Military rations have always been the top secret of an army, and to a large extent, they determine the direction of this war.

All of the above, whether it was Zhao Kuo's advance arrangement or just the right luck, eventually led to the Qin army's repeated misjudgments of the Zhao army's grain and straw, and naturally, the Qin army also formed a serious misjudgment of the battlefield situation - the Zhao army was already unable to fight anymore because of lack of food.

looked at the corpses of Zhao Jun with yellow muscles and thin muscles in front of him, listened to the descriptions of Zhao Jun's combat strength one by one, and carefully analyzed the battle loss ratio in the military reports brought by his subordinates. Even if he is as good as Wu Anjun Bai Qi, he has to believe that Zhao Jun has reached the stage of the end of the crossbow.

Then what else is there to say, the offense is it!

Immediately, on the twelfth day of the siege of the Zhao army, before the Wei army had quietly arrived at the periphery of the battlefield, the Qin army changed the appearance of a tentative attack and launched a full-scale attack on the Zhao army in the encirclement.

In just one day, more than ten fortresses on the periphery of the Zhao army changed hands, and nearly 10,000 Zhao troops were annihilated on the spot......

"Report!"

An urgent voice sounded in the camps of the Zhao and Wei armies almost at the same time.

The general hurried into the tent, and a gust of hot wind followed the fiery red figure into it. In the big tent, the fine sand table is still placed in it, but the general's big case has been moved away, and in its place, it is just a simple bed.

A pale-faced general was half-lying on the bed, a thin quilt covering the lower half of his body, and the upper half of his body was draped in a dry kudzu robe, under which was the heavy gauze, and under the gauze, a puddle of blood faintly revealed. Who else could Zhao Kuo be if he wasn't seriously injured?

An old military doctor with white hair and beard was half-sitting on the edge of the bed, cutting the pulse for Zhao Kuo, and then on the periphery were Zhao Wei and other middle and high-level members of Zhao Jun.

The soldiers who were dominating on the battlefield were now holding their breath, lest they disturb the doctor's diagnosis, and stared at the doctor nervously with tiger eyes.

But the doctor also cut his pulse for a while, but the more he diagnosed, the more his eyebrows drooped.

Just as the doctor sighed softly, about to withdraw his right hand that had cut the pulse, and began to disconnect the prescription, the scout happened to break into it, startling everyone.

"Why are you so panicked, I can't see that the military doctor is checking the pulse?"

Without waiting for Zhao Wei to reprimand, General Zhao Jun on the side opened his mouth to reprimand the general. Not only that, but more than a dozen pairs of tiger eyes in the tent immediately looked at the scouts who came to report with resentment.

That's all bloody firepower rolling through the three fierce generals! The temperature in the tent dropped several degrees Celsius.

Being targeted by so many fierce generals at once, even if it was the height of summer, the scout couldn't help but feel a chill on his body, and cold sweat climbed up his back in an instant.

"Doctor, please continue." Another general spoke, and everyone's eyes immediately turned to the doctor, and even the scout, who was on one knee, was secretly relieved.

At this moment, Zhao Kuo, who was half-lying on the bed, forced himself to sit up straight, and said to the generals: "The military situation is important!" And report it. ”

"Yes!" When the scout heard this, he clenched his fists with both hands and promised, but he didn't dare to look up at those cold eyes at all: "General Yu: From today, hundreds of thousands of Qin troops have attacked from all sides, attacking our army's fortresses in succession. ”

"What?!" When Zhao Kuo heard this, his heart was shocked, and a mouthful of old blood was about to spurt out.

It's no wonder that Zhao Kuo was so emotional, he laid out for a long time, built a fortress and stored food, and he even went to the battlefield and returned seriously injured, in order to stabilize the morale of the army and inspire his subordinates to defend the fortress and wait for reinforcements.

But now, there is no shortage of military rations, and morale is not damaged, but you tell me that you lost a defensive line and more than ten fortresses in one day?! You must know that although there are many fortresses built by the Zhao army, because of the terrain and time, there are less than 100 fortresses that have really been built. The Qin army took more than one-tenth of it during the day alone? Isn't that that, after five or six days, he will be wiped out?

Don't say that if you take one-tenth of it in one day, the Zhao army can still hold it for ten days, which is a stupid thing that doesn't understand military affairs at all. As the number of their own fortresses decreases and the cooperation between them decreases, the gap between their own troops and the strength of the Qin army will also widen, and the speed at which the fortress will be broken will be doubled.

If today's losses can be held for five or six days, it is already a conservative estimate, and the actual situation will only get worse!

Zhao Kuoqiang swallowed the blood that was about to come out of his mouth, lifted the thin quilt, touched the ground with his feet, and was about to stand up, but his body was really weak, and he was about to fall down.

Zhao Wei, who was beside him, was quick and held Zhao Kuo's right hand in time, which avoided the occurrence of "tragedy".

"General." An eager greeting sounded in Zhao Kuo's ears.

Zhao Kuo's right hand supported Zhao Wei's thick palm, his left hand was slightly raised, and he swung slightly in the air twice, signaling everyone to be quiet. And just such a simple action has already made Zhao Kuo expend a lot of energy, cold sweat can't stop coming out of his forehead, and then burrowing into the kudzu clothes and gauze, and the red on his chest is becoming more and more vivid.

And everyone's eyes immediately became a little moist.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Kuo pointed to the sand table not far away. The old doctor on the side immediately lowered his raised hand, but the deep worry in his eyes couldn't be dissolved.

He knew what kind of heart-rending pain a seriously injured person could cause when he moved easily, and what serious consequences such pain could be.

But he knew better that a general who regarded death as his home would not follow his advice, because he would not let himself die on the sickbed.

Zhao Wei, who was beside him, obviously saw the old doctor's desire to speak and stopped, but he knew his general's temperament more clearly, so he had to endure the sorrow in his heart and carefully helped Zhao Kuo to the sand table. And the generals immediately made way of a passage and escorted Zhao Kuo to the sand table.

"Bang" twice, Zhao Kuo got rid of Zhao Wei's arm, supported his hands on the heavy wooden frame of the sand table, and a faint voice sounded immediately: "Mark it." ”

"Quick, quick!" Zhao Wei immediately conveyed: "Mark today's battle situation on the sand table." ”

"Yes." The scout hurriedly got up and walked to the sandbox, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, apparently realizing how much pain his news had caused his general. The scout knew better that the quicker and clearer he could finish the battle, the sooner he could let the general rest.

Immediately, the scout began to briefly recount the situation of the day.

From north to south, and from west to east, the scout circled almost the entire sand, and every time the scout paused, he took a red flag representing the Zhao army from the sand table and replaced it with a black flag representing the Qin army.