When the 80,000 troops of the middle route arrived at Lake Balkash, they were also stunned by the scene in front of them...
The camps, corpses, plants, and even soil were mixed into darkness. The six camps were like six huge coal mountains mixed together! But the smell in the air caused countless soldiers who stopped to lie on the ground and vomited wildly...
And some of the Varo soldiers who survived by chance in this fire, when they saw their large troops, were like children returning home from home, crying heartbroken and heartbroken...
Their clothes were unblocked and were in a state of decay, and their hair and eyebrows were basically burned out. Even in the ripped holes in the clothes, they could clearly see the shocking burn scars, as if they had degenerated into savages in a few days, leaning on crutches, supporting each other, and slowly gathering towards the troops.
The generals in charge of the command of the front army immediately sent people to gather these defeated generals, and learned about the entire process of the incident from their terrified expressions and words, and then reported it to their chief general, Wanyan Sesinger.
"Rain!? Can it still catch fire!" Wanyan Sesinger fell into deep thought after hearing the statement of the side general...
"There are flying balls! Some people say that after the fire broke out, they saw Liang Guo's flying balls flying through here! This rain should be oil! Sprinkle oil first! Then ignite! It's so vicious... General must be careful!" The general said that he thought of the scene he had just seen, and couldn't help but shivered, and quickly picked up the wine bag and drank a few mouthfuls to suppress his shock.
"Well..." Wanyan Sesinger pondered for a moment, then turned his horse's head, faced the lakeside, and slowly raised the horse's whip.
"Don't go forward! Just camp on the lakeside! Each camp is at least five miles apart! And the camp gate cannot be built only three! Each camp gate! Six camp gates!" Wanyan Sesinger said all this, then rode his horse and walked back to the side of the general, whispering to him: "Go back quickly and get people to bury the bodies on the spot! The fewer people you see, the better, so as not to disrupt our army's morale! It affects morale!"
"Yes!" He beat him in his chest and took the order back.
"General! Look!"
As soon as the side general left, the other side general noticed something and pointed it into the air with a horse whip. There were two planes floating in the sky, and one of them was flying towards Almaty.
"These Liangdogs!!!" Wanyan Sesinger looked at him, gritted his teeth, but was powerless.
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Two hours later
At this time, Yan Bing was explaining Sun Tzu's Art of War and the contents of the thirty-six strategies to Halibai in the commander's tent, and the messenger outside the tent had already trotted to report.
"Report——! Report to the Duke of Ding, a large number of Varo troops appeared on the southeast of Lake Balkash! They are camping!"
"Another group came?" Yan Bing smiled slightly and replied in a deep voice: "I understand, I will draw a floor plan as soon as possible in the Mingxingtian Camp!"
"yes!"
As soon as the messenger left, Hari Bai, who was standing beside him, looked at Yan Bing with excitement and asked in a low voice: "Master, do you want to burn it again?"
Hearing this, Yan Bing shook his head helplessly and explained with a wry smile: "I only have this little glycerin in total. I have used most of it before. If I burn it again, I will be useless..."
"Ah? That's it...what should we do now? Let's take advantage of the fact that the enemy's foothold is not stable, let's steal the camp!" As Harry Bai spoke, he slapped the map with a palm, and his eyes emitted a slight cold light.
"Steal a ball!? I just finished teaching you a soldier who was defeated without fighting! You have read it in the dog's belly!??" Yan Bing's speechless expression made Harry Bai feel a little ashamed and had to smile awkwardly.
Yan Bing sighed, walked off the handsome stage, picked up the copper pot, and Haribai reacted quickly to turn out the teapot and tea bowl, stepped forward and took the copper pot, and began to make tea.
"You, I'm still seeing too little, for nothing, I will give you another example,"
Yan Bing took the tea bowl handed over by Haribai, took a sip, then picked up the military order on the table, handed it to him, and said in a deep voice: "Take all the thousand households of your Zhangzi Camp, plus two hundred-person camps, go to the salt lake next to it to get some lake water. The more the better. The pack horse cart and buckets, and find Ren Qianhu of the baggage camp to ask for it, and say I'll do it."
"Why do you need so much salt? Our army is not short of salt..." Harry Bai looked puzzled.
"If you want to go, you will go. You will know in two days!" Yan Bing waved his hand and signaled to see off the guests, but when Hari Bai walked to the guard's tent, he reminded him again: "Don't forget, all your thousand households are going to go!"
"Yes!" Harry Bai didn't think much about it, and then bowed and retreated.
Yan Bing, who was drinking tea, showed an undetectable smile.
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An hour later, Harry Bai returned to the commander's tent to report his life, but Yan Bing handed him a note.
Haribai took the note with a puzzled look on his face, and saw that the names of three thousand households were written on it, all of which were the school officials in Zhang's name.
"The head coach...is this...??"
"The enemy collaborator... Actually, after the attack of the 230,000 troops that day, the three of them began to conspire privately... And when they left the city today, they actually sent people to the Varo camp... Haha, soldier, I have already dealt with you. As for the school officials... they were all brought by you, so let's do it yourself."
After Yan Bing finished speaking, he looked at Harry Bai quietly.
And Harry Bai's face was blue and purple at this moment, as if he had pushed the sauce jar in his heart, and the smell was mixed.
Yan Bing looked at his depressed and resentful look and had to put down the tea bowl and persuaded him slowly: "Everyone is afraid of death, it's not embarrassing, but because he is afraid of death, he betrays his brother. Are you still your brother...?"
"……………” Harry Bai was silent for a while, frowned and nodded, bowed and left without saying a word...
After a while, Haribai returned to the handsome tent with three bloody heads and bowed and knelt down.
Yan Bing was not calm anymore... pointed at Harry Bai and roared: "You kill me!! Just tell me after killing me, what do you have to do?? Look at my land! It's all full of blood! I have to find someone to clean up!!"
Harry Bai looked back in the direction of Yan Bing's finger, then turned his head and showed an awkward smile on his face.
Yan Bing sighed helplessly, waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "According to my opinion, the three people should have the words "traitor" on their foreheads and hang them on the city gate to show their public. But these are all your people, you can do it yourself."
"Yes!" Harry Bai walked out of the handsome tent with three heads, and there were three clear red lines on the ground...
Yan Bing looked at the blood marks on the ground, and sucked his teeth helplessly, called the guards, asking him to find a few people to come and clean up, and then called Sun Qianhu from Xingtian Camp to the handsome tent.
"Duke Dingguo," Sun Wu entered the commander's tent, bowed and bowed, then looked at the soldier who was rubbing soil on the ground, and looked at Yan Bing on the commander's stage with curiosity.
"The ground is dirty, I'll find someone to clean up," Yan Bing was too lazy to explain, but waved to Sun Wu. When he got closer, Yan Bing whispered to him: "Go to the baggage camp, he has a lot of salt water, fill the empty jars before with this salt water, and then send the ten Xingtian to the newly built camp of Varo, and sprinkle ten jars on me every other hour."
"Spray salt water? What's the use? Are they choking??" Sun Wu looked puzzled.
Yan Bing showed a smirk and replied softly: "It is impossible to be choked to death, but it is still possible to be scared and sleepy..."