Behind him, surrounded by Liao nobles, all of them were well-armored, and the horses under his crotch were also incomparably superb.

Xiao Gan looked at it for a long time, and said thoughtfully: "They are camped as stable as a mountain, and the Song people in this department are really a strong enemy!" ”

Not far from him, he shouted, "King, do you want our soldiers to launch a wave of attacks first to frustrate their spirits?" ”

Xiao Gan shook his head and said: "Don't underestimate the enemy, wait until my 50,000 army is gathered, grain, grass, heavy vehicles, chariots, and continue to attack, and don't give it a chance to breathe." Now pass on the king's order, all the soldiers are encamped on the spot, and the camp must be firmly established and fully prepared! ”

At this time, Xiao Gan almost brought out all the people in Yanjing who could carry guns and spears, and at this time, it was already the last battle, if he defeated the dignitaries and nobles, the clan relatives and nobles would not be spared, and some came with domestic servants, and they had not even been on the battlefield before.

There are also thousands of these people, and they can only fight with the wind, and they are not Xiao Gan's help.

Under Xiao Gan's order, the Liao people around the Song army camp dug and set up a village on the spot, and slowly, the continuous camp appeared in front of the Song army sergeant, it seemed that from any direction, it was a Liao army tent that could not see the edge at a glance, and all kinds of flags were fluttering.

The flag-bearers on the watchtower kept sending flags, and the tents of the Liao army camps were mostly in the east, and there were also many close to the Song army camps, only the camps on the west side seemed to be less.

The sergeant of the Song army quietly watched the Liao people camp, seeing that they were called horses neighing, and the auxiliary soldiers of the brigade were facing the cold wind, and the accents of the alien races were noisy when they went out to fetch water and make food.

Slowly night fell, in the camp of the Liao army, the lights were lit up, and finally converged into a bright sea of lights. In addition, the camp of the Song army is also brightly lit, and you can see it from the air. It is like the appearance of several huge cities that never sleep around Yanjing.

That night, the Seed Master Dao gathered all the generals to discuss the matter, and after the Seed Master Dao preached the discussion, the Seed Master Dao stopped Yang Ling again and asked Yang Ling to accompany him around.

The master Dao was followed by his own generals, and Yang Ling was only followed by Tang Huai and a few other guards, and the group was silent. Just patrolling around the perimeter of the camp.

The entire Song military camp was heavily guarded, the soldiers patrolling the battalions were constant, and the shouts of the passwords were constantly sounding, but in addition, the surrounding areas of the tents were quiet and unmanned, only the lanterns and torches in front of the tents emitted a dim light.

In the outer defense line of the Song army camp, a large number of night watchmen were also arranged for each battalion here, which were placed on rows of wooden poles on the ground and hung with layers of lanterns. It shivered from time to time in the cold wind, and it also illuminated the surrounding boundaries.

In order to prevent the Liao people from stealing the camp, in addition to these night watchmen and lanterns and torches. On the ground on three sides surrounding the camp of the Song army, there were also layers of thistles sprinkled with secret investigations, and the key areas were also covered with rejecting horses.

In this era, it is not easy to steal camps, not to mention night blindness, and the banner of the cold weapon era has lost its effect. It's okay for a small group of people to sneak attack. A sneak attack by a large army is purely to add to the chaos. Therefore, it was extremely difficult for the Liao people to steal the camp of the Song army. In the same way, it was not so easy for the Song army to sneak attack the Liao army camp.

Yang Ling and Seed Master Dao came to the outer defense line of the camp, looking at the dense sea of lights in the Liao army camp opposite, Yang Ling's mind was a little trance, and he seemed to return to the afterlife. The feeling of facing the sea of city lights.

The group turned around the periphery of the camp, and finally came to the high platform, opposite the faint sea of lights in the Liao army camp, connected with the stars in the sky, and it seemed that they couldn't tell which was the sky. Which is the ground.

The cold night in the middle of winter was cold to the bone, and the wind here was even stronger, Yang Ling was wearing armor, and he felt cold to the bones. Sometimes a cold wind blows, Yang Ling can't help but shiver all over his body, and from time to time he hears the sound of the teeth of the surrounding people touching up and down.

Yandi is really cold, Yang Ling's soul is a southerner, although this body is strong, a few years later, he is still not very suitable for the cold of the northern midwinter.

In the dark night by the canal, Yang Ling and others saw a fire burning in one place, several people surrounded the fire, one of them also threw paper money from time to time, and there were words in his mouth: "The soul returns, the soul returns......

The Seed Master Dao General strode over, and soon he came back to report: "Old Seed Minister, it is our Jingyuan Army sergeant who is mourning for the dead Xihe Army robe. ”

Seed Master Dao nodded, and everyone looked at them quietly, although it was simple but extremely solemn, Yang Ling's eyes suddenly became a little moist. I don't know how long it took, when the others dispersed, the planter was wearing armor, just looking at the Liaoying Lantern Sea across the river and motionless, for a long time, he suddenly asked, "Guoqin, you were summoned here, don't you regret it?" ”

Suddenly hearing the seed master ask, Yang Ling was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "What do you regret, follow the old breeder to kill the thief, it is death, and you will die well!" ”

The seed master sighed lightly: "You didn't come, you already have military merits, and the future is bright, not to mention that the name is already straight to the sky, and if you follow a certain person, you will not be under siege like in front of you, and the future is unpredictable!" ”

Yang Linglang said with a smile: "The old breed has the grace of knowing the last general, the feeling of citation, the last general knows the grace of dripping water, when the spring reciprocates the truth, if you are encircled, you will be encircled, just kill the thief and kill it!" ”

The seed master muttered something, and sighed: "Although you are a fake civil official, you understand the truth of loyalty better than most literati, and those big turbans are full of sage books, not as much as yours." ”

Then he said: "After this war, the prime minister will send a letter to the official family again and implore him to return to his hometown." ”

The general behind him comforted: "The old breed is a father, and the western army is ...... up and down."

The old man waved his hand, "Xijun has been watching it for many years, and I'm tired of it, your descendants have the luck of their descendants, and an old man who is about to die won't occupy a position here to annoy people......"

The seed master then tightened the big flap on his body: "It's still too cold in the north, I really miss Guanzhong, people are old, and I can't help but ...... once I have been away from my homeland for a long time."

He turned his head and smiled at Yang Ling: "In the future, when you return to Jingyuan Road, if Guoqin you have time, the old man will make a pot of tea, and entertain you with good wine and food." ”

Yang Ling smiled: "It's decided, if you have the chance, you will definitely come to the door to eat." Everyone around laughed, and the cultivator couldn't help but shake his head.

That night, when Yang Ling slept until the third watch, he suddenly heard a faint sound of drums from the surroundings, which came from the Liao camp, and it was estimated that it was just a strategy for tired soldiers.

Yang Ling listened for a while, and simply sat up, his heart was surging, tomorrow's war must be extremely difficult, and he was painstaking, could he change the fate of the Northern Expedition?

Scenes of the past appeared in front of him, from the Baigou River to the present, he couldn't turn back, Yang Ling sighed: "Tomorrow, let's fight to the death!" He thought quietly, and after thinking about it for a long time, Yang Ling fell into a deep sleep again. (To be continued......)