Jiang xingle Zizi went back to his tent, then took out the yarn from his arms and said proudly, "what's more than a few bags on my face? When my daughter-in-law sees this yarn, she can't wait well! Toss as much as she wants, that's refreshing!"
A tent moved into a small flag Department. Everyone took medicine to smear their faces. Some couldn't help scratching, but remembered the doctor's explanation, so they all endured, bared their teeth, moved their facial muscles and looked at the strange looking.
Jiang Xing put the scarf back into his arms, then hummed a little song and lay on his bunk. Before long, he snored like thunder.
The night is like water, quietly does not disturb these people's sleep, but some people are restless.
Bagan has been waiting, waiting for news.
Under the same night sky, bagan looked into the distance and felt that the general of the Ming army must be restless.
Wait and wait, bagan stands still, like a sculpture.
When the dew began to rise, bagan heard the sound of horses' hoofs.
The sound of the horse's hoof was a little hasty. Bagan was a veteran. He could hear his emotions from the sound of the horse's hoof.
This mood is wrong. It doesn't look like the mood of winning back.
Bagan took a rigid step back, lowered his eyes, waited for the sound of the horse's hooves to come near, and asked in the gasp, "it's hard, let's go back and have a rest!"
These scouts were embarrassed and frightened. Several scouts were still carrying crossbows and arrows. At this time, they couldn't help choking when they heard Bagan's words.
The air was filled with sadness and decadence, as if a defeated disabled soldier was in despair and helplessness.
Bagan stood still. He knew that this emotion could not spread, otherwise the small army, which had lost a quarter, would fall apart and have no fighting spirit.
His cheeks trembled slightly. Bagan said strongly, "go, kill some sheep and prepare some wine to feed these brothers!"
More than a dozen surviving scouts dismounted silently, bowed one by one when they passed Bagan, and then were led to the corner of the camp, where a bonfire had just risen, and several civilian men with the army were killing sheep.
"My Lord, they didn't get the news. They only know that the camp of the Ming army is very large, with about 20000 people."
Bagan remained motionless in the night wind for a long time. He said: "the grand master thought that the Ming army would not take the initiative, the Ming emperor would not be a fool, and would let us swallow the Tatars, but... The Ming emperor is brilliant after all. Remember, the Ming emperor is really brilliant."
Bagan was a little sad. He felt that tuohuan was no worse than Zhu Di in momentum, but his luck was bad and he was at the weakest time of the Wara people.
"Since the Ming emperor sent troops, he must have seen through the idea that the grand master wanted to gradually erode and attacked decisively. In fact, at this moment, I just want to know which guard station the Ming army is coming."
A look of sadness rose on Bagan's face and soon disappeared.
"I'm afraid it's the demon God..."
"My lord..."
The exclamation behind him proved the influence of the name "demon God" on the grassland, which can stop children crying at night.
Bagan said with a bitter smile: "the size of the Ming army is roughly determined. If it is an ordinary guard station, the grand master can attack immediately and repeat the Tatar's defeat of Qiu Fu, but if it is led by the demon God... So this is why I have to send people to spy regardless of casualties."
A commander behind him said with a bitter smile: "if the demon God comes, sir, what shall we do? I remember that he still broke through to Xinghe Fort last time. Although we are better than Tatars, we can't... Stop it!"
The other commander was not convinced, probably because he had not fought with Fang Xing, so he said proudly: "Sir, we are wolves on the grassland, and Ming people are only sheep. Even if we attack them, we can bring them down!"
Bagan ignored the idiot, but the commander who lost almost 30% of his command today scolded: "you idiot! Do you know that the demon God's command is like a hedgehog, you have to pay a price if you get close!"
"All right!"
At this time, bagan would not allow internal fighting. He said in a deep voice: "stabilize the people below. Also, as long as you stay to report tomorrow, even if the others are all sold out, you have to find out the origin of the Ming army for me!"
After the dead silence, bagan said, "go, those scouts have worked hard. Let them eat more. They must be full... And then be good... Be quiet."
Morale is Bagan's consideration, for which he can make his men pay a price.
……
Fang Xing looked at the map in the tent, and various schemes were constantly integrated in his mind. Gradually, his eyebrows stretched, then he lost his pen, got up, stretched and got out of the tent.
There was still no star in the eastern sky. Fang woke up and moved his body and walked slowly in the camp.
Seeing Fang Xing alone, the sergeant came over and whispered, "uncle, it's not safe!"
In the war zone, the general must have enough escort force around him. This is not fear of death, but will lead to loss of combat effectiveness.
Fang Xing smiled and pointed to the right. The sergeant patrolling the camp saw no one.
Fang Xing snapped his fingers, and the knife came out of the dark. Then there was a sergeant in the small flag Department, with crossbows and arrows in his hands.
The sergeants on patrol laughed. Fang woke up and didn't blame them. He comforted them: "the night patrol over there has found them. It's not your fault. Be at ease."
After looking at the sergeants who are still holding their posts, a bright spot finally appeared in the sky.
"It's almost dawn!"
……
At dawn, the camp began to boil. More than 10000 people ate and drank Lhasa. The smell and smell in the air were mixed. People who had not experienced it could never imagine what it was.
Fang Xing ate something casually, and then took people to the battlefield last night.
After a night of "freezing", the bodies on the grass were hard and most of their faces were ferocious.
Fang Xing picked up a long knife, picked up the clothes of a corpse and said, "look, the underwear is very simple, but several layers of broken clothes are stacked to keep warm, and the vara people are still poor!"
The Scout's equipment should be the best in the whole army, so Fang xingcai was convinced that the warlahs were still in trouble.
Chen de tore open his clothes directly without taboo, pointed to the blue belly and said, "I'm not full. It seems that their supplies are not enough. Everybody, this is not the main force of the warla people."
Lin Qun'an nodded and said, "it must not be. Otherwise, the main force will come out and confront the detective directly."
Fang Xing dropped the long knife. After Xin Laoqi stepped on the knife, he said, "anyway, from last night's behavior, the enemy is desperately trying to find out our origin. There will be follow-up today. Everyone is ready to go on horseback."
Sun Yue said, "uncle, if a small group of enemy troops, they are afraid that they will come to investigate with the heart of death. At that time, whether they will attack alone under the command of the lower officer or..."
"No need."
Fang Xing turned to prepare to go back and said, "if the enemy attack, bury them here. As for the news leakage, it's OK to see how tuohuan reacts."
Wang he yawned and said, "Xing He Bo, as soon as we get to Xing He castle, tuohuan will take the initiative to invite the attack, but we think it is mostly for HA lie people."
Fang Xing said with a smile, "that's right, so this is the advantage of knowing the enemy's intention before the war and getting the idea of taking off joy. The initiative is on our side, so he can't help but take the bait."
In the camp, countless sergeants were tearing down their tents, and the men began to pack up their things and prepare their carriages and ox carts.
"Let's go!"
A touch of purple appeared in the sky. The army left the camp and went towards Xinghe fort.