Chapter 484 Ancient people have the pride of ancient people, if you look down on them, they may not be able to look down on you

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Spring and Autumn Period, Warring States Period, and the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty.

The so-called intrigue and trickery were played by people thousands of years ago in these three eras, and there is a lot of wisdom in them that still shines brightly even when they are placed in this information explosion!

You can say that most of the ancients were stupid, and that's because you stood on their shoulders. But you can't deny how much smarter you are than them when you're just as down-to-earth as they are.

There is a virtue called humility, and Wren does not deliberately belittle the great sages who have been active in history, but he also does not exalt them excessively. At this time, he was already standing on the bald scalp of the giant, and he needed to borrow the wisdom of the ancients.

In a world where intrigue often represents political struggles for power and mutual intrigues, the generals of this world seem to have a little more epotent brains in war than they do when they think about politics. They prefer the two sides of the open fire to set up their men and horses, watch the phalanxes crash into each other, and then complete the so-called war in a particularly tragic way. Even siege warfare is like this, one side is stubborn, the other side is desperate to attack the city, they never seem to have considered it, and there are other ways to conduct the war.

Oh, and it can't be said that I don't know at all, several generals who have left their own unique marks in history will also use some small means, but these methods are quite low-level in Wren's opinion.

Pilagos did have more soldiers than them, nearly twice as many, and almost three times as many as he left behind. This is definitely not the true strength of the Pilagos aristocratic group, they still have a certain level of strength. On the Western Front, defend the eastward advance of the elite on the frontier. If the small half of the empire can only muster an army of two or three hundred thousand people, there is no need for the royal family to quell the rebellion, whether it is the full moon or the Byron Empire, they all have the strength to completely destroy the Orlando Empire in a short period of time.

So Wren wouldn't have just thought that Pilagos had no one in his hands.

In history, there has never been a war in which less wins more, and people are often left with a very conspicuous aspect in wars in which less wins more. A small number of sides will create various opportunities to tear apart the opponent's formation through various means, maintain a relatively large number of forces in a small area to take the lead in annihilating the forces that are divided into fewer forces, form a local advantage, and then expand this advantage to the entire battle situation, leaving many examples of "winning more with less".

Wren intends to do the same this time, and in this war, he is the real active side.

Because no matter what he does, Moria, the other party must come and attack him.

The situation turned from passive to active, and intrigue came into being.

Time flies, especially when people are hopeful, and three days pass in an instant.

This time, Pilagos was in charge of Sirin, and he sent a general known as the "Flame That Never Goes Out" to preside over the attack on Moria. The unquenchable flame was a prestigious general that Pilagos had paid off for at least a decade. In the battle against the Full Moon People, this general always maintained a high victory rate and kill rate, if it were not for the support of someone like Losaf, and the sudden appearance of him as a typical guy, maybe this general would have become a border lord, giving his youth and talent to the border line of the Orlando Empire.

This time, Pilagos gave him, the guy named Riddle, forty thousand elite warriors, and five thousand cavalry. Pilagos's request was simple, he didn't think that Riddle could take down Moria in one go, he needed Riddle to consume a large amount of Moria's living forces and prepare for the real siege.

It may be that the days of being a high-ranking nobleman are too long, so long that Pilagos has forgotten how to communicate with the people at the bottom. His words were like saying to an experienced hunter, don't hunt tigers and lions, and I know you can't kill these things anyway, so you go and hunt a few hares.

He may have meant well, but the way he said it, inadvertently, inspired Riddle's arrogance.

You asked me to pretend to attack the city, and I just took the city down to show you.

It's a very strange time to be angry, sometimes the inexplicable temper comes up, sometimes the face is slapped by someone, and you can still keep smiling.

With an army of 40,000 and 5,000 cavalry, the mighty and invisible team set out from Xilin and hurried to Moria. After walking for nearly a day and a half after leaving the gates of Xilin City, they finally stepped into the territory of Moria. The straight and wide official road makes people feel sincerely comfortable even if they look at it. In particular, in order to prevent the wind and sand from causing wear and tear on the official road, and to prevent the wind and sand from harming the hooves of the animals, the two sides of the road are still in their original terrain and filled with green.

Walking on such a straight road, enjoying the cool autumn breeze blowing from behind from west to east along the road, and the hunting sound blowing on the corners of your clothes, it is really pleasant!

Riddle clenched the horsewhip in his hand, looked at the blue sky at the end of the official road, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He felt that he was really overkill, thinking that he was also a famous general back then, and the full moon people could be frightened when they saw him and his banner. He even thought at one point that he would definitely be knighted, and it was a big title, and he would be left on the border. He was even prepared to dedicate his life to the safety of the empire.

However, what he didn't expect was that the guy named Losaf, relying on the support of the nobles behind him, actually snatched the fruits of victory that should have belonged to him. In a fit of rage, he agreed to Pilagos's request, joined Pilagos's camp as an ordinary person, and became the most famous general under Pilagos. And the truth is that for a long time, he did play a big role, and no one dared to harass him just by relying on his name.

Thinking that he had been in a traverse for ten years, he was once again ambitious. He wanted the guys who complained a little about him to see who was the first military god in the northwest!

When the city of Moria was remembered, he raised his hand to grab the whip, and the whole army stopped at the shouts of the heralds.

As a successful and prestigious general, he knew that it was not advisable to fight after the march. The feeling of exhaustion may not be noticeable for a short period of time. But when a person needs to bear too much psychological pressure, this state will appear quickly. Dragging a tired body to fight is obviously not a normal choice.

"Rest on the spot, and try to capture Moria tomorrow before noon!", Riddle nodded with satisfaction as he watched the soldiers methodically begin to set up camp and set up tents.

Patches of camps would indeed have a great psychological impact on the other side, and Riddle didn't believe that the only remaining and only reinforcements would take the initiative to come out to fight them. He knew better than anyone what the old soldiers in the hinterland of the empire looked like. Those guys may be able to make a small fight, and for such a large-scale battle, it's already thankful that they can not pee their pants.

Suddenly, he smelled a faint smell of urine, and pursed his lips with a smile. This kind of thing happens a lot, especially after camping. When the soldiers who are nervous all the way relax, they will have a urge to urinate, and many people will solve their personal problems when they are relaxed, which is a normal behavior in the march. Of course, there is a deeper reason, the constant excretion during the march will leave a special smell that can allow some people who are skilled in tracking to find their tracks.

But Riddle didn't know that the smell of urine he smelled wasn't actually the smell of one of these soldiers when he was excreting.

In the woods, a soldier crouched on the ground, wrapped in leafy vines, blended in with his surroundings. He had been waiting here for two days, and at this point he couldn't hold it back at all, and he couldn't help the crotch of his pants as soon as it was hot, and he peed out.

Urine doesn't smell like anything when it's cold, but when it's a little hotter, the fishy smell and the characteristic smell of ammonia will drift far away in the wind. Good hunters and hounds, from miles away, can detect anomalies in the air.

It's just that there are too many people camping around, and no one knows where the smell of puffing urine comes from, and no one will panic and follow the smell to find it.

This soldier was not a native, not a Moria, the local Molia had already broken their spine in the siege of the previous day, and they did not dare to come on such a mission, and Wren did not dare to let them come.

Not far from the soldier, at most ten meters, two soldiers were releasing water around a big tree, they amusefully raised their faucets, urinated more than two meters high, and the two of them giggled and joked with each other. Just as they were turning to leave, suddenly someone fell, fell to the ground with a thud, crushed some weeds and low bushes, and bared his teeth and cursed.

"Made, I don't know if I got the urine that I just peed. ”

The other laughed loudly and ducked aside with a look of disgust. The man who fell got up from the ground, slapped the dirt on his body, and suddenly he paused, looked around in horror, and his face was full of twisted fear!

The soldier's heart tightened in the woods, knowing that the plan had been exposed!

He immediately took out a twelve-thirteen-centimeter-long tube from his bosom, and at the same time got up from the ground .......