Chapter 182: Ji Shirou deliberately threw an olive branch
The two rode back to the camp, and before they arrived at the camp, they saw the mighty army galloping out of the camp, as if they were going to the battlefield.
In the blink of an eye, he was about to lead his troops into battle.
"Wait."
Gu Lianlian stuffed the Yunnan Baiyao in his pocket into his hand, saying that he would stay and change the medicine for him, but he couldn't find a chance, so he could only leave it to himself and let others give him medicine.
"Wait until I get back." Huo Quzhi grabbed her hand and wrote four words in her palm.
Gu Lianlian hugged the little white fox and nodded in agreement, which Cheng thought that he would go to the battlefield this time, and there was no response for five or six days, did she still have to wait for him to come back? She wanted to go home.
Wouldn't it be nice to say goodbye without saying goodbye?
Gu Lianlian simply regarded Huo Quai's camp as his studio, constantly improving and modifying his design works every day, and waiting for Huo Quai's return to the camp while creating.
Draw a curtain in the camp tent, block the sewing machine, sewing machine, bury yourself in making clothes every day, use laptop to design renderings, make patterns, make craft books, devote yourself to creation, and be busy in the dark.
Time is like quicksand between her fingers, a month and a half has passed in a snap of her fingers, she has even learned a lot of ancient official dialects, and she can do simple communication without writing, and the prostitute Captain Yao who told her to wait for him to come back is still far away.
At night, Gu Lianlian nested in the quilt and thought to herself: "I'll wait another day, and if I don't come back, I won't say goodbye." ”
In the battle of Monan between the Han army and the Xiongnu, the two sides were evenly matched, and each had its own victory or defeat.
In the vast grassland, if the battle line is stretched, the weakness of the Han army's untimely supply of grain and grass will be exposed, and the Xiongnu want to seize the weakness of the Han army to lure the enemy into depth, encircle and suppress the strength of the Han army, fight if you win, and run away if you can't win, but General Wei is well aware of his own weakness and does not dare to drive straight in.
Seeing that the plan to lure the enemy into the depths failed, the encirclement and suppression failed, and the Han army's three-way army converged at this time, killing and capturing more than 10,000 Xiongnu people, and then if they didn't run, they would be surrounded by counter-surrounding, becoming the ghost of the Han army's arrows.
The Xiongnu moved north, but the loss of their own soldiers and horses was countless, General Wei felt that he could not chase anymore, and the treasury could not afford to fight again, anyway, he had already won, and drove the Xiongnu out of Monan, and suddenly gave an order: the division returned to the dynasty.
Behind him, there was a cheer from the army, and after a few years of fighting, they could finally go home.
I don't know when a light rain fell in the sky, Huo Quzhi looked in the direction of Mobei, the rain fell on his tired army, but it couldn't wash away the thick murderous aura on his body, it was obviously a victory, but he was not excited at all, and there was only a thick depression and unwillingness in his black eyes.
Before the expedition, the emperor's expectation for this battle was to annihilate the main force of the Huns, but the final result of this battle was not to annihilate the main force of the Huns, but only to drive the main force away.
Wei Qing noticed the unwillingness in his nephew's eyes, rode closer, and patted him on the shoulder: "Weapons, grain and grass, and horses are already unaffordable, let's go, we will come to Japan for a long time." ”
Huo Quzhi slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had already suppressed all the unwillingness under his eyes, and then turned the horse's head, and a pair of beautiful eyes full of worship unconsciously appeared in his mind, it was time to return.