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Pasha was determined to win.

A few days later, in the evening, he walked twice along the banks of the Cangjiang River, listening to the reports of the spies in the rushing waves and humidity.

The spy said: "It is reported that people in the Central Plains started building ships as early as three months ago. They spent a lot of money to recruit carpenters and blacksmiths who know how to build ships. I heard that they build strong and large ships..."

Pasha smiled and kicked a small stone into the rolling river.

When the spies retreated, the lieutenant at the side came up, also with a clear look.

Pasha: "Got it?"

Lieutenant General: "This subordinate understands. The Beifu Army is showing us this."

Pasha said with a smile: "If you really want to cross the river and face it head-on, why bother to make such a big fanfare and publicize it everywhere, as if you are afraid that we will not know that they will concentrate their main force on the riverside and have a vigorous river battle."

Lieutenant General: "Then...?"

"The stage is set up. No matter how fake the play is, it should be well sung." Pasha said, "I think the Beifu army will definitely choose a day with the wind to cross the river at night. If I stop the cloud at that time , will make the momentum bigger and better, and even induce Changling and Daocheng to send troops to help."

The lieutenant general said: "That's right. Zhongyuan Gouzi likes to play tricks like this."

"It's good to play tricks, I'm afraid they won't be able to play it well, and they will suffer from it." Pasha said, "Surprise tactics, using insiders to interfere with the audiovisual, so it spreads suspicions; supplemented with flanking tactics, it just wants us to divide the troops To fight. In detail, the little dog at this time is quite clever. But he forgot that military strategists are most concerned with avoiding the truth and pretending to be false. If he played such a set of truth and falsehood, he would end up committing suicide. … How is the land defense doing?"

Lieutenant general: "Please rest assured, general, about land defense. The subordinates have calculated clearly that the Beifu army can mobilize at most 3 troops this time. We are located in the middle of the river in Guining, and we have [-] elite soldiers; Mausoleum is at the upper reaches of the river, and there are [-] soldiers; Daocheng is at the lower reaches, and there are [-] elite soldiers. Even if the Beifu army is mobilized, we will not be afraid. Our main force has already secretly moved towards Guining, and all the spies have been released. Monitor day and night, and report back at all times.”

Pasha nodded.

The lieutenant general then said: "This subordinate is here to ask the general how to arrange Jiang Fang?"

"Jiang Fang must never give up."

Although Pasha despises people from the Central Plains, he is by no means too arrogant.

He resolutely said: "Since they came here while they were in the mood, how could I tell them to return in a disappointment? Choose twenty empty boats paved with straw, pour fire oil on them, and choose three hundred soldiers who understand water skills to meet them in the boats. Make a lot of noise and shout, wait until they are close, and when they are unavoidable, the people on the boat will light a fire, dive into the bottom of the water, and swim back to the shore. There is sufficient kerosene on the shore for the use of rockets."

He leaned over to pick up a stone and threw it into the river with all his might.

The waves splashed by the stone were quickly swallowed by Jiang Tao.

Pasha said: "...At that time, I want to turn the entire Cangjiang River into a river of fire. I want the flames to burn so brightly that even the royal palace in Southern Border can be seen."

At the same time, on the other side of the river.

Sitting on the cliff, Shi Tingyun filtered out the sour plum core that he had eaten, and threw it into the river with his hands.

The river is wide, the waves are strong and the wind is strong, even though he has great physical strength, even if the small plum seed fell into the river, he still couldn't see a single splash.

The turbulent Jiang Tao flowed past Shi Tingyun and Yan Yuanheng's feet without stopping.

The two were dressed in the clothes of ordinary people, and there were two cows grazing behind them. From a distance, they looked like two young cowherds sitting on the top of the mountain and blowing the wind.

And they were actually watching the front lines.

Shi Tingyun took another sour plum and put it in his mouth: "Elephant 5 into 3."

Yan Yuanheng: "Ma 6 retreats 7."

Shi Tingyun stopped talking and looked at him with a smile.

Yan Yuanheng pondered for a moment, then sighed helplessly: "...I admit defeat in this game."

Shi Tingyun smiled: "Six to six. It's finally a tie."

Facing the river, they have been playing blindfold chess all afternoon.

Shi Tingyun gestured to him with a small porcelain jar containing sour plums, but Yan Yuanheng waved his hand and refused.

In a battle with a small army in southern Xinjiang three days ago, Yan Yuanheng was scratched by a sword on the back of his left hand. The wound was not deep, but it still caused quite a disturbance. to the fingertips.

Shi Tingyun had nothing to do, so he simply took his left hand to graffiti.

This is an old habit of stopping the cloud.

He felt that if he was wounded and wrapped in a white cloth, he always felt monotonous and boring, and it was disturbing to look at, so he loved to paint on the places where others and himself were bandaged.

Many sergeants in the wounded barracks have calligraphy left by him.

Shi Tingyun was holding half a charcoal brush to sketch, while Yan Yuanheng looked down at the top of his hair.

Shi Tingyun drew a wild goose, raised his head and asked, "How is my drawing?"

Yan Yuanheng looked up at the traces of birds returning to their nests on the mountain side: "Yes. Not bad."

Shi Tingyun let go of his hand.

The corner of Yan Yuanheng's upturned mouth came down a little.

He asked, "Why don't you paint anymore?"

Shi Tingyun: "It's dark, I can't see clearly."

Yan Yuanheng took out a stump of candle from his arms.

Shi Tingyun: "...you came to stay overnight."

Yan Yuanheng blushed a little, he couldn't say that he wanted to observe such misunderstandings in the mountains overnight, so he pretended to lower his head to light the wax, and said calmly, "I... just in case."

With a slight light, Shi Tingyun took out the pen he had put away.

Yan Yuanheng made a request: "Draw another one."

Shi Tingyun smiled and said: "Okay, the general will follow orders."

Soon, Yan Yuanheng withdrew his hand and looked at the two wild geese on the back of his hand. He was very happy, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

Su Chang is really different from other people, writing and scribbling are so beautiful.

In summer, the days are hot and the nights are cold, and the temperature is only comfortable when it is getting dark.

With the cool mountain breeze blowing on his face, Yan Yuanheng looked at the river water gradually turning dark black, and asked, "How's the observation going?"

Shi Tingyun was lying on his back on the ground, holding a yellow scarf for neck protection in his hand.

The Yellow Turban was blown straight to the southwest.

Shi Tingyun rolled up the yellow scarf: "Not yet."

Yan Yuanheng took a breath.

Shi Tingyun seemed to have expected what he would say, turned sideways, covered one ear with his arm, and plugged the other ear with a yellow scarf.

Yan Yuanheng really said: "Although Uncle Shi agrees with your strategy, I still think it is too risky to let all the main force cross the river to fight."

He said: "It's hard to hide the news about our shipbuilding. Now even people in the nearby towns are asking if there is really going to be a big war. If the Pasha tribe had prepared for it, wouldn't it be a trap for us to go here... ..."

He said a lot of his worries, who would not be able to respond for a long time, turned his eyes again, and Shi Tingyun had already fallen asleep with his ears plugged.

Yan Yuanheng: "..."

He looked down at Shi Tingyun's sleeping face.

When Shi Tingyun fell asleep, he was not as reckless as he was in the daytime, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he had something on his mind.The eyelashes are very long, like a small fan, and soft to the touch...

When Yan Yuanheng came back to his senses, he had already flicked Shi Tingyun's eyelashes back and forth.

...He was scared away by his own weird behavior.

He exhaled a few breaths away from the place where the clouds stopped, and Yan Yuanheng turned back, lifted the sleeping young man, put him lightly on the back of the cow, and then led the two cows that were full of grass, slowly towards the camp. walk slowly.

He thought over and over again, what happened to me?

The jolt of the cow's body woke Shi Tingyun up for a while.

He looked at the person in front of him who was leading the ox while burying his head in his mind, and called sleepily, "...Yuan Heng."

Yan Yuanheng turned around: "Huh?"

Shi Tingyun: "It's okay, I'll call you."

Yan Yuanheng: "...um."

Shi Tingyun wanted to get up, but Yan Yuanheng said: "You don't need to get down. Go to sleep for a while. I will hold this one."

That night.

When Yan Yuanheng returned to his tent, the military doctor changed his dressing, and the slightly blood-stained linen was removed and piled aside.

The military doctor said earnestly: "Prince Thirteen, your wound is shallow and your foundation is good. As long as you apply the medicine for two more days, you won't even leave a scar."

Yan Yuanheng nodded, not paying much attention to this.

The military doctor lowered his head, and when he was about to take away the old linen that had been removed, he couldn't find it anywhere.

...Where did it go?

Could it be that he failed to take care of it just now and was dealt with by the thirteenth prince's confidant?

After the military doctor left in a daze, Yan Yuanheng lay under the quilt, and by candlelight, he cut off the linen cloth with the two geese painted on it with scissors that reamed the candle wick, and kept it close to his body, and then quietly cut it to pieces under the cover of night. The broken sackcloth was buried at the root of the tent.

Back in the tent, Yan Yuanheng lay down again, still unable to figure out why when Tingyun and Shi Jinghong would be so sure that the main force of Pasha's tribe is no longer in Guining?

Three days later, the wind finally turned due south.

Pasha sat in the main tent of the Guining Army, lit the candles all around, looked at the flags outside the tent flying towards the north, and drank a few sips of tea. "Karnai" comes, a 72-string pipa, playing a clanging and male voice, waiting for the Beifu army to throw themselves into the net.

Sure enough, just after midnight, there was a faint sound of shouting and killing coming from the Cangjiang River.

……coming.

With a smile on the corner of Pasha's lips, he played the piano calmly, the sound of the piano was loud and clear, just like a phoenix singing.

His lieutenant general was in charge of supporting the army coming from land, and he was not by his side. A guest served him some tea and said, "The general plays the qin very well."

Pasha said: "This is learned from my family. My father is good at playing the qin and taught it since childhood. I have mastered the five tones and six arts since I was a child. Playing a battle song at this time can be considered as an encouragement to the soldiers in the front line."

The staff laughed and said: "The wind in the southern border will surely convey the general's wishes to all the troops..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, there was a burst of loud music coming from the riverside, several miles away, still majestic and magnificent, straight to the sky.

Guest: "Who is playing the suona?"

Pasha: "..."

It's suona, and it's still playing "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix".

Even the well-informed Pasha couldn't quite imagine what it would be like for an army to cross the river blowing suona.

He couldn't help laughing: It's a child's trick.

The more this is the case, the more bluffing it is?

The messengers on the land quickly arrived on their horses and shouted loudly: "General, there is the whereabouts of the Beifu army! They are approaching Changling!"

Pasha put down the piano calmly: "How many people are here?"

The messenger said: "The opponent is marching at night, without lighting a torch. It's very dark after nightfall, and it's hard to see how many people there are, but the deputy general looks at it from a distance, and the dust and smoke are billowing, and the front and back are connected. The team stretches for at least a hundred miles!"

Pasha clapped his hands: "Go down and rest."

The guest of honor stepped forward to applaud the horse without losing the opportunity: "The general knows things like a god! There must be at least 2 people in the army that stretches for hundreds of miles."

Pasha is not Wu Yichun, and he doesn't have the bad habit of being flattered by those around him, but everyone loves to listen to good words.

He took a leisurely sip of his tea and saw that the sky by the river was dyed red, so he knew that the river was also ready to go.

About a quarter of an hour later, the No. 2 messenger rushed into the camp full of joy: "General! In the Central Plains, the dog put the boat into the water. With the wind, half of the Baili River has been crossed, but those who have water skills can see , the Central Plains people’s boats are actually connected to the sampans with iron locks to keep them stable!”

Now, even Pasha couldn't help being overjoyed.

The guards even praised: "Great kindness! Great kindness! God helped the general! The children of the Shi family are familiar with military books, but they don't know that Zhou Lang planned to defeat Cao Cao in Chibi in the past. Great success!"

Pasha sat back on the fur-covered chair, with a smile on his face, and said three "yes" in succession, which showed that he was in a happy mood and couldn't restrain it.

Chu Ziling is useless, so what?

He, Pasha, made this useless move out of miraculous effect by himself alone!

The flames on the riverside turned back, and there was a faint howling sound coming from the river, which was pleasant to hear.

However, after a while, there was another sound of horseshoes.

The staff laughed and said, "I don't know where the good news is."

After finishing speaking, a black and dirty Southern Xinjiang soldier rushed from outside, rolled off his horse, and knelt down in front of Pasha crying, "General! General—the Beifu army... is coming across the river! !"

Pasha's expression changed suddenly, and he picked him up from the ground: "What?! Where's the Fireboat Team?"

The black-faced messenger cried: "The fire fleet is all light boats. When they get close, they ignite and our people dive into the water one after another, but who would have guessed... there are ambushes from the Beifu Army under the water! They also understand Water-based, with weapons in hand, everyone who jumped off the boat was killed in the water one by one..."

"Where's the rocket?!"

"It's fired... at least we fired more than ten thousand arrows, but their boat didn't catch fire at all..."

"...How is it possible?! When a wooden boat encounters fire, is there any reason for it to fail?!"

"The little ones didn't realize until the boat approached!... They coated the boat with black mud, and painted the boat into a black boat... The black mud is thick and tough, and the rockets falling on it can't hurt it... ...they also planted giant logs across the hull, and any approaching fire boats were stopped by the giant logs a few feet away from the ship..."

The messenger sobbed: "They have the wind to help them, and they are near the shore in a blink of an eye. They are fully armed, covered their heads and faces, not only prepared rockets, but also brought water dragons and catapults on the back boat... Before they approached the shore, the Beifu army At that time, Shi Tingyun ordered the water dragon to be turned on and sprayed towards the shore. The water dragon was full of kerosene——Shi Tingyun ordered to throw stones, and only hit the copper furnace on the shore that was used to store fire and light rockets. , now the bank of the river has become a sea of ​​flames—”

The guest was a little panicked: "General..."

Pasha gritted his teeth: "Don't panic, they have also divided their troops, only a few thousand people are left, up to 1! There are still [-] people left in Guining!"

... In fact, there are still [-] wounded soldiers.

Can always resist for a while.

However, Pasha had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Why did Shi Tingyun use the most taboo strategy in the water war?

Without waiting for Pasha to think about it, the No.5 messenger stumbled into the tent: "General! The Beifu army is calling! Right, right here..."

"Are you calling?! How many are you here?"

The messengers fought in two groups: "They are all people... they are all people. There are at least fifty thousand, no, one hundred thousand..."

"Fart him!" Pasha finally became furious, "Where did you get the hundred thousand?"

"They are all shouting..." The messenger trembled, "One hundred thousand Yan Luo crossed the Cangjiang River... Zhu, Zhu Pasha, send Wang Ba..."

Pasha knocked him over with one foot, and cursed violently: "Bluffer! This is bluff! Order the soldiers to stay behind and prepare for battle!"

Just now, in a blink of an eye, he finally figured out why the other party used iron chains to connect the river.

... He actually let Shi Tingyun build a long bridge for transporting troops from the other side to this side under his nose!

He rushed out of the camp and saw the sky beside the Cangjiang River was red with fire.

On the face of the Baili River, the boat is locked in the river.

What was burned was his soldiers and horses, and what was burned was the fighting spirit of the soldiers in southern Xinjiang.

The terrified shouts came endlessly:

"One hundred thousand troops! One hundred thousand troops from the Beifu Army!"

"10 people have called across the river!"

The No. 5 messenger said that the [-] vanguard troops on the riverside had been wiped out in fear of fire.

And the news that 10 soldiers from the Beifu army had arrived was like a river wind carrying a scorching smell, blowing across the entire Guining in an instant.

Pasha's calculations are clear, how could the Beifu Army have 10 people?

But how would he convince the panicked soldiers of his judgment? !

Pasha took out the letter Chu Ziling sent him from his bosom, read it for a moment, crumpled it, and shouted angrily, "Chu Ziling!"

Pasha finally knew what Chu Ziling was planning.

He is afraid that he really has a different mind!

Seeing the decline of southern Xinjiang, even if he is an illegitimate son, he may not be able to live happily ever after, so he wants to make military achievements in the Central Plains and become a general in the Central Plains!

After all, the position of prince is illusory, and only military merit can be firmly held in his hands.

He was afraid that Shi Tingyun would really find out, so he took advantage of the situation to evade the situation, saying that he was obviously working for Southern Xinjiang and secretly planning for the Central Plains. With his clever words and tricks, it must not be difficult to convince Shi Tingyun that he only needs to use people like himself to treat him. trust, you can manage step by step on behalf of the Central Plains, get rid of them one by one, and use their lives as votes——

What a poisonous scorpion!

Maybe, maybe, it was wrong from the beginning, even the illegitimate child was deliberately fabricated by him...

The suona team of the Beifu Army, blowing the louder "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix", is getting closer and closer.

Pasha came back to his senses, and before he could think any more, he ordered sharply: "Send the order!! Retreat!! Retreat!! Retreat quickly to Changling! Join our army!"

At the same time, hundreds of miles away, the lieutenant-general who was quietly lurking with an army waited for a strange news.

"……What did you say?"

"Return to Lieutenant General, the dust and mist of hundreds of miles away seems to be... a herd of horses." The orderly was also full of suspicion, "There was a grass target tied to the horse's tail, and it dragged on the ground, so the dust and smoke rose. The horses There seemed to be someone commanding the horses to gallop back and forth, but there were no more than a few dozen people at most."

The lieutenant joined the army by his side and looked back at Guining several times, only to see that the sky was full of soldiers, and he couldn't help worrying: "I don't know how the war in Guining is going?"

The lieutenant was confident: "With General Pasha here, what is there to be afraid of? Send someone to investigate again, and I want to see what the hell the Beifu army is going to do."

Mixed in the dust and smoke, commanding the horses that had assembled for several months, Chu Ziling choked on the ashes all over his head and face, and felt that his whole body smelled of horse dung, which was unbearable.

And he is more worried about the war in Guining than many people.

"What are they idiots doing?" Chu Ziling was in a state of desperation, licked the sores on his mouth, wiped the ashes from the corners of his mouth, and looked in the direction of Guining, "...I obviously want them to run, why don't they run?"