Chapter 810

People admire strength, so of course they will join the winner's team. "How does Father want to fight?"

"I have consulted with my staff and generals; it's not that the southern rebel army hasn't lost, it's just that as soon as they are at a disadvantage, they run into the water marshes. It is accessible in all directions, and the terrain is too complicated, making it particularly difficult to pursue and suppress."

He Lingchuan summarized: "Defeating them is not difficult, rooting them out is too difficult."

For the rebel army/bandits, Longchuan is simply a blessed land. More than a hundred years ago, Yuheng City also faced this kind of difficulty.

"Yes, that's it."

He Lingchuan leaned on his chin to study the sand table: "Does the southern rebel army always shrink in Longchuan and not come out? If they are really that smart, it will be hard to handle."

"They do come out; they are marching north, as if they want to retrace Hong Xiangqian's old path and go down the river to Woling Pass!" Woling Pass was once a military stronghold, but it eventually collapsed under the offensive of Hong Xiangqian's uprising army. Although Woling Pass was recaptured by two great generals, Ke Jihai and Wu Di, at the last moment, it was not repaired very carefully afterwards.

He Lingchuan had walked it himself and had a deep impression.

Can it withstand another enemy attack? Anyway, he is not very optimistic.

If Woling Pass falls again, Shi Huan City and the Yuan capital will have to face a huge threat again. Whether there will be such good luck this time, it is hard to say.

He Lingchuan shook his head: "This rebel army is not very smart either, otherwise they should stick to Longchuan and focus on the word 'consume.' Great Yuan cannot afford to consume now; the southern rebel army and the Grand Marshal in the northwest can make it bleed endlessly, and dragging it out will collapse it. Now abandoning their greatest advantage to go north is unwise."

He Chunhua hummed: "If they don't go north, how can they bewitch so many followers?"

The uprising army also has to rely on selling dreams to grow the team, which is truly ridiculous!

But if they have been shrinking in Longchuan, where does the food and drink for an army of tens of thousands come from?

This kind of uprising army focuses on fighting to support fighting, attacking and looting territory, and slaughtering the rich to support themselves and grow the team.

Many people join just to eat a full meal. If they dare to stay put, they will fall into a dilemma.

He Lingchuan wondered: "Is there no food production in Longchuan now?"

In the Panlong era, Longchuan was a land of fish and rice with beautiful water and soil, with dozens of villages and hundreds of strongholds. Like the headquarters of the Qianjin Stronghold, it was the scale of a small city.

Relying on Longchuan's own products, the water bandits roamed back and forth, going out to loot and retreating to guard their homes, living a very comfortable life, and their arrogance was also very rampant.

In an era when the south of Xiji was generally poor, Longchuan seemed to be another world with its own system.

"There is some, not much," He Chunhua had also studied the current situation of Longchuan, "Hong Xiangqian rebelled a few years ago and took away too many young and strong people from here, leaving only women, children, and the elderly, and the grass in the fields is taller than people. Even if these rebel armies shrink in Longchuan, if they plant food now, there will be no harvest for half a year."

"And the rain floods have been very punctual for the past ten years, with heavy rain every year. The water level in Longchuan has risen, the area of the lakes has expanded, and I heard that several large lakes have expanded to two or three times their original size, so there is not that much arable land."

He Lingchuan was truly envious.

If the Yuheng City of that year faced this situation in Longchuan, would they still need to break their heads to suppress the bandits?

"What kind of person is the leader of this team?"

"He was originally the County Assistant of Yu County, receiving the Wang Ting's salary!" He Chunhua pressed his forehead, "This rebel is really thorough in his rebellion!"

The leader of the uprising army turned out to be an official? Quite idealistic! He Lingchuan asked: "What about his knowledge and cultivation, how does he compare to Hong Xiangqian?"

"How can they be mentioned in the same breath?" He Chunhua sneered, "If he had Hong Xiangqian's level, Great Yuan would be in danger!"

Hong Xiangqian's uprising lasted for more than two years before and after. At that time, the Grand Marshal had not rebelled yet, and the Yuan Nation was panting to deal with them, having lost many battles.

If it weren't for the war dragging down the national treasury for those two years, how could the Yuan Nation have fallen to its current state? "If so, they won't be Father's opponent after leaving Longchuan," He Lingchuan pointed to the west of Longchuan, "Luring them far away from Longchuan, and then dividing troops to cut off their retreat, wouldn't that be easy? Father, you have another advantage now."

"Oh?" He Chunhua liked the word "advantage" very much, "What is it?"

"Didn't the government army lose several times before? The rebel army has won consecutive victories and should be particularly arrogant now," fighting is like this, the losers are dejected, and the winners are complacent, "They are arrogant and conceited, and may not put you in their eyes. Taking advantage of the fact that they don't know that General Changning and the Marquis of Wu Wei are leading the army south in person, you hit them with a thunderbolt, and perhaps you can destroy their main force."

He Chunhua nodded: "I thought so too."

He Lingchuan laughed: "You've already figured it out, what else do you need me to suggest?"

He Chunhua's gaze at him was a bit complicated: "Chuan'er, what do you think of the current situation in the country?"

The topic suddenly jumped, and He Lingchuan was startled: "Father, this question is too big, right?"

"Not big," He Chunhua shook his head, "But imminent."

"No opinion," this time He Lingchuan told the truth. He didn't care much about where the Yuan Nation would go in the future. He was originally a lonely ghost who replaced the original body, neither born here nor raised here, so how could he have any real feelings for the Yuan Nation? He felt he had done his best to pull several million taels of loans from Rongshan, "I just hope the war ends soon—hmm, it doesn't matter who does it."

He Chunhua's gaze condensed slightly: "Anyone is fine?"

He Lingchuan stretched: "Of course. As long as the civil war can be ended, the common people can suffer less. Whoever gives them a good life, they will naturally support whoever."

He knew very well what Father wanted to hear.

He Chunhua was silent for a long time: "Your idea is very dangerous."

"What does it matter to talk about it?" He Lingchuan didn't care, "Anyway, the person who can end the civil strife and return the Yuan Nation to a clear and peaceful world is not me."

He Chunhua laughed and pointed to the sand table: "Come, continue to talk about how to fight."

"What else is there to say?" He Lingchuan said without thinking, "Father wants a quick victory, so you must lure the main force of the rebel army out of their lair and achieve success in one battle; if you let them escape back, then you can only change to a steady and solid tactic of slowly advancing towards Longchuan, and it won't be finished in a year or a half."

"The Yuan Nation looks weak, but it should be no problem to hold on for another year or a half," after all, hadn't it held on like this for the past few years? "It's just that you are too passive, Father."

The Yuan Wang Ting had high hopes for He Chunhua. If he also fought a long-term tug-of-war with the southern rebel army, his ability would be questioned and his prestige would be hit.

He Chunhua has ambitions and plans for the future, so he cannot accept this situation.

(End of chapter)