Pasha is determined to win.
In the evening a few days later, he walked twice along the Cangjiang River, listening to the spies' report amid the rushing waves and moisture.
The spy said: "It is reported that the people of the Central Plains started to build ships as early as March, and they paid a high price to recruit carpenters and blacksmiths who knew how to build ships. I heard that they built strong ships and big ships..."
Pasha laughed and kicked a pebble into the rolling water.
When the spy stepped down, the lieutenant on the side came up, and he also looked like he knew it.
Pasha: "Understood?"
Lieutenant General: "My subordinates understand. The Beifu Army is doing this for us to see."
Pasha said with a smile: "If you really want to cross the river and face it, why do you have to make such a big fanfare and publicize it everywhere, as if we were afraid that we didn't know that they would concentrate their main force on the riverside and have a vigorous river battle."
Lieutenant General: "Then...?"
"The stage is set up, even if the play is fake again, it should be a good song." Pasha said, "I think, the Beifu army will choose a favorable day to cross the river at night. If I stopped the clouds at that time. , will make the bigger the better, and even induce Changling and Daocheng to send troops to help."
The lieutenant said: "That's right. The Central Plains dog is so fond of playing tricks."
"It's good to play with your mind, I'm afraid that they won't play well, and they will be burdened by it." Pasha said, "The raid tactics, use the insider to interfere with the audio-visual, so I am suspicious; supplemented by the flanking tactics, I just want me to divide the troops. And war. In detail, the puppy in the family is quite clever at this time. But he forgot that the military is most concerned about avoiding the truth and then the false. How's the defense going?"
Lieutenant General: "General, please rest assured about the land defense. The subordinates have calculated clearly. The number of troops that the Beifu Army can mobilize this time is only 30,000 at most. We are located in the middle of the river and have 30,000 elite soldiers. Mausoleum is on the upper reaches of the river, with 15,000; Daocheng is on the lower reaches, and there are 20,000 elite soldiers. Even if the Beifu army is dispatched, we are not afraid. Our main force has secretly moved in the direction of Guining, and all the spies have been released. Monitor day and night and report back at all times.”
Pasha nodded.
The lieutenant said, "This time, my subordinates are here to ask the general, how should Jiang Fang be arranged?"
"Jiang Fang must not be abandoned."
Although Pasha despised the people of the Central Plains, he was by no means arrogant.
He said decisively: "Since they are here to take advantage of the excitement, how can I make them return in disappointment? Choose twenty empty straw-paved boats, pour kerosene, and choose 300 soldiers who understand water to drive the boat to greet them. Shouting and shouting, when they are near, and when they are unavoidable, the people on the boat will light a fire, dive to the bottom, and swim back to the shore. On the shore, prepare enough kerosene for rocket use."
He leaned over to pick up a stone and threw it into the river with all his strength.
The waves splashed by the stones were quickly engulfed by Jiang Tao.
Pasha said: "...At that time, I wanted to turn the entire Cang River into a river of fire. I wanted the fire to burn so that the palace of the Southern Border could see it."
At the same time, on the other side of the river.
Sitting on the cliff, Shi Tingyun filtered out the sour plum pits that he had eaten, and threw them into the river with his hands.
The river is wide, the waves are swift and the wind is strong, even though he is very physically strong, the small words Meihe fell into the river, but he couldn't even see a splash.
The turbulent Jiang Tao did not stop, surging past the feet of Shi Tingyun and Yan Yuanheng.
The two were dressed in ordinary people's clothes, and behind them there were two cows grazing with their heads bowed. From a distance, they looked like two young cattle herders sitting idle on the top of the mountain to blow the wind.
And they are actually watching the front lines.
Shi Tingyun picked up another sour plum and put it into his mouth: "I like 5 into 3."
Yan Yuanheng: "Ma 6 retreat 7."
Shi Tingyun stopped talking and looked at him with a smile.
Yan Yuanheng pondered for a moment, then sighed helplessly: "...I admit defeat in this game."
Shi Tingyun smiled: "Six to six. Finally a draw."
Facing the river, they have already played blind chess for an afternoon.
Shi Tingyun gestured to him with a small porcelain jar containing sour plums, but Yan Yuanheng waved his hand to refuse.
In a battle with a small group of troops in southern Xinjiang three days ago, Yan Yuanheng's left hand was slashed with a sword on the back of his left hand. The wound was not deep, but it still caused quite a storm. to the fingertips.
Shi Tingyun had nothing to do, and simply took his left hand to doodle.
This is the old habit of stopping the cloud every now and then.
He felt that if he had an injury and was wrapped in white cloth, he would always feel monotonous and disturbing to look at, so he loved painting in the places where others and himself were bandaged.
Many sergeants in the wounded barracks have calligraphy treasures left by him.
Shi Tingyun was holding half a charcoal pen to sketch, and Yan Yuanheng looked down at the top of his hair.
When Shi Tingyun drew a wild goose, he raised his head and asked, "How did I draw it?"
Yan Yuanheng looked up at the bird tracks homing by the mountain: "Well. Not bad."
Shi Tingyun let go of his hand.
The corner of Yan Yuanheng's raised mouth came down a little.
He asked, "Why don't you paint?"
Shi Tingyun: "It's dark, so I can't see clearly."
Yan Yuanheng took out a candle from his arms.
Shi Tingyun: "...You came to spend the night."
Yan Yuanheng blushed a little. It was hard to say that he wanted to observe such misunderstood words with him in the mountains all night, so he pretended to bow his head and nodded and said calmly, "I... just in case."
With the subtle light, Shi Tingyun took the pen out again.
Yan Yuanheng asked: "Draw another one."
Shi Tingyun smiled and said, "Okay, I will obey at the end."
Soon, Yan Yuanheng withdrew his hand and looked at the two geese on the back of his hand. He was very happy, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly unconsciously.
Su Chang is indeed different from others, and the letter and pen smear are so beautiful.
In summer, the days are scorching hot and the nights are cold, and it is only when night falls that the temperature is more comfortable.
The cool mountain wind blew on his face, Yan Yuanheng looked at the river water that was gradually turning into dark black, and asked, "How is your observation?"
Shi Tingyun lay on his back on the ground, holding a yellow scarf for neck support.
The Yellow Turbans were blown straight to the southwest.
Shi Tingyun rolled up the yellow turban: "It won't be time."
Yan Yuanheng took a breath.
Shi Tingyun seemed to expect what he would say, so he turned sideways, put his arm on one ear, and plugged the other ear with a yellow scarf.
Yan Yuanheng really said: "Although Uncle Shi agrees with your strategy, I still think that it is too risky to let all the main forces cross the river to fight."
He said: "It's hard to hide the news of our shipbuilding. Even people in the nearby towns are asking if there is really going to be a big battle. If the Pasha Division had been prepared, wouldn't we have thrown ourselves into the net if we went here... "
He said a lot of his worries, who would not be able to respond for a while, and then turned his eyes again, Shi Tingyun had already fallen asleep with his ears blocked.
Yan Yuanheng: "..."
He looked down at Shi Tingyun's sleeping image.
When Shi Tingyun fell asleep, he was not as unrestrained as he was in the daytime, his brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he had something on his mind. The eyelashes are very long, like a small fan, and the touch is soft...
When Yan Yuanheng came back to his senses, he had already fiddled with Shi Tingyun's eyelashes back and forth.
… He was scared away by his own weird behavior.
He let out a small breath at the place far away from Shitianyun, Yan Yuanheng turned back again, picked up the sleeping young man, put his hands on the back of the cow, and then led the two cows that were full of grass, heading towards Yingpan slowly. Walk slowly.
He kept thinking, what the hell happened to me
The bumps in the cow's body made Shi Tingyun wake up for a while.
He looked at the person in front of him who was burying his head in his thoughts while raising the bull, and bleary-eyedly called out, "... Yuan Heng."
Yan Yuanheng turned around: "Huh?"
Shi Tingyun: "It's okay, I'll call you."
Yan Yuanheng: "... um."
When Shi Tingyun wanted to get up, Yan Yuanheng said, "You don't have to come down. Go to sleep a little longer. I'll hold this."
That night.
Yan Yuanheng returned to the tent, the military doctor changed his dressing, and the slightly blood-stained sackcloth was removed and stacked aside.
The military doctor said earnestly: "Thirteenth Prince, your wound is already shallow, and your foundation is good. As long as you apply the medicine for two more days, you won't even leave a scar."
Yan Yuanheng nodded, not paying much attention to this.
The military doctor bowed his head and was about to take away the old sackcloth, but he couldn't find it anywhere.
... where did it go
Could it be that he failed to take care of it just now, and was taken by the thirteenth prince's personal person to deal with it
After the military doctor left in confusion, Yan Yuanheng lay in the quilt, with candlelight, using scissors that hinged the candle wick, cut the linen cloth with the two geese painted on it, stored it close to his body, and quietly cut it out while taking advantage of the night. The sackcloth was buried at the root of the tent.
Back in the tent, Yan Yuanheng lay flat again, still unable to figure out, why was Tingyun and Shi Jinghonghui so sure, that the main force of Pasha was no longer in Guining
Three days later, the wind finally turned due south.
Pasha sat in the main tent of the Guining Army tent, lit the candles all around, looked at the flags flying towards the north, and drank a few sips of tea. "Karnai" came, a seventy-two-string lute, playing a majestic sound, waiting for the Beifu army to throw itself into the trap.
Sure enough, when Zi Shifang passed, there was a faint scream of killing from the Cang River.
… coming.
Pasha's lips curled into a smile, calmly playing the piano, the sound of the piano was smooth, like a phoenix singing.
His lieutenant general was in charge of supporting the army coming from the land. When he was not at his side, a guest of honor added tea for him and said, "The general can play the piano well."
Pasha said: "This is a family study. My father is good at piano and taught it since childhood. I have mastered the five tones and six arts since I was a child, and playing a war song at this time can be regarded as an inspiration for the soldiers in the front line."
Mu Bin smiled and said: "The wind of the southern border will definitely convey the general's intentions to all the troops..."
Unexpectedly, as soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of loud music coming from the riverside, several miles apart, still majestic and majestic, straight to the sky.
Mu Bin: "Who is playing the suona?"
Pasha: "..."
It's a suona, and it's still "Hundred Birds Chaofeng".
Even the well-informed Pasha couldn't imagine what it would be like to see an army blowing a suona across the river.
He couldn't help sneering: Pediatric tricks.
The more so, the more bluffing
The messengers on the ground quickly arrived and shouted loudly: "General, there is the whereabouts of the Beifu army! We are approaching Changling!"
Pasha calmly put down the piano: "How many people are here?"
The messenger said: "The other party is marching at night, and there is no ignition. After night, it is very dark, and I can't see how many people there are, but the deputy general can see from a distance, the dust is billowing, and the front and rear are connected, and the team stretches for at least a hundred miles!"
Pasha stroked his palm: "Go down and rest."
Mu Bin didn't miss the opportunity to step forward to pat the horse: "The general is as good as God! The army that stretches for hundreds of miles must have at least 20,000 people."
Pasha is not Wu Yichun, and he doesn't have the bad habit of making people around him hold their feet, but everyone who is obedient likes to listen.
He took a sip of tea leisurely, and when he saw that the riverside sky was dyed red, he knew that the riverside was also ready to go.
About a quarter of an hour later, the second messenger was full of joy and rushed into the camp: "General! When the dog launched the boat into the water in the Central Plains, the Baili River had already crossed halfway with the wind, but the water-savvy soldiers saw it. , The Central Plains people's ship, in order to maintain stability, is actually connected to the sampan with iron locks!"
This time, even Pasha was unavoidably delighted.
Mu Bin praised again and again: "Great goodness! Great goodness! It's really a general of God's help! Shi's children are familiar with military books, but they don't know that Zhou Lang planned to defeat Cao Cao in Chibi in the past. Great success!"
Pasha sat back on the fur-covered chair with a smile on his face, and said three "good" words in a row, showing that he was in a happy mood and could not be restrained.
Chu Ziling is useless, so what
He Pasha, by himself, managed to pull off this wasteful move to a miraculous effect!
The riverside was lit by fire, and there was a faint sound of howling coming from the river, and it was pleasant to listen to.
However, it didn't take a while for the sound of horses' hooves to come.
Mu Bin smiled and said, "I don't know where the good news is."
After speaking, a black and dirty southern Xinjiang soldier came running from outside, rolled off his horse, and cried and knelt down in front of Pasha: "General! General - Beifu Army... come across the river!!"
Pasha changed color suddenly, and lifted the person from the ground: "What?! Where's the Fire Fleet?"
The messenger, whose face was black and dirty, cried: "The fire fleet is all light boats. When they sailed close, the fire started, and our people jumped into the water, but who would have guessed... Under the water are all the ambush soldiers of the Beifu army! They also understand water. , with a sword in his hand, and everyone who jumped from the boat was killed in the water..."
"Where's the rocket?!"
"Shoot...we fired more than 10,000 arrows, but their boat didn't catch fire at all..."
"... How is that possible?! How can there be no reason for the wooden boat to catch fire?!"
"The little ones didn't even notice until the boat was approaching!... They painted the boat with black mud, and painted the boat into a black boat... The black mud was thick and tough, and the rockets fell on it and couldn't hurt it... They also There is a huge tree across the hull, and any approaching fireboat is blocked by the huge tree several meters away from the ship..."
The messenger sobbed: "They have the wind to help them, and they are close to the shore. They are fully armed, their heads and faces are covered, not only rockets, but also water dragons and catapults on the back boat... Before the shore, the Beifu Army's The leader, Shi Tingyun, ordered the water hose to be turned on and sprayed on the shore. The water hose was filled with kerosene. Shi Tingyun ordered to throw rocks, and only hit the copper stove on the shore used to store fire and light rockets. Now The banks of the river have become a sea of fire—"
Mu Bin was a little flustered: "General..."
Pasha gritted his teeth: "Don't panic, they also divided their troops, and there are only a few thousand people left, at most 10,000! Gui Ning still has 12,000 people left behind!"
... In fact, there were still 2,000 wounded soldiers, and after the plan was removed, there were still 10,000.
Can always resist a while.
However, Pasha had an ominous feeling in his heart.
Why did Tingyun use the most taboo strategy in water warfare to connect the river
Without waiting for Pasha to think about it, the fifth messenger stumbled into the camp: "General! The Beifu army is calling! Right, coming here..."
"Calling?! How many?"
The messengers battled each other: "They're all people... They're all people. At least fifty thousand, no, one hundred thousand..."
"Fuck him!" Pasha was finally furious, "Where did the hundred thousand come from?"
"They're all shouting..." The messenger said in a trembling voice, "One hundred thousand Yamas cross the Cangjiang River... Execute, kill Pasha, send the king eight..."
Pasha overturned the person with one kick and scolded: "Blazing! This is bluffing! Order the soldiers to stay behind and prepare for battle!"
Just now, between the lights and flint, he finally figured out why the other party used iron chains to connect the Jiang formation.
... He even let Shi Tingyun build a long bridge for transporting troops from the other side to this side under his nose!
He rushed out of the camp and saw that the sky by the Cang River was red.
On the surface of the Baili River, a strong ship locks the river.
What burned was his soldiers and horses, and what burned was the fighting spirit of the soldiers in the southern border.
Frightened cries came incessantly:
"One hundred thousand military horses! One hundred thousand military horses came from the Beifu Army!"
"One hundred thousand people came to Jiang!"
The fifth messenger said that the 2,000 vanguard troops by the river had been wiped out in fear of burning.
And the news of the 100,000 people coming from the Beifu Army was like a scorched river wind that blew across Guining in an instant.
Pasha calculated clearly, how could the Beifu army have 100,000 people
But how was he going to convince the panicking soldiers of his judgment? !
Pasha took out the letter sent to him by Chu Ziling from his bosom, unfolded it for a moment, wrinkled it, and shouted angrily: "Chu Ziling!!"
Pasha finally knew what Chu Ziling was planning.
I'm afraid he really has a different heart!
Seeing that the southern border is declining, he is an illegitimate son, and even if he becomes a prince, he may not be able to truly live happily, so he wants to be a military hero in the Central Plains and be a general in the Central Plains!
After all, the position of the prince is illusory, and only military merit can be firmly grasped in the hand.
He was afraid that Shi Tingyun would really find out, so he took advantage of the situation and said that he was working for the Southern Border and secretly planning for the Central Plains. The trust of the Central Plains can be managed step by step on behalf of the Central Plains, and they will be removed one by one, and their lives will be regarded as a certificate of honor—
What a scorpion!
Maybe, maybe, it was wrong from the beginning, even the illegitimate child was deliberately faked...
The suona team of the Beifu Army, blowing "Hundred Birds Chaofeng" louder and louder, got closer and closer.
Pasha came back to his senses, and before he could think any more, he ordered sharply: "The order!! Retreat!! Retreat!! Quickly retreat to Changling! Join our army!"
At the same time, a hundred miles away, the lieutenant who led the army quietly lurking, waited for a strange news.
"… What did you say?"
"Back to lieutenant general, the one that stirred up a hundred miles of dust in the distance seems to be... a group of horses." The messenger was also full of doubts, "The horse's tail was tied with a grass target and dragged on the ground, so dust and smoke rose. It seems that someone instructed to drive the horses back and make them gallop back, but there are no more than a few dozen people at most."
The lieutenant joined the army and looked back at Guining several times. He saw that there was a lot of fire in the sky, and he couldn't help worrying: "I don't know how the war in Guining is going?"
Lieutenant General Cheng bamboo in his chest: "With General Pasha here, what's there to be afraid of? Sending people to explore again, I want to see, what the hell is this Beifu Army going to do."
Mixed in the dust and smoke, and commanding the horses that had been assembled for several months, Chu Ziling choked on the ashes all over his face, only to feel the smell of horse dung all over his body, which was unbearable.
And he was more worried than many about the battle of Guining.
"What are these idiots doing?" Chu Ziling was devastated, licked the mouth sores, wiped the ashes from the corners of his mouth, and looked in the direction of Guining, "... I clearly want them to run, why don't they run??"