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The Qin army was unsurprisingly defeated, but the rout unexpectedly jumped into the chasm. After the afterglow faded, the moonlight did not come, and at first Xiong Jing could still see the Qin pawns rushing into the chasm, but in the end, all the Qin pawns were invisible in the dimness, and there was only the wolf-like wail of the Qin pawns in the north wind.

"Collect the troops!" Xiong Jing commanded softly, and ordered the whole army to withdraw without joy. Although the Chu army won as expected, the number of soldiers burned by the fire oil bomb is estimated to be no less than the dead and wounded in the battle of Shashui. Then there is the Qin army, except for the trebuchets behind the formation, which constantly fire fire oil bombs, it can be said that there is no threat to the Chu army. He saw that this was a group of weak pawns abandoned by Wang Qian. Xiong Jing did not have any joy in defeating a group of weak pawns.

It was so dark that I couldn't even see the people around me. Zhuang Wudi was standing beside Xiong Jing, and he somewhat understood Xiong Jing's mood. The elite of the Qin army may have really been wiped out, otherwise Wang Jian should not have sent these soldiers to fight. Then there is the armor, the armor that the Qin army captured in the past seems to have been consumed, and this time the Qin soldiers can't see a single piece of armor.

"Da Ao has a fate: collect the troops!" The military commander did not raise his voice in dissension, and the military officer quickly shouted. The cymbals and drummers didn't know where they were, but they could hear the commands. The cymbal sounded quickly, in fact, before the cymbal rang, the infantry of each division basically stopped attacking, and the cavalry could not see people in the darkness because of the pursuit of the Qin soldiers, and could only hear the sound of horses' hooves.

This kind of darkness is very uncomfortable, Xiong Jing looked up at the sky, and the sky was also dark, and the moon and stars could not be seen. He couldn't see anything and didn't say anything, but something fell on his face, and he touched it with his hand, and it turned out to be snow.

"It's snowing at this point?" He touched the snowflakes in his hands, and the snowflakes were warmed by his body heat, revealing a chill.

"Snow?" Zhuang Wudi grabbed a handful in the air when he heard this, and at this time, a firewood tower was lit next to the pontoon bridge. This is the torch prepared for the black war and camping, not one, there are as many as thirteen or four. Because the Qin army was routed and fled in the direction of the chasm inexplicably, it was ignited one after another at this time. The firelight makes people warm, and the Chu people are people who love fire, looking at the battlefield just now under the firelight, Xiong Jing suddenly gave birth to some joy in his heart, Wang Ben has been defeated, and if Wang Jian is defeated tomorrow, the war in the world, at least a large-scale war, will end.

"Da Ao, it will snow tonight, I'm afraid it will ...... tomorrow" Zhuang Wudi looked at the snowflakes in his hand, which were goose feather-like snowflakes, not snow foam.

"Tomorrow?" The snow was still in his hand, and when he was reminded by Zhuang Wudi, Xiong Jing instantly thought that if the snow fell from tonight, it would definitely be snowing all over the ground tomorrow. If the snow on the ground hadn't been frozen the next day, and the snow wasn't deep enough, what kind of battle would there be!

"Where's the boss?" Xiong Jing was really a little anxious, he wanted to fight again tomorrow and completely defeat Wang Qian's remaining 300,000 or 400,000 Qin troops, and he didn't want to be unable to start a war tomorrow because of the snow.

After an hour of busy logistics, the shogunate was finally erected on the north bank of the chasm. Taking advantage of the fact that the soil was not frozen, all the non-commissioned officers of the army dug trenches and camped as long as they were able to move. The strategists are also busy, but the astronomical strategists are not busy at all. The day before yesterday, yesterday, and during the day, according to experience, the strategists can roughly judge the weather in the next few days.

"There will be days of heavy snowfall, and there will be no war for days." The old man had a long beard, and the lights in the tent were not bright, so that Xiong Jing could not see his face clearly. "If you want to fight again, after the sky is fine."

It was a few days and the sky was fine, Xiong Jing turned his head to look at his meteorological staff officer, a young witch trained by the aviation school. Wu Zhi immediately announced: "Yu Da Ao, the mercury column is seven hundred and seventy-four. ”

The normal atmospheric pressure is 760 millimeters of mercury, or 1,013 millibars. The passage of the typhoon is a low pressure, and the southward invasion of the cold front is a high pressure. The high pressure of 774 millimeters is a bit unbelievable because it is too high. The young witch was a little surprised when he saw Xiong Jing, and he himself was a little surprised, which was a few millimeters higher than the heavy snow at that age.

"I haven't seen it in years." He finally added.

"What about grain, firewood, tents, stables, winter clothing, etc.?" Xiong Jing stood up suddenly. The ground is 774 high pressure, and what will be in the air? This is no longer an ordinary cold wave, the next heavy snowfall, this is probably the next blizzard.

"Grain, coal, firewood, tents, and stables are all safe, and the clothes for cold protection are ......" The north bank of the chasm is only more than 70 miles away from Kaifeng. The autumn grain and straw, the winter tents, and the clothes have been transported to Kaifeng. When he set out on the expedition, he also brought all these things with him, after all, the Chu army was fighting a frozen battle.

"How's the quilt?" Xiong Jing glared at Zhuang Wudi, thinking that he had delayed.

"Yesterday, Qin rode and killed me to pull my horse, and the clothes and quilts need to arrive tomorrow." Zhuang Wudi was glared at by Xiong Jing, and sweat broke out on his back.

"It's going to arrive tonight!" Xiong Jing said loudly, a little dissatisfied.

"Jun Sima, it is true that it will arrive tonight, and it will definitely not be in time tomorrow." He didn't understand what Hg 774 was, but it didn't affect his understanding that it was also a kind of witchcraft to predict the weather—in his opinion, it was another kind of witchcraft of Da Ao. Both sets of witchcraft believed that the weather would be cold, so it was better to bring the cold clothes earlier.

"Someone!" Zhuang Wudi, who was sweating in his vest, didn't dare to hold it up anymore, and hurriedly ran out of the inner tent, urging the clothes to be transported.

"When will there be a sunny day?" Xiong Jing asked Xiang Lao again. The weather caused the war to be delayed, and there were many aspects for him to consider. If some things are not handled properly, they may even affect the course of the war.

"The so-called 'three days of cold, four days of warmth' are as few as three or four days, and as many as six or seven days." The old man replied.

The shogunate set up tents, and the generals of each division settled their subordinates and soldiers one after another. Peng Zong, Dong Yegu and others were about to report the number of casualties in their division, when Xiong Jing waved them to sit down and said, "It will snow heavily in the next few days, and you can't fight." ”

"Can't fight?" There were many soldiers who were burned by fire oil bombs in this battle, even so, the generals also hoped that tomorrow would be a decisive battle, but they didn't expect Xiong Jing's first sentence to be that they couldn't fight tomorrow.

"Yes." Xiong Jing knew what the generals thought, and he also hated this kind of weather. "It's snowing."

"Wang Jian will escape tonight!" Xiang Liang was worried about the casualties of Xiang's soldiers, and when he heard that the weather was different, he immediately thought of Wang Qian.

"It's cold and cold, if you escape tonight, ...... old man is not worried about Qin Jun fleeing at night.

"What if you run away tomorrow?" Xiang Liang did not personally experience the snowy night pursuit that year, and did not know that the road that had just snowed was not walked.

"So good." Zhuang is not authentic. "I have a sled, but the Qin people don't. Pursue the Qin people with sleds, and the Qin people will be defeated. ”

"Our army's grain ......" Higashino Gu didn't want to pursue things so far, he was just worried about the transportation of grain and straw camped here.

"Our army's rations, firewood, tents, stables, and winter clothes and quilts are all safe." Zhuang Wudi glanced at Xiong Jing before answering, he had just arranged for the clothes to be transported, and Mu Ze would transport the clothes in the middle of the night. There are not only clothes and bedding, but also hand clothes, foot clothes, cotton hats, and cold-proof grease.

"Good!" Higashino Gu praised and bowed his head in shame.

"In this battle, our army suffered many casualties, more than hundreds." When the generals were relieved, Zhou Hou Ruo sighed angrily. The Huainan Division and the Xiang Division were located in the center of the array, and the trebuchets facing each other were extremely dense.

"There are also many wounded and dead in our army, and more than 2,000 people were burned by Xiang Division." Xiang Liang also complained. "There are not many dead."

The fire oil bomb is mainly the fire oil splashing around, and the comrades next to him can still put out the ice and snow on the ground. Even if the unlucky person is hit by a fire oil bomb, the comrade next to him can hold it down and help take off his armor. The Qin people's oil bomb was not the coal tar of the Chu army, but a mixture of animals and plants, which was much less powerful than the oil bomb of the Chu army. But burns are also a headache, which means severe attrition.

"What are the casualties of the whole army?" Xiong Jing asked.

"The soldiers are camping, and I don't know yet." Zhuang is not authentic. "There are more than 10,000 injured and more than 1,000 dead."

"More than 1,000 knights alone were killed and more than 2,000 wounded." Fei Jing said, the number of cavalry alone is more than more than a thousand Zhuang Wu said.

"Battleable Rider Geometry?" Xiong Jing asked. Without supplementation, the cavalry of the Chu army became weaker and weaker, and the result of getting weaker and weaker was that more and more small cavalry units appeared behind the Chu army's formation. Xiong Jing felt that this had his own responsibility, because the first and second cavalry divisions of the Yingshi did not participate in the battle at all, and there were less than 10,000 knights participating in this battle.

"More than 9,000 rides." Fei Jing said an approximation. This is also an inaccurate rough estimate, as there are still some pursuing knights who have not returned, and the jockeys are not able to count an accurate number for the time being.

"You can't fight while you win...... you can't fight in one go," Ecao feared that there would be variables if the battle was postponed for a few days.

"In this battle, the Qin people have no worries." Zhuang Wudi is not worried about the decisive battle with Wang Qian. "I thought that the Qin people were attacking the Great Liang......" he raised his voice, looked at everyone present, and finally his gaze fell on Xiong Jing, "It's Jujiaye!" ”

Why did the Qin people attack Daliang? Why divide troops on the north bank of the chasm? These were all incomprehensible things, and before Zhuang Wudi asked questions to answer, all of them, including Xiong Jing, looked at him. The wind and snow outside the tent intensified, and the big tent blown by the howling north wind kept swaying. When Zhuang Wu said the answer, everyone was shocked.

"Ju Jia?!" Xiong Jing slapped his palm on several cases and made a loud noise. He had already sensed that something was wrong, and it turned out that this thing was wrong.

"Yes, yes." Zhuang Wudi went out for a while, and when he came back, he not only brought back the news, but also brought back the spearhead of the Qin army's chieftain. "Da Ao, please look, this Qin people's chief spear, this Yi spear of our Chu army......"

Two spearheads were placed on several cases in front of Xiong Jing, one was silver and white, and the other was sandwiched with black slag. It's nothing, it's the spearhead. The blade of the Chu army's spear is smooth and neat, and the cold is pressing, while the Qin army's chief spear is not, and the color is almost silvery-white, but its surface is like a thirsty plot, revealing winding cracks. This is clearly quenched.

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