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Could it be the Zhao Army's Supply Team? But they just came a few days ago to transport supplies, right? According to the schedule, they should only come once a week, so it shouldn't be time yet. Is there a major operation by the Zhao Army? Forget it! I'll just go out and see for myself! Han Yongcheng hurriedly ordered someone to bring his armor, and after putting it on, he rushed up to the city wall.
Upon reaching the city wall, he did not find any Qin Army soldiers. He had originally thought that Luzi would definitely send someone up to cause trouble. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head. He was indeed judging others by his own standards; how could they possibly engage in such underhanded tactics? Clinging to the battlements and looking down, he noticed that there were no supply carts among the Zhao Army troops that had come this time. However, there were quite a few people, at least over a thousand.
"I am Han Yongcheng, the commander of Lightwolf Fortress! Who goes there? Didn't the army's supplies just get taken away a few days ago?"
A voice called from the wall, and a military officer stepped out from the troops. "Listen up! I am Zhao Weiran, the vanguard officer of the Zhao Army! Open the city gates quickly to welcome our army into the city; I have a decree from General Lian Po here!"
This person usually spoke with a certain tone that conveyed a unique feeling. Even if he said he was very happy at that moment, others could still tell whether he was genuinely happy or actually sad. The tone of this Zhao General's speech was off, causing the defending soldiers to look at him with surprise.
Arrogance! Utter arrogance! The kind that completely disregards those on the city wall!
What makes you so special as part of the Zhao Royal Family? Our lord is also part of the Han Royal Family! In terms of status, we are equals; there is no distinction between high and low. Just listen to your tone; it's simply infuriating!
If it weren't for the general being present at that moment, someone would have surely cursed him out already. How dare he act so recklessly? We are undoubtedly part of the Qin State's military ranks!
Han Yongcheng could naturally hear the tone of the person speaking below and couldn't help but frown. In his life, he had never encountered such arrogance! Just yesterday, he had discussed future trends among nations with Luzi. Luzi had made a summary that still echoed in his ears.
The outcome of war can sometimes only temporarily determine victory or defeat; the unity of all soldiers and citizens is what truly decides who will be the ultimate victor. It could be an army's attitude, it could be the attitude of villagers, or even an individual's attitude.
It may sound profound, but it is not. The seemingly insignificant intermediate links often bring crucial turning points in the entire war situation. It could completely change a losing battle into a victorious one or pull what seemed like an imminent victory into an abyss of defeat. The saying "unity is strength" refers precisely to this.
If at first Han Yongcheng thought that Luzi's words were nonsense, now he seemed to suddenly understand. A general who excels in battle can only achieve temporary victories; what truly determines success is unity among all!
Sigh! My brother! How much wisdom do you truly possess? If I could learn it all in a lifetime, it would not be in vain! Thank goodness we are brothers! Han Yongcheng thought this and smiled knowingly.
Zhao Weiran waited for a long time without hearing a response from the city wall, and impatiently shouted, "Are you all asleep? Why won't you open the city gates?" After a long journey on horseback, he was already parched and hungry. Just as he was about to curse to vent his frustration, he noticed one of the Deputy Generals beside him giving him a look to check the City Wall.
Hadn't he just looked? There shouldn't be anything unusual, right?
After thinking this, he focused his gaze again. Upon closer inspection, he immediately noticed something was off. The guards at this moment were still wearing the uniforms of Han's troops, not Zhao's soldiers. Are they planning a rebellion? Hadn't the Military Uniforms been transferred over already? Just as he was about to curse, a sudden thought struck him. He held back his words.
He knew that the logistics for the Zhao Army were being handled by King Zhao's uncle, who was also Plain King Zhao Sheng's third brother, Zhao Kang! By lineage, Zhao Kang was actually his own Third Uncle. If it weren't for this uncle helping him out, he would still be a low-ranking officer! All things considered, Zhao Kang had done him a favor. It was precisely for this reason that he dared not speak out in anger.
To confirm his suspicions, Zhao Weiran suppressed his anger. "Above! Why are you still wearing Korean Army uniforms? Is this an intention to restore the old regime or are you planning a rebellion?!"
The two Deputy Generals beside him simultaneously rubbed their foreheads and pretended to look around casually. Whatever! Since your own Zhao Kingdom doesn't care about this matter, we outsiders might as well not treat ourselves as outsiders.
Han Yongcheng turned to look at the Soldiers on the city wall and shook his head with a bitter smile. The promised Military Uniforms had never been delivered; even the armor he wore had been hastily modified. Now wearing it felt completely out of place. Sigh! My country! What has happened to you!?
Warriors have always had fiery tempers; even scholarly generals can have their moments of true rage. One of Han Yongcheng's deputy generals had long been displeased with what was happening below and had been simmering with anger. Hearing them say there was a rebellion was one thing; accusing good people of plotting restoration was another. What's wrong with restoration!? We are not even Zhao People!
"Where did you get those Military Uniforms!? Did you give them to us!? What good does arguing with us do here!? If you have any guts, go question those responsible for logistics and see if they pocketed them!"
In fact, these matters had long been an unspoken rule within the Military and were tacitly accepted by everyone involved. In terms of military supplies, many outdated weapons that should have been replaced long ago still hadn't been changed. Even the soldiers' rations were being cut; how can people fight when they aren't even fed properly? If it were peacetime, it might be understandable due to lower activity levels. But now that they were clearly in battle, rations were still being cut! Is this just habitual?
Who exactly is this war being fought for!?
However, this thought could only be kept deep inside; even complaints were not something one dared to voice. Moreover, the quality of the Zhao Army was generally high, with more people understanding the principle of a nation being destroyed and families being ruined. Even when eating rice mixed with sand, they were still willing to brave arrows and fight to the death against the enemy. Furthermore, General Lian shared this kind of natural food with the soldiers, which helped to ease their frustrations considerably.
In the words of the Old General, eating this is beneficial for digestion!
At this moment, it was indeed satisfying to see someone step forward to directly criticize the military. This was simply the truth! How could it not make people feel relieved? Many stole glances at the ever-changing expression of General Zhao Weiran, all eager to witness the unfolding drama.
Zhao Weiran had already suspected that the weapons and equipment allocated to this Korean Army might have been embezzled by Third Uncle. Hearing that this suspicion was indeed true, he merely sighed lightly. It wasn't a big deal! At worst, they could allocate another batch in a few days.
However, knowing something and stating it out loud were two different matters. Some truths, even if you clearly understand them in your heart, cannot be laid out on the table. Seeing these surrendered soldiers behave so brazenly made him furious.
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