Jieting Nanshan is about 70 to 80 meters high. It is an isolated mountain. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and it is not connected on all sides.
The east, south and west sides are all steep slopes, making it difficult for vehicles and horses to travel. Only the side facing the Jieting River Valley has a slightly gentler slope.
With such a terrain, not to mention stationing ten thousand people on the top of the mountain, even if only a few thousand soldiers were stationed, it would be enough to withstand the siege of a hundred thousand troops.
As long as there is enough food and water, these more than a thousand people can even go on indefinitely.
Of course, if there are only a thousand people on the top of the mountain, the combat effectiveness will be too weak, and the ability to contain the Wei army will be lost.
At that time, Zhang He only needs to send four to five thousand men at will to trap the Shu army on the mountain and prevent them from moving.
Therefore, leaving 10,000 people on the top of the mountain is the most reasonable approach at present, which not only retains a certain deterrent force, but also saves food, grass and water.
Ma Su stopped on the mountainside and had a panoramic view of the overt and covert fighting among the three generals below.
Even with the two great weapons of being a time traveler and a simulator, he still felt that his head was too big.
These subordinates are not easy to lead.
Wang Ping was illiterate, could not read a few Chinese characters, and was as stubborn as a donkey. He would not listen to anyone who was not convinced.
In the entire Shu Han camp, there was only one person whom Wang Ping admired, Prime Minister Zhuge.
In other words, as soon as Wang Ping leaves Prime Minister Zhuge, no matter who he is under, he will not be a fuel-efficient lamp.
This isn't the end yet.
Among the other three, Huang Xi is lazy and Li Sheng is cunning. Both of them are second-rate in terms of martial arts, and both of them are particularly greedy for life and afraid of death.
Zhang Xiu is slightly better than the two of them and is loyal to him, but his force value is very average. He is the weakest among the four. He can handle small things but can't count on big things.
Such a general...
If you encounter a critical moment, you have no choice but to rely on yourself.
Ma Su has an extremely clear understanding of this point.
An hour later, 10,000 wooden barrels were completed.
Brand new wooden barrels filled the river beach.
At first glance, it is green and white, which is really spectacular.
Huang Xi, Li Sheng, and Zhang Xiu all looked at Ma Di.
Nanshan is not very high. From the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, the slope is about four to five hundred meters long. To fill the Tianchi at the top of the mountain, at least 200,000 barrels of water are needed.
In the era of shoulder-carrying, normally, transporting 200,000 barrels of water up the mountain would have required 10,000 people and 20 round trips.
Ma Su waved his hand, signaling the three of them to be calm.
First, he divided his 10,000 soldiers into twenty groups, each group consisting of 500 men.
Afterwards, ten groups of people were ordered to form a formation of ten long snakes, lining up from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, with one person spaced about every meter.
Finally, each soldier stayed where he was and delivered buckets of water up the mountain in a relay manner.
As for the other ten groups of people, they are used as rotations to ensure that the formation keeps running.
Previously, Ma Su had calculated that if this formation ran smoothly, ten buckets of water would reach the top of the mountain every five seconds.
If it's fast, it's ten barrels in three seconds.
It only takes fourteen hours at most to transport 200,000 barrels of water to the top of the mountain; it takes ten hours at least.
This water is enough for 10,000 horses for two months.
When he thought of the dumbfounded look of Zhang He's army surrounding the mountain, Ma Di couldn't help but grin and chuckle.
After a while, following Zhang Xiu's order, ten water-drawing military formations started to move at the same time.
The soldiers chanted and quickly handed out the wooden barrels filled with water one by one, repeating the cycle.
Ma Su looked at the red sun that was gradually setting in the sky, squinting his eyes and silently deducing the various situations he might face next.
Water alone is not enough.
If you want to take the initiative in the battle of Jieting, you need to communicate with Zhuge Liang in advance, state the pros and cons, and encourage the prime minister to not attack the other two counties in Longxi after taking Shanggui City, but to personally lead the army to fight the main force of the Wei army.
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Otherwise, even if the five counties are captured, they will be surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Wei troops. After a stalemate for a period of time, they will be defeated one by one.
The Wei State owns the territory of Jiuzhou, and its war potential is unimaginably high, with the number of troops it can mobilize numbering in the millions.
The 100,000 Wei troops who are about to arrive at Jieting are just the vanguard of Wei.
Once Cao Zhen discovers that Zhao Yun's troops wandering around in Qi Valley are just a suspicious army with only a few thousand men, he will lead a large army to aid Longxi, or directly attack the empty Hanzhong.
At that time, the Shu army will be in a dangerous situation where it is difficult to take care of both ends.
Therefore, attacking the Wei army head-on at the street pavilion is the key to solving the problem.
As long as Zhang He's troops are crippled, the counties in Longxi will take control of themselves without fighting.
Sneak attacks can only take temporary advantage. Both Shu and Wei eventually need to use their swords and guns on the battlefield to decide the outcome.
Thinking of this, Ma Su ordered people to get pen, ink and plain silk, write a handwritten letter, and sent it to Zhuge Liang overnight.
At the same time, Wang Ping had also led his troops to the stronghold at Xishankou, ten miles away. After guarding the main road, he quickly drew a map of the terrain of the street pavilion and sent someone to report to Zhuge Liang at Starry Night.
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It was night, and the street pavilions were lit with torches.
Huang Xi, Li Sheng, and Zhang Xiu took turns supervising the work, supervising the soldiers to work all night and collect water from the mountain.
Everyone is racing against time.
A busy night.
By noon the next day, the Tianchi on the top of the mountain was filled with water.
After arranging the soldiers to rest on the spot, Ma Su breathed a long sigh of relief, and his heart that had been hanging around finally returned to his stomach.
As a visitor from later generations, he came to this world rashly and was pushed onto the battlefield to face off against the world-famous elite cavalry of Wei State. It would be a lie to say that he was not afraid.
But he concealed his timidity very well, and always had a confident look on his face.
This also greatly encouraged the soldiers under his command, and their morale gradually improved.
But in fact, Ma Su was panicking to death.
Fearing that the simulation would go wrong, Zhang He sent his magic troops down from the sky on the second day, overwhelming the Shu army, capturing him, and taking his head back to claim credit.
This possibility is still very high.
Because it is already the second day after arriving at Jieting, and the second simulator deduction was at noon yesterday.
Nothing remains static, but changes as time goes by and external factors change.
If one of Zhang He's tendons is screwed up, it is decided to divide the troops again, and choose the cavalry with the strongest and fastest horses, and advance with a light army, marching at full speed throughout the night. Then it is possible for the front of the Wei army to reach the street pavilion before dusk today.
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While he was deep in thought, he suddenly saw groups of people from the mountains rushing towards him, reporting that Wei soldiers had arrived eighty miles away.
It came so quickly... Ma Su was slightly startled, secretly glad that he had the foresight and was fully prepared.
At dusk, a rumbling sound suddenly came from the Longshan Avenue to the east. There was a vague dust and smoke in the sky, like a tornado sweeping over the ground, and the thunderous shouts came from far to near.
Soon, a torrent of iron cavalry surged forward. After entering the open valley, the oncoming force was stopped.
The person at the front, wearing iron armor and a silver helmet, holding a spear eight feet in hand, sat on a white horse with majesty, looked up at the top of the mountain, and met Ma Su's eyes in the distance.
He is Zhang He.
Those eyes, which had experienced countless life-and-death battles on the battlefield and were used to seeing countless lives and blood, were cold and ruthless, and looked down upon heaven and earth.
Facing such a heart-wrenching look, Ma Su's heart suddenly shuddered, and four words appeared in his head involuntarily.
The visitor is not good!
Looking down the mountain, behind Zhang He, about 10,000 cavalrymen came in droves and gradually gathered in one place.
