"Wait." The fire in the camp on the other side of Wuliangha was not extinguished, and Yu Jingning buried his head lower. When the wind rose, his face was stained with a little snow slag on the ground, which was cold, and his eyebrows were three points sharper.

Yu Zhiwei stared at his face.

The young man's eyes reflected a shallow snow: "I said, today I will teach you to fight in ambush, since you said how to fight, then learn hard." ”

Yu Jingning: "Can you tell the direction of the wind now?" ”

Yu Zhiwei looked at the red tassel on Yu Jingning's pocket, distinguished it for a while, and pointed in a direction: "Towards this side." She had never been able to distinguish between the east and the west, so she had to describe it like this.

Yu Jingning's face hated that iron could not become steel: "Northwest wind." ”

The wind blew from the northwest and rolled to the southeast without stopping, and they were facing the southeast, and the red tassels on their heads flew in front of their faces.

"To fight a war, pay attention to the right time, place and people. This is especially true of fire. Yu Jingning lowered his voice very low, and the fifteen or sixteen-year-old young man retreated from immaturity and youthfulness, but he could still hear a group of extremely young Qing Yuelai, and the voice was wrapped in his ears and couldn't move, "Tianshi is at the front." Today's weather is the 'northwest wind', so you have to choose the 'right place' according to the time of day - you have chosen the right ambush location today. ”

The corners of his mouth hooked, and he smiled: "Then only 'people' remain." ”

As the night wore on, the area around Uliangha's tent became quieter, and only the whirring of the wind could be heard around him, as if thousands of troops were galloping past. Yu Jingning suddenly raised his head: "It's now!" ”

It's ugly, and it's the middle of the night.

……

The outermost log frame was isolated from ice and fire, and it rolled into the camp tent of Uliangha without stopping, and in an instant it was a high-speed flame.

The tent of the Uliangha was made of cowhide, and it was originally extremely tough, but it was still no match for the ten thousand enemies who were mixed with gunpowder, fire, oil, and poison. The dizzy soldier of the Uliangha woke up suddenly, rolled off the couch with a burning smell, and ran barefoot to the snow.

Duoyanwei Khan Bu Rigude came out of the tent amid the howl of the soldiers, and shouted: "What are you panicking, put out the fire first!" ”

As soon as the cold wind blew, Burigud was a little top-heavy, and when he stepped forward, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

"Great Khan." Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the diagonal thorn and held him up, "Great Khan take care of yourself." ”

When Břigud looked up, he saw a face with a sharp-beaked monkey's cheeks, which was Billeg.

Ning Yuan's defenders were so desperate that they didn't hear the sound of a cannon or a cannon. ran away after setting the fire, lying in the snow nest for a few hours, and the dare was all in the layout? The soldiers around were in a chaotic manner, not to mention the heavy food and grass, there were not a few people who were burned and frostbitten, and headless flies were busy fighting the fire.

The surrounding water sources are all connected to ice, and almost all the water they drink on weekdays is boiled snow water, but now they suddenly want to put out the fire, but they really can't find a lot of water sources, so they can only barely put out the fire with the snow on the ground.

Burigud held his forehead, and in this chaotic scene, he inexplicably had some tinnitus, he raised his eyelids with great difficulty, and asked in a somewhat chaotic manner: "Billeg, what are we going south for?" ”

"For Uliangha." Bileg did his best to support Burigud, "In order that in the future, Uliangha will no longer have to blow cold winds outside the pass. ”

Bileg clenched Burigud's wrist, as if bewitched, and lowered his voice in his ear, saying, "Also for the future Wuliang Ha Sanwei, to be able to become Duoyan Sanwei." ”

"If you go back now, what do Fuyu and Taining think of us?" From this point of view, Bileg's eyes were not the pitch-black or amber color common to the Daheng people or several northern tribes, but faintly glowing green, his lips buzzed, and he said in a low voice, "God bless Duoyan, God bless Uliangha." ”

This sentence was like a reassuring pill, temporarily calming the restless soul of Buri Gude, and also casting a spell to temporarily press his mind to retreat north.

Břigud raised his head, the chaos in his eyes disappeared, but with an inexplicable irritability, he turned his head and looked at the green eyes of Billeg: "They have firearms and cannons in their hands, and they always like to shrink in the city, and the iron cavalry of Uliangha is useless. Let me ask you, how many games have we lost now, how are we going to fight? ”

"The little ones have a way." Bilegg gritted his teeth, "There's a way to force them out of the tortoise shell." ”

The fire burned until dawn......

Yu Zhiwei grabbed the horse's belly, ran a few steps to Yu Jingning's side, and called: "Big brother." ”

Yu Jingning: "Hmm. ”

"What my big brother taught me, was my father taught me before?" When Yu Zhiwei first met Yu Jingning, he was already fourteen or fifteen years old, although he was just a young man, he was completely an adult.

But in the past ten years, the two of them have walked completely different paths.

She has lived for more than ten years, and most of her life has been living in Sijiu City, only the realm of the palm is the size of a palm, and all she thinks about is three meals a day.

Yu Jingning recalled Yu Zhiwei's words when he was young, as if the cold wind blowing his face seemed to be softer, and he unconsciously smiled on his face: "He taught it, but he didn't teach it like that." ”

Yu Jingning is a worried old hen, and naturally tells Yu Zhiwei about her experience in every detail, but King Pingshuo is different. He was still young when he had Yu Jingning, and when Yu Jingning was able to shoot the bow with the six forces, he didn't have time to stand. Where would the young and vigorous King Pingshuo talk nonsense with a little cub who couldn't understand people's words, so every time the Tatars or Warats went south to rob at the border pass, he simply took Yu Jingning directly with him.

"When I was not a bird, my father casually left me on the battlefield." Yu Jingning held the reins with one hand, and unconsciously put the other hand on the belt hook around his waist, "He said, 'The children of the Yu family have a big life, and it is not so easy to lose a small life', and asked me to follow him and take care of myself." ”

That's how he soaked on the battlefield until he was twelve years old, and seeing a war was as common as eating and sleeping.

"But there's one thing that's interesting." He looked back, facing the snow slag on his face blown by the wind, which was the northwest, the direction of Jiayuguan, "Every time he returned to the camp after the battle, he never wrote the battle report by himself, nor did he fake the hand of a strategist, but asked me to write it." ”

Where would the child write anything at the beginning, of course, it was a mess, and then Pingshuo Wang Yu Pu had to change it overnight before he could send it out.

But as he wrote, Yu Jingning understood-when writing a war report, he always had to summarize the battle situation and describe the way he played, which was not only a summary for the superiors to see, but also a summary for him to see. By the time he set off for Beijing, King Pingshuo had hardly changed his recitals.

After saying a few words, Yu Jingning was suddenly stunned, and some smacked out what Yu Zhiwei had said to him before.

Isn't he himself a blade on the battlefield?