After I was reborn, I was scumbag

The army trekked all the way and finally arrived at Jiayuguan within the expected time limit.

The sergeants guarding the pass had already received the order, and when they saw the beam flag flying in the mighty army, they immediately joined forces to open the gate of the pass.

Shaoguan raised his eyes and saw the majestic and majestic city wall with a height of more than three feet, entrenched in the mountains, with extraordinary momentum.

The general guarding the pass is named Yao Feng, who has been guarding the border pass for more than ten years, and was once the former subordinate of Lord Pingxi.

Shao Guan stepped forward quickly and helped the veteran who was kneeling on the ground to salute: "General Yao is exempt from the ceremony, and the war is urgent, so there is no need to stick to such empty etiquette."

"Thank you, Your Highness, Prince Murong."

Yao Feng is half a hundred years old, his temples are gray, and his silver threads are fluttering in the bitter wind and sand in the frontier fortress.His dry and thin face has become dark and rough under the perennial wind and sun, but his eyes are piercing, energetic and vigorous.

"The veteran has not been back to Chang'an for more than ten years. In the blink of an eye, the son is about to reach the age of the crown."

Murong Xing leaned over and returned a half salute: "My father often mentions the general at home. After we wipe out the Song bandits this time, we will definitely be able to return to Chang'an to celebrate."

While Yao Feng arranged for the subordinate generals to go to the battalions, he led Shao Guan and Murong Xing towards the northwest side.

"Yesterday, the Wei army failed to attack the city for half a day, and there has been no movement until today. The food and grass in the city are enough for a hundred thousand troops for half a month. I wonder when the food and grass in the rear will be delivered?"

In order to strengthen the defense on the outside of the city walls on the south and north sides of Jiayuguan, low earth walls parallel to the city walls were built to form Luocheng.

A few people got on the horses and went to the top of the city along the wide sloping horse road on the north side. The continuous mountains below the city and the vast sky almost formed one piece, with whistling wind and sand in between.

A few days ago, Shao Guan sent someone to urge the food delivery team, and immediately replied: "It will arrive in about five days. General Yao doesn't have to worry about the food and grass."

There was no sign of Wei Bing in the distance, but the soldiers standing on the city wall did not relax at all, their halberds reflected the thin sunlight, killing neatly and chillingly.

Compared with the pampered defenders in Chang'an City, the difference can be seen at a glance.

"General Yao, do you know how many soldiers are left in the city?" Murong Xing asked in a low voice after looking down at the somewhat damaged armor stained with blood stains on the walls of the soldiers.

When Yao Feng heard the words, a trace of sadness flashed across his cloudy eyes: "There were originally [-] defenders in Jiayuguan, but now more than half of them have been killed or injured. Counting the wounded soldiers, the number is less than [-]."

"It's better to let the new soldiers replace their posts immediately. The soldiers who guard the pass have fought bloody battles for more than a month, so they should also refresh themselves." Shao Guan thought for a while and suggested.

"What Your Highness said is very true. The veterans are only afraid of a surprise attack by Wei soldiers, and the new soldiers are not familiar with the terrain..."

"Then replace half of the positions and let the sergeants guarding the pass lead the rest of the soldiers to set up defenses in various places in the pass. In this way, the defense of the city will be rotated. If there is a war, it will also reduce some losses. What does the general think?"

"The old minister will go to each battalion to make arrangements. The banquet for His Royal Highness and the prince to cleanse the dust has already been arranged in the camp of the Chinese army, but it's just a simple meal. I hope His Highness can't blame it."

"General Lao is here."

After a simple welcome banquet, Murong Xing and several generals immediately rushed to each barracks to familiarize themselves with the situation, and discussed with Yao Feng the strategy of sticking to the city and waiting for an opportunity to wipe out the enemy.

Shao Guan stayed in the camp, took pen and ink to write a memorial, rubbed it with red paint and handed it to the guards.

"Order someone to send this letter to Chang'an quickly and present it to the emperor."

"promise."

Dong Jiu saw the faint tired look on His Royal Highness's brows, made a cup of tea and handed it over: "Your Highness often reads newspapers until late at night these days, if this continues, how can your body bear it?"

His Highness is just supervising the army, as long as he supervises the generals in the army, as for how to conduct the battle and what strategies to use, these are the things that the leading generals should worry about.

Shao Guan took the white porcelain cup and took a sip of the tea, moistening his slightly chapped lips.

"It's just that I went to bed late and was a little sleepy. How can you not be concerned about important military affairs? Dongjiu, go to the wounded barracks alone, and just stay in the tent."

Shao Guan got out of the tent, asked the patrolling soldiers outside, took two personal guards, and walked towards the wounded barracks.

From a distance, one could smell the faint smell of blood and herbs floating in the air. The sweetness and bitterness intertwined together stimulated the hearts of the soldiers passing by.

"This...Your Highness, your status is precious, and this place is bloody, so it's better not to set foot here?" The two guards who followed hesitated and persuaded in a low voice.

As the distance got closer and closer, soldiers with broken arms and legs could be seen clearly in the simple camp, one by one lying on the ground covered with white cloth and burlap, howling in pain.

The blood from the wound was either bright red or dark, which was shocking to watch.

"Don't talk nonsense." Shao Guan frowned and reprimanded, and stepped into the bloody tent without hesitation.

The young man was only wearing a plain uniform at this time, and he was not wearing any accessories and armor that symbolized the status of the royal family. Naturally, the doctors and wounded soldiers who came and went couldn't tell his identity.

"Doctor, his hand has a deep knife wound, why did he just bandage it without the golden sore medicine?"

Shao Guan watched a doctor hastily wiped away the blood from the soldier's wound, and took out a coarse cloth to bind it without using any powder, so he couldn't help asking softly.

The doctor only thought he was a small commander who came to inspect, and replied without turning his head: "Nowadays, there is a shortage of wound medicine in the army, and the golden sore medicine is given to generals or seriously injured soldiers. How can there be golden sore medicine for such a knife wound?" Can it work?"

Shao Guan was slightly taken aback, and his voice sank a little: "Is this always the case in the army, or is it because of the shortage of medicines after the war with the Wei army this time..."

The doctor finished bandaging the wound neatly, then turned to another soldier with a broken leg, and replied flatly.

"I'm afraid you have just been transferred to Jiayuguan not long ago? I have been in the army for decades. Whenever there is a war, there must be a shortage of medicines. It is the same after so many battles."

"Since there is not enough medicine, why not report it?"

"I have reported it, and medicines have been delivered every time, but the wounded soldiers are tens of thousands at every turn, so how can there be enough?"

A faint shadow fell on the young man's brows, and his dark peach blossom eyes looked worried. He thanked the doctor, and he had just seen about half of the wounded soldiers, when he suddenly heard the muffled sound of war drums outside, followed by several sharp trombone sounds .

"Wei soldiers are coming to attack, take the guy, hurry up!"

Almost as soon as the sound sounded, the soldiers who were slightly injured in the battalion immediately got up, picked up their long halberds and swords, and ran towards the outside of the battalion, no matter whether they were still bandaging or not.

Shao Guan realized that it was Wei soldiers who had started to attack the city, and quickly dragged a ten-year-old boy away.

"The reinforcements from the rear have arrived, so why are the wounded still fighting?"

The teenage boy's face was still immature, but he shook off his hand in a hurry: "General Yao's military order, once the Wei soldiers come to attack, all soldiers who can stand up must go to the front line—the third trumpet is sounded, I'm going over there!"