The night in Jingzhao Mansion was still sultry, and light rain began to fall along the banks of the Yellow River in Jiuqu.

The air pressure in the already thin air has become low again, and the state of the Datang soldiers is not very good, in addition to needing to breathe heavily, they also have to resist the cold of the rain.

Guo Zhiyun held the binoculars, but he couldn't see the fire on the other side, and it was pitch black.

"There will be no sneak attack in Tibet tonight, and no one on either side can see it." Wang Junkui stood beside him.

The two sides looked across the river, and when it was not raining, Datang's team was familiar with the terrain by the river.

See where it's good to ferry, and see where it's steep.

A steep place is not necessarily a place where people will not come, and a place that is easy to ferry is more likely to come to the enemy.

The generals looked at it and considered where they would cross the river if they were to lead the troops themselves.

How to fight after coming, whether it is a feint attack, or a breakthrough at more points.

"For more than two months, the weather will be cold, and I hope to send more cotton clothes and leather clothes later."

Guo Zhiyun was thinking about the battle in winter, and there was nothing to say at the moment.

His team is resting, recovering, adapting to the current weather conditions, and then attacking when they find a hole in the opponent.

The team is chopping wood to make a raft, and they don't need to row upstream, just get on the raft and rush down the river to the opposite bank.

"Unable to hear movement, are they waiting in the rainy night, or are they taking advantage of the opportunity to mobilize people?"

Wang Junkui pondered what the layout of Tashi Kure would be, Tashi Kure had lost a large area and would inevitably want to retake it.

Guo Zhichuan entered the camp tent and took off his hat: "If you look at their horses tomorrow morning, you will know, it may also be a suspicious formation." ”

"Wait until the raft is ready, no matter how they move." Zhang Zhongliang, who had never gone out, drank hot tea and studied the map by the light of a kerosene lamp.

In the last two days, 20 hot air balloons have been released, and they have all been lucky enough to fly back, drawing some topographic maps and camps behind Tibet.

Yesterday, a hot air balloon dropped an explosive bag and blew up a camp tent, and the Tibetans below panicked.

It wasn't the largest tent that was blown up, but just passing by a small tent, lighting it on fire and throwing it down.

"Sleep, it's okay tonight." Guo Zhiyun found a place to rest.

On the other side of the river, Tashi Kure did not sleep, he was injured.

A small tent next to him, who did not live in the big tent, was blown up, and he was standing outside, dressed in ordinary clothes.

The blast kicked up stones, and a small piece hit his knee, and it was bruised, and now it hurts to touch it.

He was drinking the medicine, and the medicine left by Guan Lin, he felt that after drinking this medicine, the pain would be reduced, good medicine.

The taste of the medicine was not good, but he drank it in small sips, tasting that special bitterness.

Thousand households roasted meat in his tent, and the thickened skin of the tent kept the fire out of sight.

"I hope it doesn't rain all night." Chido slashed off a piece of meat with a knife, dipped it in salt chiseled with stones, and said when he brought it to his mouth.

He was worried that the soldiers would get sick, and the light rain was cold, and at the moment everyone was eating what the tribes that had come with him had brought their own things.

In an emergency transfer, many things that were inconvenient to carry were thrown down and set on fire, leaving them to the enemy.

Including the dry firewood saved, the wooden fence made and other household belongings.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for the Tibetan to send over the baggage, so that they could continue to hold on to this side of the Yellow River, and at the same time look for an opportunity to fight back.

said that it was a sneak attack, and it was impossible to pull out all the military villages of the Tang Dynasty at one time.

There are more soldiers on the Datang side than on his side, and morale is high.

Tashi Kure squinted his eyes to enjoy the medicine, and when he heard Qianhu's words, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Don't be afraid, I feel strong enough to judge their intentions." ”

His current state is in line with the situation of XI poison, his mind is indeed quick, and his spirit is good.

Li Yi was engaged in creation at that time, and some people in the film and television circle liked to find inspiration in such a state, or to lose weight.

"The Commander knows?" The movement of the thousand households stopped.

"If I were them, I would definitely cut down trees in the back to make rafts, and then rush down diagonally to the upper reaches of the Yellow River to transport troops."

Tashi Kure was right to speak his mind.

Qianhu showed a regretful expression, he thought he had some special thoughts, who doesn't know this.

"As for us, we will not go upstream, we will transfer troops downstream, transfer infantry and part of the cavalry, and go out sixty miles behind.

The rest of the cavalry were placed here to show them, and when they chose a good day, the infantry ran sixty miles in the evening, lightly armed.

The rest of our team forcibly crossed the Yellow River and attacked a military village in the Tang Dynasty.

At night, the army did not know the situation, so they could only send troops back to report the news, and at the same time prepare to fight us by the river.

At this time, the lightly armed ran for more than ten miles, and cooperated with the military village to take it from the position of crossing the river downstream. ”

Tashi Kure slowly spoke his thoughts and plans, the infantry would be tired, but once they won a battle, their morale returned.

Others know that Datang is not invincible, as long as they think about it.

"Okay, I'm willing to take the infantry to charge." Qianhu clenched his fists, he wanted to fight, he held back his anger, and Guan Lin was angry.

Now he has no medicinal herbs, but no one who knows how to see a doctor.

He was looking forward to the day when he caught Guan Lin and brought him back to clean up.

"Don't worry, if you judge where the Tang Dynasty's army crossed the river from, it's better to hit them once first." Tashi Kure waved his hand and continued to taste the medicine.

At this time, more than 200 miles to the north, a force was advancing in the rain.

"Move, eat something when it's cold, don't stop, we don't carry a tent, once we stop, we won't be able to bear the cold."

Zhang Xiaosong's personal soldiers rode horses and shouted everywhere, and more people led the horses to walk under the horses.

They make themselves less cold by exercising and eating, and when the wind blows, they have horses by their side.

The explosives bag and the monkey's horse were wrapped in disguise to prevent the gunpowder from getting wet.

The sergeants walked with their heads down, not fast, and from time to time they ate some food.

They are used to it, and with Zhang Xiaosong, they must be able to withstand any harsh environment.

The next rain is nothing, and when the rain stops and dawns, you can have a good rest.

Zhang Xiaosong looked at the faces of the soldiers around him, pursed his lips, and didn't say anything.

He didn't know how many enemies he would encounter if he went deep alone, and he didn't even know if he would make it back alive.

But his 10,000 elite soldiers, combined with good weapons, can defeat at least 40,000 or 50,000 enemies.

Death is worth it, worthy of His Majesty's trust.

Just like when he took 10,000 miscellaneous soldiers to fight the Western Regions, he didn't think that he could fight like that.

Step by step, persistence will win.

More than an hour passed, the rain stopped, there were puddles on the ground, and there were grassy places to walk over, and I slipped and fell accidentally.

The sky was still overcast, and the stars and moon could not be seen, but Zhang Xiaosong looked in the direction where Tashi Kure's team was located, there.

The Tibetan and Tang Dynasty confronted each other across the river for a long stretch of the road.

"Guo Zhiyun: They should be looking for someone to cut down wood and make rafts, right? I'll wait for him for a few days, five days, and after five days, I'll lead my troops to raid, hoping that Guo Zhiyun will know what to do. ”

Zhang Xiaosong ordered the team to stop and rest, muttering to himself.