The wind and snow that covered the sky came earlier than in previous years.
The closer we got to the border of the Great Wall, the stronger the wind and snow became. The snow and ice, like ice particles, came overwhelmingly, making people unable to open their eyes and hitting their faces, causing bursts of pain.
In the wind and snow, a team moved forward with difficulty. The cavalry were lucky enough to bend down on their horses and use their backs to block the ice and snow. Those who had to carry their own heavy equipment were also responsible for driving the carts and dragging the army's baggage.
The infantrymen, on the other hand, have one foot deep and one foot shallow.
During the march, despite being intimidated by the commander's prestige and strict military discipline, no one among the tens of thousands of people dared to complain, but the filthy words of mother and father, cursing God, were always on their lips.
"Damn it, where should I study? Your father and I are all frozen!"
"This damn evil day, Grandpa's birds are shrinking!"
"It doesn't rain in the spring and there's no wind in the summer. But in the winter, you get up and it snows to death!"
The curses of the soldiers did not change the weather. In the howling cold wind, the fluttering battle flag of the Ming Dynasty was also covered with frost.
Lan Yu moved forward slowly on the horse, the frost on her cheeks blended with the iron helmet, and her beard and eyebrows hung straight, like an iceman.
He looked back at the team, then turned to Fu Rang beside him and said, "Damn it, this can't work, it's so slow, how long will it take to get there? When we get there, Zhu Laosi may not even be able to hold on.
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In the whole world, apart from the old man, the only person in the world who dares to call King Yan Zhu Laosi and does not shy away from others is probably the one in front of me.
However, it is not surprising at all. When the general was fighting in Mobei, he dared to speak arrogantly to his generals with an imperial edict.
"We will fight the battle. Your Majesty knows the ball in the Jinluan Palace. Listen to me!"
So at this moment, hearing Lan Yu being so rude, Fu Rang said without changing his expression, "Shuai Lan, there's nothing we can do about it. We really can't get up in such a heavy snowstorm!"
Lan Yu looked at him, frowned and said, "You're too calm-tempered, you can't just say that there's nothing you can do about the war. If you can't do it, you have to find a way!" Then he added, "You're not young anymore. In the future,
After your father retires, you will go to the army to lead troops. It is a good thing to be reliable when serving as a servant for His Highness, but it will not work if leading troops to fight is too safe!"
When the other party mentioned his father, Fu Rang looked a little worried.
In recent years, his father, Duke Ying, Fu Youde, has been stationed in Korea. The servants there sent a message saying that the old man's health is not very good. It is said that a few days ago, he was so sick that he couldn't even get on the horse. Now he has overtaken one hundred thousand Tatars.
I don't know what happened to my father's health during the great war that his son came to invade.
Seeing that Fu Rang's face was not good, Lan Yu thought he was thinking about something else and continued, "That's you. For your father's sake, I have to say a few words. Others want to hear, but I am too lazy to say anything!"
"That's what Lan Shuai taught you!" Fu Rang said quickly, "I just thought of my father, and it was a bit sentimental!"
Lan Yu sighed slightly, "A general will inevitably die in battle, why are you sentimental? He died on the bed, in a woman's bed, what kind of general is that?"
At this moment, in the wind and snow, both men and horses were cavalry covered in frost, riding over.
"Come on Lan Shuai!" One of them opened his mouth, and snowflakes fell down his beard. "Brothers are ahead, and we met a spy from King Yan who came to report!"
Suddenly, Lan Yu's expression changed.
He said urgently, "Quickly, bring it!" Then he gritted his teeth and said, "That's stupid!"
Fu Rang looked at his expression and said, "Shuai Lan, why are you here?"
"Although Zhu Laosi has not been a good person since he was a child, that kid is still good at fighting and has an arrogant temperament. If it were not for a military crisis, he would not be able to stand it and would definitely not send out detective horses!"
Just as he was talking, several embarrassed cavalrymen rolled over and rushed over.
"In front is Lan Shuai, and we are the thousand-year-old King of Yan."
"Say it!" Lan Yu said impatiently, "How long has it been? You're still a thousand years old!"
The spy said breathlessly, "The Tatar army of 120,000 people, including the Uliangha Tribe and the Tartar Tribe, all came out in full force and besieged our Qiantai family at the other end of Huangyugou. The Tatars formed a fan, with the left
Formation in front, they occupy the high ground of Mao'er Mountain on the right, they are all cavalry!"
In an instant, Lan Yu frowned deeply and her eyes became ferocious.
"What kind of battle is this?" Lan Yu growled, "If you can't beat him, he won't run away? Why are you surrounding him? It's okay if you surround him. The high ground on the side is occupied by his own cavalry.
What? I remember that he was Mr. Zhu in the past."
"Ahem!" Fu Rang reminded quickly.
"I remember that before King Yan, he often recruited cavalry. Why? Where are his horses? Are they lost? Where are his cavalry? Are they urinating on the kang?"
The spy who reported the news blushed, lowered his head and said, "Most of our cavalry brothers were killed in the battle, and the rest were all injured!" As he said that, he suddenly raised his head and said loudly, "Brothers were defeated twice.
But I didn't give in. They all died in the battle, and they were all well done!" Then, looking directly at Lan Yu, "My dear brother died in front of the Tartar king's tent!"
Lan Yu looked at the other party and spoke slowly, "I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing!" After saying that, he cursed again, "The more you live, the more you go back. Such a good Erlang of Yan Fan actually lost the battle!"
Suddenly, the spy who reported the news knelt down directly in the snow and shouted loudly, "Shuai Lan, please hurry up. My Chitose family and the Erlangs have been surrounded by the Tatars for many days, and they attacked fiercely every day. The brothers suffered heavy casualties, and they held on.
We won't live long. There is no shortage of food in the camp, but there is no firewood at all. Many wounded brothers did not die on the battlefield, but froze to death!"
You cannot fight without water in summer, and you cannot fight without fire in winter.
Everyone else understands this truth, Lan Yu, but he has other considerations.
"You have 40,000 people. As for the Tatars, I heard it was 120,000. You have no cavalry and you have cut off the road for the baggage. If the Tatars really try their best, don't say that King Yan will just come as a god."
I can't stand it anymore!" Lan Yu said thoughtfully, "It seems like the Tatars want more than just eating you!"
"Surround the area for reinforcements!" Fu Rang also frowned, "The Tatars are waiting for reinforcements from King Yan, waiting for us!"
"Ha!" Lan Yu grinned, "You want to ambush me, those who can kill you with a thousand swords? Tartars are really like dogs. They just put down their paws and forget about them. Whenever I come, I don't beat them!"
Then he asked the spy, "Mao'er Mountain has been occupied. How many enemies are there?"
"I don't know what the bid is for!" the spy said with shame, "Originally, there were ten of us in the team, but under the Tatars' pursuit, there were only three of us left!"
"Who is the commander-in-chief of the other side?" Lan Yu asked again.
The spy lowered his head and said nothing, his head almost buried in his crotch in shame.
"I don't know if I ask three questions!" Unexpectedly, Lan Yu laughed.
After waiting for a while, he turned around and said to the generals around him, "Mao'er Mountain is the only high ground on the Huangyugou side. In this weather, if you want the cavalry to charge, you have to occupy that place. And if you stand high, you can see
Far away, where we can have a clear view of the battlefield and advance and retreat freely!"
Fu Rang and others nodded. They had been exposed to this tactic since childhood, so they naturally knew it.
But knowing is one thing, and how to do it is another.
Nowadays, Mao'er Mountain is occupied by countless Tatars. How can we get it back? Mao'er Mountain is only more than a hundred miles away from here. By the time the army passes, the Tatar spies will have discovered it long ago.
If it snows, it's fine. The Tatar cavalry can't charge and can only take precautions. But if it doesn't snow, the Tatars charge condescendingly and their own team doesn't even have a rest, so how can they resist?
Lan Yu looked at everyone and suddenly cursed, "Who is leading the Beijing camp now?"
"It used to be Li Jinglong, the Duke of Cao, and now it's Chang Sheng, the founding Duke!" someone nearby said.
"Fuck, how the hell did he lead his troops? He brought a bunch of raw melons and eggs!" Lan Yu was dissatisfied and suddenly turned around and shouted, "Let Da Lao Hei, Xu Stupid Donkey, Go to Death Niu and the others come to see me!"
What he called were his old troops in the army. These people themselves were veteran generals in the army, and they happened to be in the army during this expedition.
After the voice fell, someone came to deliver the message.
After Fu Rang thought for a moment, he said worriedly, "Shuai Lan, are you going to fight?"
This chapter has been completed!