At night, in the loud tent.

Hong Liang walked around the camp quickly with his mouth full of tears.

Because he was eager to rush to the border, the 120,000-strong army only brought two days of rations. In other words, his army only had two days, and the first day had already passed.

If the Voss troops cannot be driven out tomorrow, they will have to march straight in. The northern part of Donglun they just occupied will fall. By then, even if they do not die on the battlefield, they will face the end of starvation.

"Come here!" Hong Liang shouted.

"General!" Ma Da, the general who had been waiting outside the tent, raised his hand to stop the soldiers delivering tea, and carried the tea tray into the tent himself.

"Why is it you?" Hong Liang was annoyed.

"General, you don't have to worry about food," Ma Da said: "Although the soldiers in front of us only have one day's rations left, we still have bean cakes."

"Didn't you finish eating it a few days ago?" Hong Liang wondered.

"Someone from the Secret Investigation Department just said that another batch of bean cakes is on the way and will probably be delivered tomorrow morning."

"Why are there still more? Last time I heard that Mr. Chu's place had been emptied out."

"It was said that Mr. Chu loaded the bean cakes on the truck for us, and the next day he sent everyone out to purchase soybeans from further villages and counties."

"This time the bean cakes were sent out after the food transport team, but they were sent through the channel of the Secret Reconnaissance Department, so they will arrive tomorrow morning."

"You are really good at getting things done. To tell you the truth, if it hadn't been for the sword that killed Zhuo Han today, I might not have been able to kill Zhuo Han. This sword was also made by Mr. Chu." Hong Liang finally felt better.

"General, you drink water." Ma Da pushed the tea cup forward.

"Say." Hong Liang took a sip of tea, and when the hot tea touched the bubbles on his mouth, he couldn't help frowning. He knew that this nephew must have something to say. If there were no outsiders in the tent at ordinary times, Ma Da would definitely say

He was called "uncle". But today, he kept calling him "general".

"General, we lost nearly ten thousand people today, and there are countless injuries." Ma Da licked his lips, feeling that today's conversation was a bit difficult.

In today's battle, the huge losses are not the most critical. The key is that they are in a dilemma. If they advance, they cannot defeat them; if they retreat, they will throw away the northern part of Donglun in vain, and it will also give the Voss Kingdom a chance to attack Daxuan along the way.

In terms of personal gains and losses, if we continue to fight, we may suffer heavier losses than today, because Daxuan's 20,000 cavalry has been reduced by nearly 3,000, and the infantry has lost nearly 7,000. Today, there are only 5,000 cavalry participating in the battle. Voss only

Three thousand cavalry were sent out, but only one thousand was lost. The ratio of this battle loss was ten for one. To put it bluntly, this was enough to cure Hong Liang's crime.

But now we have to fight, and if we continue to fight, the consequences will be disastrous. There is no difference between the crime of punishing Hongliang and the crime of punishing Ma Da, because Ma Da's 50,000 troops are also among them, so it is impossible not to fight.

Ma Da came today because he couldn't think of a way to break the situation, but he wanted to minimize his personal loss of interests.

"Uncle," Ma Da said with difficulty, "Tomorrow, I will lead the army to fight."

Hong Liang instantly understood what his nephew was thinking. Ma Da was going to sacrifice himself to save Hong Liang. If Ma Da leads the army in the battle tomorrow, he will disobey the general's orders and send troops recklessly. If there is any loss, the main responsibility will be on him.

It fell on the motor head.

And Hong Liang's previous victory in the first battle, regaining lost territory, and constricting the border line can be offset by the sin of today's serious war damage. The law of the court is like this, merit must be rewarded, and deeds must be punished. But punishment is always higher than reward.

If Ma Da is convicted, he will be protected by the second-rank general Hong Liang, who can at least save his life; if Hong Liang is convicted, no one will be able to escape alone.

"No!" Hong Liang said firmly. If Ma Da was allowed to fight, he would probably die on the battlefield in order not to implicate his uncle.

"Don't worry, uncle, I won't act rashly." Ma Da said as he organized his thoughts. At that moment, he seemed to have thought of something.

"Uncle, the advantage of cavalry is high mobility, followed by speed and height. But this must be an advantage only on the plains. The valley where we are fighting today is very conducive to their cavalry, but after the valley, there is only one road leading to it.

Towards the interior of Donglun, and the road is not wide and can barely accommodate two horses running parallel." Ma Da's thoughts became clear.

"If I were to lead the troops tomorrow, I would order a retreat when the traces of defeat were revealed. And uncle, you would ambush the soldiers and horses behind the valley and intercept them in the woods behind the valley. Once they enter the woods and mountains, there will be no cavalry.

How useful it is.”

His loud index finger traced circles along the edge of the tea cup, thinking about the feasibility of Ma Da's plan. After a moment, he clasped his hand on the tea cup and said: "Tomorrow you set up an ambush, and I will lead you into the urn!"

"Uncle, no!" Ma Da urged. This kind of retreat will cost you your life! Voss's cavalry are all sharpshooters, they will not just chase without firing arrows. Ma Da can do it with his own life.

It's a bait, but you can't put your uncle in danger.

"Lang'er," Hong Liang called Ma Da, "if I kill Zhuo Han today, I will definitely become a thorn in Vos's side. Tomorrow, their targets will definitely be focused on me, and I will be more likely to deceive them. I can also

Let our soldiers spare their lives."

"But..." Ma Da wanted to insist on fighting on his own, but Hong Liang waved his hand to stop him: "That's it!"

The next day.

The cold wind howls, the sun is dim, the flying canopies are broken, the weeds are withered and miserable, the wind is sad and the sun is dark. The canopies are broken, the grass is withered, and it is as cold as frost in the morning. Birds cannot fly, and beasts die from their flocks.

Camels and drums are clanging in the valley, and three war flags are hunting in the wind.

"The soul of the Ninth Prince has gone to see Yongshengtian, but it's too early! We want to avenge the bravest warriors of Voss! Yongshengtian will not spare them!" He and the leader of the Sauter tribe glanced at the other two tribes.

The leader said loudly.

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!" the soldiers shouted.

This time, the leaders of the three major tribes, Virat, Sauter, and Tuhurt, all arrived. These three tribes are the largest tribes in Vos Country and are also the main source of combat power in Vos Country.

Yesterday, in a battle, the ninth prince of Voss lost his life, and the three tribal leaders were panicked. King Voss was always impatient and did not like killing, but he loved his ninth son very much.

The three leaders were afraid that King Vos would severely punish their tribe, so they decided to conceal the death of the ninth prince for the time being, and first captured the northern part of the Donglun Kingdom so that they could offset their efforts.

The pre-war speech just now was actually a pre-war warning to Chief Sauter: Don't hide it, everyone. Yesterday, my three thousand cavalry lost one thousand, but you did not contribute at all. If the king really takes the blame,

If I'm convicted, you can't run away. Your sin is greater than mine!

The leaders of Virat and Tuhurt looked solemn. Now is the season when water plants begin to grow in abundance, and each tribe should recuperate at this time. The long winter has made their horses, cattle and sheep lose fat, and it is really time to start a war.

Inappropriate. Even if it takes another two months.

But no, the Ninth Prince is dead, and they have no way to explain it when they go back. Their tribesmen are all in the hands of King Wos. The land of Wos is so big, and they are the largest tribe. King Wos must have some influence on each of their tribes.

controlled.

What Chief Sauter said was true, they didn't know that Yongsheng Tianfang would not let go of the Xuan people, and it was certain that King Vos would not let them go.

"Kill them all! Eternal God will not allow dirty two-legged sheep to defile his warriors!" the leaders of Virat and Tuhurt shouted. At this time, the tone must be unified.

"Kill them all, kill them all!" the soldiers shouted in unison with their spears drawn to the ground.

The shouts outside the valley were heard by the Daxuan soldiers in the valley, but they did not mobilize before the war because they did not need to. They knew that beside the war drum high up behind them was the general Hong Liang.

"Dong dong dong..." The loud drumming sound was slow and loud, gradually getting faster and faster, and the atmosphere of the team became more solemn with the sound of the drums.

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Chapter completed!