"Around the place where our army was camped, many scouts and spies were found. ”

Yougen picked up the corn flour cake, took a bite, chewed it a few times, swallowed it, and then said to Liu Heng: "They haven't sent troops, it seems that their predicament has exceeded my expectations." ”

"You're saying they're not going to fight us?"

Grabbing the chicken legs, Liu Heng, whose face flashed with doubt, glanced at Yougen, raised the bowl in front of him, and took a sip of the wine in the bowl.

"Yes, but not now. ”

Yougen frowned, lowered his head and pondered for a moment.

"They're going to be trying to raise food and we're going to kill us. ”

"When sending troops to fight, even if they only provide miscellaneous porridge to the soldiers every day, the need is huge. ”

With a bite on the chicken leg, Liu Heng tore off a large piece of chicken hard.

"Where can they raise all this grain?"

"If you can't raise it, you can borrow it. ”

The candle flame in the barracks shook slightly, and Yougen picked up the wine cup on the table and stared at the fluctuating wine in the cup and the candle flame floating with the wine.

"There are still its forces around, and the two counties will definitely be able to borrow grain and grass at any cost. ”

"After borrowing grain and grass, they will jointly send troops to attack us in order to recover the grain of their county. ”

"So what are we going to do?"

Frowning, Liu Heng looked at Yougen, who raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

"When they don't have food, that's when they're at their weakest. ”

"It's time for us to act. ”

"They all have their own villages, and there are more soldiers than our army, do you have a way?"

"Huh. ”

Yougen grabbed the roast chicken in the wooden basin and tore off the hind legs of the roast chicken, with a confident smile on his face.

"No way. ”

"Uh......"

The chewing action stopped suddenly, and Liu Heng stared at Yougen with wide eyes.

"Didn't you say there was a third step?"

Hearing this, Yougen shrugged his shoulders.

"If they don't come to the decisive battle, what can I do. ”

Liu Heng stopped talking, but just looked at Yougen in a daze, and looked at Yougen a little empty-hearted.

"I'll just say it casually. ”

There was no moon in the dark night sky, only a few stars.

The light was dim on the wasteland, and torches were lit in the wooden village.

Next to the wooden village, a continuous barracks were built, and Zhou He stayed in the handsome tent in the barracks, sitting on a soft cushion, and Zhou He sat opposite him.

"How's the situation in the village?"

"Don't worry, general. ”

Zhou Mei raised his head slightly and replied with a straight face.

"Everything is fine. ”

"Huh. ”

With a chuckle, Zhou He raised his eyebrows slightly.

"There is no food to eat, and they are being watched by our soldiers, and those slaves are still safe?"

"General. ”

There was a slight sweat on his forehead, and the beard that surrounded Zhou Miao's cheeks began to tremble.

"There is some commotion in the village, but the situation is not very bad. ”

"Oh. ”

Zhou He's face darkened slightly, and his eyes surged with ferocity.

"Send more soldiers, stationed at the gate and watchtower, if there is any trouble, kill them!"

"Yes!"

Just ten meters away from the wooden village, in a forest full of soaphorn and coniferous pine.

Yougen stood on a soaphorn tree, shrunk in the dense leaves, put his right hand on his forehead, and looked in the direction of the wooden village.

"Oh. ”

"It's really well guarded. ”

"Hey. ”

Liu Heng leaned on the torso of the tree and sat at the bottom of the tree.

"Running so far in the middle of the night to visit the enemy camp, are you sure?"

"Hmm. ”

Jumping off the tree, one of the roots swung his slightly stiff neck from side to side, making a continuous "gurgling" sound.

"Let's go, let's go and see the station of Dingbian County. ”

"Uh......"

Liu Heng blinked his sleepy eyes and reached out to put his hand on Yougen's shoulder.

"Don't throw up again. ”

The blooming red glow flickered in the night, like a mist of illusion.

Two hours later, Liu Heng, who was pale, rushed to a mountain with a root.

Throwing away the roots, Liu Heng leaned on a silver fir and sat at the bottom of the tree.

Yougen jumped to the top of the cedar tree, glanced at the main village of Dingbian County, and jumped off the tree.

"How?"

Liu Heng, who was sitting at the bottom of the tree, frowned, showing doubts.

"Don't look more?"

"No need. ”

"No more?"

Liu Heng looked at Yougen's back who walked in front of him, and the doubt on his face became even stronger.

"Anyang County uses wooden villages to raise slave civilians. ”

"Dingbian County kept slave civilians in captivity in stone houses. ”

The corners of his mouth grinned slightly, and a smile appeared on his rooted face, and his eyes were full of mockery.

"They regard it as a dog, but if a dog picks up a sword or a spear, he is a soldier. ”

"Oh?"

Liu Heng, who looked puzzled, walked to Yougen's side and said, "Slaves are in captivity and supervised, how can they become soldiers?"

"What's the reasoning?"

"Take up the sword, and the hungry slaves will turn into evil spirits and Shura. ”

In the dense forest on the mountain, the sound of wild beasts and insects is endless, and the rotten leaves and rotten branches under the feet of the two people are trampled and make a "quack" sound.

"The slaves are defenseless, and the swords are there?"

"General. ”

Yougen turned his head, looked at Liu Heng with a puzzled face, and smiled.

"The two villages were built on rivers, streams and lakes, and they were used as places to draw water. ”

"And now, these water sources will add more than 10,000 soldiers to us. ”

After speaking, Yougen no longer paid attention to Liu Heng, who was especially ignorant, and walked straight to Liu Heng.

"General, let's go back to the camp. ”

The next day, the sky was no longer as clear and hot as it had been, and there was a sudden low temperature in the wilderness, mixed with the cold wind blowing outside.

Summer is coming to an end, and all beings are ushering in the autumn and winter of withering.

After a while, insects and birds in the wild will become scarce.

At this time, the beasts began to gather food in preparation for the coming harsh winter.

Among the stone houses lined up like tombs, the unclothed slaves, braving the biting cold wind and holding improvised tools, walked towards the river outside the barracks.

The flowing water in autumn is cold and biting.

The cold wind blows the fallen leaves on the water, and the reflection on the shaking water surface also shakes with the water.

The yellow-faced, armourless rangers, riding well-fed grassy horses, shuttled not far from the slaves who drew water by the river.

The unkempt slaves filled some of the river water in crude wooden basins and earth-colored porcelain bowls by the river, and then stopped where they were.

Holding sharpened sticks and sparse fishing nets, many slaves waded in the shallows of the river, bowing their heads and carefully looking for small fish and shrimp swimming in the mud, while more people sat on the river bank and drank from the water.

The river continued to flow, and it was noon, but the slaves in the river still did not have much to gain, but they had no intention of leaving.

On the bank of the river, the old and weak women and children who were waiting for them did not leave, and the rangers who monitored them had already changed a batch.

The whole army ran out of food, and the short guards could only boil grass roots and bark, while his soldiers still had wild vegetables to use, and the two were much better than the slaves who had nothing.

"Look!"

"What's that!?"

Suddenly, an exclamation of surprise came from among the slaves who had entered the river, and the slaves on the bank of the river and the slaves in the river all looked towards the river.

A few severed pieces of rotten wood slowly drove from upstream.

On one of the rotten trees, a piece of sackcloth was tied.

The sackcloth had long been soaked by the river, but the bulging sacks of sackcloth still stopped in the sunny position, exposed to the slaves.

From under the linen, there was a fragrance that was extremely tempting to the slaves.

The aroma comes from the corn that is already cold under the linen.