Not long after Bai Liyan (Wei Xian) withdrew from the big tent, Zhao Xun paced back and forth, and he couldn't make up his mind for a long time:

"If it snows, hundreds of thousands of my soldiers will be wiped out, and if we retreat eastward, who knows where the snow will fall. But if you listen to Wei Xian's strategy, morale will be helpless. ”

After pondering left and right, Zhao Xun pulled out the horizontal knife given to him by Baili Yan under his ribs with his right hand, and the shining cold light revealed a terrifying edge, just like the demon magic of the Black Turban Army, always hanging above his head, like a nightmare.

Putting away the horizontal knife, Zhao Xun ordered loudly:

"Where is the Chinese officer Xue Sheng!"

Xue Sheng stepped into the account and saluted:

"The end will be."

"Order the scout battalion, select capable scouts to bypass the northernmost camp of our army from the downstream and cross the river twenty miles, avoid the edge of the Black Turban Army, and go to Miaotian Mountain to investigate the movements of the Black Turban Army. If it is found that the Black Turban Army is transporting grease water, firewood, saltpeter, grease and other igniting materials on a large scale, they should quickly return to the Chinese army to report the news, and return within three days within the time limit. ”

"No, the last general will give an order immediately."

"Well, go ahead."

Zhao Xun planned to further confirm the situation in Miaotian Mountain, if it was really as Wei Xian said, the Black Turban Army set fire to Miaotian Mountain, and he could only take risks to cross the river and fight.

At noon on the second day, Bailiyan rode back to Wuping to give orders to Jiang Min. Jiang Qianyu privately summoned Luo Songting for questioning, and he was dissatisfied:

"Mr. Luo, where can it snow under this scorching sun, how can my father listen to Wei Xian's words."

"Childe, the Black Turban Army can only use cotton clothes to keep out the cold, and there is no other use. Its sinister intention is to release the news to make our army feel confused. Childe thinks about it, even the lord and the prince don't believe such fallacies, how can the generals of the Xian army be gullible.

Besides, there has never been snowfall in Xianguo, and there is no way to talk about stockpiling cotton clothes, even if we believe it, there is no place to find cotton clothes to protect against the cold. This is a conspiracy, and it doesn't matter if you believe it or not, this is where the Black Turban Army is vicious.

When people's hearts are in chaos, it will snowfall heavily, and even if our army is not frozen to death, the soldiers will flee because of the snow, and even surrender to the black scarf. At that time, the Black Turban Army will have more than 100,000 soldiers from the Xian Army, and its momentum in the world will be irresistible.

Millions of tigers according to the North Sea, east to the Jin, south can attack the will, west sweep Sun, Liang, north to the eldest grandson, throughout the hinterland of the Central Plains, who can number millions within half a year, there is no one in the world! This is the viciousness of the Black Turban Army, and the son needs to check it. ”

"But this son is still not convinced, why do you have to listen to his plan every time, is what this son said wrong?"

Luo Songting smiled bitterly in his heart and said comfortingly:

"If the young master wants to achieve great things, he should be tolerant. One day to seize the world, the young master's capable people are like clouds, and they are not only Hu Mo, Wang Jiu, Song Ping, Chen Yunfeng, Xu Han and others. Wei Xian has a genius in the world, which is rare in the world, and now it can be used by the young master, which is really the blessing of the public government.

In the future, the world's talents will compete to show their abilities and do their best, if the young master treats everyone like this today, how can the power of the world be used by the young master, and please think twice. ”

"What Mr. Luo means is that this son has treated him badly."

Jiang Qian was not convinced, turned his body with his back hand, and the anger rising and falling in his chest was uneven for a long time. Seeing that he couldn't listen, Luo Songting knew that it was no different to say more, so he turned to the front and said:

"Childe, the day before yesterday, the lord mentioned the matter of marrying, I don't know if the prince can consider it."

Jiang Qian's face sank, even more unhappy than Fang Cai, if it weren't for Luo Songting on his back, Luo Songting would be surprised. After a long while, Jiang Qian restrained his expression and turned around and said slowly:

"Good men are ambitious in all directions, but now the mountains and rivers are broken, and the black turban soldiers are in the national capital, how can I turn a blind eye to talk about the private affairs of my children."

Jiang Qiannian is twenty-four, and at his age, eight or nine out of ten people have children in sixteen, seventy-eight, but less than one in 100 is unmarried at the age of twenty-four. The son and son of a wealthy family, the son of a wealthy family, is even more full of women in sixteen or seventeen, and he is already a group of wives and concubines in his early twenties. Looking at the entire Xianguo family, only Jiang Qian is twenty-four years old and still a child, and he has no wife and concubine.

Jiang Min went to Chenling a few days ago, firstly, to pay homage to King Xian to discuss the matter of defending against the enemy, and secondly, to find a suitable in-law for Jiang Qian, and to lay out for the future. Jiang Qian didn't want to refuse to marry at once, and Luo Songting didn't want to say anything more, after all, this was a family matter within the mansion, and he, an outsider, just mentioned a thing or two.

Not long after Luo Songting left, Jiang Qiansheng kicked over the table in anger and said angrily:

"Marry a relative, don't my sons know how to marry, but who knows my suffering!"

The joints of the ten fingers were white, the joints clicked, and Jiang Qian's pain became worse.

A few days later, the scouts sent by Zhao Xun returned to the Chinese army. As Bailiyan expected, the Black Turban Army stationed 50,000 people at the foot of Miaotian Mountain, cutting down the surrounding forests day and night, and transporting oil and pine oil to the top of the mountain.

Not only the soldiers of the Black Turban Army were issued with cotton clothes, but even the people near Miaotian Mountain were issued with cotton clothes. Judging from this, snow is an ironclad fact.

For the sake of prudence, Zhao Xun deliberately suppressed the matter, so as not to cause turmoil in the army's morale and internal division. In the name of building pontoon bridges, rafts, and preparing sasswood, he ordered all armies and battalions to cut wood, and at the same time repaired a letter and ordered Xue Sheng to go to Wuping to send an order to Zhongheng.

"Governor Zhong, the commander has an order, ordering your men and horses to prepare to cross the river, and there must be no mistakes."

Zhong Heng was taken aback:

"Only 10,000 of my troops crossed the river?"

"Yes."

Xue Sheng said in an unquestionable affirmation, Zhong Heng was puzzled and asked:

"In addition, Zhao Shuai has other military orders?"

"There is no other order. Your army is ready for war immediately, and there must be no mistake. ”

"No, the last general will take the order."

Xue Sheng left Zhong Heng's camp, and then went to Bailiyan's camp and handed him Zhao Xun's secret letter:

"This is a secret letter written by Zhao Shuai, so that Ben will be handed over to Wei Xianfeng."

"There's Lao Xue's army." Bailiyan saluted.

"It was time to leave."

Xue Sheng finished passing the military order, turned over the war horse and left the camp. Bai Liyan didn't know the situation, so she came to her account with the secret letter and opened the secret letter and read it carefully.

As expected, the Black Turban Army was indeed preparing for the arson of Miaotian Mountain, and Zhao Xun's scouts were confirmed several times, and it was basically certain that the Black Turban traitors were not only distributed cotton clothes to the soldiers, but also to the hundreds of thousands of people in the rear, and the strategic intention had been revealed, if it wasn't snowing, there was no other explanation.

For the sake of prudence, Zhao Xun ordered each battalion to cut down wood in various names, and asked the baggage battalion to mobilize fire starters, and let people go to the Chenling military warehouse to transport thick clothes.

The letter also mentioned that the risk of attacking on the whole front is extremely high, and even if the black turban military drug plan is broken, with only the current strength of the Xian army and the ability to cross the river, more than 300,000 people will not be able to cross the river.

Therefore, Zhao Xun decided to concentrate superior forces to cross the river from Wuping, launch an attack from the southern flank, and defeat the Black Turban Army on the southern flank to seize Ruitian, forming a Yongxing River troop transport channel connected to Ruitian and Wuping, so as to attract the main force of the Black Turban Army to the south, and make the Guangxin Army's hem trebuchet across the river to defend against the enemy, so as to delay the war and gain more time to accumulate strength, which can be regarded as a compromise plan with minimal risk.

Read through the whole letter Bailiyan sighed in her heart:

"It's still Zhao Xun who is safe, once he controls Ruitian, the Xian army can continue to cross the Yongxing River and confront it for a long time. Advance can be attacked, retreated, and defended, and the scale of the battle will be tilted towards the Xian army. ”

Ruitian is a piece of high ground four miles away from Wuping, the battle line is not too prominent, Zhao Xun abandoned Ruitian at the beginning, and all of them withdrew across the Yongxing River, because of the lack of troops, unable to hold.

At this time, the strength of the Xian army has reached more than 300,000, and if it can take Ruitian in one fell swoop, the southern wing of the Black Turban Army will suffer heavy losses.

In July, the strength of the Xian army will reach 400,000, and the Xian army will occupy Ruitian and occupy the offensive initiative, coupled with the Guangxin army's hem trebuchet, the long-range equipment of the Black Turban Army will not pose a threat, and the long-term confrontation situation will become a long-term confrontation posture.

Unless the Black Turban Army can still play the incredible "black technology", it will be difficult to do anything after the autumn.

When the main force of the Jin army landed from Beihai and went south, that is, the black-turban army formed a three-sided attack situation in the east, south and north, and then the nearly 600,000 troops of the Jin and Xian troops were flanked on three sides, and the black-turban army either retreated or fought a decisive battle, and there was no other choice.

Even dragged on until next year, when the Black Turban Army was too tired to take care of resuming agricultural production, and when the grain and grass ran out, these 500,000 rabble were scattered like birds and beasts, and where would they still fight.

Pressing the letter on the case, Bai Liyan stood up and paced a few steps, thinking about Zhao Xun's plan and whether there were any omissions.

He always believed that there was a powerful force hidden behind the Black Turban Army, and his strategic ability was far above that of the Xian Army, and even he couldn't see through how deep the water was in it. First throwing oil, and then borrowing snow from the sky, it is really not a means that ordinary people can play, what if it is endless stubble.

Also, borrowing snow from the sky is still in the background, using the common sense that people have not yet mastered at the moment to launch the so-called witchcraft, if there is, attacking the Yongxing River, the Black Turban Army is bound to launch a fierce retaliation.

Think about it, what is the essence of a cult, it is a lie, using knowledge that people do not have to grasp to deceive ignorant and ignorant people; when this lie is exposed, it will undoubtedly deal a huge blow to the mentality and morale of the believers at the bottom.

When the big lie is exposed, threatening its own prestige and vested rights, it will inevitably launch a large-scale offensive to redeem its own defeat and cover up the true nature of the lie.

If the snow from the sky fails, not only does it not freeze to death and the morale of the Xian army is severely damaged, on the contrary, it may severely damage the morale of the Black Turban Army itself, and it is also taken away to Chong Ruitian, and the Black Turban Army will launch a fatal blow in a short time under the condition that the army's morale is unstable, unless there is a certainty of victory.

From a purely military point of view, if the Xian army took a defensive position in Ruitian, the Black Turban Army would not have been able to capture Ruitian without paying heavy casualties higher than the Xian army.

If it is attacked, its losses will inevitably be much greater than that of the Xian army, and even Zhao Xun will stab the defense line in other parts of the Yongxing River defense line.

If he didn't attack, he would only be able to outwit him, but at least in Bai Liyan's opinion, neither he nor Luo Songting would be easily fooled. Then the only thing left is to launch the so-called witchcraft to break the morale of the Xian army

"I'm afraid this will be troublesome, if the Black Turban Army still has the demon art at the bottom of the box, it must be used to break the morale of the Lingling, and force the civil strife in the Lingling without breaking the nirvana, if this thing is taken out, I'm afraid it is not more terrifying than borrowing snow from the sky!"

Bailiyan turned his mind to Chenling.