Chapter 1088: Light Rain in the Cold Night

"Bring the system to Datang ()"

The night in Jingzhao Prefecture was still hot and humid, and it began to drizzle along the banks of the Nine-bend Yellow River.

The air pressure in the place where the air was already thin became lower, and the condition of the Datang soldiers was not very good. In addition to breathing deeply, they also had to resist the coldness of the rain.

Guo Zhiyun held up a telescope and could not see the fire on the other side. It was pitch black.

"The Tubo will not launch a sneak attack tonight. No one on either side can see it." Wang Junkui stood beside.

The two sides looked across the river. When it was not raining, the Datang team was familiar with the terrain by the river.

See where it is suitable to ferry over and where it is steep.

There may not be no people in steep places, and it is more likely that the enemy will come to places that are easy to ferry.

The generals checked and considered where they would cross the river if they were to lead the troops themselves.

How to fight after crossing, whether it is a feint attack or a breakthrough at multiple points.

"It will be cold in more than two months. I hope more cotton and leather clothes will be delivered later."

Guo Zhiyun was planning the battle in winter, and there was nothing to say at the moment.

His team was resting, recovering, and adapting to the current weather conditions. They would attack after finding the opponent's loopholes.

The team was cutting wood to make rafts. They did not need to paddle upstream. They just needed to get on the raft and go down the river to the other side.

"I can't hear any movement. Are they waiting in the rainy night, or taking the opportunity to mobilize troops?"

Wang Junkui wondered how Zhaxi Kure would arrange his layout. Zhaxi Kure had lost a large area and must want to retake it.

Guo Zhiyun turned into the tent and took off his hat: "We will know when we see their horses tomorrow morning. It may also be a deliberate attempt to confuse people."

"Wait until the raft is built, no matter how they mobilize." Zhang Zhongliang, who had not gone out, drank hot tea and studied the map by the light of the kerosene lamp.

Twenty hot air balloons were launched in the past two days, and they all flew back luckily. They drew some topographic maps and the camps behind Tubo.

Yesterday, a hot air balloon dropped a bomb and blew up a tent. The Tubo people below were in a panic.

It was not the largest tent that was blown up. It happened to pass by a small tent, set it on fire, and threw it down.

"Go to sleep, nothing to do tonight." Guo Zhiyun found a place to rest.

Zhaxi Kure on the other side of the river did not sleep, he was injured.

A small tent next to him, who did not live in the big tent, was bombed. He was standing outside at the time, wearing ordinary clothes.

The blast lifted stones, and a small piece hit his knee, which was blue. Now it hurts when it is touched.

He was drinking medicine, the medicine left by Guan Lin. He felt that the pain would be reduced after drinking this medicine. It was a good medicine.

The medicine tasted bad, but he drank it in small sips, tasting the special bitterness.

Qianhu was grilling meat in his tent. The thick leather tent isolated the firelight, and it could not be seen from outside.

"I hope it won't rain all night." Qianhu cut off a piece of meat with a knife, dipped it in the salt crushed with stones, and said when he brought it to his mouth.

He was worried that the soldiers would get sick. The light rain was cold. At present, everyone was eating the things brought by the tribes that came with them.

In an emergency transfer, many things that were inconvenient to carry were thrown away and set on fire to avoid leaving them to the enemy.

Including the dry firewood that was saved, the wooden fences and other household items.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for Tubo to send the baggage from behind, so that they could continue to hold on to the Yellow River and look for opportunities to fight back.

Fighting back is a sneak attack, and it is impossible to take down all the military camps of the Tang Dynasty at once.

The soldiers on the Tang side are more than their own side, and the morale is high.

Zhaxi Kure squinted his eyes and enjoyed the medicine. When he heard the words of the captain, he smiled: "Don't be afraid, I feel strong and can judge their plans."

His current state is in line with the situation of XI poison. His thinking is indeed agile and his spirit is good.

Some people in the film and television circles who were engaged in creation at that time liked to find inspiration in this state, or use it to lose weight.

"Commander knows?" The captain stopped.

"If I were them, I would definitely cut down trees in the back to make rafts, and then rush down diagonally to the upper reaches of the Yellow River to transport troops."

Zhaxi Kure said his judgment, which was right.

The captain showed a trace of regret. He thought there was some special idea. Who doesn't know this?

"We won't go upstream. We will move troops to the downstream, including infantry and some cavalry, and go out sixty miles behind.

The other cavalry will be placed here for them to see. When a good day is chosen, the infantry will run sixty miles at night, with light equipment.

The rest of our team will forcefully cross the Yellow River and attack a military camp of the Tang Dynasty.

The military camp at night is not clear about the situation, so it can only send troops back to report the news, and at the same time prepare to attack us by the river.

At this time, the lightly equipped troops will run another ten miles and cooperate to seize this military camp from the position where they cross the river downstream."

Zhaxi Kure slowly spoke out his ideas and plans. The infantry would be very tired, but once they won a battle, their morale would be back.

Others knew that the Tang Dynasty was not invincible, as long as they thought of more ways.

"Okay, I am willing to lead the infantry to charge." Qianhu clenched his fists. He wanted to fight. He was full of anger, angry with Guan Lin.

Now he has medicinal materials but no one who knows how to treat illnesses.

He is looking forward to catching Guan Lin one day and bringing him back to clean up.

"Don't be in a hurry. If we can determine where the Tang army crossed the river, it would be better to attack them first." Zhaxi Kure waved his hand and continued to taste the medicine.

At this time, more than 200 miles north of them, a troop was advancing in the rain.

"Move, eat something if you are cold, don't stop, we don't have tents with us, once we stop, we will not be able to bear the cold."

Zhang Xiaosong's personal soldiers rode horses and shouted everywhere, and more people walked under the horses.

They exercised and ate to make themselves less cold, and when the wind blew, there were horses around to block them.

The horses of the explosive packs and the sky monkeys were wrapped and covered to prevent the gunpowder from getting wet.

The soldiers walked with their heads down, not fast, and ate food from time to time.

They were used to it. Following Zhang Xiaosong, they had to be able to withstand any harsh environment.

The next rain was nothing. When the rain stopped and it was dawn, they could have a good rest.

Zhang Xiaosong looked at the faces of the soldiers around him, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

He didn't know how many enemies he would encounter if he went deep into the enemy alone, and he didn't even know if he would go back alive.

But his 10,000 elite soldiers, with good weapons, could at least deal with 40,000 to 50,000 enemies.

It was worth dying, and he lived up to the trust of His Majesty.

Just like when I led 10,000 soldiers to fight in the Western Regions, I never thought that it would turn out like that.

Step by step, persistence leads to victory.

More than an hour later, the rain stopped, there were puddles on the ground, and if you walked past the grass, you would slip accidentally.

The sky was still cloudy, and you couldn't see the stars or the moon, but Zhang Xiaosong looked in the direction of Zhaxi Kure's team, there.

Tubo and the Tang Dynasty faced each other across the river for a long distance.

"Guo Zhiyun and the others should be looking for people to cut wood and make rafts, right? I'll wait for him for a few days, five days, and then I'll lead the troops to raid after five days. I hope Guo Zhiyun will know what to do."

Zhang Xiaosong ordered the team to stop and rest, muttering to himself.