Sima Yi passed them all the way and quickly walked out of the Chinese military camp.

After leaving the barracks, you can take the car, and a coachman parked the car in front of the camp gate, waited for him to get into the car, and continued to walk forward.

There are also countless small camps outside the camp, which are scattered and scattered, and Lu Lian is tightly giving orders, and the camp tent of the three armies is guarded in the center. Every small battalion was fenced, and there were soldiers walking around.

They all had Jiao buckets in their hands, and they were waiting by the pot to scoop the broth that Sima Yi didn't want to drink.

It didn't taste good, but the soldiers wouldn't dislike it.

They looked contented, as if they had never been lying flat at all.

"A bowl of broth without even green onion and ginger will satisfy them." Sima Yi suddenly sneered.

"I heard that today's battle is very tragic!" The servant walking beside the car said.

He snorted coldly, "Wouldn't it be more important to have a plan for the future?" ”

The red-faced servant gave him a strange look.

Is there a problem with what Lang Jun said?

Seems to be fine.

According to Lang Jun's idea, since this battle was fought very hard, the soldiers should be even more ambitious, after all, the harder it is now, the higher the benefits in the future. Or maybe they've been lying flat and rotten before, and they shouldn't have bent over a bowl of broth this time.

The servant obediently did not speak.

After all, Lang Jun can't understand the thoughts of those who have today and tomorrow.

For most soldiers, war means that you can only live in the present moment – you can neither look back nor look to a future that will never come.

After seeing the broth, this Lang Jun continued to sit firmly in the car, tucked his hands into his sleeves, and the whole person said little and moved, only his neck turned around, through the fence and the firelight, to observe the situation of the soldiers inside.

"Stop." He said suddenly.

It was a small camp of 1,000 people, looking at the fence, looking at the flags, looking at the tents, looking at the wagons at the door, all of them were very ordinary, but the soldiers inside were very unusual.

They seem to have absolutely nothing to do with today's war, neither eating nor drinking, nor any brief celebrations, complaints, or spoils.

There was a shout from it.

Sima Yi got out of the car and brought his face closer.

Rows and rows of torches lit up the open space in the camp.

The soldiers, armed with hooked and sickle spears that resembled halberds but were more eerie, were practicing in the darkness of the night.

…… This is also normal.

…… What is abnormal is that there is a Zhuge Liang standing next to the captain, and he is also there to compare the command.

Not only do you have to command, but from time to time you will run in front of a soldier for one-on-one teaching.

He was already able to communicate with the soldiers fluently, and Sima Yi still had to think about the one or two strange words that Qianshou occasionally popped up in the native language, but Zhuge Liang immediately understood it, and even explained it to him in a very close native language.

…… Even if Langya Zhuge is not a famous family, but now his uncle Zhuge Xuan is also a 2,000-stone guard, is it necessary to have such close contact with the soldiers, and he also took the hook and sickle gun himself, and practiced it clumsily?

…… Hey! Cut off your hand!

Sima Yi immediately got into the car and ran away satisfied.

The car stumbled and stumbled, and finally entered the city, all the way to the market.

Compared to the homeless people who could only set up tents or even grass huts, although it was also a temporary building, it was covered with fur on all sides, so as soon as he entered the market, Sima Yi immediately smelled the unpleasant, but quite warm smell of animal skins.

Someone heard the sound of the carriage and had already run out to meet it.

"It's Sima Langjun!"

Sima Yi clutched his neckline, looking noble and reserved.

"I want to buy a strange thing, I wonder if your master has it?"

"Dare to ask the name of Lang Jun's strange goods?"

"Hmm......" Sima Yi muttered, "Human words." ”

People can also be afraid of many words.

For this battlefield, which is covered with tents, baggage, fences, ravines, and dead bodies for dozens of miles, the voices of people are extremely small.

There were so many unwilling roars and pleadings, prayers and curses, and not a single person's voice could reach the ears of the commander.

That's how they shouted their last breath, exhaled their last, and reluctantly became one with the earth.

The first day of the battle was like this, and the second day was not much different.

Yuan Shao was still attacking, still attacking unhurriedly, still exchanging the lives of Jizhou soldiers for the lives of Qingxu soldiers who were less than their number.

The corpses on the battlefield quickly became too numerous to get off their feet, and everyone had to change their trotting to brisk walking.

Because every time you run, someone will stumble over the corpse of yesterday or the day before yesterday.

…… They all did their best! Those comrades who had a breath, or who had a complete corpse, they did their best to move! But there are still many things that have been trampled inappropriately, and there are not so many shovels and barrels in the camp!

So they are still fighting meaninglessly on such a bloody battlefield.

According to the number and proportion of casualties, Yuan Shao is still suffering, but he doesn't seem to care.

The Jizhou army is still as thick as a mountain, and there are still a large number of troops who stand in formation from the beginning of each day to the end, and do not enter the battle.

It was such a battalion of soldiers who led the lead.

Every day, he got up first, opened the arsenal, counted the weapons, and more than half of the soldiers got up to eat the morning food, put on armor, and went out of the camp at the end of the day, ready to fight.

…… And then wait for a day.

Before the two sides engaged, the soldiers would stand in order, gather closely together in formation, and be ready to step forward and enter the battlefield after hearing the military order.

Wait until around noon, the troops invested by both sides will reach the upper limit of today's military budget, and Lu Lian on the opposite side will sometimes send more troops, but the lord's side will not send too many troops.

…… There are too many, the battlefield is crowded, and it can't be used.

Therefore, the troops who had not yet shouted at noon could sit down on the spot, talk, bask in the sun, and touch a piece of bread left in the morning from their bosom to eat.

For this reason, the soldiers are very satisfied, they are on the flanks, not the center, so the battlefield is relatively clean, there is a place to sit, and there is no need to eat in front of something you don't want to see...... Even if you have to, you can eat it.

They have a good chief, a good position, and a few more days to live, and they are so satisfied that they have no more greedy thoughts.

On the third day, the scale of the battle was not large, and the two sides repaired.

On the fourth day, something suddenly happened.

Their lieutenant was transferred!

He stood there calmly and respectfully, letting the lord of the first place look at him.

There was such a look once, but that time was too unforgettable, and his emotions were too excited, so he felt very vague about everything in the Chinese military tent later.

Because of that letter, not only was he transferred out of the Turcades, but he was only a colonel in a small battalion of 1,000 people, and even later it was rumored that even Fu Zhu was attacked by villains because of him and lost his position as the chief supervisor.

With that experience, he no longer felt the slightest emotion when the Lord had summoned him into the tent.

Yuan Shao really didn't say anything that excited him this time, just asked very casually.

Ask him how he feels about his wife and children, as well as how he feels in the past few months since he was transferred to the new camp.

It wasn't a difficult question to answer, he answered them one by one calmly, and even had time to look at everything in the tent quietly.

There were five or six lanterns lit together, so that the tent was as dark as day;

There is a mistake in the corner of the Jinbo Mountain furnace, a faint smoke coming up, exuding a fragrant fragrance;

Several scribes sat on either side, looking at him with incomprehensible expressions, all dressed in high-crowned and well-dressed clothes, and wearing jade-encrusted crowns, all of which were not in a mess;

He also saw a brazier, under the handsome case of the lord, the copper hollow carving, there were dots of fire dancing in it, but the ashes could not be turned up, delicate and beautiful like an ornament.

It's weird, think about it.

This big tent of the Chinese army is so empty, there is only a brazier at the feet of the lord, but he doesn't feel cold when he walks in, and there is a hot air with a faint fragrance.

"Zijing's talent, only for a school captain, such as a pearl in Chu, today you are promoted to a Zhonglang general, leading a large battalion, coming to the sunrise, how about it?"

As soon as this natural and abrupt sentence came out, all the little confusion about the Chinese military account in his mind disappeared.

He just looked at the lord with emotion and bewilderment, not understanding what had prompted him to give such an order.

Some rumors gradually spread among the Jizhou army, and no one knew which one started first, perhaps the businessmen who came to sell things first asked the petty officers and soldiers, asking them if they had heard of how brave and good the general was.

——I heard that General Zhao is familiar with Liu Bei, and he knows Liu Beijun's every move very well!

- If he leads the army to fight, Lu Lian will be defeated!

- What a pity! It's a pity that General Qian was victimized by the villain and has been snubbed so far!

- Who can not be moved and regret when he hears about him?

When these rumors spread covertly, they were unaware.

It's like he won't know how many charcoal pots he can't see are placed in the side tents on both sides of the Chinese military tent to make the big tent so warm.

Chapter 560

"Why should I avoid it?"

Lu Hangyu was puzzled.

"In this way, Yuan Shao will use him even more."

Sima Yi replied quickly.

"And then?" She was puzzled, "Zhao Zhao is a very capable person, wouldn't reusing him find me a strong opponent?" ”

"With the temperament of the strategists around Yuan Shao," Sima Yi said with a smile, "Couldn't the general think of what would happen?" ”

"You said you could ......do it with a trick," she muttered.

The smile on Sima Yi's face froze for a moment.

"It's because of the last plan that it's easier to succeed this time."

"Even if it succeeds, it's just a matter of degrading the trick again," Lu Hangyu still has to get to the bottom of it, "How to decide the outcome of this war?" ”