In the typhoon shelter, Arutai, an old Tatar master, was eating meat and drinking from a large bowl with a group of Tatar nobles. At this time, the sandstorm outside was getting bigger and bigger. Arutai was enjoying the flattery of a group of Tatar nobles.
At that time, I felt that the wine and meat were extremely delicious, so I couldn't help but drink a few more bowls. After all, the old lady was getting old, and she felt dizzy and heavy after drinking until midnight, so she had someone help her back to sleep.
All the Tatar nobles hurriedly sent the old master to the entrance of the tent. Arutai waved his hands to everyone in a drunken state: "You continue, I will go back and have a sleep first, and then we will continue to fight!"
"Old Master, just rest, we are waiting for you!" The Tatar nobles watched Arutai leave and couldn't wait to go back and continue drinking.
"I've been on tenterhooks all the way, and I had to keep one eye open when sleeping. I can finally have a good sleep!" This was the only thought that flashed through Arutai's mind.
The carnival was still going on, and the Tatar nobles were even more liberal in the absence of the old master. Especially Abu Zian, who was afraid that his indulgent appearance would be caught by the old master and affect his hard-earned heir status. He drank just now
When he was eating meat, he couldn't let go. Now that he was fine, as soon as the old master left, his nature as a drunkard was revealed, and he drank and drank without hesitation. Not only did he drink by himself, but he also drank
Together with a group of Tatar nobles, they had a great time playing guessing games and drinking wine.
With Abu Zian taking the lead, the Tatar nobles followed suit. For a time, the tent was full of people drinking and laughing, and they were living happily. The Tatar soldiers below were not to be outdone. Many of them were already drunk and ran away.
I vomited outside the tent and continued to drink wildly when I came back. The man in the typhoon shelter was so drunk that he could kill a live cow!
In the Ming army's camp, all the soldiers had been awakened. At this time, the food was ready, and the whole army began to eat.
Since yesterday, the supplies of the soldiers have been reduced by half, and naturally they are all hungry. Seeing a pot full of rice and large pieces of barbecue now is more intimate than seeing relatives! No one can think twice at this moment.
They all gulped down their food, fearing that if they were too slow to eat, others would take away their share.
There is a skill in eating in the army. When you can't share a bowl with each person, just pour it. In this case, when there is still something left in each person's bowl*, you must not take too much in the first bowl. Otherwise, you will not have enough in the bowl.
After finishing the meal, the person's bowl was filled with less food, and he had already gone to fill the second bowl.
Therefore, the correct way is to serve a small bowl first, finish it quickly and then serve the second bowl. This will definitely eat more than serving a large bowl and not being able to serve the second bowl after finishing it.
When the experienced veterans served the second bowl, their eating speed suddenly slowed down. They held their rice bowls and huddled together in small groups, talking secretly: "You called us in the middle of the night.
I got up to eat, and I’m still so full, it looks like I’m going to fight.”
"Just fight! As long as the marshal is here, he will not get any favor from the Tatars." Naturally, many soldiers were full of confidence in Wang Xian.
But some people are worried and say: "If someone really cuts off our food supply, this battle will be really difficult to fight..."
"It's easy to eat carrots and worry about nothing. If the food supply is really cut off, can we still be allowed to eat freely?" Once their stomachs were filled, most of the soldiers regained their optimism and no longer looked as sluggish as they were when they were hungry last night: "Yes.
Eat it with all your heart! As for whether to fight or not, it will be decided by the marshal."
"Yes! Yes!" All the soldiers nodded and said, "Aren't we just here to fight on this prairie? What nonsense, let's fill our stomachs first!"
After all the soldiers in the battalion had finished eating, under the command of the officers, they came to the open space in the camp to line up and assemble.
After all the soldiers were assembled, the open space in the camp was completely silent, with only the sound of the howling wind passing above everyone's heads.
On the high platform in the center of the camp, there were several fires made of firewood. The strong wind caused the flames to dance, and strings of sparks were swept into the sky.
All the generals were fully armed and stood solemnly on the high platform. When the soldiers saw Shangguan's appearance, they all dared not breathe. The atmosphere in the camp was extremely solemn.
"Marshal is here!" A loud shout broke the silence in the camp. The officers and soldiers turned their heads and looked at Wang Xian who appeared on the high platform surrounded by Liu Sheng, Mo Wen, Xu Huaiqing and other generals.
, paying attention to him.
Wang Xian wears a black cloak on his shoulders, and hangs on his waist the emperor's sword with golden shark skin and embedded with pearls. His expression is calm and his eyes are firm.
"You brats," Liu Sheng said to the soldiers first as usual, "Are you all full?"
"Hey, hey, I'm full..." the officers and soldiers said embarrassedly.
"I think I haven't eaten enough." Liu Sheng suppressed his smile.
"Master Marquis," the officers and soldiers were stunned, "we are really full..."
"Speak louder when you're full!" Liu Sheng shouted at the top of his lungs.
"You're full!" At this time, everyone shouted with all their strength, their voices rising to the sky.
"That's pretty much it." After Liu Sheng finished speaking, he turned to one side and said, "Please give me a lecture."
All the soldiers held their heads high and looked at their commander.
Wang Xian glanced at the soldiers, smiled slightly and said: "It's good that we are all full." After a pause, he said in a deep voice: "This is probably our last full meal..."
"What? What?" There was a bang, and the soldiers who were originally solemn couldn't help but panic when they heard the sound. Some of them whispered to each other: "Look, look, what did I say? Our food route has been cut off!
"
More people looked at Wang Xian nervously, hoping that the marshal was joking with them.
The officers were also immersed in shock and forgot to scold the soldiers and maintain order.
As for the senior generals who knew the specific situation, they were even more horrified. They didn't know why Wang Xian wanted to tell the truth? If the soldiers knew the real situation, what morale could there be in the army? There was no need for Tatars at this time, let alone
If the three guards of Duoyan come to attack, the army itself will collapse!
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Wang Xian. There was strong shock, strong confusion, strong doubts, and strong panic in their eyes... If it were an ordinary person who was stared at by these eyes, he would probably directly
It would collapse, but Wang Xian seemed to be unaware of it and still said to himself without changing his expression: "I learned yesterday that our food route was cut off by at least 30,000 to 40,000 Yan people a few days ago, so you just
Food is our last ration!"
All the soldiers gasped. If Wang Xian had not always loved his soldiers like his own son, commanded decisively, and had high prestige, it would have been a minor insult for the soldiers to yell at him, and they might have even killed him alive.
You know you are running out of food, why don't you save money? Don't you know that there is no food to eat? If you eat too much, it will turn into shit?!
"So, I am here to announce that we have run out of food." Wang Xian said as if nothing had happened, "We have two options now. One is to retreat to the west, but the Duoyan people will definitely chase after them.
Behind us, that old bastard Arutai will probably not miss this opportunity to get a bargain. We have no food, how can we persevere and escape thousands of miles back to the King's City?"
The soldiers all looked at each other and were speechless. They never expected that the situation would take a turn for the worse and change so quickly. The heroic division that had been winning consecutive battles and pursuing fiercely would be on the verge of fleeing for their lives in the blink of an eye.
What is more tragic than escaping in the blink of an eye is that there is no way to escape at all... As the marshal said, there is no food in the army and there are chasing troops. The plan of retreating to the west seems to be completely unfeasible.
Many soldiers suddenly realized, no wonder the marshal wanted us to have a full meal. Three days of food and grass were used for every piece of shit, it would be better to be a dead ghost!
"Then go south and fight them!" After knowing that there was no way to retreat, the soldiers stretched their necks and shouted: "Kill those arrogant Tatars and eat their meat and you can go back!"
This is the arrogant and powerful general of the early Ming Dynasty. He has swept away the humble and cowardly Han people since the Song Dynasty. He stands on this ancient eastern land with an attitude of arrogance and contempt for the world! He is chasing the glory of the Han and Tang Dynasties!
This is the Chinese martial spirit that Wang Xian must protect no matter what. He must not let the Han people's high fighting spirit and this pride of looking down on the world be cut off in his own hands!
In the Ming army camp, torches were shining in the sky, and the wind was getting louder and louder. The gravel and stones rolled up hit the soldiers' faces with pain. But no one cared about this. They only waited for the order from the desperate commander, and then went south to fight with the Tartars.
Fight to the death!
However, Wang Xian poured cold water on them and said: "It's not right to go south. The Duoyan people are as cunning as foxes and will definitely avoid fighting. As long as they drag us for a few days, we will be too hungry to draw or swing our bows."
Draw out the sword, and when the time comes, they will pounce on them, killing pigs and sheep, effortlessly..."
"Ah..." After hearing what Wang Xian said, the soldiers also knew that going south was also a dead end. They were stunned there, unable to go west or south. Could it be that they were committing collective suicide?
"Marshal, what should we do?!" The soldiers looked anxiously at their backbone. At this time, they could only look at the commander.
Wang Xian looked at the expressions of the soldiers and knew that the fire was almost over, so he said loudly: "Fortunately, there is no road ahead, and our scouts discovered Arutai's hiding place!"
"Ah!" Amid the exclamations of the soldiers, Wang Xian's confident voice resounded over the camp: "There is an oasis a hundred miles into the desert, called the Typhoon Shelter! It is the hiding place prepared by Alutai.
He stored a large amount of food and supplies in it..."
When the soldiers first heard that Arutai had been discovered, their reaction was not very strong. But when they heard Wang Xian say that a large amount of food and grass supplies were stored in the oasis, they all couldn't hold it in anymore with a buzzing sound! They were all gearing up,
They wanted to fly over with their wings, and they all shouted, asking Wang Xian to fight: "Marshal! Please give the order, we are willing to go straight to the enemy's nest and destroy this imperial food!"
"Yes, Marshal, please give the order! We are already hungry and thirsty!" The soldiers were so excited that they started talking nonsense.