"Find out the enemy's deployment and number of people!"
Huo Qubing was giving instructions calmly.
After going through untold hardships and searching for a long time, the enemy was right in front of him, but Huo Qubing endured it with reason and calmness.
He ignored the urging of his subordinates who were sharpening their swords, and just ordered the scouts to find out the enemy's intelligence one after another.
This is like when a treasure hunter endured the harassment of insects and ants in the mountain forest for three days and three nights, and finally found a treasure box containing countless gold and silver jewelry. However, the treasure hunter did not choose to carry the treasure box home, but searched around the treasure box.
, and see if there are any poisonous snakes hiding in the shadows.
The Mongolian cavalrymen of Fengzi Camp were thirsty and their stomachs were filled with sand. However, due to King Qi's order, they could only endure it.
This was also thanks to the elite of the Fengzi Battalion. If it had been any other army, they would have already begun to mutiny.
However, hard work paid off, Huo Qubing waited for a long time, and finally the scouts came to report.
"Report! The enemy only has a few hundred men, but behind the sand dunes on the enemy's flanks, there are thousands of cavalry camping. It is estimated that there are at least 5,000 men and horses!"
This sentence instantly calmed down everyone in Fengzi Camp.
Chi Rong took a deep breath: "It's bait."
"Yes, it's a bait." Huo Qubing closed his eyes and pondered, "The Wala people are very smart. They know that the Han people's fighting habit in the desert is to spread out the forward troops to look for traces, and they will not hit an army of tens of thousands of people at once.
So they threw out a bait of hundreds of people, and as soon as the Ming army's forward troops took the bait, the five thousand cavalry hiding in the dark would come out and devour the Ming army's forward troops."
This is indeed the case. If any normal general were searching for traces of the enemy in the desert, when he found the enemy, he would not be able to help but charge mindlessly and wipe out the enemy.
However, Huo Qubing was not a normal general.
When Chi Rong heard this, a layer of cold sweat could not help but rise on his back under the scorching sun: "What a danger!"
If it weren't for Huo Qubing's rational judgment just now, they might have been trapped in a tight siege!
"Then do we want to withdraw now?" Chirong asked in despair.
If we evacuate, with no food and grass, the possibility of returning to the camp alive is basically zero.
If we fight, 800 people will fight against more than 5,000 tile cavalry?
No matter how hard you think, you can't win!
"No, we can just wait." Huo Qubing said patiently.
"Waiting?" Chirong was a little confused, "Waiting for what?"
Huo Qubing looked up at the sky and said to himself: "Waiting for the right time, right place, and right people."
"Sun Bin's Art of War: Yue Zhan" says: "The weather, the right location, and the harmony of people cannot be combined, and even if you win, there will be disaster."
Huo Qubing never reads military books, but this does not mean that he will only be reckless in fighting.
On the contrary, Huo Qubing didn't read the military manual because he felt that his own tactics were far better than anyone else's!
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From day to night.
The weather in the desert has always been extremely weird. During the day, it is so dry and hot that it seems to fry the sand, making people almost suffocated. But at night, the temperature drops suddenly, almost turning water into ice. Even if you wrap yourself in several thick clothes, you will freeze to death.
Shivering.
The night is like ink, deep and silent.
Both the Fengzi camp and the Wala people were enduring the severe cold and did not light bonfires because the light of the bonfires would reveal their positions.
They all think that they are hunters, waiting for their prey to get into the trap so that they can feast on it and enjoy a tempting meal.
Suddenly, the wind picked up.
The wind blowing in the desert is a very scary thing.
Yellow sand rolled up all over the sky, making it impossible to see anything ten steps away. It looked like a terrifying giant beast that swallowed darkness and despair. It was unknown what kind of terrifying enemy was hidden behind the strong wind and sand.
Huo Qubing stood on the desert, raised his hands, as if holding up the sky with his strong arms: "The wind - rises -"
At this moment, he was like Prime Minister Zhuge who borrowed the east wind during the Battle of Chibi.
As a general, he should first observe the sky, then understand the favorable terrain, and then use his troops according to the law. If you calculate more, you will win, if you calculate less, you will lose. How can you not ignore it?
During the winter solstice, yang arises, and during the summer solstice, yin arises. When they come and go, the weather will have its own course. This is the law of nature.
A top general not only needs to be knowledgeable and capable, wise and courageous, knows people well and is good at assigning tasks, but also needs to be aware of the weather, know the right location, and be accommodating.
Huo Qubing knew that his eight hundred knights had the right time, place and people.
So he is waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the opportunity to turn things around!
Although the climate in the desert is weird, what Huo Qubing is best at is detecting changes in the sky in the desert. He is 70% sure that there will be strong winds tonight!
This is an incredible thing. It is almost dozens or even a hundred times more difficult to judge the climate in the desert than on the plains!
Huo Qubing did it, he is the humanoid radar and weather forecaster in the desert!
And now, the wind is coming.
The strong wind came with sand and dust, covering the vision and sweeping across the sky!
The cavalry of Fengzi Camp endured for a whole day, without food and water. From the despair and coldness at the beginning, they have now turned into wolves, almost unable to control themselves, and charging at all costs!
Huo Qubing knew that this was the opportunity he had been waiting for, and now was the best time to attack!
He waited for the right time, the right place, and the right harmony!
"Chi Rong." Huo Qubing had been dripping water for a whole day and his voice was hoarse.
"I'm here." Chirong, a Mongolian man, had scarlet eyes. This ferocious beast suppressed the mania in his heart.
Huo Qubing breathed a long sigh of relief: "Kill!"
"My king has an order, kill!"
"kill!
"
In the vast desert, they didn't know how long they had endured.
From Shuntian Mansion, to Xuanfu Town, to Guangwu Town, and then to this vast desert, they didn't know how long they had to endure, taking cautious steps, alternating day and night, and trekking long distances.
Following an order, under the flying sand in the sky, the eight hundred knights of Fengziying came out into the wind!
They are like evil ghosts who have just been fished out of the sand, with gray heads and dirty faces, but their eyes are full of ferociousness, like a pack of wolves riding horses on the sand!
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Little did the Oara people know that the prey they were waiting for had turned into hunters.
As the sudden strong wind swept across the desert, the people of Wala could only get into their tents and pray that the strong wind would pass soon.
However, not everyone has lost their vigilance. There are always people who are nervous and ready to face crises.
Polo is a sober person.
Also known as Batula, he was the Prime Minister of Mongolia and the King of Anle among the three kings of Wala.
Although he was the king of peace and happiness, Tuboluo never enjoyed peace and happiness. In the tent, he heard the howling wind outside and was keenly aware that there seemed to be a looming danger hidden behind the strong wind and sand.
King Anle ordered: "Pass my order to increase patrols and guards in the camp to prevent sudden attacks by the enemy!"
Although he was very vigilant, it was of no use. The wind and sand were too strong, and people and animals were indistinguishable just more than ten steps apart, and the thick darkness of the night made their identification even more difficult.
This also made King Anle more and more uneasy. He always felt that an unknown crisis was about to come.
King Anle guessed Tupolo correctly, and the hidden crisis was indeed approaching. However, except for King Anle, the remaining Wala people did not realize that the Ming army had put the knife on their necks.
There are only eight hundred of them.
The eight hundred knights of the Fengzi Camp have blended into the night, and with the help of the wind and sand, they were able to find their way to the edge of the Wala Camp!