Taking advantage of the nearby terrain, Cao Miao instilled some basic concepts of special operations in later generations into Cao Su.

He also heard and looked at it, and he didn't have much practical experience. Let him do it himself, it may not be much better than Cao Su. But something is better than nothing, and it is worth it to help Cao Su open his mind and be inspired.

Cao Su is not Xiahou Ji. He doesn't have the talent to command large armies, but this model of elite squads is more suitable for him.

According to his analysis, although Cao Wei had a slight advantage in strength, it was not enough to crush Wu Shu. The situation of separation between the three countries will be maintained for a period of time, at least 10 or 20 years, and at most 40 or 50 years. Since the possibility of large-scale use of troops is not very likely, and small-scale local wars are the mainstream, this kind of special operation with a sense of advance will be useful.

Cao Su has a certain foundation, but his way of thinking is wrong. He has always hoped to become a heavy general like Cao Xiu, commanding thousands of troops and horses to fight, and he can't look down on this kind of skirmish with hundreds of people, or even only a few dozen people. Listening to Cao Miao's explanation now, he suddenly felt that a door had opened in front of him.

A door that seemed tailor-made for him.

Cao Miao led Cao Su into this door, and then it was up to him to play. There might be a battle in front of him, and he could try his hand first.

After dinner, Cao Miao went back to the tent to rest. Cao Su pondered alone outside the tent, imagining what kind of weapons they had if someone was hiding nearby, how they would attack, and how he should defend himself.

One person couldn't get enough of it, so he called a few experienced subordinates to discuss it together. Seeing that Cao Su was so solemn, those few parts did not dare to slack off, and they all expressed their opinions, you said, I said, carefully planned.

Before you know it, the third watch has passed.

Cao Su's excitement was a little too much, and he ordered his troops to return to the formation, and after inspecting the position himself, he also went back to the tent.

Cao Miao was lying on the marching couch, her breath was steady and motionless.

"Yunliang?"

Cao Su was still unsatisfied, and called twice tentatively, but Cao Miao did not react. Cao Su was a little regretful, smacked his lips, and lay down with his hands behind his head. He looked at the black tent and couldn't sleep. After discussing so much with his subordinates just now, he was very enjoyable, but he always felt that something was missing, and he wanted to discuss with Cao Miao to see what Cao Miao could add.

He didn't want to disturb Cao Miao's rest. But maybe tomorrow, maybe tonight, he will be separated from Cao Miao, and he doesn't ask now, and he doesn't know when he will be able to ask.

Cao Su thought about it, sat up anyway, and was about to speak, but found that Cao Miao had opened his eyes and was looking at him.

"Yunliang, you didn't sleep?" Cao Su breathed a sigh of relief. He really didn't want to wake up the sleeping Cao Miao.

"Even if it's a pig, you've woken me up." Cao Miao sighed helplessly: "If you have something to say, say it quickly, let it go if you have a fart, and seize the time to rest." ”

Cao Su didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly said his doubts. Cao Miao thought about it and felt reasonable. He sat up and thought for a moment.

"Desi, you didn't think about the Wu people. It is likely that they are also nearby. ”

"That's right." Cao Su suddenly realized. "Then you say, where might they be?"

Cao Miao's eyes burned. "In the water. The Wu people are good at water warfare, and there are trees and bamboo forests on the nearby mountains, so it is too easy for them to set up a log and bamboo raft. Take advantage of the night, approach quietly, rob while the fire is burning, and it is easy to play. Maybe you can kill two birds with one stone, and even eat and fish. ”

Cao Su gasped, stared at Cao Miao, and didn't speak for a long time.

For a long time, when Jiangdong confronted the Central Plains, attacking the camp was a common method. More than ten years ago, Gan Ning attacked Cao Cao's camp and was so successful that Sun Quan even felt that he had repaid the shame of Xiaoyaojin and publicized it.

"Don't be stunned, go get ready." Cao Miao grabbed Cao Su again and pointed to the bonfire in front of the tent. "Quietly, don't alarm our opponents. They want to take advantage of the fire, so we will fish in troubled waters. ”

"Understood, understood." Cao Su was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth and walked away. It's just that the posture out of the tent is a little ugly, and it almost crawls out.

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The night breeze is blowing, and the lake is rippling.

In the dark, a few bamboo rafts slowly floated in. There were several figures lying on the bamboo raft, motionless, even though the lake water soaked their armor and their robes, and it was cold and biting.

Twenty or thirty steps from the shore, a melodious birdsong sounded, and all the bamboo rafts stopped. The sound of the water, which had been quiet in the morning, disappeared, and a few rafts came to rest quietly on the surface of the lake, beyond the light of the campfire.

The middle-aged woman crouched on the bamboo raft, holding a crossbow in her hand, and followed the crossbow arrows to the tent by the lake.

The tent is more than ten steps offshore, and it is still within the range of the crossbow. As long as she gave the order, twenty crossbows fired in unison, enough to shoot the two people in the tent into hedgehogs.

Cao Su was tall and sturdy, and the spies she arranged saw Cao Su enter the tent with his own eyes through the bonfire, and he never stayed away.

If you can kill Cao Xiu's son, it doesn't matter if you accidentally kill Cao Miao, the prince of Gaoyang Township. For Wu Guo, the difference between Cao Miao's life and death is not big. Even when Sun Quan ascended the throne, it was good to have a Wei clan to return to righteousness, but it was not much heavier than the weight of two heads.

Angry Cao Xiu is more meaningful to Wu Guo.

The woman looked up and looked at the sky. In a little while, the moon will come out, and then the lake will be illuminated and they will have nothing to hide. If the people on the opposite hill don't attack, she will have to go up on her own.

Although the losses will be greater, it is better than giving up the previous efforts.

Just as the middle-aged woman raised her head again, looked at the sky, and was about to give the order to attack, an arrow suddenly shot from the hillside in the distance, an arrow with a torch. The arrow flew nearly a hundred paces and fell, but the torches on the arrow illuminated the position by the lake.

Through this brief light, the middle-aged woman saw a row of black shadows erected on the other side of the tent, which looked like foot soldiers squatting with shields, but this side was empty, and there was no one to watch.

She couldn't help but smile. These Wei people really don't remember what they eat, and they don't know who the real threat is.

She waved her hand, and another birdsong sounded, and the two rafts slowly rowed towards the shore, and the remaining soldiers on the rafts picked up their crossbows and prepared to shoot.

At this moment, there is a great chaos on the shore, and there are figures running. Farther away, shouts of killing rang out, and arrow after arrow shot out, with a sharp whistling, and pounced on the tent by the lake. A few arrows were shot into the lake, splashing one after another.

The soldiers of the Wu army raised their shields to protect the vital points.

Ten steps from the shore, the middle-aged woman took the lead, the first to go into the water, holding a shield in one hand and a crossbow in the other, and quickly walked towards the lake, a pair of eyes staring at the tent on the shore, her fingers on the crossbow machine, waiting for the figure in the tent to appear.