Wang Fang and Li Lu looked at Dong Ling with a confused expression:
"General Dong, we have enmity with the Yingte people, but we are not friends with the Taixi people. Wouldn't it be better to watch them dog-eat-dog."
Li Lu's face was rather ugly, and his tone was somewhat dissatisfied:
"The Taixi people helped the barbarians and destroyed western Liaoning. Now there are corpses everywhere in western Liaoning, all thanks to the Taixi people."
Dong Ling squinted his eyes: "Why, do the two generals have objections to the prince's military order, or are they dissatisfied with the decision of the General Staff Office?"
"The last general will not dare"
Wang Fang and Li Lu immediately lowered their heads, their faces full of fear. Although they were dissatisfied with the Taixi people, they did not have the courage to anger Dong Ling.
Dong Ling stood up: "Now our Han country is very strong, but have you ever thought about why we are so strong?"
"Without the prince, Han is nothing. Not to mention fighting with the Taixi people, the Yingte people can also use strong crossbows to hit our hometown."
"In this war, we want to get powerful crossbows, the opportunity to march west of Jiameng Pass, and the special gold in the barbarian tribes."
Dong Ling looked at the two of them: "Things that can be snatched by both the Taixi people and the Yingte people must be good things. As long as the prince of our country is here, he is qualified to intervene."
Li Lu said doubtfully: "The imperial guards have entered the barbarian tribes many times, and our spies have also gone deep into the windy sands of the West many times, but nothing special has been found."
Wang Fang suddenly said: "Xiaolun Gongbu was the original young patriarch of the Barbarian tribe, and now he is one of the leaders of the three-thirds of the Barbarian tribe. Things that he doesn't even know about may not really exist, right?"
Dong Ling sneered: "Little Wheel Gongbu?"
"What does Xiaolun Gonbo rely on to achieve his current status? Is it his own brain?"
The generals in the hall looked at you and me, and I looked at you. They all didn’t understand what Dong Ling meant. It was not relying on his own brain, but relying on other people’s brains.
Dong Ling continued: "What he relied on was that he was afraid of being beaten by the prince. When he met the prince, he ran away. As long as it was a battle hosted by the prince, his small wheel of gongbu would know how to escape, and he would even escape with his wrapped soldiers."
"After several battles, others lost their troops and generals because of fighting with the prince, but he was better off. The power of his men increased several times, and he became one of the three major forces of the barbarians."
Li Lu nodded heavily: "That seems to be it."
Sun Xiu, who had been promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Colonel of the General Staff Office, said:
"General, how should we approach this time? Your Majesty has not yet arrived, and neither have the generals Cao Hua who are good at commanding the army. We have no chance of winning against the Yingtes or the barbarians."
Dong Ling smiled: "Before I came, the prince had already given me some advice and taught me part of his art of war. Although I am not as good as General Cao Hua now, it is not a problem to defeat the Yingte people."
Before Dong Ling went out, he did ask Su Lu about the art of war, and also asked Su Lu for his opinion on how this battle should be directed.
After Su Lu gave him the art of war, he said, follow your inner thoughts and fight however you want.
Dong Ling was a little confused. Is this how the invincible prince fights? This seems to be a bit of a joke, right?
"Rise up your troops and go into the desert tomorrow to fight the Yingte people and try out your prince's tactics first."
Dong Ling ordered.
She also had some doubts about the prince's belief in following one's heart. After all, how could one follow one's heart when it came to fighting? I don't have any talent for fighting. Would it be harmful to everyone if one followed one's heart?
Five days later, Jiameng was two hundred miles away from Guanxi.
In the Han army's camp, Sun Xiu stepped on the gravel and entered the Chinese army's tent. He patted the sand on his body and said to Dong Ling:
"General, the spies are here to report that they have found traces of the Taisi Inte people. Sixty miles to the southwest, on the alluvial plain near the Berna River, there is an ancient city. The two armies are fighting around the ancient city."
Dong Ling opened the defense map and summoned the officers from the General Staff Office to discuss the next step in the war.
"This place is flat and there are no passes to defend. It is a good place to attack. We can take advantage of the situation when the two armies are fighting."
"The Yingte people are not fools. If we hold an army like this, they must have discovered us and will not be unprepared."
"I agree with Lao Zhang's statement. Even if the Yingte people are prepared for a sneak attack, they can't defeat us. If we attack from both sides, we will definitely not be defeated."
Dong Ling squinted at the defense map and listened to the discussion, a smile appeared on his wheat-colored cheeks.
The more I look at the defense map, the clearer my understanding of the battle situation seems to be. When combined with the tactics given to me by the prince, I feel even clearer.
General Zhang is right, he can fight a dozen.
"Regulate the army and prepare for war. We will sneak to the Bernard River tonight. The Yingte people will never expect that we will arrive overnight and attack them unprepared. Our goal this time is not to defeat the Yingte people. Our goal is to obtain a powerful crossbow.
Crossbow, everything is easy to talk about."
That night, the Han army packed up their uniforms and marched at night. They arrived at the Berna River before dawn and hid behind a sandbag near the Berna River.
Dong Ling covered his face with a hood and lay down on the sand to take a nap. The nearby sergeants hid themselves and closed their eyes to take a nap.
"General, the war between the British and the Westerners has begun."
The guard's reminder woke Dong Ling from his sleep.
Dong Ling put away his pocket, rubbed his sleepy eyes, slightly stuck his head out, and looked at the battlefield through the hills.
In the middle of the endless yellow sand, two military formations opened up, the familiar Thai-Western phalanx in the west, and the British military formation in the east. Flying in the sky were birds from both sides, but because the speed was too slow, both sides
The bird soldiers were restrained and did not dare to enter each other's shooting range.
"Tell me again when the fight is almost done."
Dong Ling patted the dust on his pocket, covered his face with the pocket again, and continued to close his eyes.
The war is about to begin, and you must be in good spirits, otherwise if you lose the battle in a short while, the gains will outweigh the losses.
"General, the Taixi people have shown signs of decline. Their front army is in chaos. If we don't take action, we will face the Yingte people who are carrying the power of victory. This battle will not be easy to win."
This time, Sun Xiu was awakened. Sun Xiu's eyes were full of worry. The war was about to begin. General Dong Ling only knew how to sleep. Could it be that she was scared and wanted to rely on sleep to relieve her anxiety before the war.
The prince has never slept in before a war. General Dong Ling...
Dong Ling turned over and sat up, straightened his pocket, and gave instructions:
"Regulate the army, form a spear formation, and prepare to charge into the formation."
Facing the Yingte formation, when she closed her eyes just now, Dong Ling had already thought of countless ways in her mind, but her intuition told her that none of them had a better chance of winning than directly forming a spear formation and charging forward.
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Just before Sun Xiu woke her up, Dong Ling was still struggling with what to do.
Thinking of the prince's arrangements before leaving, Dong Ling gritted his teeth:
"Get ready to charge into battle."
Although he said this, Dong Ling felt nervous in his heart. Congxin, Congxin? He has no talent for fighting. I really don't know if it is right to follow the heart...
