It was dark, there was light snow outside the tent, and the right eyelid kept jumping in front of the bonfire roasting mutton.

"Batu, Gorrihan, they've been there for too long."

Wanyan Lou said to his own soldiers, who are also his nephews.

Standing beside him, Badu was a stout and very brave warrior, but he didn't like to act too much, so although he had great achievements, he was never able to take on great responsibilities.

He thought for a moment, "Marshal, maybe they are on their way back, the scouts have already been sent out, and they haven't seen a return yet." ”

"Well, I have an ominous premonition that the security will be strengthened tonight."

Batu's expression was solemn, he was full of completely irrational worship for Wanyan Lou, even if Wanyan Lou told him that tomorrow was the end of the world, he would believe it without doubt.

He bowed at the moment, walked out of the tent, shouted and arranged the defense, kicked and beat the group of golden soldiers who were resting and enjoying themselves with the women who had taken captivity, and ordered everyone to wear armor for the night's rest.

Because it was Wanyan Lou's order, no matter how dissatisfied Jin Bing was, he didn't dare to disobey the order, and put on armor one after another, so that he couldn't have fun playing with women.

Not long after, Batu suddenly came to Wanyan Lou's tent with a few wounded soldiers, and he and a group of wounded soldiers knelt in front of Lou Lou in a panic.

Wan Yan Lou was staring at the bonfire in a daze, and his heart jumped when he saw this situation, and his tone was as cold as a snowflake outside the tent: "Gao Lihan, they are all wiped out?" ”

The wounded soldier kneeling on the ground looked up, and he still had several feathered arrows pierced into his back, all of which pierced through his armor and nailed into his muscles.

There are also people whose arms have been cut off, who have lost too much blood, and who are holding on to their breath here.

"Marshal! This group of Song Jun ...... They carry artillery! ”

After Yan Lou's room, he suddenly rose, "Artillery? How many doors? ”

"It's not the big one we captured, it's a small one, only this big ......"

Immediately, the wounded soldier recounted what he had encountered on the battlefield, and his face became extremely ugly after hearing this.

The fact that the Song army was able to create such a small field cannon meant that in the future, even if they only had infantry, it would be enough to confront the fierce Jurchen warriors head-on, as long as they had enough courage.

"Which army is this Song army in person?"

The wounded soldier said: "I can't see their numbers, but the military flag has the word fan written on it!" ”

This wounded soldier seems to know some Han culture, and he is also a son of a nobleman.

When Yan Lou heard this, his expression became even more solemn, and he said to himself: "Fan Zhuoyuan actually chased here?" Sticky Han didn't even notice it? ”

He clenched his fists, and this trip to the south led to Fan Zhuoyuan's Xiaojie army to swallow it, which was originally an established policy.

However, I didn't expect the other party to bypass his main force and rush to his own strange army instead, it seems that the other party's purpose has been clear, that is, to swallow himself completely, so as to severely demoralize the Jin army.

Wanyan Lou let a few wounded soldiers kneel at the door, and then slowly paced back and forth in the tent, occasionally asking about everything that happened on the battlefield today, especially about the approximate interval between the two guns.

After knowing the tactics used by Fan Zhuoyuan, he was even more afraid of the new field artillery, knowing that the method commonly used by the Jin army to charge the formation could not be used easily, otherwise he would definitely end up in the same miserable end.

He said to himself, "Five thousand cavalry, five thousand infantry...... The infantry of the Song people was often not good at cavalry, and our soldiers were the best cavalry when they got on their horses, and the strongest infantry when they got off their horses.

You need to find a way to eat his cavalry first, and without cavalry, the infantry is not afraid of a large formation. It's just that this is the land of Song, and if the war drags on for a long time, the Song army from all directions may surround it, and the ants will bite and kill the elephants.

Well, it's really not good, when the whole division is the top ......"

Then he turned his head and instructed his own soldiers, Badu: "Batu, go down and tell them that they can keep the most valuable and lightweight things, and the rest may need to be destroyed tomorrow, including all the wealth and children!" ”

Batu was surprised: "In this way, everyone may be very dissatisfied. ”

Wan Yan Lou said with a cruel smile: "It's okay to go north with so many burdens, but you can stay behind by yourself." ”

The wounded soldiers looked at Wan Yan Lou in surprise and said incredulously: "Marshal, aren't you fighting with this group of Song troops?" ”

Wanyan Lou said slowly: "We are too far into the army alone, and we have already committed a taboo in the soldiers, and we were originally worried that the Song army was a bunch of straw bales, so we did it.

But now that you have encountered an unexpected army, you must be careful at all times.

Of course, it's not that they don't fight at all, whether they can fight or not depends on whether they will join tomorrow, if they don't calm down, hum, the old man doesn't care about eating this elite! ”

As the night passed, the climate became colder.

In this era, cotton had not yet been widely spread, and the only thing that soldiers could rely on to protect themselves from the cold was heavy leather armor.

Fortunately, the camp is stable enough, and there is always no shortage of supplies for the use of troops in the interior.

Early in the morning, the smoke of the two armies, twenty miles apart, could already be seen rising from each other.

Fan Zhuoyuan got up early in the morning and walked out of the camp tent, the men in each camp had already begun to prepare breakfast, everyone knew that there would be a fierce battle next, this may be the last meal in many people's lives, so the men used materials unceremoniously and squandered the ingredients and grass from Cangzhou City and the nearby manor.

Fan Zhuoyuan came to a fire that was still alive last night, set up a pot and cooked mutton ramen.

The mutton is leftover from last night, mixed with sauce to fully absorb the flavor, there is no spicy in this era, it can only be replaced with peppercorns and ginger slices, mixed with minced garlic, green onion segments on the left, and wild vegetables.

In the pot on the other side, the noodles are rolling, the noodles are old noodles, after Fan Zhuoyuan kneaded 7749 with great strength last night, and then after the awakening and fermentation, it is already a rare gluten.

When the ramen noodles are divided into tendons, one into two, two into four, four into eight, until the pull can no longer be fine, and then put into the boiling water, silently count eighty times, and then take it out, just not old and not raw, enough to maintain the strength of gluten.

In the pot on the other side, the mutton soup that has been warmed overnight by the bonfire is the time when the fragrance is fragrant and rich.

Fan Zhuoyuan lifted the lid of the pot, scooped it out immediately, poured it on top of the noodles, and then spread the mutton with sauce that had been prepared on it, waving the fast and stirring for a while.

The fragrance made the nearby soldiers sniff and swallow their saliva.

Fan Zhuoyuan patted the table and said, "If you want to eat, you can eat it yourself." ”

A group of soldiers were overjoyed, pulled up the noodles with a smile on their faces, and boiled them under the boiling water.

Fan Zhuoyuan said with a smile in his eyes: "Kill all the golden dogs with me today, and turn around the mutton and drink enough!" ”

The morale of the soldiers was high, and many years later, some of them still remembered this day, against the wind and frost all night, warm mutton, boiled noodles, and went on the road with a rage, swearing to kill the gold thief, that pride and ambition, unforgettable.

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