Zampumongzheng's biggest concern now was not the resistance of the Han Chinese, but the possibility that the speed of his own march might not be able to catch up with this feast of victory.

As for the reason, it's simple: he was far away from Longxi, but today he encountered a sandstorm .......

The wind howled, kicking up large clouds of yellow-brown dust, as if there was a monster in the air screaming and playing a game of blowing sand.

Woo~~~, woo~~~.

The sound of the wind was terrifying, and even more so was the power of the sandstorm, and the black yellow sand was so overwhelming that even the heavens and the earth changed color, and even the scouts standing on the high places could not see anything.

Fortunately, there was no need to send scouts in this kind of weather, because Meng Zheng couldn't even see the guards within three steps of himself, and the enemy would definitely not be able to fight at such a time—if there was an enemy in the here and now.

Meng Zheng really had no choice but to order camp.

An army of 7,000 Tibetan soldiers, 3,000 horses, 800 camels, and 2,000 mules gathered together. Camels are on the outskirts, and these large animals are better adapted to the weather than people and other animals, and they kneel on the ground one by one, with their eyes closed, not moving or barking, as if they were a walled city.

In the wall formed by camels, the Tibetan soldiers tried desperately to appease the restless war horse, at this time there was no way to fetch water, the sensitive creature of the war horse could not drink the water and became irritable, not to mention that the current weather also made them extremely uneasy.

"At this time, how can there be such strange weather."

Listening to the terrible sound of the wind outside the tent and the restless neighing of the horses, Zampumun's heart also became melancholy.

This place in Longxi, he used to come often, but he didn't remember that this kind of strange wind would blow in June - but the sandbar further west and Guazhou have this kind of weather all year round.

"Is this what the Buddha is foreshadowing?"

The Tibetan people are all devout lama believers, and Mengzheng is no exception, and when they encounter people and things that they cannot understand, believers always habitually return to the ethereal gods.

"Go and invite Master Wu Jie!"

Fortunately, Zampumun is surrounded by a brick family that deals with this kind of thing.

Not long after, the curtain of Mengzheng's tent was lifted, and a bald man in a dirty monk's robe walked into the tent with a grin.

"Guru!" Tubo Zampu hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

"Hmm." With scars on his face and a heavy iron Zen staff in his hand, Wu Jieqila, who looked like a bandit more than a monk, replied with a calm face: "Mengzheng, what are you looking for me?" ”

"Master, this wind is blowing my heart uneasy today." Meng Zheng whispered: "Could this be a warning from the Buddha?" ”

"It's not." Wu Jieqi said unceremoniously: "This is the Buddha helping you." ”

"Huh?"

"The Buddha wants you to rest here for a while, wait for Yuzang Huama to fight with the Han people for a while, and then let you play." Wu Jieqi did not change his face and made up nonsense that Meng Zheng must like to hear: "This time the Han people are different from the past, they are very strong, although they are not as strong as the warriors of Tubo, but if you fight directly, it will inevitably be damaged, so the Buddha wants to let the traitor Yuzang Huama fight for a while." ”

"Mengzheng, don't think too much, the Buddha will bless you."

"Thank you, Master."

Religion is an anesthetic, and Meng Zheng seems to have become a lot more stable after being poured into his stomach by Wu Jieqila.

"This time to capture Longxi, the disciples must prepare enough incense to pay tribute to the Buddha."

"If only you had this heart."

Wu Jieqi smiled with satisfaction.

His temple has tens of thousands of acres of fields and dozens of shops of Buddhist properties, and if you really want to talk about it, Wu Jieqila can also be regarded as a small feudal lord.

This huge Buddha property is the spoils that Wu Jiela gave him after wandering among the secular lords and encouraging them to fight everywhere.

This is also the reason why Wu Jieqila is so keen to agitate for war.

Anyway, whoever wins the battle will take him, a great monk who is dressed in a religious cloak and has high morality.

And as long as there is a war, he will definitely be able to reap the rewards.

……

At this moment, Ah Hudie was standing less than half a mile away from Meng Zheng's camp, waiting quietly.

As a former Blue Army militiaman, Ah Hudie did not have the right to be armed with muskets, so he still carried those traditional cold weapons this time: broadswords, shields, bows and arrows, and hand axes.

The only piece of equipment that made Ah Hudie look a little more ornate than the real field army was the iron scale armor he was wearing, which was the trophy he captured on the battlefield when he destroyed the pseudo-gold the year before.

The standard equipment of the Imperial Field Army has long been abolished from such things as iron armor (in fact, heavy cavalry also has cuirass), so the iron armor of the Jin Army captured at that time was directly assigned to mobilized soldiers like Ah Hudie, who followed the actions of the army.

This set of armor, which can only be equipped by officers above the rank of Mouke in the Jin Army, was in the hands of Ah Hudie at that time.

The waiting time in the sandstorm always seemed long, and Ah Hudie's hand kept touching his weapon one by one, and the cold of steel soaked from his fingers into his heart, making his thirst for killing a little calmer.

The Jurchens always craved to kill, because killing would bring them a better life.

In the past, they robbed and killed Han Chinese, so they lived a good life for almost twenty years.

Later, the Han people came back from the killing, and they became slaves of the Han people, but the truth remained the same, the Jurchens could help the Han people kill others, and after grabbing things, as long as the Han people gave them a little, they could still live a more comfortable and rich life than hunting in the ice and snow in their hometown in Liaodong.

"War is an opportunity, and I only need three credits to be promoted to civilian ......." Ah Hu Diemeng's mouth under a woolen cloth kept muttering: "War is an opportunity, I only need three merits to be promoted to civilian......." ”

A field soldier in red clothes emerged from the dust and appeared in front of Ah Hudie.

The Han man glanced at the strip of red cloth tied to Ah Hudie's helmet, and after confirming that it was a friendly soldier, he patted him on the shoulder: "Pass backwards, and follow the people in front of you in a quarter of an hour." ”

Ah Hudie nodded, indicating that he understood.

The redcoat vanished into the dust again.

Hudie knew that the field army had a device called a compass that could orient itself in the sand, and they also had a watch that could accurately determine the time, so they could attack the enemy from several different directions during the sandstorm.

He was envious, as a veteran, Ah Hudie knew very well that in this kind of weather, the traditional army had no combat effectiveness at all, and the army equipped with a compass and watch could kill all its enemies more easily.

It's a pity that the field army does not recruit soldiers below the civilian level, and Ah Hudie also came to participate in the war as a militia this time.

He wanted equipment like a compass and a watch, and he had to earn more than three credits to become a civilian, and then he wanted to enter the field army to serve before he could get it.

Of course, Ah Hudie is not in a hurry, he is only missing three credits, there are thousands of Tubo people in front of him, and it should be enough to kill a few more.