Chapter 613: The Final Battle! Kill the Horse!

Chapter six hundred and thirteen

The water source problem of the Annan Protectorate Army is now quite serious. Daqin Ruozan's surprise attack had an effect. Almost on the same day, Wang Chong's army did not have much water to use.

And now, even Luo Ji and other high-ranking generals have rough skin and chapped lips, which shows how serious the water source problem of Annan's Protectorate Army is.

The number of stove fires in the Annan Protectorate Army is less than one-tenth of what it was before, and the drinking water for the horses has been controlled to the limit.

The morale of the army has long been falling and falling, and people are panicking. But at this time, Daqin Ruozan is still disturbing Annan's guard army with drinking water every day.

"Although this trick is simple, it is quite effective. We have no good countermeasures at all!"

The eagle looked down the mountain worriedly.

Now the water source problem in Datang is no secret, even the shield soldiers at the bottom know that there is not much water in the barracks. Daqin Ruozan sent people to bathe and wash horses with water before the battle every day, stimulating everyone.

There is already a serious lack of water. In this situation, everyone feels that their lips are getting more and more chapped, and their hearts are getting more and more thirsty.

It's a completely uncontrollable instinct.

Even if everyone understands that this is a life-and-death battlefield, they still have this kind of reaction completely uncontrollably.

People's hearts are fluctuating now, the eagle can feel this impetuous and uneasy standing on the top of the mountain, the feeling in his heart can be imagined.

"Kill the horse!"

Wang Chong said abruptly.

"What?"

The eagle was startled, unable to react in his mind.

"Kill some horses and use their blood to temporarily quench their thirst. This is the only expedient solution at present."

Wang Chong said in a deep voice.

"But, without the horses, what about your master's plan? Besides, there are not many horses in the Annan Protectorate Army now."

The eagle looked astonished. He never expected that Wang Chong would suddenly propose such a strategy.

the previous war,

The mountaintop cavalry troops reserved by Wang Chong played a huge role, and it can even be said to have played a key role in turning the battlefield. Feng Jiayi led Meng Shezhao's most elite "Dragon Son Legion", almost piercing through all the Tang's front lines and killing them all the way to the top of the mountain.

In the end, it was Wang Chong's cavalry who used a surprise attack to seize a flaw and cut off the Dragon Army's front and back, breaking his edge. More than one-third of Fengzi's army died in the battle, and even Feng Jiayi almost died on the mountain.

If it wasn't for his subordinates escorting him to escape desperately.

Without a war horse in Datang, it means that there is a lot less room for maneuver.

"It's enough to slaughter a part. Now it's a day to procrastinate. Now the fight is who can last longer. The order continues, and now the daily drinking is calculated by drop. If it is not necessary, you must not consume any one at will. Drip."

Wang Chong said.

A 60,000-strong army supplies water by the drop every day, which is simply unimaginable for a regular army. But now there is no other way. If it were the same as before, this kind of practice would definitely cause a huge panic.

But now, after Daqin Ruozan's non-stop exaggeration, it's all right.

This is also a mistake.

"The subordinate understands."

Eagle nodded.

"In addition, Daqin Ruozan's current situation is no better than ours!"

Under the flagpole, Wang Chong looked across and suddenly laughed.

Daqin Ruozan worked hard every day at the foot of the mountain, pouring water, washing horses, and bathing in front of all the Annan military guards.

But in his own situation, Wang Chong didn't even need to do anything, and he didn't even need to imitate, it was already messy enough.

Water shortage, just save a little.

It used to be one bag a day, but now it is twice a day, five or six drops each time, seven or eight drops is enough, and it can persist after a long time. But without beef and mutton, what should we do if we cannot get used to the food of the farming nation?

Let people who eat beef and mutton eat rice every day? eat vegetable? That is the "grass" in their eyes!

Other people might be able to endure it, but the Uzbek Tibetans are known for being fierce, brave, and aggressive, and they are not the kind of people who can hold their temper.

Standing on the top of the mountain and looking around, the front of the formation is peaceful. But the rear of the Mongolian-Ukrainian coalition forces has long been in trouble. Even after such a distance, Wang Chong could still hear the croaking noises in the distance.

Within a day, as far as Wang Chong could see, there had been at least seventeen or eight fights, all of which were between Mongolian and Uganda soldiers. Wang Chong could guess that the Tibetans in Uzbekistan were short of food, so they must have set their minds on the Tibetans in Uzbekistan.

After all, in name, Mengwu was an ally, and Uzang sent troops for Mengshe Zhao.

It's a pity that the two sides don't understand each other's language, so this has become a simple unreasonable trouble, deliberately finding fault, and even fighting, the estrangement is getting deeper and deeper.

If things go on like this, Wang Chong doesn't even need to do anything, he can see that Meng and Wu are in conflict with each other, losing troops and losing generals.

"Daqin Ruozan, even if you are wise and close to a monster, you would never have expected such a thing to happen. If you want to deal with Datang, you have to pay the price! No matter what, Wu Sizang will definitely not be the winner!"

Looking at the distance, Wang Chong secretly said in his heart.

"I need to go and be quiet. Eagle, I leave this to you."

After leaving these words, Wang Chong turned around and disappeared on the top of the mountain.

...

At the foot of the mountain, in the tent, Daqin Ruozan was in a much more serious situation than Wang Chong wanted.

One letter after another flew into Daqin Ruozan's hands like snowflakes. On the first day, I don't know how many war horses and spies traveled between the plateau and the southwestern part of the Tang Dynasty. An unprecedented plague is breaking out on the plateau.

Hundreds of thousands, millions of cattle and sheep are scattered on the plateau, falling to the ground constantly. Although cattle and sheep are the staple food of the Tibetans in Uzbekistan, once diseased or plagued, they can no longer eat.

And if diseased cattle and sheep are eaten, even people will get sick and die, and there is no cure.

Daqin Ruozan just sent hundreds of thousands of troops to besiege heavily, making Wang Chong and the people of Tang fall into a state of thirst, but Wang Chong caused most of the grassland to fall into famine.

The current plague is spreading from the royal family of Ali to the entire plateau, and the impact is so great that even the king of Tibet was alarmed. Now at the border around Ali's royal family, the Tibetan king has mobilized a large number of troops to intercept and kill all wandering cattle and sheep, and even the general who was fighting fiercely with Goshuhan has been mobilized from the army.

The seriousness of this kind of thing can be imagined.

But even so, there is no guarantee that no fish will slip through the net.

Daqin Ruozan looked at the documents on the table, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became. If it weren't for the fact that the battle for the Southwest has reached a critical juncture, riding a tiger is hard to get off. He had already led the army to retreat back.

"This royal son!!"

Daqin Ruozan clenched his fists fiercely, and veins appeared on his forehead.

As the wise minister of Ali's royal family, Daqin Ruozan kept a feather fan in his hand for many years, giving people the impression that he was gentle and refined, and rarely got angry. But this matter has completely exceeded the scope of Daqin Ruozan's psychological acceptance.

The plague spread wantonly on the grassland, poisoning thousands of cattle and sheep, turning the entire grassland into a plague land. teenagers did it.

Daqin Ruozan had always thought that Wang Chong was a military genius with some talent but lacked experience, but he didn't know until this moment that the boy on that mountain had a heart that was more cruel and terrifying than he had imagined.

"Have the more than a thousand elite riders been found?"

Daqin Ruo praised.

"Returning to the Prime Minister, they come and go without a trace, and their strength is extremely high. The tribal herdsmen on the plateau can't stop them at all. Moreover, their weapons are also very sharp. Our weapons will break easily when they touch them."

At the entrance of the tent, a herald knelt there for an unknown how long.

"Sharp?"

Daqin Ruozan closed his eyes, thinking of something in his mind.

"By the way, Prime Minister, the masters of the Daxue Mountain Temple are already tracking them down."

The herald remembered something and raised his head.

"knew."

Daqin Ruozan raised his head and looked at the top of the tent, but his face did not change at all. After such a long time, the cavalry has not been resolved. Obviously, they have found some way to get rid of the people from the Daxueshan Temple.

Moreover, this terrible panic has spread on the plateau, and what awaits Wu Sizang will be several years, ten years, or even decades of panic. Now the plateau is already a hell.

The damage has already been done, and it is too late to say anything.

"Pass down the order and block the news. Before the war is over, don't let anyone know about the things on the plateau."

Daqin Ruozan closed his eyes and said, his clothes were trembling. For the first time in decades of prime minister, he was forced to this point.

"Yes, Prime Minister."

The herald at the camp responded, and when he got up, his body paused, but he stood up quickly.

"Tell me! Where have you been?"

Daqin Ruo praised without raising his head.

"President, if that boy on the top of the mountain..., he can speak our Uzbek Tibetan language."

The herald looked boldly at the prime minister in the camp, his eyes full of worry. That Wang family son was the one who started everything. At this time, if he wants to spread the news, this is the best time.

"Won't!"

Daqin Ruozan vetoed it without even thinking about it. He raised his head, closed his eyes tightly, and couldn't see the slightest expression on his face:

"Although he spread the plague, if he was really wise, he would never say it. Because no one would believe it."

Many people already knew that there was a problem with the logistics and food supply of the Uzbek army. But no one would have thought that this was related to an unprecedented plague on the plateau.

Because it is completely beyond imagination, no one will believe it at all. What's more, Wang Chong is still an enemy.

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