In the dim silhouette of the tabernacle, the planter was alone in the tent, and did not move for a long time, so that the soldiers who watched the night in the camp were accustomed to it, as if they had taken him as a part of the tabernacle. But no one will go in and disturb him, he is the soul of the Western Army, the god-like existence in the minds of all the soldiers of the Western Army, and the sustenance and hope of all the soldiers of their Western Army. As long as this thin old man said a word, they were willing to go to the soup and fire, and they would not hesitate to do so.

On the Baigou River to the north of the camp, the soldiers who were selected to cross the river in the dark did not say a word, followed the movements of the soldiers in front of them, and marched silently. Walking on the pontoon, the calves are all immersed in the river, and only one person can walk every other foot on the pontoon; Although the raft can carry a few more people, it only needs to go back and forth, and it is slower than the pontoon bridge to cross the river, so although it does not stop for a moment, it cannot pass many people. Overnight, only more than 2,000 people passed by, guarding the north side of the bridge to escort the army to cross the river on the second day.

The dark night, the dark sky, silent, silent in the darkness. Like a huge monster, with a mouth full of fangs and bloody tongues, waiting for these weak and helpless people to line up to enter, I don't know when, give it a sudden swallow......

It's the same river, but the two sides are different. On the south bank of the river, except for those who crossed the river at night, the rest of the soldiers and soldiers were all in the camp and slept in the cool brought by the river. On the north bank of the river, in the wilderness ten miles outside the city, the men and horses led by Yelu Dashi were all scattered among mosquitoes and dense grass. Yelu Dashi also endured mosquito bites, and did not let people put up a curtain tent for himself, which greatly moved the rough men under him. Although they set off half a day later than the Song army, the terrain was familiar and they arrived here early. Yelu Dashi Chuan ordered to go, and the whole army should wait and not hide it.

The generals under the tent could endure these hardships, but they didn't understand why they didn't directly attack the southerners crossing the river, and they all shouted and asked for an attack. Yelu Dashi just didn't allow it, but ordered a few distant blockers not to pay attention to the north bank of the Jiehe River, but only to visit the north in the morning and evening, and report in time if there was an enemy. The generals under his command are even more strange, obviously this southerner is going to cross the river in the southwest, but why did they send people to the north to investigate, but Yelu Dashi didn't say it, and they could only stuff it in their hearts.

When he woke up in the morning, although He Xu's face was tired, his eyes were focused, and after a hurried meal, he began to urge the seed master to order the whole army to cross the river. The planter had to order to go down, and the whole army crossed the river. Zhao Ming, the commander of the Feng Army, led his troops first, followed by the Left Army, then the Central Army, and finally the Rear Army. As for the arrangement of the right army, the right army was in charge of the division, and was arranged by the division to manage the back road on the south bank of the river, and also contacted the original east east road army camp.

He Shu couldn't wait any longer, and when the first batch of returning rafts docked, he urgently ordered his cronies to follow him on a raft and slowly row along the pontoon bridge to the north bank.

Today, the sky has been gloomy, the river surface is unusually large, and the river has become turbulent, only in May, like the torrent after the flash flood in July and August. In the middle of the river, the sound of wind and thunder can be faintly heard, mixed with the murmur of the rumbling river.

He Xu sat in the middle of the raft with a pale face, and his cronies he brought from Xiongzhou sat around him. The raft was blown by the wind as if it could lose control at any moment. Unfortunately, the water was paddled on the east side of the pontoon, and the waves of the river crashed against the pontoon, and the rowers on the raft had to prop the raft off the pontoon bridge to avoid the bridge colliding. But when he was far away from the pontoon, the raft immediately bummered up and down in the waves, and he was so frightened that he simply lay down on the raft.

In the fright, He Xu, who was trembling and muttering "strain his muscles and bones and starve his body", was finally moved to the shore by his cronies with his arms on his arms. In the makeshift military tent set up by his cronies, He Shu was resurrected with a cup of hot tea lying down again. Wiping the sweat that had just broken out on his head, he put on a soft towel and walked out of the tent. Although he is the governor of Xiongzhou and has been in office for many years, it is also the first time to set foot in the territory of Liao, and he is inexplicably excited. He didn't sit on the stools brought by his cronies, but stood by the river, watching groups of Song troops coming from the south bank of the river, either on pontoon bridges or on rafts, in batches, and seeing that in addition to the 2,000 men and horses who crossed the river last night, more than 1,000 people had now crossed the river.

The planter also came from the south bank of the river on a raft, and the planter came ashore from the raft by himself, and he was a veteran who had survived all his life in the army.

He Xu and the two of them stood side by side on the shore, each with their own thoughts, one fanatical, the other calm, looking at the soldiers crossing the river.

He Xuyuan looked at the ground of this piece of Fanguo, and was about to chant a few words, when he suddenly saw a knight galloping from the north, with a tall Hebei local horse under his crotch, looking at the knight's clothes, although he was wearing iron armor, and the iron leaf skirt was also covered on both sides of the legs, but the armor was crooked, and the hat on his head was also blown behind his head, and he did not grow a blade, but he rode to the ferry alone.

He Xu's cronies hurriedly greeted him and reprimanded him: "The Eastern Road Seed Capital and the Prison Army are here, dare to be rude." ”

When the knight heard this, he hurriedly turned over and jumped off the horse, and came to the two of them in a few steps, and saluted the two of them in turn, and then said: "Report to the two lords: The Liao army attacked the camp last night, and the baggage in the army was burned down, and Xin Dutong ordered me to pass the order Jiao to control the system, and quickly set up a position on the north bank of the river to intercept the Liao army, and Xin Dutong has led the army back. ”

He Shu hit the top of his head like a thunderbolt, and he paused his feet again and again, and said to the planter, and also asked the knight who reported the news: "The baggage is all destroyed, and the grain and grass can also be transferred from the rear, so why do you want the army to turn back and look north to Zhuozhou and call in vain?" ”

The messenger knight bowed his head and said, "There is no food for two days in the army, and Xindutong is afraid that it will change in a late period and be taken advantage of by the enemy." ”

He didn't see any expression on his face, but nodded to He Shu and said, "Since the camp is burned, the army will definitely cut off my grain route." At present, the Western Route Army is lone and deep, and the supply is inconvenient, and it is urgent to transfer grain and grass, which is easier for people to take advantage of. Why don't you retreat to Henan and make a plan. Xindutong is also a prudent view. ”

He Xuan suddenly froze in place, and the messenger knight hurriedly resigned the two of them, and crossed the river from the pontoon bridge to the Jiao'an Festival camp.

Could it be that he and Xu have nothing to do with this great achievement? Can we only step on the north side of this realm and then turn back? How many years do people live for a lifetime? How many times can you meet such a great achievement as recovering Youyan?

He was not reconciled! Conniving at Xin Xingzong's defeat, it also cost Xiao Gan's people almost everything, he didn't believe that Xiao Gan could catch two rounds of repeated attacks with an army of 50,000.

(End of chapter)