The moon hangs high, and the north wind protrudes.

Li Xuan stood on the high slope north of the Yellow River at the mouth of the Longwu River, dressed in black and armored, with a calm gaze, and said in a low voice: "This is already the third day. ”

In June, the weather is mostly northeasterly, northerly, and occasionally southwesterly.

Three days ago, when the north wind rose, Li Xuan had already come here.

Li Xuan lowered his head and looked at his own camp below, his eyes were piercing.

In the big village on the north bank of the Yellow River, it is now in the midst of a short rest after the war, and some people are even tired and sleeping.

Li Duozuo stood on the edge of the river, and on the surface of the Yellow River in front of him, there were countless raft fragments, some of which were even tied to ropes.

No matter how turbulent the Yellow River is, it won't be able to wash them away for a while.

Farther afield, a large group of rafts occupies almost half of the river's surface.

On the south bank, their ropes were held to ensure that their rafts, which were out of range of catapults, would not be affected in the slightest.

The least thing on the river surface is the corpse of the Tibetan soldiers.

In the past few days, the number of attacks of the Tibetan people has been very frequent.

Whenever the raft crossed the middle of the Yellow River, the Tibetan soldiers behind rushed over almost like crazy, laying rafts and shooting arrows.

The catapults, archers, and even crossbowmen on the north bank of the Yellow River used almost all their strength each time to drive them back.

But fortunately, they were tired enough, but the Tubo people died enough.

On the surface of the river, standing unsteadily, it is difficult for the Tibetans' bows and arrows to shoot accurately.

Except for those unlucky guys on the north shore, everyone else didn't have much of a problem, but they were very tired from pulling their bows.

Bows and arrows, crossbow arrows.

Even though the Tibetans carried a lot of shields, they didn't know how many people died after several attacks.

No one bothered to count the bodies now, so they could only throw them into the river and let them drift into the river.

The fish in the river are really full for a while.

If more people die, the Tubo people will naturally not be sent to death at will.

However, each time they were closer to the north bank than the last time, and although more people died, they also posed a greater threat to the north bank of the Yellow River.

According to the law of the previous two days, tonight, it is very likely that the Tibetans will not attack again.

This made Li Duozuo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a soldier came running from behind, ran to Li Duozuo's ear, and said a few words to him.

Li Duozuo raised his eyebrows, turned around and immediately walked briskly towards the big tent of the Chinese army.

Just after Li Duozuo left, a somewhat sneaky figure appeared on the shore.

Li Xuan was on the high slope, seeing everything in his eyes, and all the actions of Qin Shi couldn't hide it from him at all.

"Looks like it's all going to be tonight." Li Xuan turned sideways and asked, "Where have the daredevils from the east and west roads arrived?" ”

"Back to the prince, they have arrived behind the Zhanjia village on the south bank, and they are resting and recuperating, and they are ready to listen to orders." Li Zhu walked out of Li Xuan's shadow and bowed his hand.

"Spread the news, they only have half an hour to rest, and after half an hour, follow the signal." Li Xuan waved his hand casually.

Li Zhu immediately turned around and walked towards the rear, and soon, the order was passed out, and he also returned to Li Xuan's side.

Seeing the sneaky figure approaching the catapult, Li Xuan said lightly: "Tell Li Duozuo that the plan has begun, and the people in the dark are ready to move and act at any time." ”

"Whoa!" Li Zhu turned around and left, walking towards the rear.

On the hill behind, there were countless figures and horses standing densely packed.

These people turned out to be all cavalry.

There were 400 cavalrymen, silently appearing on the high slope behind the camp on the north bank, standing silently behind Li Xuan.

Li Xuan's eyes calmly looked at the big camp in the distance, beside him, three red drums were erected, and in front of him stood three burly, muscular strong men.

……

In the middle of the camp, Qin Shi slowly walked in front of the ordinary southern soldiers of the trebuchet.

Most of these soldiers have closed their eyes, even if they are not so tired that they fall asleep, they don't have the strength to open their eyes now.

Occasionally, a few vigilant people opened their eyes and stared at Qin Shi's body.

Now that the battle situation is tense, almost all the manpower that can be transferred to the rear battalion has been transferred to the front.

Only an old man like Qin Shi, as well as other doctors and fellow men, have not yet been transferred.

Although Qin Shi's face was not so unfamiliar, some people were also looking at him vigilantly.

It's not that he's suspicious of him, it's just a long-standing vigilance.

Qin Shi smiled a little awkwardly, he seemed to have come to check the casualties, and he didn't have much malice.

However, just when Qin Shi attracted the attention of most people, a figure silently appeared behind everyone.

With a swing of the sharp blade, the catapult's rope had been silently severed.

A moment later, Qin Shi had already walked around under all the catapults, and then under the gaze of everyone, he walked towards the back camp.

No one noticed, abruptly, three torches on the shore, extinguished at the same time.

On the peak of the south bank of the Yellow River, a figure quickly caught the signal.

Usiza took a deep breath, turned to look at Hurile behind him, and whispered, "Tell the children, go and prepare, and in a quarter of an hour, the raid will come ashore." ”

"Obey!" Hu Rile pressed his right hand to his chest, then bowed slightly, turned around, and strode down the mountain.

Usiza looked at the still quiet Tang military camp opposite, which was as quiet as if it were unreal.

His gaze lifted and fell on the mountains in the distance.

His eyes flickered, as if there were countless Tang soldiers staring at him in the mountains.

Usiza smiled suddenly, feeling somewhat sensitive.

With a stretch of his hand, Usiza took out an official document from his bosom.

The official document came from the camp on the west bank of the Nile, and there were only a few words on it: "The king of Nanchang appeared on the battlefield." ”

The king of Nanchang appeared on the east bank of the Nile, with the right guard soldiers supported by his men, and fought side by side with Li Jinxing, the general of the right leading guard.

The fact that there is this official document shows that there are already many people on the front line and the identity of the king of Nanchang has been determined.

This news dispelled Usiza with the last doubts.

All that's left is to go to war.

Usiza looked sideways at his own camp below, where two thousand soldiers were already in battle, and hundreds of rafts were placed on the side.

Hu Rile had just walked up to the soldier and didn't speak, and the sharp long knife had been pulled out directly from his waist.

The sharp blades shimmered coldly in the moonlight.

A quarter of an hour later, Usiza's icy voice rang out: "Cross the river with a strike, and you will not die or return." ”

"Attack and cross the river, and you will not die or return." The low and muffled sound of the cold forest echoed throughout the camp.

The next moment, Hu Rile's long knife was swung down, and countless soldiers had already rushed through his side like flowing water.

These Tibetan soldiers all carried light-looking rafts on their shoulders in a row.

In the light of the fire, it was clear that all of these rafts were made of arm-thick wood, tightly connected and even bent.

Between the rafts, all of them were connected together with ropes.

One by one, they were removed from the rafts, lifted, and quickly rushed to the riverbank.

The soldiers on both sides of the river bank completely gave way to the road at this moment, and were silent.

Everyone kept their mouths shut, not making any sound.

Although they would inevitably be discovered by the Tang army on the opposite side after all, the later they were discovered, the fewer casualties they would have.

The sound of "bang" still alarmed the vigilant Tang soldiers, and at this time, the Tubo had just crossed the middle of the Yellow River.

However, these people are very fast, and they have not been in the battle for the past few days, and the purpose is to make today.

Their abundant physical strength allowed them to walk quickly on the turbulent river, and soon rushed to the very edge of the raft position, and then without the slightest hesitation, the raft in their hands was thrown down directly upside down.

With a "whoosh", a long arrow was shot, and with a "pacing" sound, it was nailed directly to the raft.

The curved raft, at this time, not only allowed the soldiers to step forward, but could even be used as a shield against bows and arrows.

"The Tibetans are here." Shouts and gongs and drums rang out on the shore, and all the soldiers struggled to get up at the first time, some ran to the trebuchet, some picked up bows and arrows and crossbows.

However, when they did do it, they realized that all the ropes of the trebuchets had been cut, and all the archers had their arms so sore that they could not even lift their bows and arrows, and the crossbowmen found that they had not even had time to reload their crossbows since the last fierce battle.

But by this time, the Tibetans had already approached the south bank so quickly that the soldiers on the shore could even clearly see the flash of the sharp blades.

A few bows and arrows could not hurt them at all, and it was almost predictable that in a short period of time, these Tibetans would rush directly to the shore and then launch a bloody massacre against them.

The entire Yellow River was densely packed with Tibetan soldiers, and it was impossible to see how many of them there were in the dark.

Seeing that everyone was about to fall into despair, at this moment, somewhere behind him, the drum of "Dong Dong Dong" suddenly sounded.

The next moment, the Tang sergeant on the shore was instantly overjoyed, and then retreated like a tide.

There is no nostalgia at all.

On the other side, on the top of the mountain, Usiza keenly caught the peculiarity of the source of these drums, he turned his head sharply to look at his side, and roared in a low voice, "Adolma, what's going on? ”

"What's going on?" Adolma walked out of the darkness with a puzzled face, looked at Usiza with a frown, and said, "I did everything you asked me to do. ”

"You ......" Usiza wanted to point out something, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He turned around and looked at the peak behind the Tang military camp a mile away, and the sudden sound of drums came from that place.

It's not right, it's very wrong.

Usiza was keenly aware that he had fallen into a trap, and he lowered his body to look at the soldiers below who were crossing the river quickly, the frontmost soldiers were already rushing to the shore, and they would not be willing to let them retreat at this time.

He will not be reconciled either.

"Summons Hu Rile, speed up." Uziza gritted his teeth, and after barely breathing, the Tibetans had quickly picked up their speed.

The Tang army on the opposite shore did not react in the slightest, and the soldiers at the front had already landed on the north bank of the Yellow River, rushing forward excitedly, and the long knives had been raised.

It was at this time that the earth began to shake violently.

(End of chapter)