In the feather forest flying horse, nervous and cautious, they went down.

It's really nervous, I can't go, I can only drill, if there is someone waiting in front.

After drilling for a while, it was finally spacious, and I lit the torch and moved forward.

To the place of more than 20 steps ahead, the road stops.

There was a ladder next to it, and they set it up, and they pushed it hard, and the plank was pushed away, and there was another patch of grass, and there was no mark on the ground.

"Who? Could this be a fake too? One scratched his head.

Qin Li carefully observed the wall, looked at the place where he had just entered, lifted the grass mat, looked around, and there was nothing.

"Calm down, don't be in a hurry, if it were me, how would I want to hide from the enemy? Proprietor's, put yourself in their shoes. I want to ......"

Thinking about it, Qin Li looked up and thought.

He found that there were a few pits on it, which were normally nothing, but there were pits around them.

"Bring the ladder." He shouted.

The ladder was brought up, and he went up, and he pushed it, and a piece of dirt was pushed away.

Everyone crawled forward in the dark again, until they reached their heads, pushed hard, and sure enough, they pushed away a board again.

Drill out, there is a big tree next to it, there are traces of footprints on the ground, I don't know if it is new or old, because there is grass, it absorbs dew.

"Ran up the hill from this place? So why? Since it's all running, why drill around? Qin Li held on to the tree with his hand, trying to figure out the purpose of the person digging the hole.

A lot of people came over and got together to analyze.

Does it make sense to dig a hole like a labyrinth?

I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't figure it out.

Those who had gone to the river came back and reported that the enemy had set up camp by the river.

"Be smart, gather everyone together and play the art of clearing the wilderness with us while confronting each other across the river. There weren't enough boats to get through. ”

Qin Li said a word and led the team away.

Guo Zhiyun knew the situation and put his mind at ease, he could build a village on this side of the Yellow River, and he was not in a hurry to fight forward.

Wait for more horses to arrive, the opponent runs to the other side of the river, and it is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Both sides face the same problem, and crossing the river will be beaten.

You don't have to cross halfway, you shoot arrows when you go down the river, and you have more arrows on your side than the Tibetan army.

Everyone began to build a military village on the spot, and it is estimated that it will take some days to find out the situation of the Tubo people.

Your side still has the advantage, there are hot air balloons to help lookout, and even when the wind is good, release the hot air balloon and go deep into the rear to see.

The hot air balloon then adjusts its altitude and looks for wind from other directions to fly back.

The windward wind is strong, and the glider troops can also go over and take a look.

"Now the Yellow River line is lively." After dark, Wang Junkui and Zhang Zhongliang both came over.

They arranged for people to build military villages in other locations, and the two sides built a camp on the Yellow River as a line, a few miles away.

The defensive line has become longer, and both sides have to worry about the other side suddenly crossing the river and sneaking up, especially at night.

"At least during the day we can see what is going on on the other side, where they are concentrating their forces, we are concentrating in the corresponding positions."

Zhang Zhongliang is well aware of the battle situation he is facing at this moment.

The defense line is too long, and the two sides secretly assemble to fight each other's separate camps.

Unless the Tibetans quickly mobilized their troops at night, they ran on sheepskin rafts and found a place to cross the river to attack.

When you attack, you may be attacked by your own side in other positions.

There are no hot air balloons in Tibet, so they can only build a high platform for lookouts, and there are no telescopes.

"Fight comfortably, binoculars, hot air balloons, explosives bags, sky monkeys." Guo Zhiyun sighed that he had never fought such a battle.

The enemy is found first, calmly arranged, ultra-long-range high-damage weapons, floating in the sky to hit you.

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Several times he wondered how his army would fight an enemy with such weapons.

The conclusion is that it cannot be fought, and only the same thing can be leveled with the enemy.

Next is the number of two sides fighting, who has more explosives bags, hot air balloons, and monkeys.

"There is no army in the world that can defeat an enemy with such a disparity in weapons." Guo Zhiyun summed up again.

Everyone began to cook, and the people of the Feather Forest Flying Rider were ready to sentry.

"This tree is good, go up two." The two Yu Lin Fei rode up, and it was the big tree that had been supported by Qin Li.

"You guys work hard, you two rotate at night, things are placed underneath, and you two don't be targets on top when you need to fight."

Others knew it was a dark whistle and couldn't move at night.

Put a crossbow, a bow, a compressed biscuit, and a canned fruit from a bamboo tube underneath and tie them separately to a rope.

There is little space in the tree and it is impossible to take it.

If you want to eat, you can carry a rope, and if you really encounter an enemy attack, call the police first, and then see if it is suitable to kill the enemy, and if it doesn't work, run quickly.

It's arranged, everyone leaves.

The moon had not yet risen, but the stars in the sky were bright.

Half an hour passed, and a figure emerged from the place where it had been lifted from the side of the tree.

The sound is close to the ground, crawling to the place where the things are placed, and it doesn't take long to go back again.

In the middle of the night, a sleeping dark sentry is woken up and it's time for a shift change.

This one woke up, and the other tightened his military coat, carried the rope, and wanted something to eat.

Once I carried it, the rope was fluttering, and when I carried it again, it still didn't have weight.

His face changed, and he went to carry the rope of the crossbow, eh, there was a weight.

He whispered to his companion who had just woken up, "Canned food, compressed biscuits, the rope is open, and I will bring the crossbow to you." ”

"I'll go." He who has just woken up will go down.

"I'll go." The man carried the crossbow to it, handed it to his companion, and took out his tactical saber himself.

The person above was listening to the movement with a crossbow, and at the same time simulating the situation observed during the day in his mind, his head moving slightly.

In this position, others shoot arrows, and they can't shoot directly to kill him.

The other landed on the ground and put his ear to the ground to listen.

After dozens of breaths, he came to the place where he put the things, his hand dug in the air, pulled out the rope, and touched down the rope, empty.

He unbuttoned his military coat, put his head in it, took out a lighter and lit it, looking at the rope and the ground.

The rope was untied, and there were no compressed biscuits or canned bamboo tubes on the ground.

He had a question mark in his head, he didn't believe that anyone could break through the light and dark sentry of the Feather Forest Flying Rider and steal his own things.

It's even less likely that your own people will make such jokes, hell?

In the room under the tree at this time, an old lady watched her two grandsons eat by candlelight.

The four adults took turns to guard, and the old lady used to be from the rivers and lakes.

She was very cautious and wanted to reconfirm whether she was from Datang.

If you find something, you bring it back and look at it.

Now I know, it's the army of the Tang Dynasty, and I remember which time the newspaper said that there was a way to compress biscuits and make canned bamboo tubes.

Tubo can't do it, the water temperature is not enough.

The two children took a small bite of compressed biscuits and drank the juice of canned fruit, full of happiness.

It's so delicious, now Datang has started to eat this thing? I have to go back, so I don't have to work for the Tibetan people.

After eating a few bites, the two children stopped eating and were reluctant to eat.

"Sleep without eating." The old lady helped to put things away, blew out the candles, let the two grandsons lie down, and covered them with fur coats.

She herself burrowed into the trees again, and accompanied Yulin Fei to ride the dark sentry to keep vigil together.