The journey of the only child of a peasant family to take the imperial examination

With the grain sent by Zhang Ping'an and Lao Tu, the current food crisis has been greatly alleviated.

After Zhou Ziming's injury improved, he began to frequently call his subordinates to discuss matters.

In any case, there has to be an explanation for this matter.

The best way is to make up for the mistakes, otherwise, the worst outcome is a change of commander at the front line, and Zhou Ziming returns to Lin'an to report on his work!

The latter is naturally a result that no one on the front line wants to see.

So, after some discussion, everyone decided to take advantage of the situation to counterattack and take back the food.

As for the current food and grass, it is enough to support us for eight to ten days, which is enough for a quick victory.

Someone analyzed, "Luoshan is easy to defend but difficult to attack. If we attack head-on, I'm afraid they'll hold their ground. Plus, they've learned to use rolling logs, thunderstones, and kerosene for defense, which is disadvantageous to us. In my opinion, it's best to lure the enemy in deep and then shut them in! A quick victory!"

Zhou Ziming, who was sitting at the head of the table, nodded and tapped the table before pondering, "This plan is feasible, but it's easier said than done. We still need to think about the specific details."

After saying that, he looked at the others and asked, "Does anyone else have any different opinions?"

General Kou thought for a moment, clasped his fists, and added, "Sir, I think a night attack is best. Most Tatars suffer from night blindness, so a night attack would be to our advantage!"

"Well, that makes sense," Zhou Ziming nodded in agreement.

After the general strategy for attacking the enemy was decided, the subordinates began to express their opinions one after another and add details.

The discussion continued until dark.

Zhou Ziming concluded by saying, "Everyone, you've worked hard today. Now that the tactics have been decided, everyone should go back and rest. We'll set out soon. This time, I'll personally lead the charge!"

General Kou was surprised at first, then stood up to stop him, saying, "Sir, you absolutely cannot do that! You're still ill and haven't recovered yet. If you catch a cold again, or something happens to you, what will happen? This army can't do without you!"

Others also tried to persuade him.

Zhou Ziming raised his head to stop everyone from talking, and said in a deep voice: "No need to say more, I have made up my mind!"

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"As the head coach, it would be unacceptable for me not to play this time. You are all my trusted confidants who I promoted. I feel at ease with you around. Please remember to keep this matter confidential. Success or failure depends on this!" Zhou Ziming continued, and then he stood up and left decisively.

After a moment, a few light coughs were heard from not far away.

After hearing this, General Kou's brows were almost wrinkled like caterpillars. He was extremely anxious and said to the deputy general next to him: "What should we do? I'm afraid the commander's body can't handle it."

The deputy general was also anxious. He scratched his hair into a mess and pounded the table. "How the hell should I know what to do? You know our commander's temper. Once he makes a decision, no one can change it!"

Everyone was talking about it for a while and no one was in a hurry to leave.

But as the deputy general said, Zhou Ziming always keeps his word, and there is nothing we can do about it.

After a while, they could only sigh and disperse.

Among them, a sturdy man in the uniform of a fourth-rank general also sighed. When he lowered his head, his eyes flashed inadvertently without being noticed by others.

I couldn't help but squeeze the big hand that was placed on my knee.

He let go after a while.

As preparations for war were in full swing, the allocation of food, fodder and weapons could not be concealed from the people in the city.

Zhang Ping'an also sensed it and asked General Kou, "Are we going to the battle?"

General Kou had been very busy these past two days. When Zhang Pingan stopped him, he adjusted his hat and replied, "Yeah, that's right. We're going to fight the Tatars. We can't just let the stolen food and supplies go!"

"Are you going too?" Zhang Pingan asked, "Who will defend the city then?"

"I'm sorry, this is a military secret and I can't tell you. You will know it when the time comes," replied General Kou.

"I'm sorry, I was offended. I shouldn't have asked like that," Zhang Pingan understood and apologized quickly.

"Well, you are not from the military, so naturally you are not used to this. I am not on guard against you, these are the rules," General Kou didn't care.

After saying that, he looked at the sky and said quickly, "I won't talk to you anymore. I still have things to do. Let's talk in a few days!"

Zhang Pingan knew that Zhou Ziming was strict with his subordinates, so he waved his hand and said with a smile, "Then I won't bother you anymore. Go and get busy!"

Looking at General Kou's back as he ran away, Zhang Ping'an's eyes twitched. He always felt that this battle was unusual.

But it’s not a good idea to ask any further.

The city was busy and tense for several days.

Zhou Ziming set out with his men on the evening of three days later.

The cavalry, infantry and chariots leaving the city should have caused a lot of noise, but Zhang Pingan and others didn't notice anything until the next morning.

The sky was overcast.

Old Baldy was worried while eating breakfast, and so was Zhang Ping'an.

Luoshan is about half a day's journey from Huaiyang Pass. If Zhou Ziming and his men traveled day and night, they should have reached Luoshan by now.

In addition to Zhang Ping'an, Captain Chen and others who had delivered food earlier were also uneasy.

Everyone secretly prayed that everything would go smoothly in this battle, otherwise Huaiyang Pass would be in danger!

At noon, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds and it started to rain heavily soon.

In less than two hours, the moat had risen by almost three inches.

The old bald man paced back and forth in the room, looking out the window from time to time, and the few hairs on his head were almost pulled out.

Zhang Ping'an sat at the table without moving, just looking out the window into the distance.

Towards evening, people in the city suddenly heard a loud rumbling noise.

At first I thought it was thunder, but when I listened again it didn’t sound like thunder!