Chapter 489: It's all the book's fault

As the name suggests, Mo Dou's luck is as his name suggests, he led the troops for the first time in his life, and he commanded 20,000 people, but he was all buried in just a few hours, and he was reduced to a prisoner.

Inkdou sat in a corner, closing his eyes in pain. Due to his noble status, Ning Yuan Tieqi gave him corresponding treatment and separated from the rest of the captives.

The plan failed and the operation failed, however, he couldn't figure it out, he acted exactly according to the instructions in the military book, but the result was the opposite, which he couldn't accept.

He was not reconciled, took out the military book he was carrying with him and flipped through it, and came to the conclusion: Impossible! The Book of War is right! It must have been a traitor who betrayed him!

"You have this book too?" A Ningyuan knight who happened to be passing by asked curiously, his eyes fixed on the "Art of War" in Mo Dou's hand.

Mo Dou looked up, only to see a young knight jump off his horse, stand in front of him, and unceremoniously snatch his military book.

"Give it back!" Ink Dou excitedly expressed his anger.

The knight did not care about the bad attitude of the other party, but felt a little strange, the captive had seen a lot, and he had never seen a captive with a book, let alone a captive who dared to roar at the victor for a book.

"You're about to go to build roads, what's the use of asking for a military book? Unable to bypass the class? "The knight is more like a modern journalist who is interviewing, and has a strong desire to know the inner secrets of the other party.

"Build roads? Bah! Mo Dou's face was flushed, and his expression was no different from that of the framed hero when he faced the sinister villain, "Don't underestimate this book, I'm not afraid to tell you, this book gave me the inspiration to sneak up on you, but a despicable villain leaked it to you in advance, so that you can escape, if not, you should be my captive!" ”

Hilarious comes, one, two, three, and then into a film.

Zhang Qiu laughed so much that he almost bent over, the other party's master general was really funny!

"Laugh, laugh at what? Scared, aren't you? Mo Dou suddenly felt jealous of his talents, how much he hoped that he would have the opportunity to come again, and if he had, he was confident that he would be able to grasp it.

Zhang Qiu wiped his tears, held back a smile, and told Mo Dou word by word: "This book was printed and distributed by us in Ningyuan City, and each officer of Ningyuan Iron Cavalry has a copy. ”

The truth is that the devil ruthlessly tore off the skin of the proud heart of the ink bucket, and it turned out that he thought that the treasure that stood alone in the world was just the ordinary utensils of the opponent, and there was nothing more striking than this.

"You, nonsense!" The ink bucket is unwilling, and the color is fierce, but it is difficult to hide his weakness.

As Zhang Qiu took out an identical book from his horse's bag, Mo Dou's heart began to freeze, and he desperately snatched Zhang Qiu's book and flipped through it in a panic, and there was no need to argue anymore.

As if it was a kind of ridicule, several of the onlookers of Ning Yuan's iron cavalry also took out the same book and shook it ironically.

Mo Dou staggered back two steps and sat on the ground, smirking miserably, no one could hear him muttering to himself.

From the moment he left the city, his fate was already sealed. Books are dead, and the art of war is used wonderfully, and there is one mind. To borrow Sun Tzu's words, it should be to know oneself and know one's opponent, and not to be defeated in a hundred battles.

The premise of the victory of the mourning soldiers is that the soldiers have the fighting spirit, and those who lack the fighting spirit cannot be called mourning soldiers, but declining soldiers. Before the war, Moto had been inspired, but he ignored the fears in the hearts of his soldiers. In the battle of Ningyuan City the year before last, the main force of Kang Guo was lost, and the rest were remnants and recruits.

The tragedy is also because Mo Dou is forgetful and forgets that Ning Yuan Tieqi is good at sneak attacks, so they pay more attention to defense than anyone else. Mo Dou couldn't see the clue because Ning Yuan Iron Cavalry implemented a policy of loosening the outside and tightening the inside, and the bright whistles that usually swayed in front of people were rare, and the hidden whistles lurking reached hundreds of people. Ning Yuan Iron Cavalry has another killer feature: the Crow's Hound Troops! The possibility of trying to deceive the well-trained and experienced hounds and then launching a surprise attack on Ning Yuan's Iron Cavalry is almost zero.

20,000 Kang troops out of the city, the movement is not small, although Mo Dou has long been strictly ordered not to speak, but the lack of training of the soldiers, poor discipline, their mouths are not open, but the sound of swords and armor, footsteps one after another, from beginning to end, the hidden sentinels are watching the play easily.

These outposts are so broken that if the alarm had been raised at the outset, Ink would have given up the attack and retreated into the city. Since the opening of the mine in Ningyuan, the soldiers have tasted the sweetness brought by the slaves, and they are always thinking about catching more prisoners, and the 20,000 people in Modou have naturally become their target.

After Mo Dou led the army out of more than ten miles, the sentries blew the horn. Once again, the infantry could never outrun the cavalry, and the panicked Kangguo army immediately turned into a flock of sheep after hearing the rumbling hooves of horses, allowing Mo to shout in vain and flee in all directions.

Pursued by the war horses, the escape of the Kangguo soldiers paled in comparison. The sky was bright, from the ink fountain to the groom, more than 20,000 people, many of them were taken prisoner.

With 20,000 more laborers, the harvesting operation accelerated, and within two days, most of the wheat fields were left with only a stubble of wheat stalks.

Ning Yuan Tie cavalry retreated, took a large amount of grain, took away more than 20,000 prisoners, except for part of the grain paid to the farmers of Shiguo, the rest was transported back to Ningyuan City to enrich the warehouse. The 20,000 captives were filled into the road construction army, and this year the construction of the road between Zhezhi City and Xijian City officially began, and the 20,000 laborers came quite timely.

Before leaving, Ning Yuan rode around the city in a mighty manner, and shouted to the city in unison: "Thank you for your hospitality, Your Highness Mo Si, and give food and strong slaves for free." We'll be back next year! ”

The declaration frightened the Kang people, and after a short discussion with the ministers, Mo Si was forced to agree to ask Li Huaitang to surrender, but Li Huaitang ignored Kang Guo's desire to surrender, he was not interested in taking over this mess, at least not for now, it was a happy thing for someone to grow grain for him and wait for him to bring a sickle to harvest.

After two years of scourge, Kang Guo's old and weak burdens should all be eliminated, and the burden of coming to take over Samarkand next year will be greatly reduced.

Through the torture punishment of Kang Guo, Li Huaitang used his actions to tell all small countries that war is a game between the strong, and the wrong team will definitely be ruthlessly retaliated, and those who dare to make trouble in Ningyuan will not be able to escape the fate of destruction. There are too many lessons, the Zhaowu Kingdoms, the Bone Country, the Five Senses are hidden, and the fate of Xiao Bolu is shocking, and even the powerful people like the Tuqi Shi people have been driven to a desolate corner to survive.

Since then, the terrifying strength of Ning Yuan's iron cavalry has spread all over the Western Regions, and everyone is shocked when they hear it. Perhaps, only the powerful Great Food Country can fight with one of them for a long time, but the civil war of the Great Food is in full swing, and there is no time to look east.