Zhao Xing's three conditions for borrowing the south wind, the first was to ask King Lin Hu's entire army to bathe in order to show respect for the ancestors.

For the vice of Lin Hu people to take three baths in their lives, Zhao Xing is fed up. Take this opportunity to let them take a good bath, so that when you are with them, you will not always be dizzy.

Second, the main chiefs fasted. Ah, there is no fast in this era, well, that's to eat vegetarian food without killing. Although Linhu is a semi-agricultural herdsman, the pure Linhu people led by King Linhu still like big fish and meat. If you want to eat vegetables, it's just too difficult, take advantage of your power to eat a few good meals.

Third, offer the ancestors three golden beads. This is Zhao Xing's reward for himself. Then the Buddha preached the scriptures, and he still had to take three buckets and three liters of golden beans, what happened to him, he couldn't do it in vain.

As for what kind of tragic ending this fire will cause, Zhao Xing doesn't care at all. Because King Linhu, who should really care, has already asked for his opinion, and he doesn't care about the fate of his compatriots, so why should he care?

On the one hand, he pretended to be a ghost, and Zhao Xing lamented the selfishness and meanness of human nature. Meat eaters despise it, and what a point it is. In the face of his own life and death and power, King Lin Hu, who usually claims to love his people and soldiers, is not the end, because he doesn't need the end, so he chooses to let dozens of millions of his own soldiers and herdsmen go to ashes, what kind of sadness is this?

When he was babbling about his mysteries, he forgot that when he despised others, shouldn't he, the initiator, be despised and spurned?

Being strict with others, being lenient with oneself, not forgiving others, and forgiving oneself at any time is the principle of survival in society in Zhao Xing's opinion. If this creed is reversed, in this evil slave society, you will die in a blink of an eye and will not even have a chance to rescue.

"Mommy Mommy, pancakes turn green onions." Look, if you are distracted, you will read all the scriptures crookedly.

In fact, only by setting fire to the wind can you reap the greatest rewards. But now it is late autumn, the northwest wind is strong, and his side is at the downwind, if you want to set fire, you will burn it first, but it is simply impossible to set fire behind enemy lines, and Zhao Xing doesn't want to be so troublesome.

He didn't want to bother because he had a basis for setting fire downwind.

Every year in late autumn, a brief trough of low pressure occurs in Siberia, which causes southeasterly winds to occur in the northwest of China for a few days. And Zhao Xing didn't understand how Zhuge Liang saw it, but he knew that the northwest sky appeared dark blue, and it would not be fifteen days at the latest, and the southeast wind would blow.

He had already thought of this when he made this plan.

Now pretending to be a ghost is not to strengthen his prestige among the Lin Hu people. If you are a god this time, it will be of great benefit to yourself in the future.

The patrol guard kept running back, reporting the speed of the march of the team in Pontus, and constantly reporting the distance between him and Zhao Xing now.

But the north wind was still blowing strongly, and there was no intention of weakening the slightest. The southeast wind doesn't know when it will get up.

After kneeling in front of the altar and kowtowing every day, King Linhu's heart became tighter and tighter.

Every night, King Lin Hu entered Zhao Xing's tent more and more frequently, and asked quietly: "Sir, help, if you can't communicate with the heavens and can't borrow the southeast wind, we should make plans early." Or immediately retreat to the south bank of the Great River and prepare for the final decisive battle, or we can think of another way. ”

was questioned again and again, and finally Zhao Xing asked impatiently: "If you can't believe that I can borrow the southeast wind, then I ask the king, even if you retreat to the south of the Yellow River, in the face of the elite main force of the 200,000 rebels, and the more than 500,000 herdsmen who can participate in the war at any time, do you have a chance of winning?" ”

When asked like this, King Lin Hu was speechless at that time. The picture is broadcast all over the world

"However, the soldiers are already panicked, and the leaders are even more panicked, and the people's hearts are unstable." Then he took a look at the unmoved Xiang Gang and suggested in a low voice: "We are now running 100 miles north and starting to burn the wasteland, and it is still too late." Please help us decide. ”

The reason why King Lin Hu whispered to Zhao Xing's gang was because he had already been beaten, and there was really no way to do it. The current chance of turning the tables is on this only straw, so his original pride and in the face of the huge reality, in front of the only opportunity, are all in vain.

"Does the king know the allusion of the shipwreck?"

"I don't know."

Zhao Xing was annoyed that he had used the wrong allusion, because this matter had not yet come out.

"Okay, I'll show you now." Then he mysteriously returned to the altar. No one was allowed to climb the altar, and King Lin Hu could only stare under the altar, and there was no way.

As a result, on the morning of the second day, all the boats that carried 50,000 troops across the river suddenly burst into flames, and by the time all the Linhu people tried to put out the fire, those boats had already been wiped out.

Several tribal leaders knelt on the river beach and cried: "This is the Immortal Heaven cut off our back road, how can we live?" ”

The 50,000-strong army stood silently on the banks of the Yellow River, and everyone's eyes were full of despair.

King Lin Hu, who was rolling and climbing, ran to the ferry, and he saw in despair that there was no longer a floating plank on that ferry.

There is no way out for myself. At this time, his mind suddenly remembered yesterday, his own help and the sentence he said, "Break the kettle." He finally understood the meaning and the truth of this.

So King Lin Hu stood on the ferry without a single plank floating, facing the dense and desperate 50,000 soldiers, raised his hands high, and shouted in despair: "This is the traitor from Pontus, who sent a spy to burn our retreating ships. My soldiers, my brothers, this is the traitor of Pontus, who wants to kill us completely. My soldiers, my brothers, are now left with two paths, and that is humiliating surrender and courageous death. ”

The north wind became stronger, howling and turning the camp of the 50,000 soldiers. No one answered him, because everyone was really thinking, thinking about surrender and dying in battle, it was a difficult choice, it was a choice between life and death.

King Linhu suddenly shouted again: "Now I ask my brothers, in these two years of tug-of-war, did each of you not have the blood of the rebels on your hands?" Families of each of you, without loved ones who died at the hands of the rebels? ”

Silence is still silence, and people start to think from their choices. Do you have the blood of the rebels on your hands, and do you have relatives behind you who were convicted of being slaughtered.

"Now I tell you, there is no way back for you. The traitor in Pontus, since he burned our retreating ships, has already shown that they are going to kill us completely. Those of us who have each other's blood on our hands will not be forgiven by them, and our relatives died at their hands, a man, don't we need to avenge our relatives? ”

The reason is simple, in despair it is easier for people to think simply, and under such encouragement, everyone is shocked.

"We have no way out, so let's fight to the death. Defeat the enemy, we still have a way to live, surrender the enemy, a dead end. My warriors, my brothers, follow me and fight to the death. Then he raised his arms and shouted, shouting out Zhao Hao's sad and passionate slogan: "My brothers, the brave will win when they meet on a narrow road!" Let's fight our way around. ”

All the soldiers suddenly shouted together: "When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!" Fight your way out. ”

Looking at the soldiers who looked at death as if they were home, King Lin Hu shouted with enthusiasm while scolding his help in his heart: "Desperate plan, but you also have to leave a way back for yourself, now it's okay, everyone will die here." ”