"Bah, those grandchildren will run away too—"
The enemy jumped up and down, and they followed them everywhere. They had to be surrounded by people several times, but they slipped away again.
That's all, once or twice, it's the same after a few times!
Han Yu and the others were able to hold their breath, but the soldiers at the bottom became impatient, their anger rose, and they all seemed to have eaten explosives.
"Let's say a few words. If Xie Xiaowei or Han Junshi accidentally overheard it, others will follow you to eat and hang out."
Mentioning Han Yu and Xie Ze, the comrade finally held back, but his face was not good, and he looked like a stink like a stone in a pit.
Although Han Yu didn't hear these voices with his own ears, he could still see that the overall momentum of the army became more and more dejected.
Xie Ze saw it in his eyes, anxious in his heart.
I really wonder if Yang Si and the others have a pair of Hot Wheels under their feet, and they slip into the sky to play with them
They have been able to catch turtles in an urn several times, and they can always get out of trouble in a way that is beyond the normal thinking of ordinary people.
Addicted to peekaboo
In contrast, Han Yu was much calmer, and didn't mean to get angry at all.
Xie Ze wanted to say it several times, but after some hesitation, he still swallowed what he wanted to say.
Until now, Xie Ze finally couldn't bear it anymore.
He frowned worriedly, "Mr. Han, the morale of our generals is down, and if things go on like this, I'm afraid there will be trouble."
"Long time?" Han Yu asked back, "How long does Xie Xiaowei think this 'in the long run' will last?"
Xie Ze was stunned for a moment, and was about to blurt out, when he realized something, he couldn't help but froze in place.
Han Yu had a smile on his face, but a cold light flickered in his eyes. His tone was as calm as ever, as if Yang Si's actions of hide-and-seek and flying kites had not caused him any confusion. He said, "They travel lightly and simply can't bring much food and grass. An army of more than 10,000 is not a small number, and a day's ration is an extremely large number. Even if everyone brings rations, how many days can one person carry it?"
They chased after them, while Yang Si and others fled in front.
Because of the beacon fire warning, Yang Si and others couldn't hide their traces and couldn't stay in one place for too long.
They can only keep changing positions, marching to hide, in order to avoid the eyes and ears of the scouts.
Tensioned nerves for a long time, fleeing everywhere, invisibly increased the soldiers' demand for food, and further demoralized.
The rations that could last for four or five days might not last for two days.
Looking at this situation, it seems that Yang Si is playing with them, but the one who collapses first must be the one with food shortage.
Yang Si and the others didn't have the support of the grain line, so they couldn't support it for long.
Either they were too hungry to fight, or they would break through the siege before starvation drove them to death, and the two armies had just faced a wave.
"Xie Xiaowei, you don't have to worry, because your enemy is even more anxious than you."
Han Yu was very patient and put pressure on Yang Si and the others in a hurry, forcing them to increase the frequency of fleeing and further aggravate physical exhaustion. This is not only a mental calculation, but also a competition of endurance between the two armies. Whoever loses his temper first will lose.
Yang Si's fighting style is bold and unrestrained, and his thoughts are always different, which is quite imaginative.
Han Yu, on the other hand, is steady and steady, well-behaved but not rigid in his inherent thinking. He is meticulous and steady, and is very calm.
As Han Yu had expected, Yang Si was in a dilemma of lack of food, and at most he could last a day.
After this day, the rest of the time can only drink water to fill the stomach.
Seeing this, Qin Gong's young face was stained with worry.
"What is Xiaowei Qin panicking about?" Looking at this pale little face, Yang Si couldn't bear to stand on the sidelines. He waved at Qin Gong and motioned him to come and rest, don't keep his nerves tense, "Come on, sit down. Let's talk. Here's a bag of water to quench your thirst."
Qin Gong thanked Yang Si for his kindness.
He is a military general, and his physical fitness is much better than that of a scholar like Yang Si.
At present, not only is there food shortage, but also water shortage, Yang Si's water bag should be kept for him to drink.
Qin Gong couldn't help but said, "Master Yang is really not in a hurry-"
Yang Si said, "In another day or two, the water and food will run out, how can Si not be in a hurry?"
Qin Gong looked at his expression carefully, and said strangely, "If the military division is in a hurry, how can he be so calm?"
Yang Si asked back, "Is it possible that Si is so anxious that food and water will be born out of thin air?"
Qin Gong: "…"
This is the first time I've seen someone say "broken jars" so confidently.
Qin Gong said, "Food is in short supply, morale is shaken, and in the end it is not the turtle in the urn of the enemy?"
Yang Si smiled and went to see the supervisor Cheng Yuan, and said with a smile, "It's true that there is a shortage of food, but the morale shake is exaggerated."
Qin Gong was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized something.
Ordinary troops, not to mention the lack of food can only be supplied for one day, even if there are still half a month left, the military will be in a state of collapse.
As the time of food shortage draws near, there will inevitably be soldiers fleeing or timidity.
The longer it dragged on, the more deserters it was almost inevitable.
To give a ready-made example -
Xu Fei was besieged in the mountain and barn for several months. The "water-injecting soldiers" he recruited were the first to escape. As time passed, the number reached as many as 30,000. They fled in all directions, and became thugs in other places, endangering the people. After that, there are soldiers who are qualified to lead the army, and then there are the cronies. Those who are willing to stay and die together in times of crisis are basically loyal elites.
Qin Gong has been nervous for the past few days, but he didn't notice this for a while.
More than 10,000 troops have fled east and west for several days, and the food and grass are increasingly scarce, and the soldiers have not reported a single case of desertion.
This, this is simply impossible!
Seeing that he was in a trance, Yang Si snorted softly from the corner of his mouth.
"Si has said before, if the Lord will give you the command of ten thousand elites, they must be genuine elites."
Qin Gong's heart was so moved that he couldn't say a word for a long time.
"But, but... Gong still has the Lord's high hopes..."
Qin Gong knows how rare it is for more than 10,000 elites. They all used a lot of money and hard work.
For a sudden loss of 10,000 yuan, Qin Gong couldn't make up for it even if he plucked his own brains.
"What does this have to do with you? You can only blame Qi Guan Wenzheng. A letter was caught off guard, and we became the pond fish that was caught." Yang Si grinned secretly, if he was lucky enough to survive, he would have to hit him Official Qi asked him to make up for the family.
Qin Gong thought that Yang Si's words were to comfort him, and the guilt in his heart could not go away.
He didn't expect Jiang Pengji to have high hopes for him as soon as he came up, and this trust made him feel sour and warm at the same time.
Qin Gong endured and racked his brains to find other topics.
For generals, there is nothing more fulfilling than training tigers and wolves.
He wanted to know who trained the more than ten thousand elites behind him.
This question is a bit difficult-
"Everyone has a share—" Yang Si said uncertainly, "Furthermore, the birth of the elite is not entirely due to someone."
"How?" Qin Gong wondered.