Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Six: Children Break the Thief

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Just when everyone is cheering.

The officials who came in a hurry had already ordered people to light torches and surrounded Ouyang Zhi.

Each of them had a smile of fear of the future on their faces, and the excitement in their hearts was beyond words.

Ouyang Xiu's writing is really their reassurance.

But when they raised their eyes to look at Ouyang Xiuzhuan, they saw that Ouyang Xiuzhuan's face was still blank, without the slightest expression on his face, his eyes were under the firelight, and he couldn't see the slightest fluctuation.

Patrolman Li Shan's body trembled involuntarily. Could this be the legendary "Children Break the Thief"?

When he first learned the allusion of the boy who broke the thief, Li Shan still didn't believe that such a person existed in the world, but now it seems...

Li Shan took a deep breath, he really let himself see such a person.

The allusion of this child breaking the thief comes from the Battle of Feishui. At that time, the emperor Fu Jian of the former Qin Dynasty led an army to attack the Western Jin Dynasty. He claimed that there were 800,000 people. In the river, it is enough to cut off the river.

At that time, the number of soldiers and horses in the Eastern Jin Dynasty was only 100,000.

Under such circumstances, Xie An, a famous scholar in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, was ordered to fight a decisive battle with the people of the former Qin Dynasty. At the end of the war, Xie An was playing chess with his guests. When the news came, someone put the news on the side of his chess playing bed, but Xie An didn't even look at the news and continued to concentrate on playing chess.

When the guest couldn't stand it anymore, he couldn't help but ask Xie An, what kind of letter is this?

Xie An just replied lightly: "Your generation has already broken the thief."

The so-called younger generation is just because the ones fighting ahead are his nephew Xie Xuan and others.

This battle is related to the national destiny of the entire Eastern Jin Dynasty, and even more related to the future of the Xie family in Bird Clothes Lane, but Xie An still plays chess as before, completely disregarding this victory.

Xie An was forced to this point, so that people in later generations all respect Xie An when they mention it.

Now... isn't it the child who breaks the thief?

This night attack, if there is a slight mistake, Jinzhou will fall, including Ouyang Xiuzhuan, everyone will be dead, and now the invading enemy has been defeated with great difficulty, countless people rejoice, thankful that they can see tomorrow again How exciting is the sun.

Li Shan himself couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, he just wanted to let out a wild roar along with the soldiers and civilians.

But... Ouyang Xiuzhuan, still expressionless as usual, neither happy with things nor sad with himself, the faint blankness on his face not only shows his contempt for the Tatars, but also represents his disdain for this small incident There is no joy in winning.

It was as if he had expected that the soldiers and civilians would be able to repel the Tatars. If he was given a feather fan scarf, wouldn't it be the reincarnation of Kongming who knew things like a god, strategized, and understood yin and yang?

Li Shan shivered, but he was overwhelmed with admiration in his heart.

The other people, of course, are not as knowledgeable as Li Shan, and can know the allusion of Xiao Er Po Zei, but seeing Ouyang Xiu write such a story, they all tremble in their hearts and tremble.

As for Ouyang Zhi, it took him a long time... before he suddenly realized that he survived.

Finally survived, it was not easy.

This time, if the Tartars broke the city, they would never see their benefactor again, and all the soldiers and civilians in the city would be trapped in fire and water. At that time, Jinzhou would definitely be a hell on earth.

He suddenly felt that he should be happy.

But this joyful energy seems to have passed with the passage of time, and it seems a little out of date.

Well, stop laughing, sleepy, sleep, maybe tomorrow will be another fierce battle.

Ouyang Zhi did not forget to order: "Strengthen the defense of the city walls everywhere, and there must be no more mistakes."

"yes."

The generals who answered him couldn't hide the excitement in their throats, and their voices trembled.

Born Ouyang Xiuzhu, I should be able to survive.

After being caught off guard by a surprise attack, the entire city of Jinzhou, instead of being frightened, became... even more excited.

It was as if under the night sky, a ray of dawn had just emerged, and they firmly believed that this ray of dawn would pierce the darkness sooner or later, and they, too, would live on and prosper.

Sure!

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Dawn of the morning.

The corpses of Tatars were thrown from the city wall like dead dogs.

The soldiers and civilians in the city had already prepared a large number of infantry archers to wait for the Tatars to snatch back their comrades' corpses, and then shot arrows to kill all the Tatars who approached.

So... the Tartars did not act rashly.

On this vast snowfield, the exhausted Tatars looked particularly dazzling.

They are really tired.

After experiencing the initial pride, they have never been so tired.

Facing this tall city wall, they wished they could rush to the bottom of the city and hit the damned wall hard with their heads.

But after cursing and being angry, they found that they were still... powerless.

Early in the morning, they continued to kill horses, and the number of horses became less and less.

Forty thousand iron cavalry and ninety thousand war horses are now only half left.

If he continued to kill, he might lose his own mount.

What's even more frightening is that the fodder has been almost exhausted.

Without fodder, in this desolate snow field, the war horses have no strength anymore, without horses, they are just a group of two-legged

lamb.

The army has already begun to waver, because in order to save food, they ate up the voles, scraped off the bark of the nearby forests, and even boiled the bones of the cattle over and over again, and even peeled off the leather clothes of the dead. , Put it in the pot and cook it, barely...you can still taste a little umami.

They don't want to continue to kill horses, horses are their good companions, and there are many hounds that come with them. These hounds are almost eaten up, and they want to keep a few of them as a thought, they can't eat any more. If you eat it, there will be no dogs in the coming year.

It seems that the only fortunate thing is that the two sides above and below the city are at least consuming each other!

Every day... Tatars die. After they die, at least their horses can be killed without any pressure. If a person dies, they will lose a mouth, which is a blessing in disguise.

Many people had no strength, fell down unsteadily, and fell into the snow, unwilling to get up again.

They want to drink.

It's a pity that there is no wine.

They want to find a woman to slap them hard, at least to vent their depression, but... there are no women here.

The only thing left is the city in front of me. There is food and wine in the city. Of course, women are also indispensable. It's a pity...

The little prince was riding on a horse, looking at Jinzhou from a distance, he was silent, he had been silent all the time, the sun came out today, and the sunlight burst out from the gap between the clouds, falling into his eyes full of murderous intent .

He slowly picked up the steamed pancakes that he carried in the pouch on the horse's back, slowly put them into his mouth, and chewed carefully. Every time he took a bite, he realized that the steamed pancakes that were difficult to swallow before , how precious it is now, the oil and water inside, moist, reverberates between the mouth and tongue, and the smell of oil is actually refreshing, just like... like wine.

He chewed slowly and stared at Jinzhou City.

The guards on the side stared straight at the steamed cake. The horse meat was not tasty, and the soup boiled in the leather jacket also had a strange smell. Although the steamed cake did not emit fragrance, but now, it Very high-end, delicacies from mountains and seas that can only be enjoyed at the level of the little prince.

After the steamed cakes were eaten, the little prince burped, and he took a last look at the outline of Jinzhou.

It's just that fierce light seemed to freeze for a moment, but then, the fierce light flashed away, the little prince kicked his horse and turned his horse's head, and said to the guards behind him, "Retreat!"

The guards all looked miserable.

retreat……

Abandoning thousands of corpses, costing tens of thousands of horses, and eating so many fur coats, at this time when winter is approaching, retreat...

The heavy snow is coming, it must be a blizzard that lasts for several months without stopping, when all the grass will wither and die, the heavy snow will bury them under several feet of snow, and the lake will condense into solid ice.

At that time, there is not enough food, and both animals and people will die.

On the grassland, a hungry wolf that cannot find prey, no matter how sharp its claws and teeth, cannot avoid the fate of death.

At this moment, the little prince raised his head and yelled again, "Retreat!"

The fast horses ran back and forth between the countless yurts, and the order to retreat was issued.

Countless Tatars didn't know whether to be relieved or sad.

But he had to obediently start packing his bags.

Actually...they didn't have many bags to pack.

They got on their horses one by one, and the horses under them were a little tired. Obviously... like their master, they were all hungry and top-heavy.

The bonfire was covered by snow, and the corpses left behind seemed to have no intention of burying them. Fortunately, their leather clothes and everything that could be eaten and used had been looted long ago.

Ever since, the Tatars meandered westward like long snakes and began to migrate.

The few remaining hounds finally didn’t have to curl up in the yurt and wait for the fate of being slaughtered. They seemed to have become human, and happily shuttled among the horses, barking happily.

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"Ouyang Xiu wrote... Ouyang Xiu wrote..."

Almost at the same time, He Yan and Li Shan crazily rushed to Ouyang Zhi's abode, as if grabbing credit.

Ouyang Zhi looked at them in bewilderment, seeing their excited faces, he asked after a long time, "What's the matter?"

This look is used to being indifferent and composed, just calm.

Li Shan said with emotion: "Ouyang Xiuzhuan, the bandit army, retreated...retired...God see you, our 100,000 soldiers and civilians in Jinzhou...saved..."

As he spoke, his eyes turned red with excitement, and he choked up. The words behind him were somewhat vague: "God bless you, Ouyang Xiuzhuan... We... survived... survived."

He Yan was also flushed with excitement: "Yes, we survived, Ouyang Xiuzhuan, the Tatars were all evacuated, and just half an hour ago, I went up to the tower to see for myself, Jinzhou... was saved."

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