In a felt tent in Luocheng, Zhao Hongrun stared silently at the red chess pieces in the clay plate that represented Jiejiao's army, frowning slightly.
Not long ago, a group of Jiejiao cavalry used a wave of fire arrows to defeat Luocheng's attempt to defend with a sea of fire again, which really surprised Zhao Hongrun.
He thought, or rather, he was taking a chance, thinking that the Jiejiao people outside the city would not see through the secrets of the black water, and would also treat them like the Yi people here in Luocheng.
They mistakenly thought it was the heavenly fire and divine fire operated by the Wei people.
However, the facts proved that Zhao Hongrun underestimated the Jiejiao people so much that the Jiejiao people, who saw through the connection between oil and the sea of fire, used hundreds of fire arrows to cause the Wei army to lose a large amount of oil in vain.
This is a classic example of greed.
If Zhao Hongrun hadn't greedily tried to repeat the same trick, hoping to delay it for one more day, he wouldn't have wasted that batch of oil.
"Your Highness, all the generals are waiting outside the tent."
Zongwei Lu Mu reported to Zhao Hongrun.
Zhao Hongrun nodded and said, "Invite them in."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tent was raised, and several generals of the merchant navy stepped into the tent, including Wu Ji.
The military positions of these generals range from high to low, ranging from the commander-in-chief of an army to the generals of a thousand men in the army. However, these people have one thing in common, that is, they are all responsible for defending the main battlefield, that is, Shangshui at the West City Gate.
Military general.
"Two thousand soldiers of the Shang Shui Army general Yi Jia (excited á)..."
"With two thousand people, Chen Xie(ié)..."
"Thousands of people will come..."
"Thousands of people will make grains of clay..."
"Thousands of people will look forward to Tang..."
"Thousands of people will lead Xiang Li..."
"...Kowtow to His Highness Prince Su!"
Except for Wu Ji, the six merchant generals in the tent kowtowed to the ground and saluted after introducing themselves.
"Generals, please stand up." Zhao Hongrun gave a gesture of support and asked the six Shang Shui Army generals to stand up. At the same time, he secretly remembered the names and looks of these generals in his heart.
Youth is a common characteristic of Shang Shuijun.
At best, being young means being strong and energetic; at worst, being young means having little experience and being prone to making mistakes.
But having said that, only an army like this with a blank sheet of paper can lessen the chance for Zhao Hongrun to experiment with various tactics that are different from the mainstream of the world and instill his ideas into them.
These tactics and ideas may not be understood by long-established armies such as the Junshui Army, Dangshan Army, and Chenggao Army, or they may not be able to change due to years of habit formation.
Waving his hand to greet the generals to take their seats in the tent, Zhao Hongrun said in a deep voice: "You should also know that the secrets of the fierce fire oil in our Shang Shui Army have been discovered by Jie Jiao outside the city, and in the early morning of this morning
, a Jiejiao cavalry used fire arrows to ignite the fire oil deployed by our army outside the city yesterday... This means that our army can no longer rely on fire to defend Luocheng." At this point, he paused and asked
The generals asked: "Do you have anything to say about this?"
The generals looked at each other for a few times, and then thousands of people hugged Ran Teng and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness King Su, I have something you don't know whether to say or not."
"But it doesn't matter."
"Yes." Ran Teng, the general of thousands of people, clasped his fists and nodded, and said solemnly: "The general was supervising the battle on the city wall yesterday and found that many of the new soldiers in the army had forgotten their daily routine under the crazy attack of the slave soldiers in Jiejiao.
Training, face turned pale, limbs stiff... If there was no fierce fire oil and repeating crossbow yesterday, I'm afraid..."
He didn't say any more, but everyone present could understand what he wanted to express.
No, two thousand people general Yi Jia also echoed what he saw yesterday. For example, the soldiers in charge of the crossbows were almost vomiting and firing crossbow bolts in the second half of the journey, while the new soldiers in charge of carrying the corpses , and even vomited on the ground near the city gate.
How could a recruit like this stop those Jiejiao slave soldiers who were like wolves and tigers, risking their lives without the use of fierce fire and oil tactics?
Can't hold it!
This is what Ran Teng, a general of 1,000 men, and Yi Jia, a general of 2,000 men, want to express, but their words are relatively tactful.
In fact, Zhao Hongrun is very clear about this. After all, there are about six to seven thousand soldiers in the 20,000 Shang Shui Army. They are pure new soldiers who have only undergone three or four months of training. They have never seen the atmosphere of a battlefield. As for the rest of the soldiers, although we may call them veterans, in fact, they are just soldiers who have fought in the Yingshui Battle of Chu and Wei. They have only fought in a few battles, so they cannot be considered rich in experience at all.
Only a very small number of soldiers who have repeatedly attacked Fenxing Fortress under the leadership of Xiong Tuo, Lord of Yangcheng, and survived those few battles, those veterans who are close to thirty years old, can be considered to have real battlefield experience. Experienced soldiers.
Most of these soldiers have now been promoted by Wu Ji to the ranks of generals of 100 people, generals of 500 people, generals of 1,000 people, generals of 2,000 people, etc. It is hoped that the bravery of these people can be infected by the new recruits in the army, but yesterday they had a small test of their skills. The hand-to-hand combat proved that the Shang Shui Army was still too young and needed more time to hone.
The main reason is that the psychological quality is not good enough...
Zhao Hongrun sighed secretly.
He was not surprised. If he was asked to go to the battlefield with a weapon to kill the enemy, he would be like those new recruits, dumb as a wooden stake. After all, there are a few born killers in the world, and as soon as they set foot on the battlefield Can they perform as freely as veterans or even elites?
His Royal Highness Prince Su... actually never got angry?
Looking at Zhao Hongrun who was deep in thought and silent, all the generals in the tent were surprised. They thought that after making the prediction that it would be difficult to defend the city wall, His Highness King Su would be furious.
Perhaps noticing the strange looks in his eyes, Zhao Hongrun asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
The six generals looked at each other in confusion. For a long time, the two thousand general Chen Xie said cautiously: "The general thought that His Highness King Su would be angry..."
"Angry? Why?" Zhao Hongrun's face became even more puzzled.
Seeing this, Ran Teng, the general of thousands of people, hesitated for a moment and carefully explained the reason.
"That's it?" After hearing this, Zhao Hongrun laughed, shook his head and said: "What you said is the truth, how can I blame you?... Doing something you know you can't do is a taboo!" After a pause, he added: "However, I do not want to use this as an excuse for our army's defeat. As long as there is still a glimmer of hope, I will work hard to grasp it. Moreover, I hope that you can do the same and live up to your current position. .”
"Yes!" All the generals in the tent, including Wu Ji, clasped their fists and nodded.
At this time, Zhao Hongrun stood up, walked a few steps in the tent, and said in a deep voice: "Originally, I tried to use fierce fire oil to delay the war, so that the more than 200,000 Jiejiao troops outside the city would be destroyed every day. Weakened by the consumed food, however, since this tactic has been cracked by the Jiejiao people, then I will not waste the fierce fire oil in vain..." After saying that, he turned to look at the generals in the felt tent, with a serious expression. Said: "Since the defense is difficult, we will take the initiative to attack. The purpose is still the same, to interfere with the preparations of the Jiejiao people to attack the city."
Take the initiative?
The generals looked at each other.
At this time, Zhao Hongrun took out a piece of paper from his arms, beckoned and said, "Come forward."
The generals surrounded him without knowing what was going on.
August 18 was the third day that the Jiejiao tribe’s army besieged Luocheng.
Early in the morning, just after dawn, a group of Jiejiao cavalry came to the western suburbs of Luocheng City and fired another wave of fire arrows at the scorched earth in the western suburbs of Luocheng City that had been on fire for two consecutive days.
The result this time was different from yesterday. After the fire arrows landed, they did not ignite the ground like yesterday.
Seeing this, the Jiejiao cavalry immediately reported the matter to their clan leader Bitatu.
After receiving the news, Bitatu laughed loudly and immediately ordered preparations to attack the city.
After all, in his opinion, if the Wei people had not used the black water to create a fire curtain the day before yesterday, blocking the 200,000 slave soldiers he had enslaved in Jiejiao, how could a mere Luocheng have stopped him?
"(In the language of the Yi people) Today, we must conquer Luocheng!"
Before setting off, Bitatu motivated his troops with high spirits.
But just before setting off, a group of Jiejiao cavalry suddenly came back to report that an army was attacking in the west city of Luocheng.
At this time? The Wei people took the initiative?
Bitatu was stunned, because of the Wei people's "seeking death" approach. After all, in his opinion, under normal circumstances, Luocheng, with only about 30,000 people garrisoned, could not stop him at all.
With an army of more than 200,000, why did the Wei people dare to take the initiative to attack at this time?
Where did they get the courage?
After thinking for a while, Bitatu left the army that was still preparing to attack the city, and with only a few hundred Jiejiao cavalry, he rode up to the hillside and climbed up to look at the direction of Luocheng.
Sure enough, just like the news sent back by his Jiejiao sentries, there was indeed an army leaving the city from the direction of Luocheng.
And the leaders were actually some cavalrymen wearing sheepskin coats like them.
…
Bitatu frowned and his expression darkened.
Because he has realized that those cavalry are not from Wei, but from the Yi tribe, or the Yi tribe.
And these people's behavior of relying on the Wei people and trying to become enemies of the Jiejiao tribe, which is supposed to be a brother tribe, is definitely the worst betrayal in Bitatu's view!
Forget about the Yi people, why would you betray the Jie people as a Yi people?
Bitatu's face was as dark as water, and he said in his heart: Since you have decided to assist the Wei people and betray your compatriots, don't blame me for being cruel.
He rode his horse coldly and stood on the hillside, intending to watch the battle indifferently.
Because in his opinion, the opponent had so few troops and there was no need for him to respond at all. The slave soldiers enslaved by his Jiejiao tribe would engulf the army while attacking the city.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The horn sound representing the attack sounded, and the Jiejiao governors enslaved the slave soldiers and launched an offensive against the Wei army.
However, what stunned Bitatu was that he saw with his own eyes that the slave soldiers in his army, when they rushed towards the Wei soldiers like a tide, fell to the ground one by one like a hurricane blowing across the grass.
That's...
Bitatu squinted his eyes and looked at the Wei army protected by the Shen cavalry in horror. The chariot-like carriages were loaded with magical artifacts.
I saw that magical weapon constantly spitting out crossbow arrows as thick as fingers, causing unbelievable casualties to the slave soldiers who rushed towards them.
That is... Wei Guoliannu?
Bitatu's expression became much more solemn. (To be continued.)