PS: Last night I coded the chapters that should be updated at 12 noon today, but the network is stuck and it just can’t be uploaded. It was uploaded after get off work today. The Internet speed is very slow these days.
The fifteenth day of the seventh month of the third year of Datong in the Han Dynasty is the Ghost Festival.
Pei Zhan was a little depressed to find that there was only the last bottle of wine left with the army. The night of July 15th seemed a bit ghostly and eerie. The candlelight in the tent flickered, dragging the shadows of people.
After being pulled and pulled, the people baring their teeth and claws looked very ferocious. The wind began to blow in the evening, and the wind lantern at the entrance of the big tent was blown back and forth, looking helpless and desolate. At a glance, it looked more like a funeral.
White lantern hanging outside the door.
Pei Zhan was in a bad mood, maybe because he was about to finish his wine, or maybe because he couldn't find a loophole in the Han army. His mood affected his body. The wind on July 15th passed through the gap in the curtain of the big tent.
The wind blew in, making him feel a bit cold. He tightened the cloak around his body, and his eyes were fixed on the wine glass on the table. The amber-colored wine, for some reason, had a bloody smell floating out of it.
taste.
Pei Zhan smiled to himself, he hadn't felt this flustered for a long time.
Zi didn't say anything, but he remembered for no reason that today was the Ghost Festival, and Pei Zhan's mood became even worse. I don't know why, but the war scenes from long ago came to mind over and over again in his mind.
With no head or limbs, he just slowly and stiffly walked towards him step by step.
Startled by the illusion in his mind, Pei Zhan suddenly remembered that maybe he should burn some paper money for his dead subordinates. As soon as this thought came to his mind, his heart became even more restless. He shouted twice
There was a sound, and the soldier who was always guarding the door didn't come in for some reason. This made Pei Zhan's expression change, and anger rose from his heart.
He stood up, walked to the door, opened the curtain and shouted, "Where are they all dead?"
What caught his eye was a dense crowd of zombies covered in blood standing outside the door. Those dead people were staring at him with expressionless faces dripping with blood. A pair of pale, cold, stiff hands suddenly stretched out.
, stuck tightly in his throat. He couldn't breathe, and his face became increasingly pale.
"ah!"
Pei Zhan screamed in fright and woke up from his sleep. The soldiers guarding the door rushed in, their sharp swords already out of their scabbards. The soldiers glanced nervously for a week and found that there was nothing in the big tent.
When something terrible happened, they couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, just like Pei Zhan, who was sitting on the bed and wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, let out a long sigh of relief after seeing the soldiers come in.
Pei Zhan not only has the strategy to defeat ten thousand people, but also the skills to defeat ten thousand people. These soldiers together may not be his opponent, but for some reason, when he sees these soldiers guarding the door, he
For the first time, Pei Zhan felt safe with someone around him. He waved his hand and motioned for the soldiers to leave.
"Call Qu Sheng."
He ordered, and then he naturally grabbed the wine glass on the table and took a sip. After drinking it all in one gulp, he put down the glass and then remembered that this was really the last glass of wine. He thought of the terrible dream just now.
, Pei Zhan shuddered involuntarily. Suddenly remembering that in his dream he was going to burn some paper money for his dead subordinates, Pei Zhan frowned.
"Someone is coming!"
He sat up straight and put on his cloak.
Two soldiers opened the curtain and came in, bowed and said, "Please give me your orders, Your Highness."
Pei Zhan opened his mouth, but finally held back. He suddenly remembered that burning paper in the military camp was a very ominous thing. Although he did not believe in ghosts and gods, it was better to be careful if he could avoid taboos.
"Bring some water, I want to wash my face."
The soldier responded and trotted off to fetch water. After the two soldiers went out, Qu Sheng opened the curtain and walked in quickly.
"Your Highness has summoned a humble minister, what are your instructions?"
Pei Zhan pointed to the chair next to him and said: "Come, drink some wine with me. I was confused for a while, and when I woke up, I felt a little cold. I want to drink a glass of wine to warm myself up."
"I humble my duty and obey my orders."
Qu Sheng ordered his soldiers to prepare the food and drinks, and then he leaned forward and sat down on the chair. Pei Zhan smiled and said, "What else can you do if you sit more comfortably? There are only two of you in this big tent at this time, so there is no need."
So restrictive."
He rubbed his sore brow: "What time is it now?"
"It's almost Haishi."
Qu Sheng replied.
Pei Zhan hummed, and suddenly felt relieved. It's midnight, and the damn Ghost Festival will be over in just over an hour. Why is the wind blowing outside so annoying? Why does the wind sound like a ghost crying and a wolf howling? Then
Is it the wind blowing, or is it really a ghost crying? Why do ghosts cry? Is it resentment?
Not long after, the soldiers came in with trays and placed wine and food on the table. Pei Zhan did not ask the soldiers to call the cook to cook, but only cut some cooked beef, deer breasts and other cooked foods.
Although it was a bit cold, fortunately the wine could be warmed. Pei Zhan was not used to drinking white wine, but he had no choice but to drink the last glass of wine when he woke up, without even tasting the taste.
The wine is very mellow and fragrant in the mouth.
Pei Zhan's eyes lit up: "What kind of wine is this?"
Qu Sheng put down his wine glass, sat upright and replied, "It's Du Kang. The water has been removed through a secret method, so it's very mellow."
Pei Zhan smiled and said: "It's the Dukang wine that Cao A concealed about how to relieve his worries? No wonder, it seems that I am so lucky that I drank this wine for the first time today."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly frowned, and his expression changed immediately. It happened that Qu Sheng lowered his head to fill him up with wine, so he didn't see the change in his expression. Pei Zhan just suddenly thought that Cao Aman was drunk and sang a poem.
It didn't take long for Zhuge Kongming and Zhou Gongjin to burn them to pieces. The 800,000 troops were turned into ashes, and nothing was left behind as the river flowed eastward. Why do I always think of unlucky things today?
Pei Zhan smiled bitterly, shook his head, and asked softly: "Have you made more arrangements for defense?"
Qu Sheng filled Pei Zhan's wine glass, then cut the deer breast into strips with a knife and placed it on the small plate in front of Pei Zhan: "It has been arranged. Because of the strong wind today, the number of sentries ordered to patrol has increased by one.
Times, soldiers should not take off their armor while sleeping, and their weapons should not be left beside them."
Pei Zhan nodded and said, "Well, good job. I'll tell you later, and keep an eye on the other side of the canal. Don't let the Han army take advantage of the strong wind to sneak ashore by boat and harass the flanks of the camp."
Qu Sheng didn't know why His Royal Highness the King of Zhou was so careful today. There should be no problem on the Qushui side. The Han army's navy did not have large ships, which was confirmed when the Han army attacked Huazhou. The Zhou army's navy in Huazhou did have two
It is said that more than a dozen large ships were burned by the Han army. Moreover, there was a swamp between the canal and the camp, so the Han army could not get through even if they landed. But he still did not question Pei Zhan's order and stood up.
He walked outside the big tent and ordered his soldiers to deliver the order.
Coming in from outside the tent, Qu Sheng spat out the sand blown into his mouth by the wind and complained: "What a damn weather!"
Damn it, these three words startled Pei Zhan for no reason.
At the same time, in the Han army camp just ten miles away, Hua Ling looked at the fire dragon flag in the camp that was blown by the wind and cursed in a low voice: "What a damn weather!"
Zhao Er also sighed and said: "If the wind doesn't stop, the prince's arrangement will not be implemented. It is the luck of the Ding'an Army that there is such a strong wind tonight!"
Following Hua Ling's gaze, he saw that in the dimly lit camp, tens of thousands of troops had already assembled, standing in the wind, waiting for the general's order to mobilize the entire army.
Attacked.
On the Fuyuan Canal, six or seven miles away from the Zhou army's camp, there are more than a dozen strange-looking large ships docked. The boats look very strange in shape, like some ferocious beasts, lying on the riverside, ready at any time.
It jumped up and hurt people. Then I looked at it under the moonlight in the wind, and I could vaguely see that the monster-like ship was actually two large ships connected together with large wooden boards. The two ships merged into one, and the ship deck became
There was a flat platform, and a huge arm-like thing was installed on the platform. If you look carefully, you can tell that it turns out to be a stone dumping truck.
"Man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation."
Liu Ling sat in the cabin listening to the howling wind, and sighed with some disappointment: "Wait another two hours. If the wind doesn't stop, we can weigh anchor and return to sail."
Zhao Ba responded: "What a damn weather!"
Liu Ling chuckled lightly and said: "Today is the festival of ghosts, and they are celebrating. I wanted to give Pei Zhan a generous gift on Ghost Festival, but judging from Feng's attitude, I may not be able to stop tonight. Two
If the wind doesn't stop after an hour, send someone to Feilongpo to tell Hua Ling to let the soldiers rest. It's hard work for our brothers to stand in the strong wind."
Xu Sheng reluctantly walked outside the cabin and stared at the flag on the mast without blinking.
Pei Zhan asked for the sharp dagger from Qu Sheng's hand, unscrewed a piece of rabbit meat and put it into his mouth. Although it was a bit cold and hard, it tasted pretty good. When he cut the meat further, he suddenly felt a pain on his finger. He lowered his head to look.
, I found a small cut on my finger with a sharp dagger. The blood was stained on the rabbit meat, and the color was a bit weird.
"Huh?"
Qu Sheng looked away and looked outside the tent, but did not see Pei Zhan pricking his hand: "The wind seems to have stopped."
Pei Zhan smiled, put his injured finger in his mouth and sucked it: "Just stop. The wind will make you sleep uneasy."
He stood up and walked to the door of the big tent, opened the curtain and looked at the path: "Tell me, why don't the Han army take advantage of the south wind to attack at night? With such a good opportunity, if a burst of rockets comes over, even if they can't break through our
Dazhai is enough to keep us panicking for a while."
Qu Sheng said: "The southeast wind is too strong. If the Han army comes from the southwest, the arrows will be blown far away, flying sand and rocks, and the archers can't determine the direction. They can't even open their eyes. If the wind is light,
Some, but it’s a good opportunity for a night attack.”
Pei Zhan nodded and said: "The wind has subsided. Go and call the soldiers up to prepare to face the enemy."
He turned around and smiled slightly: "Maybe the Han army is also waiting for the wind to stop. Although your reason makes some sense, think about it, with such a strong wind, how far can our arrows shoot against the wind?
I still feel that if the Han army did not take advantage of the strong wind to attack at night, there must be some big conspiracy." (To be continued)