The thick fog of the early morning gradually cleared.

The battlefield is a mess.

The black-robed soldiers were cleaning the battlefield, stripping off the armor of the dead, gathering together the horses and pack animals that had not escaped, and the limited baggage they carried was also a great addition.

This battle occupied the right time and place, and the Jurchens among the enemies were only three or four hundred, and the rest were all Khitan, Hanmin, Bohai and other servant armies, and their own losses were not large.

Lothar frowned and said to Jeanne, "Frynn, Nina, what if they're not with you?" ”

"Cut, you can think of them too, why don't you ask Hans, Curles, and Captain Hogg?"

Lothar said a little helplessly: "Okay, now let's ask the head office." ”

Jeanne smiled and said in a calm tone: "None of them are here, I guess, they should not have entered the combat record - this is normal, who let me be the object of this test." ”

"It's a little bit tricky."

Lothar frowned, "I'll rest for a while." ”

He came to the side and sat down on the dirt slope, he was now in a superposition of both strong and not strong, if he exploded with all his strength recklessly, the dragon's breath or the holy spear were quite powerful abilities.

But his mental power is limited, and it's okay to use some small skills such as the fireball technique, and if he amplifies his moves a little, he will feel that his mental power is stretched.

"Speaking of which, that golden man's commander is really powerful, even more powerful than Lahail at that time."

Lothar said calmly, "It's normal, we just experienced a large-scale witch hunt at that time, and the transcendents either disappeared or fled overseas. ”

Then.

Two Varangian guards escorted a rugged-looking man towards him.

"My lord, when we were cleaning the battlefield, we found this soft egg who was pretending to be dead."

The two violently pushed the captive to the ground, this man was not wearing a helmet, he was wearing an old armor, and his face was full of fear: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I am a Song person, not a Tartar." ”

Lothar nodded and spoke: "Give you a chance to live, next, I ask, you answer, as long as you are willing to tell me all the information you know, I promise to spare your life." ”

The captive hurriedly kowtowed, "I do!" I drifted for half my life, I only hated not to meet the master, and it was helpless to work for the golden people, if the public did not give up, I was willing to serve the work of dogs and horses. ”

Lothar has a strange expression, and I still want you to worship me as your father-in-law.

"What's your name?"

"My lord, my name is Liu San, you can just call me San'er."

Lothar then asked, "Whose subordinates are you?" ”

When Liu San heard this, he hurriedly drew a line: "My lord, I am not a Tartar person, I am a signing army (which can be understood as cannon fodder) who was coerced in by them, leading the way for them, raising horses, and attacking the city must be climbed first. ”

Lothar frowned, he could tell that this Liu San was not lying, he was not what he used to be, even if the polygraph was not around, ordinary people could not deceive him.

"I didn't ask you that, I said it was important."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Liu San hurriedly responded: "This group of Tartars is a partial division under the command of the fourth prince of the Jin Kingdom, and there is less than one Meng'an soldier and horse. ”

"The Fourth Prince of the Kingdom of Jin."

Lothar's expression froze, isn't this their goal, the Golden Vulture!

He said in a deep voice: "How many soldiers and horses are there in the headquarters of the fourth prince of the Jin Kingdom, and how many partial divisions are sent like this?" ”

Liu San was stunned for a while, pondered for a while, and then said tentatively: "The headquarters of the fourth prince of the Jin Kingdom must have at least more than 5,000 soldiers, but there are a few partial divisions... How can a villain like me be qualified to know such a secret. ”

Lothar raised her hand, and the shining crosssword appeared.

Liu San's tone immediately became high-pitched: "Adults spare their lives, adults spare their lives!" I don't want to take refuge in the Tartars, I just want to live. ”

Liu San's body trembled, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was not dead, but the rope that bound him was broken.

Lothar turned the silver sword in his hand back into a cross and hung it around his neck, and said casually: "Seeing that you are still honest, during this time, follow me and lead the way for my army, rest assured, I am not a Jurchen Tartar, and I will not force you to go to the battlefield." ”

Liu San escaped death, with a handful of snot and tears on his face, and kowtowed again and again: "Master Xie spares a small life." ”

Lothar waved his hand, motioned for Liu San to stay away, and said to Jeanne: "Did you hear that, there are 5,000 soldiers and horses in this golden vulture alone, and there is a high probability that they are all Tiefutu, and you have a way to deal with elites like kidnappers and horses?" ”

Jeanne looked solemn, shook her head and said, "I'm not sure." ”

The power of the Iron Floating Massacre, she has just seen it, even in this dense fog, she was caught off guard by a sneak attack, but she still exerted a very strong combat power, if she was not with Lothar, she would definitely be surrounded by it.

If there were thousands of people charging in the plains and wilderness, she didn't think her side could win.

The only way to do this is to set up an ambush and make a sneak attack.

But this Jurchen is not stupid, at least the sentinels, scouts still know how to scatter, and it is almost impossible to hide an ambush army without the help of Frigilla's blood magic?

Lothar thought about it for a while, but came up with a rough plan.

"Let's all assemble, it's time for us to go."

"Do you have a plan?"

"It can only be said to be a prototype, this Jurchen person punched the Khitan and stepped on the Great Song Dynasty, it was when he was arrogant and arrogant, and it was not difficult to lure them into the trap and fight with us."

"The difficulty is that the enemy will most likely not step into swamps, canyons, mountains and forests, which are not conducive to the performance of cavalry, once our whereabouts are exposed, whether to fight or withdraw, the initiative will be handed over to the enemy.

Although the golden vulture is not a first-class general in history, it is by no means a fool. ”

Lothar's army, most of which were infantry, was difficult to escape once it was bitten by the enemy.

"Even if it's a prototype, let's talk about it, let me give you a staff officer."

"I wanted to try to use Hussite chariots against the enemy's cavalry, using the barricades to limit the enemy's impact speed, artificially placing traps such as spikes, triphorses, and thistles to limit the enemy's impact speed. As long as you entangle the enemy's main force, you will lead all the cavalry and copy it from behind, whether it is to attack the enemy's main commander or something else, it is up to you to decide. ”

Jeanne couldn't help frowning: "It's really just a prototype." ”

Lothar smiled: "Ha, where did you come from so many seamless plans, when they really arrived on the battlefield, it was nothing more than four words of improvisation." ”

Why is the cavalry getting higher and higher than the infantry? It's nothing more than the word "machine change"!

"Let's go, we have to go to the nearby Song city and ask for their help, we definitely don't want their soldiers and horses, but we need them to help build heavy grain and grass, including chariots."

Jeanne was a little curious: "How do you convince the Song people to help you?" ”

"Do you see those?"

Lothar pointed to the head of the Jurchen that he ordered his soldiers to cut off: "In the eyes of many Song people, this Jurchen is like an invincible demon, and we give these heads to some local officials or generals. ”

"Cut, aren't you afraid that those Song people will eat black? After all, you are just the Hu people in their eyes. ”

Lothar frowned: "Don't follow Frigila to learn those stinky problems of 'cutting and cutting' all day long - as for black eating black, you don't want to think that they don't even dare to deal with the Jurchens, why dare they be enemies of me, General Daqin?" ”

For the Song Dynasty, Lothar's feelings in his heart were quite complicated, both lamenting his misfortune and being angry with him.

Jeanne said quietly: "Perhaps, it is precisely because they are all frightened by the Jurchens and are already planning to surrender to sincerity, that they never dare to help you, the 'traitor' who dares to oppose the Jurchens?" ”

Lothar was slightly stunned, but there was really a possibility.

"Then it depends on whether our knives and guns are sharp."