When the sun just rose and the morning light suddenly appeared, the flag-speaking transmission of Xingtian also resumed its operation. Soon, a flag-speaking soldier reported the news from Xingtian to He Yougui who was resting in the commander's tent.
"Get on the move!!??" He Yougui was excited when he heard the news and suddenly jumped up from the couch, but soon let out another painful groan: "Hey...my old waist..."
But he no longer cared about these things at this time. He endured the pain and limped to the front of the Shuai Case. While grinding ink, the guards outside the account shouted: "Who was on the night last night? Let others not leave the arsenal, and the horses kept stopping! Bring five days of food rations and seal the passage between Tacheng and Varo as fast as possible! Never let Varo's messenger pass this message!!
And! There are twenty planes in Xingtian! Let's set off immediately and fly to Tacheng. Don't worry if the glycerin is used up! At worst, I can send a carriage to pick them up! You must not let a Varo messenger run away!! Go quickly!!"
He Yougui did this to make full use of the time difference in intelligence transmission between the two armies and to block the road to send messages to Varo before the soldiers who fled from Fuhai arrived in Karamay.
After all, there is more than 600 miles between Fuhai and Karamay, and it will take at least two days to wait for Fuhai's remaining soldiers to arrive at Karamay. This period of time is enough for him to mobilize troops to block Karamay's only return route.
When he completely killed Karamay's army and successfully blocked this news, the main force of Daliang could enter Varo with the flow and take advantage of the situation and take advantage of the Varo army's besieging Yan Bing's Almaty City, and launch a sneak attack on Varo's main force from the rear, thereby achieving the strategic purpose of attacking forward and backward, dividing and surrounding, and finally eliminating all the main forces of the enemy in one fell swoop.
So, He Youkui is so old, can his mind still turn so quickly?
Of course not. He had already thought of all this before setting off! It was just that he couldn't make arrangements in advance before he made sure of his determination to surrender to the Mongolian military camp.
Taking one step, thinking of a hundred steps is so experienced and terrifying.
After deploying this first step, He Yougui began to deploy the second step in an orderly manner, which is to compile the book!
Stabilize the morale of the Mongolian camp!
He Yougui picked up the brush that had been filled with ink, pulled a piece of letter paper, outlined it on it, and made a cross from time to time. After changing the wording, he repaired a manuscript paper. He raised it and read it himself. He made sure there were no mistakes, and copied it again and again according to the manuscript paper.
He called out the guard and handed him the letter paper, and specifically instructed: "First send it to the camp of the chief clerk of the army, and let him write it again in Mongolian text. Put two letter papers into the same envelope, and send it to the Mongolian camp in Fuhai with a quick horse! Remember to bring someone who knows Mongolian and then ask them to prepare more water bags. You can only walk the path along the way, not the main road!"
Why?
Because there are some remnants who have retreated from Fuhai on the road!
The old man was also cautious, for fear that one or two idiots would appear among the group below and delay the big deal.
After doing all this, He Yougui called another guard and said to him loudly: "Tongruth orders the entire army to set up camp quickly! Shenji camp, camping along the Longkou River thirty miles east of Karamay, Shaanxi army Qin camp, and camping along the Ulungu River thirty miles south of Karamay! It must be achieved within three days! If there is any delay, military law will be carried out!"
"Yes!" The guard took the order and retreated.
But He Yougui was tidying up his official robe in the coach's tent and laughing.
"Why did these Mongolians... take action in advance? It's not punctual at all! Hahaha-!"
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Three days later
Three dusty soldiers of Liang State arrived at the Mongolian camp in Fuhai and delivered the letter to the commander Monlice Certu.
Monlice took the envelope, opened it and looked at it, and immediately frowned. He was about to call the translator in the camp, but found that there was a piece of letter paper with Mongolians behind him. He was overjoyed and looked at it.
"No wonder! No wonder they didn't come for a long time. It turned out that they had pulled out the nail in Kuitun!" Menglik laughed, while holding up the letter and signaling the other generals to watch together.
After the group of generals passed it back and forth, someone immediately asked a question.
"Master, they first pulled Kuitun, and then asked us to lay the camp in the Dalbut River north of Karamay, which was forty or fifty miles away from their main camp! This arrangement is clearly a doubt about our surrender!"
The person who spoke was the general who used The Legend of the Condor Heroes to describe the difference between the distance and the near, Urian Khalif.
But after he finished speaking, he received a pair of cold eyes from the old coach Monlichon Certu! So he hurriedly closed his mouth and stopped talking.
Monlik Certu then laughed and said, "If I am a marching, I will definitely pull out the nails behind my butt before daring to march. This is called caution. How can I say that I am doubtful? You are thinking too much!" After saying this, he turned his head and instructed the translator beside me: "Go quickly and welcome these three warriors on behalf of me! Treat them with good wine and meat!"
The translator nodded, stepped forward and got close to the three soldiers in Chinese, and explained the commander's arrangement. After the three soldiers bowed to the commander, they hugged everyone and went outside the tent with enthusiasm.
Monlik Certu looked at the backs of the four people with a spring breeze, and suddenly his face changed, and he punched Urian Khalwei's chest, knocking him back several steps, and then cursed: "No one else talks! You just talks too much! You are smart! We are all fools!!? How many times have I said this? Use your brain before speaking and doing things! Are you deaf?!"
Several other Mongolian generals stared at the coach with wide eyes and thought to themselves: "Actually, I really didn't realize there was this problem..." But I thought about this in my heart, how could I say it, so I smiled awkwardly and said nothing.
"The coach is right. Some of the three Han people may understand Mongolian language. I was too careless." Urian Khalwei lowered his head and admitted his mistake.
"Hmph!" Monlik Certu snorted coldly, glanced at him, and said in a deep voice: "It's not too stupid to be able to figure it out so quickly!"
After listening to the conversation between the two, the other Mongolian generals showed a sudden expression of enlightenment, and then bowed their heads and said nothing.
"In terms of scheming, we can't compare to these southern barbarians! So in the future, we must be careful everywhere! But in terms of bravery and good fighting, our warriors are the ones that are better than them! You don't need to be discouraged!" Menglik said as he slowly glanced at everyone, until he saw everyone nodding in agreement, then slowly turned around and walked back to the position of coach, and said aloud to everyone:
"If he doesn't believe us, we naturally cannot believe them! After sunrise tomorrow, the entire army will rush to the Dalbut River! I will meet them, the general of Liang State, in person. If he wants our warriors to take the lead for him, then I will take you back to our prairie! This alliance! It's better not to form!"
After saying that, Monlick slapped the letter paper in his hand on the handsome desk!!