MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 87

In the cold autumn sky, the new wind blew the flags on the tents fluttering, and the whole city was filled with gray-brown smoke clouds. It was the city leaders who were burning the corpses.

It seems that he has made up his mind.

Lin Bozhou said: "Call the generals of the five armies to discuss matters in the tent of the Chinese army, and the others will go back to rest."

The others refer to Meng Huan.

Meng Huan nodded his chin, did not refute, and returned to the courtyard of the government office.

A dark lamp was lit, and the light shone on the spread out map, the yellowed scrolls illuminated the edges, and the boiling sound of Meng Huan's heart gradually calmed down.

The guesses in my mind became clearer and clearer.

He has been with the army for more than a month, and gradually he seems to understand something.

Jinzhou is as solid as gold, and defending Jinzhou will never lead to defeat, but the enemy may shift their attack route and attack the capital from a side road—and the side road is Dazong's deathbed.

This Achilles' heel cannot be blocked, once Master Zhu Li realized it, Da Zong would be doomed. Lin Bozhou could only do his best, before Zhu Lizhen withdrew, to advance the time to defeat the troops head-on. So he left Jinzhou, found a city with enough terrain to restrain the cavalry, and designed to lure the enemy into the battle, but he was stabbed in the back by his own people, and the plan was in chaos, and the halberd fell into the sand.

When he was defeated, he was alone and helpless. Although he had a heart, he was full of stumbling blocks, which made him bleed.

"..."

Meng Huan took a deep breath, picked up the invisible charcoal pencil, and lightly sketched on the map.

Although he couldn't remember what was in the original book, he learned a lot from listening to Zhu Dong's talk along the way.

When fighting with the army, the reasons for the defeat include food, equipment, strategy, formation, terrain, etc. If a problem occurs in one link, it may cause a chain reaction and lead to a disastrous ending.

If someone wants to harm Lin Bozhou, he only needs to tamper with any of these links, and this already difficult battle will become even more difficult.

Meng Huan looked at the small map in his hand.

As a fool who wears books, what he can control is really limited.

The dark forest ahead is full of wolves, tigers and leopards, but Lin Bozhou still has to face all of this alone, and there is only a little reliable support he can give him.

Meng Huan was a little depressed.

But when he thinks about it again, if he only helps and reduces some burdens for him, he has already done a good job!

—Even if he didn't do it very well, it was the best Meng Huan could do.

After thinking about it, Meng Huan put away the map and lay down on the bed, the quilt was cool and soft.

Lin Bozhou hasn't come back from the discussion yet, he is too busy as a general, maybe he won't come back until midnight, but Meng Huan finally got a good night's sleep.

Meng Huan guessed right.

Two days later, the camp of the Chinese army was full of quarrels, and they finally settled on the city that would lure Master Zhu Li to attack, Jizhou.

Jizhou's terrain is steep, with many narrow valleys, mixed with rivers and green vegetation, which can easily burden the horses' hooves, prevent the horses from running fast, and lose the oppressive natural advantage of cavalry.

As for how to lure real Zhuli to attack Jizhou, there is a generous item—

—The head of An Hang.

The sky vaguely looked like it was going to snow, Meng Huan carried the burden on his back, held the horse tightly, and supported the horse's stiff head to turn over and climb up.

"Oh." Meng Huan took a breath, "This horse is so tall."

Behind him, Zhu Dong also got on his horse with difficulty: "Let's go, good brother, we two are galloping outside the customs, and our life of wandering around the world has begun again."

Meng Huan looked back at him, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, bright eyes, white teeth, rosy cheeks, white ears and neck, he really deserves to be a refreshing, clean and unparalleled handsome young man.

He lowered his head and collected his things.

"As for me," Zhu Dong said lazily, "I originally wanted to be a counselor by the prince's side, but now I'm reduced to your servant. It's really a trick of luck. It's not hard work, life is hard."

Meng Huan snorted, thinking that your good days are still to come.

After this battle was over, he went back to show his credit to his husband, and Zhu Dong directly transformed into a master.

But Meng Huan didn't want to reveal too much, he said lightly: "Don't worry, follow me, I guarantee you will prosper in the future."

Zhu Dong cupped his hands: "Okay, brother."

After a while, a voice came from the front: "Noisy."

A lonely sentence broke up the lively atmosphere of going out.

Meng Huan shut up and looked at Li Fulang who was sitting in front.

He thought Li Fulang's bad face was arrogance.

It was later discovered that Li Fulang simply looked down on people like him who had never read a book.

Meng Huan: TvT

It hurts, it hurts too much.

However, knowing that he didn't like him, Meng Huan didn't want to waver in front of him, so he straightened the horse's reins.

Their trip was to check the terrain in Jizhou, which was decided by Lin Bozhou. They were also accompanied by people from the Ministry of War, who wanted to inquire about the terrain around Jizhou.

Jizhou is located along the Great Wall, but it is only a very small city. Outside the city, there have been signs of real Zhuli's activities. With the establishment of the state, some idle tribes tried to harass the city. Now, the city is withered. The people have all moved away, leaving some poor people with nowhere to escape.

When they rushed to the bottom of the city tower, it was raining heavily, and they called for the door tiredly. The guard thought it was Zhu Lizhen who had sneaked in, and refused to open the door for a long time.

The torrential rain was pouring down his hair, and his clothes were heavily stuck to his flesh. Zhu Dong angrily slammed on the gate of the city: "After driving such a long way, I'm going to starve to death. Open the door quickly! We are the people sent by the prince from Jinzhou. Official documents are here! If you don’t open the door again, you will miss the prince’s business, and ten heads can’t afford it!”

The gate of the city finally opened, and a timid official walked out. It was the guard of the city. His surname was Sun, and he was a little old with aging features.

Sun Shoubei welcomed the group to the government office, and ordered them to serve wine and food: "I'm sorry, everyone, the real Zhu Li has been harassing me all the time, and I almost broke the gate of the city in the first few days. We dare not open the gate. There are still ordinary people in the city. So many lives, it is very scary."

"What are you afraid of? The lord is responsible for the accident. The lord restrained Zhu Lizhen's large number of soldiers and horses in Jinzhou. You are hiding under the lord's wings. What is there to be afraid of?" Wai Lang, a member of the military department, drank tea and scolded. , while feeling sorry for his wet official uniform.

The atmosphere is a bit stuffy.

Meng Huan wiped the sweat off his head and face with a handkerchief, and sat aside to watch the rain.

The garrison was scolded, and started the process: "Everyone, please rest, the sky will clear tomorrow, and I will take you to find your way outside the city."

Having said that, everyone had to go back to the wing to rest.

Meng Huan's clothes were soaked by the rain, and his hair was also wet. After returning to the room, he simply washed his hair, wiped it half dry with a handkerchief, let it hang loosely by his ear, and turned out the map to look at it.

…After entering the boundary of Jizhou, Meng Huan was checking carefully. The mountains along the way were not much different from the map.

He compared today's memory and drew a more detailed map. While the candle was still on, Deputy Li turned over and said, "It hurts my eyes, the light is out."

Meng Huan turned around and turned his back to him: "I want to watch for a while, Li Fulang sleeps by himself."

Li Fulang's tone was displeased: "The terrain along the way is not different from that recorded in the map, what's so interesting about it."

"..."

Meng Huan lowered his eyelids and pulled his lips irritably.

This group of people thought that the current terrain was exactly the same as the map two hundred years ago, and that Jizhou was designated as Lin Bozhou's city to lure the army this time. .

Meng Huanshe might not be ashamed to correct it, why didn't they let themselves be serious when they weren't serious?

Not wanting to talk to him, Meng Huan bit the ruler as if he was deaf, and moved his fingertips again.

Li Fulang began to toss and turn and make noises, sighing heavily from time to time, expressing his displeasure at being made by Meng Huan's lights.

After a while, Zhu Dong uttered an explosive voice: "Li Fulang, can you keep your voice down, I was woken up by you!"

Li Fulang was angry at first, but was blamed in the end, so angry that his breathing became short of breath. Zhu Dong stood up, raised his chin at Meng Huan, and smiled.

He did it on purpose.

Meng Huan quietly gave him a thumbs up.

In a blink of an eye, it was the next morning.

Meng Huan woke up early and went to the front hall, but saw that the rain was still strong and the ground was full of fallen leaves. Obviously, it rained heavily last night.

The guard was full of worry: "Everyone, why don't you wait until the rain stops before going out of the city to see the road?"

Wailang, a member of the Ministry of War, drank his tea and looked hesitant: "But if the rain keeps on falling, the military situation will be like a fire, so there will be no delay. I won't be able to return the prince."

"But the rain is heavy, and the road is difficult to pass. If you encounter Zhu Lizhen's surprise attack, the danger will be great, and your life may be in danger."

"But..." Wai Lang, a member of the Ministry of War, looked at the sky, "When will the rain stop?" No one is not afraid of Lin Bozhou, and he may have missed his order, so he had to ask, "Little Master Chen, Li Fulang, what do you two think?"

Really heavy rain.

But if the war is delayed and the tragedy repeats itself, Meng Huan will hate himself.

"Get out of the city and find your way," Meng Huan said.

Li Fulang also said: "Going out of the city. Delaying the prince's military plane is a serious crime of beheading."

Yuanwailang had no choice but to stand up: "Everyone, please."

He followed the guard out of the gate of the government office, his footsteps were laziness. Meng Huan and Zhu Dong walked slowly, and Zhu Dong whispered in his ear, "I know that this group of bureaucrats have this kind of virtue. They drink tea, read books, paint, welcome and send off every day, and don't do business. We are here, maybe we will come back with a blank paper. Hey! I just found out that we have become the confidantes of the prince! It is precisely because he is worried about them that the prince let us come together."

Meng Huan nodded at him: "Everyone says that following me has a bright future."

Zhu Dong: "Hee hee."

The torrential rain poured down at the gate of the mansion, pattering down, beating the horses tied to the gate and shaking their heads non-stop, with violent emotions, as if they didn't want to set foot on the journey in the rainy day.

The guard looked worried: "Everyone, why don't you go out after the weather clears up? In this kind of stormy weather, riding a horse on a narrow and steep stone road, if the road surface is wet and the horse's hoof falls off, it may be difficult for you to go out." People and horses fall into a deep valley, just like that!"

Everyone seemed afraid to move forward, and stood on the ground looking at each other.

Meng Huan also shrank back hesitantly.

-but.

Meng Huan raised his face, the rain dripped on his fair and handsome eyebrows, icy cold, and flowed into the crevices of his eyes.

This real touch in the wind and rain gave Meng Huan a momentary hallucination, as if seeing Lin Bozhou who was alone in the blood rain when the army was defeated.

...Unknowingly, my footsteps were so close to him.

Lin Bozhou was worried about Da Zong, and Meng Huan was worried about Lin Bozhou's life and death, and their footsteps were in a hurry.

After thinking about it, Meng Huan lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand to rein in the horse rope. With his lips pursed, he said in a businesslike manner: "You and I have time to worry about our own lives, but the soldiers in Jinzhou don't have any chance to feel sorry for themselves. The prince said this is Military planes, military planes cannot be delayed, even in rainy days.

Everyone, please? "

Several people looked at each other, their lips parted slightly, as if they didn't expect the fresh and handsome young man in front of them to say such words.

They seemed to have nothing to say.

Putting on coir raincoats, they mounted their horses one after another and spoke.

"Let's go."