Sima De and said in a low voice: "The situation is like this, I am helpless."
"The little emperor is really difficult to deal with."
"But we can't continue like this. After all, Bingzhou's grain reserves are low. Prime Minister Yang no longer has control over the Ministry of War and will not allocate more grain to us."
"But if we retreat like this, Prime Minister Yang will definitely not be able to stop the little emperor."
"If Prime Minister Yang is finished, then we are finished too!"
"Not to mention, the old patriarch is still in the hands of that little emperor!"
Ding Wen clenched his fists tightly, walked slowly to the table and sat down.
He supported his forehead with his hand and fell into deep thought.
After thinking for a long time, he finally raised his head with a helpless look in his eyes.
"It seems that the only thing I can do is write to Prime Minister Yang and see if he has any solution."
There was a hint of fatigue in Ding Wen's voice.
He wrote a letter in which he described his current predicament in detail.
After writing the letter, he gave it to a confidant and asked him to deliver it to the capital as soon as possible.
Now, he can only rely on Yang Dechang.
In the capital city.
In the prime minister's house.
Yang Dechang sat upright in his study, holding a piece of paper with the three big words "News" written on it, and looked at the contents with a focused expression.
He was dressed in a dark robe, his hair was combed meticulously, and his eyes were deep, as if he saw through everything.
His face was calm, like a pool of deep water, making it difficult to fathom his thoughts.
At this time, the housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion walked in quietly and said respectfully, "Master, there is a letter from outside the city."
As he said this, he handed the letter to Yang Dechang.
Yang Dechang took the letter and frowned slightly.
He first put down the newspaper in his hand, then slowly opened the letter and read it carefully.
As he read deeper, his expression grew darker, and a hint of barely perceptible anger flashed in his eyes.
After reading the letter, Yang Dechang put the letter and the newspaper on the table, then narrowed his eyes.
He tapped his fingers on the table, lost in thought.
The butler stood quietly by, not daring to make a sound.
After a moment, Yang Dechang opened his eyes, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
He raised his head slightly, looked at the housekeeper, and said in a low voice: "This Ding Wen is really becoming more and more useless."
"He is no match for the little emperor."
"He's just a piece of trash!"