Chapter 330: Dark Shadow in the Snowstorm

"How many people are there in the large group?" Qian Zhixian asked nervously.

"This... I can't tell. It was too dark. I only saw a lot of tents in the snow." The subordinate replied, "I'm worried that if I get too close and get caught by them, I won't be able to bring back the news."

"Sir Qian, let me ask." Zhang Zhubu took over the conversation, "How far are these people from the official road?"

"About... one or two miles."

"Are there any convoys on the official road? Are they setting up obstacles on the road?"

The subordinate shook his head repeatedly, "This little one can see clearly. The snow on the road is quite thick. I can't even see a person, let alone a convoy. As for the roadblocks... I didn't notice that they set up checkpoints near the official road."

"Are there fences around the tents?"

"Not seen."

"Well," said Zhang Zhubu thoughtfully, "The last question, you should have discovered the enemy half an hour ago, and there should be smoke rising from those tents. What do you think the smoke looks like? Turbid fog or gray water vapor?"

This question made his subordinates ponder, "My lord, I think... it should be the one in front."

"Okay, you go down." Zhubu waved his hand and turned to the magistrate and said, "My lord Qian, the number of the enemy should not be too many, it should be between three hundred and one thousand."

"Oh? How do you know?"

"The official road is empty, which proves that this team has no baggage. Camping on the official road If they are near the road, it means that they are ready to retreat at any time. "The chief clerk said in an orderly manner, "In addition, I have learned in the Shenzhou garrison that whenever there are more than a thousand people, the tents must be set up separately and separated by fences. This is to prevent the enemy's fire attack and sneak attack, and to reduce the damage caused by the camp. "

"Is that so," Qian Zhixian nodded repeatedly, "then what does the cooking smoke represent?"

"If the cooking smoke is turbid and foggy, it means that they have temporarily collected wood from nearby. Because of the heavy moisture and impurities, the smoke is extremely heavy when burning; while the grayish white smoke means that it is dry firewood, which is easy to ignite and will not choke people, but needs to be burned. Prepare in advance. "

"There are two meanings here - if it is an army of one or two thousand people, it is impossible to maintain a campfire by picking up wood. What if there is no suitable forest nearby, or if something unexpected happens, won't these people starve to death? In that case, the morale of the army will be dispersed. Therefore, their number must be limited, which is consistent with the previous judgment of lack of supplies. "

"The second is that they have no plan to siege for a long time, and they probably take it one step at a time. Since the wood is picked up temporarily, the rations should also be extremely limited. In addition to the round-trip journey, I guess this army can only stay in the snow for three days at most! "

Zhang Zhubu became more and more confident as he spoke, and the last sentence was almost said in a loud voice.

"Good, good!" After Qian Zhixian praised twice, he suddenly laughed out loud.

"Why are you laughing, sir?"

"I'm laughing at them for being too timid." He patted his thigh and said, "If a force of hundreds of people had not said anything and had rushed into Baisha City all at once, wouldn't I have fallen into their hands long ago? Not daring to do such a treasonous thing, but trying to put pressure on me with a letter, you are underestimating me."

Zhixian Qian was both relieved and sarcastic. Sure enough, in the face of right and wrong, even the princess's private soldiers had to weigh their words.

"Tomorrow, I will wait for them at the north gate of the city - I want to see which thief dares to commit such a treasonous crime!"

...

The next day, the light snow still showed no signs of stopping.

The sky was a hazy light gray, with no clouds or sunshine, as if a huge pot with no visible edges was turned upside down on the silver-white earth.

The vast countryside outside the city was covered with snow, and the ground was as flat as a blanket. Obviously, in this weather, going out has become an inappropriate thing. Even the birds that are usually seen have almost disappeared.

However, Baisha City is unusually noisy.

This county town is not as important as Jinxia. The city wall is less than nine feet high, and there is no pedestrian path on the top. The wall is divided into two layers, the outer layer is brick and stone, and the inner layer is wooden frame. Defenders can climb the wooden frame to reach the upper part of the city wall, reveal half of their bodies, shoot arrows at invaders, or throw stone ropes. And important positions like the gate will also be set up with sentry towers and watchtowers in the back, and these facilities are basically equipped with large crossbows. Ordinary bandits who want to attack the city will be hit head-on in front of this line of defense.

At this time, the people gathered by each family have occupied the north gate city wall.

After changing into armor and official standard weapons, these private soldiers actually look decent, at least few of them show fear.

Compared with the private soldiers of the Fei and Tang families, the yamen runners seem much looser. Qian Zhixian simply transferred them all down and asked them to be responsible for logistics matters such as carrying arrows and hot oil. At the same time, in order to prevent the enemy from cheating, he also arranged a fifty-man guard team at the west gate, east gate and south gate.

After arranging the deployment, Qian Zhixian handed over the command to Zhang Zhubu, and he went up to the watchtower to monitor the battle situation from a high altitude with Fei Zhuang and Tang Yingzhi.

"It's almost Si time." Tang Yingzhi glanced at the sky and said, "If the letter is not bluffing, the arrest team should have appeared."

"As the saying goes, all is fair in war. This kind of intimidation may just be to test your determination." Fei Zhuang stared at the distance expressionlessly, "I'm afraid that the prefect Hong was frightened by the princess."

"Hmph, I'm not so easy to talk to without the imperial decree!" Qian Zhixian said coldly.

He was legitimately admitted to the position, and Baisha City was his place of residence. How could he easily give it to others?

At this time, a few scattered black shadows appeared on the gray-white skyline.

Obviously something was approaching the county town.

"They are coming!" Tang Yingzhi whispered.

"The thieves are really daring?" Qian Zhixian clenched his fists-to be honest, he always had a trace of doubt in his heart. Directly attacking an official appointed by the court without going through the Ministry of Personnel, no matter what the reason is, is already a blatant rebellion. If it was a country bumpkin, it would be fine, he couldn't imagine someone knowing this and deliberately risking his life.

"The other side doesn't seem to have many people?" Tang Yingzhi narrowed his eyes in doubt. The black shadows did not gradually connect into one, but were isolated and maintained at four or five, and at the same time they were far apart from each other, estimated to be about a hundred steps away.

The question is, can they attack Baisha City with just a handful of people? Are they dreaming?

"No..." Fei Zhuang noticed something unusual. The outlines of those black shadows were too big. Even if they were fierce generals in the army, they couldn't be so burly, right? "...Are you sure they are people?"

"Not people?" County Magistrate Qian frowned, "What else could it be?"

However, no one could answer this question.

...

On the other side, Ning Wanjun could already see the slender city wall in the distance.

She drove her own exclusive mechanical beast "Suzaku" and steadily moved forward in the snow, and behind her were two long lines of soldiers.

The same was true for other teams.

The other four black mass-produced Guan beasts "Xuanwu A-type" each led a team, and together with the princess's car, they divided the first batch of vanguard troops into ten long columns.

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...Guan Chen, who ran to his death on a road of no return in his previous life, came here and planned to give himself a long vacation.