With Min Monkey beside him to persuade, Cheng Shouru woke up, secretly regretted that vanity and jealousy killed people, and a group of jumping clowns almost lost their eyes, and since then they have turned a deaf ear to the chores in the main camp of Donggui, and it can be regarded as Lao Luo who has no intention of planting willows and willows, he is not in the main camp of Donggui, but because of the admonition of others, he completely subdued the only general of the Tang camp.

The discipline of the internal camp is under the unified responsibility of West Dec Nord, which means that if Cheng Shouru does not have the pressure of internal defense, it is enough to concentrate on dealing with external defense.

In the case of being calm, Cheng Shouru's performance is still good, with Helton and Min Monkey collecting news on the periphery, the surrounding enemy situation is naturally clear. He also began to concentrate his efforts on the perfection of the garrison warfare, which was ultimately a family history, and with a few years of experience in Sylvan, the Tang people's eastward return camp in northern Mashhad became more and more secretive.

On the third day when Min Wenhou alerted that there was an enemy south of the city of Mashhad, according to the Tang calendar, just after the hour, sand and dust began to rise three or five miles away from the main camp of Shuangqiu.

"Min Monkey, are you sure that the enemy this time is less than 8,000 people?" Cheng Shouru held the binoculars in one hand and stared intently at the creator of the sand, a group of cavalry rushing in formation, and less than half of the infantry.

"That's right, Lao Cheng. The Mishham who led the army had a good scimitar, but he was also a grumpy fellow, because he couldn't wait to give his commander Abdu. Massoud took revenge, and only raised 5,000 soldiers plus his original 3,000 men and came directly at us, probably to catch us by surprise. Min Wenhou stood next to Cheng Shouru and introduced the specific situation.

No one felt that there was anything inappropriate about such a sudden attack. At least the soldiers in the garrison knew that the Ghaznavids were concerned about their wealth and manpower, and that it was not a big deal to go to war without declaring it.

"Ha, anyone who loses the reserve home team will be furious, and he dares to run to our front, which is already full of courage." Cheng Shouru not only did not get nervous when he saw thousands of enemies, but used very relaxed words to tease the enemies with Min Wenhou beside him.

"Yes, it is still a powerful general, and the elite led by the main general of the enemy army was completely destroyed in one attack, and it is said that only a few hundred people escaped. When I heard the news in Mashhad the other day, I couldn't believe it was true! "Even if Min Wenhou has already leaned towards Lao Luo, the general, when he says it again, he still feels that this kind of record is a little unbelievable.

"If it weren't for you saying that you saw their defeated soldiers, I suspect you got the wrong message, or those guys came up with a deceptive deception." Cheng Shouru couldn't leave the camp, all the information was probed by the scouts, and without an example to prove it, he was still a little skeptical after all.

"Don't worry, those guys who came from the south later are all dirty and look like dead people who have lost their souls, and there will be no mistake." It's a good thing to be serious as a general, but it's a little uncomfortable to be suspicious and always ask about something, as an old buddy for many years, Min Wenhou has to patiently explain the accuracy of the news.

But this is also a helpless thing, in fact, until now, Min Wenhou can only be sure that the Luo general he believes in four days ago, led 2,000 cavalry to strangle ten times their Ghaznavid Turkmen by night attack, but there is no accurate information about how they were strangled, what the battle damage was, and where they have gone now.

Just when the two of them were leisurely observing with monoculars, the approaching enemy's untidy formation suddenly appeared some commotion, a few horses seemed to be in the air with their front hooves, and suddenly threw out the cavalry on their backs, and a few cavalry seemed to have encountered some monster that opened its mouth from the ground, and disappeared from the ground at once, and then some of the cavalry behind them also fell into the mouth of the "monster" because they couldn't control their speed.

In a short moment, the enemies who came like an ant colony turned their horses over.

"Lao Cheng, did you send someone to dig a pit there?" Min Wenhou's eyes widened, and he asked in surprise.

The place where the enemy was in trouble was at least fifteen hundred paces away from the forefront of the camp's defenses, that is, the equivalent of 1,800 meters, and a few seemingly ordinary places turned into traps for the pit people, and no one expected that, at least the Ghaznavids on horseback had no idea that they would plant their horses like clowns not far from the Tang-dominated camp.

Min Wenhou didn't expect that the garrison camp master, who was often in a daze when he was fine, would play such an insidious trick.

"Hey, didn't you think of it, monkey?" Cheng Shouru put down the binoculars with a smug expression on his face, "Although I didn't follow General Luo on the expedition, our General Cheng is also a general, and it is not a problem to deal with some rough Ghaznavids." ”

"How many pits have you dug?" Min Wenhou pursed his lips, "What's the use of putting the trap so far?" Let those bastards detect it in advance, and it will not be easy to hurt the enemy next! ”

"It's a bit reasonable, but well, monkeys, you have a set of stealing chickens and dogs, and you can't kill cows and sheep! This combat aspect depends on my brother. The kind of shovel that the Lord made people build is too easy to use, like this kind of broken place now, don't look at the useless land that can't be planted, digging a pit is not too easy, three or five people, half a day, can dig a fifteen feet square and twenty deep pits, make two brackets on the surface and attach straw mats to spread the soil, no problem if you walk alone, but if it is a cavalry? Oh, the Ghaznavids showed us. Throwing away the psychological baggage, Cheng Shouru behaved much more freely, at least his expression was much more pleasing to the eye than before.

It's just that Min Wenhou couldn't get used to his somewhat ostentatious expression, and stared at the Ghaznavids in the distance who began to become cautious, "Old Cheng, Cheng Gate, the general has called you that, don't be careless." Look, those guys have brought in the infantry, and your trap is useless. ”

Raising the telescope again, Cheng Shouru said while looking at it: "It's not just the pit that is the trap, you see, these bastards are about to suffer!" ”

The Ghaznavids had lost about seventy or eighty men to the horses' leg pits and pits, which had previously been hidden in the ground, and dozens of minor injuries from the stampede and collision, the Ghaznavids regrouped their ranks amid mutual accusations and curses. Of course, they were not fools, and it would certainly not be possible to ride forward again, so they brought up the infantry that had fallen behind the ranks.

The infantrymen who had been transferred from the rear to the front were equally cautious, and they lined up in a row, constantly poking the ground in front with their spears, ten, twenty, fifty paces...... Up to 200 steps, there was no fatal problem. However, these short 200 steps wasted almost half an hour of their time.

Why is it so slow?

Because there were an unknown number of four-legged nails under the cover of the low turf and yellow sand on the ground, these things were not thrown on the ground at random, but were carefully placed under the inconspicuous grass clippings and yellow sand, and when the floating earth and turf were trampled down, a four-legged nail or thistle easily pierced the light soles of the Ghaznavids' light boots.

So the Ghaznavids, who had not yet entered the best offensive position, had a hundred and ten more burdens—the lame ones that the thistles had quickly made.

"Lao Cheng, how much thistle terrestris is sprinkled over there?" Min Wenhou asked with some surprise.

"Actually, there are not many, only a few thousand, but they are not scattered, but carefully placed, and the spears of the infantry are useless." Cheng Shouru maintained a sense of pride and comfort, as if he had successfully stolen the neighbor's fat hen.

"No wonder every time we scout camps come in and out, you don't allow them to go there!" Min Wenhou also got used to it a little, and didn't mock the damage of this guy who was known as the gate, "What should I do next?" Got them close to the attack? They seem to have five trebuchets with them, which are not easy to guard against. ”

"It's okay, they have trebuchets, and we have them too, so we promise to throw them more accurately than them!" Cheng Shouru's face was calm.

The Ghaznavids had encamped a thousand paces away, a distance that was largely outside the limits of small trebuchets. Moreover, in order to prevent the eastbound battalion from raiding or sneak attack, they set up a lot of wells and horses around the camp.

Seeing the enemy's position and camp layout, Cheng Shouru smiled very strangely.

"Lao Cheng, what are you laughing at?" The sun has begun to move westward, and at this time it is the time to start a war with gongs and drums in front of him, and there is no need for Min Wenhou to take people out to investigate anything, so he is idle and stays next to Cheng Shouru's command position.

"Oh, nothing, I'll see the fireworks later." Immediately reined in his expression, Cheng Shouru pretended to be mysterious and said.

"Look, those bastards pushed the trebuchet out and are going to attack." Ignoring the man's words, Min Wenhou quickly looked around, and then visually measured the distance between his place and the Ghaznavid trebuchet, reminding him of the guy who seemed to him a little carried away.

The Ghaznavids were still anxious after all, and according to the normal steps, they should first obtain the correct battlefield fulcrum, that is, to secure their camp and let the soldiers rest, and then prepare for the attack.

"It's okay, our trebuchets are ready for a long time." Cheng Shouru still looked relaxed, because all the local combat methods had been practiced countless times, and he didn't need to give direct orders at all-this was also what Lao Luo repeatedly emphasized before leaving.

As Min Wenhou was about to kick the bastard, he found that more than a dozen spherical stones were thrown from different angles of the camp, and the stones flew far away, and the farthest even landed on the outskirts of the Ghaznavid camp, and in the process, three Ghaznavid trebuchets were smashed, and dozens of broken hands and feet were also created by the way.

The Ghaznavids' footsteps were suddenly chaotic, and before the rest of the Ghaznavids could re-fix their trebuchets, more stone projectiles were thrown over, and all five trebuchets that had taken great effort to get from Mashhad were smashed, and nearly 200 men were lost.

The cursing and wailing of the wounded in the chaotic Ghaznavid camp could be heard clearly even in the Donggui camp a thousand paces away.

The defensive attack on the side of the eastbound main camp did not stop there, with Cheng Shouru's order to "ignite", more than a dozen rockets were shot out, and the ground two hundred steps away was suddenly ignited, and then four lines of fire appeared on the ground and began to move quickly towards the position of the Ghaznavid camp.

By the time the Ghaznavids, who were cursing or wailing, had reacted, the flames in their camp could no longer be extinguished, and the wells and horses they had set up to prevent surprise attacks had become fences around them.

The flames began to spread, and a strong, pungent smell filled the entire battlefield.

"Is it kerosene? No, it's black oil, right? That's what you call fireworks? Min Wenhou was very keen to smell the type of incendiary material.

"That's right, it's buried in a shallow place under the sand, and the Ghaznavids are so unlucky that there are at least four places under the ground where they camped with oil." Cheng Shouru said with a happy air.

"This doesn't seem like your old Cheng's idea, and it's the master's arrangement, right?" Min Wenhou saw through Lao Cheng's weakness at a glance, but while exposing the truth of the matter, he couldn't help but admire the ruthlessness of the man who didn't know where to fight.

Cheng Shouru's mentality is similar to Min Wenhou's, he feels that this extremely easy victory actually has nothing to do with him, from the soldiers' drills to the layout of the camp defense, all he can do is tinker, or simply act as a symbol, and all the rest of the things are contracted by Qu Chang or Du Lieutenant below.

Even if the man surnamed Luo is not here, he is still influencing the entire eastbound team in all aspects.