The 10,000 losers who fled from the desert and were in a trance, like frightened birds, had just enjoyed food and clothing in the sand nests, and the meaning of passive resistance had already quietly spread.

Don't fight!

The laborers and management fought for a day and ran all night, and it was rare to drink hot soup in the ice and snow.

Besides, what kind of equipment do people have? Furs, muskets, rockets, thunderbolts, and other firearms were all armed to the teeth, and before we could rush forward, they were burned to death.

Let's just save it, and I'll rush at you.

In this mood, the outcome of the battle naturally goes without saying.

Less than half of the party soldiers got up and mounted their horses in a panic, and then rushed over. And the wolf army, which was faintly half-surrounded by it, under the command of Han Shizhong, quickly defeated these diehards and taught them a lesson with fire and blood.

The screams that resounded through the wasteland and the explosions of firearms were not the focus of Wei Minglan's attention, and he could only watch with envy as Han Shizhong calmly pointed out the country on the tall horse.

He sighed gloomily, knowing in his heart that the wolf army on the other side was different from any army he had encountered in his decades of life.

Well-equipped, strong individual ability, smooth teamwork, and extremely high tactical literacy of officers. The result of so many advantages is that once the battle starts, every soldier will consciously complete his or her own task, and the order is prohibited, like an arm and a finger.

On the other hand, in the party army, except for the iron harriers who have been trained all year round and have relatively high discipline, the remaining tribal armies can only have a chance of winning against some weak enemy armies, and it is much worse for them to deal with well-trained strong armies.

When those hot-blooded warriors were strangled by the wolf army, the wind and snow stopped, and the sand nest fell into silence, and the wasteland world seemed to stop breathing.

Zhang San handed over a leather bag, "Fifth Master Han, you haven't moved for a long time, drink a sip of ginger soup to invigorate your blood." "He is now a light cavalry commander, and his official rank is two orders lower than Han Shizhong, and this time he is here as a deputy.

Han Shizhong smiled back, took the skin, opened the stopper and smelled it, it was the second pot head.

He silently plugged the stopper, and then smiled at Zhang San ruffianly, "Brother Zhang, your wine is a private brew of the second pot, it is not as pure as the Guogong Mansion, and you have to drink pure to taste enough, I have it in the car, you wait for me to bring it to you to taste." As he spoke, he threw the skin to Zhang San without a trace.

Zhang San was a little embarrassed to defend, "Fifth Master, I also know that the wine in Uncle Shi's house is good, but the price is too high, how can we afford to drink it with mud legs!" ”

"It's okay, it's okay to drink mine." Han Shizhong said with a smile, turned his head to the guards and said, "Go to my car and bring the top-grade two-pot head that was given by the national government last time." ”

The guard answered, and ran to the guard to find a drink. But this guy has been looking for a long time, and he doesn't have the top-grade second pot head given by the national government.

The person in charge of Han Shizhong's logistics is the old man of the Han family, Han Changyou, well-informed, and hated Han Shizhong. Seeing that the guard had been looking for a long time, he came over to ask him about his condition.

After listening to the experience, Han Changyou roughly understood that the wine given by the Guogong was there, but it was sealed in the logistics office, and no one would give it without Han Shizhong's handwriting.

What's more, Han Shizhong's car was not filled with wine at all, either Han Shizhong remembered it wrongly, or Han Shizhong did it on purpose, and Han Shizhong's intentions were self-evident.

Lin Chong has implemented many military rules, one of which is not allowed to drink alcohol on the battlefield, although the prince has a good temper, but he has not heard of anyone who can violate military law without being punished.

Although I don't know what Zhang San's purpose is to invite Han Shizhong to drink, at least the two of them have not reached the point of friendship. In order to protect Han Shizhong, Han Changyou personally went to the logistics office and turned out the top-grade second pot head, and after a while, he took out two skins, one large and one small.

"The big one is for Han Ye, and the small one is for Zhang Jun, do you remember?" Han Chang specially explained to the guards, and if these little cubs didn't explain clearly, they would be chaotic.

Han Shizhong raised his skin bag and gestured to Zhang San, raised his head and took a big sip, so cool ~ water!

"Han Jundu, a total of 5,200 people and 33 people were captured, and more than 300 people were wounded.

Wei Minglan wiped his neck in remorse and despair, and his distant relatives in the guards were still swearing to guard the body of the general.

"Then kill! Such a loyal master and servant should be buried together in a good coffin. "Cutting down people's houses and then using good coffins to collect the burials, Han Shizhong's approach is a bit inexplicable.

Han Shizhong didn't understand it very well, this was all made by Lin Chong.

"Boss, what if those party members are bald and refuse to surrender?" Han Shizhong specially consulted Lin Chong when he was about to fight.

"Look at fame, look at status, the higher the fame, the more cautious you must be. But for second- and third-rate characters, as long as they refuse to surrender, they will be killed. If you want to feel better, or do it for outsiders, give them a good burial, so there should be no complaints. ”

Han Shizhong is absolutely convinced of Lin Chong, this kind of means and skills to control people's hearts, he has not considered as detailed as Lin Chong for the time being. But once this line of thinking is turned on, it can no longer be closed.

Out of respect, Han Shizhong still glanced at Wei Minglan's body.

The old guy's original gray beard had all turned gray, and his bronzed complexion seemed to be covered with a layer of gray, and the old general, who was once tall and tough, was now just a sloppy little old man.

Especially at the neck artery, the traces of blood splashing are still distinct, and the cut wound is turned outward, like the mouth of a catfish out of water, turning weakly.

Han Shizhong watched quietly for a moment, then waved his hand and asked the soldiers to send him away.

Glancing at the snowy and misty east, a hint of fish belly white began to appear there, and the weather after the snow was extremely cold. He subconsciously grabbed his skin and took a big sip.

A spirit has sobered him up a lot, and he has a long way to go, so be careful to make the ship of ten thousand years. Han Shizhong looked at the west again, there was silence and darkness.

Suddenly, he asked, "How far is it from Xingqing Mansion?" ”

This is a basic skill for operational staff officers, so the staff officers around him blurted out, "Two hundred and forty miles!" A little sooner in the evening. ”

If you launch a surprise attack now and take down Xingqing Mansion, this can be regarded as a battle to destroy the country, and the staff officer suppressed his excitement.

If it were other generals, the staff officers would inevitably analyze the pros and cons in detail, but Han Shizhong was both wise and brave, and even had more insight into the normal situation and timing than the staff officers. For such a general, don't give him the idea that he is controlling the direction of the battle, otherwise he will be adjusted if he is disgusted.

The advantage of being with Han Shizhong is that this product fights too fiercely, but he has an excellent grasp of proportion, and he will gain something in every battle, and it is really pleasant and boring to be a staff officer for him.