"Hey," after listening to the report of the patrol generals, Liu Sheng tugged at his beard and said with a sad face: "If this continues, without the Duoyan people coming to attack, we will collapse!" He, who has been leading troops in wars for his whole life, said
Veteran general, I know very well the subtleties of military morale. To put it bluntly, the so-called iron-blooded army that is invincible in every battle depends entirely on one breath. Once this breath is released, in the blink of an eye, it is a piece of loose sand that collapses without attacking...
"We must make a decision early..." The generals agreed and all looked at Zhiduoxing Mowen.
Mo Wen couldn't help but smile bitterly, spread his hands and said, "It depends on the marshal's decision."
"Marshal hasn't made up his mind yet?" Everyone looked at the Chinese military tent not far away. The tent was brightly lit, and a silhouette pacing back and forth was reflected on the tent...
Mo Wen shook his head and sighed: "Now we can only wait..."
"Hey..." The generals were worried and sighed again and again.
Little did Wang Xian know in the Chinese army tent that the situation had reached a critical point and he had to make a decision. Ordinarily, there was nothing to hesitate about. The army had run out of food and fodder, its retreat was cut off, and the Duoyan army might appear at any time.
At this time, it seems that trying to give the enemy a head-on blow and open a way southward has become the only way to survive.
But the road is extremely dangerous. As long as the Duoyan people avoid fighting and follow far behind, they can drag the Ming army to death. This is exactly the trick used by steppe wolves when dealing with injured large prey. Duoyan people
Yan Ren is cunning and treacherous, and is very likely to adopt the same strategy... So this seems to be the only way to survive by giving it a try, but it is more like a road of no return for him and his soldiers...
But contrary to what the generals speculated, Wang Xian was really not hesitating. People who really knew him knew that he had always been a decisive person. But as he became more powerful, every decision was related to
The lives and deaths of thousands of people cannot be attributed to his lack of caution.
After the defeat of Hulugu Valley, Wang Xian realized this unforgettablely. Although he had already made a decision in his mind, he must have enough assurance to support it before issuing it to his subordinates.
He has already made a decision. If there is no news from Xin Ci, Xin Yan and others tonight, tomorrow morning he will have no choice but to lead his army south to have a showdown with the Duoyan people.
So Wang Xian, who was pacing back and forth in the tent, was not hesitating at all, but was waiting for news from the desert...
The hourglass placed on the low table in the tent is dripping fine white sand silently. Every falling grain of white sand represents the passage of time bit by bit, Xu hour, Hai hour, Zi hour...
Wang Xian waited like this until midnight. There was no sound in the military camp. The soldiers fell into a deep sleep with uneasiness. The stars and rivers connected with each other, and the mountains were quiet...
Wang Xian, however, was not sleepy at all. He stared at the desert map on the wall, as if he wanted to dig out Alutai from it!
Suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps came closer from far away. Wang Xian turned around suddenly and saw the guard opening the door curtain and putting in two bald heads covered in dust.
Wang Xian's heart obviously skipped a beat when he saw someone with a kind heart and a serious heart. He took three steps at a time and then two steps to meet him, hissing urgently: "Have you found it?!"
The kind-hearted and strict-hearted person can be regarded as the best master in the world, but at this moment, his face was full of exhaustion and he was panting. The former struggled to squeeze out a smile, nodded and said: "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."
"That's great!" Wang Xian jumped up, hugged Senior Brother Xinci, and kissed his old face hard.
The guards were stunned. They had never seen the immovable Duke of Zhen Guo behave in such a rude manner!
"Junior brother, don't be too happy first. Xinci always reports good things but not bad things."
Hundreds of miles.”
"Oh..." Wang Xian's smile was indeed stagnant. If it was more than a hundred miles as expected, it could be killed by a quick march. If it was two hundred miles, the time it would take would be much more than doubled.
Senior Brother Xinyan seemed to think it was not enough. He paused and added: "And on the way back, I also saw a huge sandstorm forming in the west. I'm afraid it will sweep across the desert soon."
"Well..." Wang Xian nodded, his expression becoming more solemn. He was familiar with the power of sandstorms. A dozen days ago, he and Mo Wen tried their best to set up a trap, and they were about to catch the turtle in the urn of Alutai.
Suddenly, a sandstorm broke out. The sky was dark and the ground was dark, with flying sand and rocks. It was impossible to see anything from a few feet away. As a result, Arutai and his men were forced to escape...
And it was still on the grassland. The desert is full of yellow sand. The power of the sandstorm is more than doubled. Entering the desert in such weather is simply asking for death. Could it be that this world really has an eternal sky, protecting Alutai?
In the typhoon shelter, I saw Tatars drinking too much, and they were much more crazy than I expected. Arutai was a little worried at first, wondering if he was a bit wild? He was hesitating whether to reduce the carnival to one day, so as not to spoil the situation.
Something big happened...
But after dark, he heard the wind blowing outside, and gradually the wind became stronger and stronger, and there was also the sound of sand and stones hitting the tent. Arutai hurried out to take a look, and couldn't help but said with great joy: "Blessed by the eternal life, I want to be here."
There’s a sandstorm coming!”
Once a sandstorm comes, it will last for at least two or three days. During these two or three days, they will be absolutely safe. Arutai does not believe that anyone can cross the sandstorm, enter the desert, and appear in front of him.
The Tatar Grand Master then gave up the idea of shortening the carnival, turned around and entered the tent, where he also relaxed and started drinking happily.
"I asked why the grand master suddenly announced a three-day carnival. It turns out that he had a clever plan and knew that there was going to be a sandstorm!" The drunken Tatar nobleman toasted Arutai while flattering him.
Arutai said in his heart, it's okay if I have that ability. But he was determined not to tell the truth. After drinking the wine offered by the Tatar nobles, Arutai said with a reserved look: "As a general, you must know the truth."
I understand astronomy and geography, and I also anticipated this sandstorm, so I thought it would be fine anyway, so why not let the children have fun!"
"The Grand Master is really a man of God!" After hearing this, the Tatar nobles fell to the ground in admiration. They all knelt down and worshiped Arutai: "The revival of Mongolia is determined by the Grand Master!"
Arutai smiled from ear to ear. He was about to take all the credit, but then he thought about it and changed his words to: "Hey, I am so virtuous and capable? It's all blessed by the eternal God!"
"Scare! It's really a blessing from the gods!" All the Tatar nobles were convinced when they heard this, and they all said excitedly: "It was like this half a month ago, and it is like this again now. It seems that the destiny is really in the hands of the Grand Master!"
"Hahaha..." Arutai wanted this effect. He picked up the wine bowl and suggested to everyone: "Come, let's worship Changshengtian together and thank God for blessing! If we can achieve great things in the future, we will live up to Changshengtian."
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"Honor the Immortal God!" The Tatar nobles were actually almost done drinking. At this time, even if someone suggested honoring a dog, they would happily comply.
After paying homage to the Immortal Heaven, Arutai filled another bowl, raised it high and said, "With the blessing of the Immortal Heaven, the final victory must belong to us! Everyone, drink to your heart's content, and when the wind stops, we will fight our way out of the typhoon shelter.
, go after those lost dogs!"
"Ouch!" The Tatar nobles howled excitedly, as if they had won a victory.
However, if Arutai, who is extremely cautious, can be so optimistic, the situation is naturally extremely... optimistic. Even if the Duoyan people do not want to fight to the death with the Ming army, the Ming army will inevitably run out of food in three days, and its morale will definitely be shattered by then.
, vulnerable. Naturally, I have to rush out and kill them all. I can't let the Duoyan people pick the peaches in vain.
Starting from Arutai, all the Tatars have dreamed of victory. At this moment, the wine is particularly fragrant, the morin fiddle is particularly pleasant, and even the sound of the wind and sand beating against the tent seems to be accompaniment to their carnival...
This is really ‘Fire trees and silver flowers never sleep in the sky, brothers and sisters dance gracefully, and the songs are endlessly joyful. If one person cannot lead, how can Tatars share the Khotan? The good night and the event are more joyful than ever!’ .
The main camp of the Ming army and the tent of the Chinese army.
Wang Xian took a few steps back and forth. Now that he knew everything he needed to know, there was nothing to hesitate about. He just had to make up his mind!
He quickly stopped and said in a deep voice: "Give me the order, the army will prepare food at the third watch and set off at the fourth watch!"
The herald waited all night, and finally received the order. He felt refreshed and was about to go out to deliver the order.
Wang Xian stopped him again and said: "Tell the military food officer to let the soldiers have a full meal!"
"Yes!" the herald responded and hurried out to deliver the order.
Following Wang Xian's order, the military camp became lively. The Huotou soldiers were called by the officers to light a fire and cook. In less than half an hour, the aroma of the food filled the entire camp.
"I'm not dreaming, am I? Why does it smell so good?" The sleeping soldiers were aroused by the smell of the food without the officer blowing the bugle to wake up.
"If there is meat, there must be meat!" The soldiers sat up, sniffing hard, drooling, and there was a thunderous sound in their stomachs.
People are like iron rice and steel. If they don't eat a meal, they will be hungry. These officers and soldiers have been in a state of half hunger and half full since noon yesterday, and they were even more hungry in the middle of the night. If this continues, their combat effectiveness will soon increase.
discount.
"Get up!" Hundreds of households originally wanted the soldiers to sleep a little longer, but when they saw this, they stopped waiting and ordered in a deep voice: "Pack your weapons and armor, and after eating, set off lightly!"
The soldiers were shocked when they heard the order. The so-called light equipment meant that they only carried weapons and armor, and all the bedding, blankets, pots and pots that had nothing to do with combat had to be thrown away. Usually this only occurs in two situations. One is to pursue desperately.
The enemy, secondly, had to run away desperately. Both situations were very unusual.
You know, when the Ming army pursued Arutai for thousands of miles, they only asked the forward army to travel lightly. There was never an order for the entire army to be lightly armed...