Those bodies that were already dead, or not completely dead, and were still twitching slightly, gradually froze.

Behind the barracks fence, on the walls of White Horse City, there were people with open eyes and silently looking at their frozen comrades.

Their whimpering sounded mixed with the cold wind, whistling by.

When the cold wind blew through the camp of the Qingzhou army, the soldiers drank the broth, still a little uneasy.

They were so confident that they didn't understand why the general wanted to withdraw his troops, so they showed off their loot while muttering and grumbling.

Yes, almost all of the warriors of their former army had saved a good fortune, and their wives and children could live in neat and spacious brick houses, and spend their winter nights around the brazier, sewing and mending, while enjoying the bedtime comfortably...... But, but they expect something more, better!

The meat in the bowl was gone, they muttered.

A few hundred paces away, in the outlying camp set up by the homeless, there was a completely different atmosphere.

The displaced people are caught in a huge contradiction.

Some of them grabbed the spoils of war, some did not, some grabbed more, some grabbed less, so naturally some fell into joy, some were envious and jealous, some wanted to show off, and they were very afraid that their belongings would be coveted by others, so they tossed and turned, not knowing what to do.

But they always have a full meal to eat today.

The soldiers always eat the best things, for example, when cleaning the battlefield, those horses that were shot and killed will be dragged back, and the seriously injured horses will also be killed, and then they will be turned into horse broth and horse meat skewers together, and they will be rewarded for today's heroes.

In addition to meat, the horse also had bones, a water, a huge horse's head, and four horses' hooves, which were left behind by the people's camp as a reward for handling the horse's meat in the cold wind.

The people of Qingzhou drank their share of the soup with relish, and happily went back to the tent to count how much money they had saved and how many extra little things they had gotten.

The local people carefully carried the broken clay pot filled with soup and cakes in their arms, and then draped the two clothes stripped from the battlefield over their shoulders, and ran out of the camp in a hurry.

They were frightened for a day, and they are still hungry, but their inner satisfaction is far greater than that of those Qingzhou people.

Their wives, children, and mothers are waiting in the camp camp!

Waiting for the two winter clothes with a sandwich in the middle, stuffed with hemp root, waiting for the hot and fragrant cans of chop soup.

The woman was busy adding boiling water to the clay pot to make sure it would fill the family's stomachs; The child stared at the clay pot with good eyes, and from time to time quietly stretched out his greedy little hand; The grandmother was babbling and complaining that her son should cherish his life and not get ahead; And the head of the family puffed out his chest proudly, smiled reservedly, listened and watched all this.

The cold wind rushed into the dilapidated camp with the whimpering and wailing of the battlefield, but no one had the time to listen.

The night was dark, but the footsteps of the land hanging fish on the hillside were steady.

She didn't need to do it herself, but no one else had the ability to see things like day, and she was so uneasy that she had to come here for a walk.

White Horse Mountain is not high, the terrain can even be said to be very gentle, although it has a name because of White Horse Jin, at a glance it is just a more undulating hill, unremarkable, it seems that it is not worth her to go here.

The winter night was cold, and when she held on to the hilt of her sword and walked slowly up the mountain, the hilt was even colder than the winter night, so the people around her kept dissuading, muttering, and whispering along the way.

These whinings came to an abrupt end when she finally reached the top of the mountain.

"What's that?"

She let go of her hand holding the hilt of her sword and pointed downward, and several of her soldiers looked at each other.

There is nothing there.

The moonlight on the winter night was cold and bright, sweeping down the hillside, and only the withered grass came out of the snow, and the black pressure was particularly desolate.

Someone turned to look at her in confusion and took a few more steps down with a torch.

He was shouted to him, but he walked faster and faster, and soon someone followed, reaching the bottom of the hillside.

"Fresh!" Someone shouted.

How can the low dead grass poke its head out of the newly snowed mountains? Because someone was there to relieve their hands, and naturally the snow was melted.

This wasteland in the shade of the mountain is full of footprints and horseshoe prints!

The news had only spread since the early morning of the next day, and the soldiers who had fallen asleep with a grumbling were stunned!

Someone had been in ambush there, and they were very patient, and they stayed for a long time, waiting until the two armies had collected their own troops.

What are they waiting for?

This question naturally pops into their minds and makes them shudder.

Attacking the camp was a very difficult battle, and when they stormed the camp, if a group of enemy troops swooped down from the hillside from the rear, wouldn't the morale of the army be confused?

Will the rear army be able to cope with this sudden attack? If they were accidentally broken through the line, wouldn't they immediately fall into the predicament of fighting on two fronts, unable to advance or retreat?

…… General Koroku! Eternal God!

"I'm not a god," Lu Hangyu immediately retorted after listening to these boasts in the early morning, "I'm a mediocre general." ”

Sima Yi was dissatisfied, "Why is the general too humble?" ”

"I'm not humbling," she said, "and the world often compares me to King Xiang, but what if he were the one who led the army?" ”

There was silence in the tent.

She hopes that she has the talent of Xiang Yu or Huo Quzhi, not only has a keen eye for judging the battle situation, but also can seize the opportunity, attack boldly, and make shocking results.

That's the real big guy! The heroic spirit soars into the sky, so it has left a dazzling brilliance in the history books, even after a hundred years and thousands of years, it is amazing.

Land hanging fish can't do it.

She didn't bet on whether her rear army would collapse, she didn't bet on whether her front army could break through Chun Yuqiong's camp under pressure, if she could break through Chun Yuqiong before the ambush attacked, the ambush would probably only retreat quietly.

How can she do it? She thought, tens of thousands of lives were in her hands, and it was up to her to decide who would live and who would die.

On the other side may be Chun Yuqiong, but what if the army and horses set up in ambush are led by Cao Cao?

…… No, no, no, it's not a priority.

The top priority is, if the opposite side is really Cao Cao, how will he find a way to annihilate her army step by step?

Lu Hangyu sat there thinking for a long time with a worried face, until Tai Shici couldn't sit still and wanted to speak, she suddenly spoke.

"I made a mistake." She said.

“…… Checkmate? ”

"But Wen Yuan also made a mistake." She said.

Zhang Liao couldn't sit still.

"What's wrong with me?"

"The horse that your soldiers found for Guo Jia is very strong." She said.

Zhang Liao looked at her stunned, and she suddenly sighed.

After fighting with the Jizhou people for so long, she has gradually figured out their advantages and disadvantages, simply put, the advantage is that the soldiers have enough food, there are soldiers, food and money, and the disadvantage is that the heart is uneven, and the commanders of the seven camps can build eight groups together, so there is no way to really fight side by side.

But what if there is a Guo Jia in this group?

Chapter 515

The large battalion of the Jizhou army began to stand still.

According to the dramatized statement of later generations, it is to hang the exemption card, maybe Chun Yuqiong has found the small dilapidated house on his isolated island, and unless he violently breaks the door, he will resolutely refuse to come out.

So she had to think about the next question: what did he want, or what was he waiting for?

The soldiers experienced this battle, some of them began to take a short rest, the soldiers came to the city, the homeless campers were not allowed to go, and even the firewood and water had to go out of the camp in a group, so when they saw the homeless people who also went to collect firewood on the road, they would always stretch their necks to look at it, as if they were looking at something fresh.

The other part of the people did not have this good luck, and they were responsible for patrolling back and forth on the road from Baima to Xucheng to reconnoiter intelligence. They did bring some small pieces of information, such as seeing a small group of soldiers and horses marching, and even some villagers wittily captured a few prisoners and sent them over, but the prisoners did not know what was going on, they only said that they were soldiers from a nearby camp, and they were assembled to march one day, and they didn't know anything else.

She herself had walked around the camp a few times, sometimes with more guards, sometimes with fewer guards, but the ambush soldiers who were ambushed on the White Horse Mountain that day seemed to have not appeared before, and will not appear in the future.

In addition, the Jizhou army did not have any strange schemes, nor did it have strange soldiers, so it was consumed and consumed.

There was an eerie calm in the entire White Horse battlefield.

This time, the servants added enough charcoal to try to warm up the small piece in the middle of the tent, although it didn't have much effect, and it was mainly due to the large number of people to raise the temperature - and it was not a good thing.

From time to time, a drop of water falls down from the top of the gray-white tent, and I don't know whose head it will drop.

I looked up and suddenly I was surprised.

The tent was sewn with layers of oilcloth, and over time, it had been dyed brown, and in the winter it had a thick frost, and at first glance it had changed color, but now it was baked by the heat, and the water in the crevices was dripping downward, and after a while it gradually revealed the true color of the oilcloth.

Several generals sat on the Hu bed with their backs straight, they were all people who had experienced battles, and they were not worried about losing their temper like Sima Yi.

So Sima Yi also sat upright, looking at her with resolute eyes.

…… Droplets of water fell on top of his head and slid down his forehead, and he blinked, pretending nothing had happened.

…… It just looks a little aggrieved.

"They're waiting."

Tai Shi Ci spoke first, "The general's grain and grass can still support the rest of the month, what will happen after Yuan Tan goes south and blocks the grain road?" ”

"When the lord takes Xucheng, he will have a large area of land in Yuzhou, and we don't have to eat the grain of Qingzhou," Sima Yi said, "How can we not support it?" ”

"Even if it can be supported for a while, if Yuan Benchu captures Suiyang, and several rivers will enter him at the beginning of spring, won't he panic at that time?"

"With the current situation, can Chun Yuqiong really support it until then?" Sima Yi asked rhetorically.

"The strength of our army is not comparable to ......"

The sound of the argument suddenly stopped strangely.

"General, do you remember the soldiers who came from Jiyin?"

"I've always remembered," she said, "and I've figured out what they're waiting for." ”

"30,000 soldiers?"

She nodded.

"If those troops come to encircle, what a big battle it will be?" Zhang Liao was a little puzzled, "How can we be completely unaware?" ”

It's just not aware of it.

She couldn't see or hear, but a net was coming to her.

The camps may not have given up their warm homes this winter, but they did come to her.

- It was indeed a warm and comfortable home, the pawn wept and told them. When the soldiers first set up camp, they scolded Xu Yu 1,800 times, because compared to Jizhou, which is a large plain, Yanzhou is simply an unbearable disaster for them.

They set up camp in the swamp, they toiled to cut down trees, set up wooden sheds, and they had to carry a lot of breathable linen cloth from the rear to isolate the inside and outside of the wooden sheds, otherwise the mosquitoes and flies in the swamp would suck their blood dry, not to mention that every night, the soldiers standing guard on the arrow tower could see ghost fires drifting far into the depths of the swamp.