Military rations have always been a top secret for an army, and they determine the direction of this war to a large extent.
All of the above, whether it was Zhao Kuo's advance arrangements or just good luck, eventually led to the Qin Army's repeated misjudgments about Zhao Jun's food supplies. Naturally, the Qin Army also formed a serious misjudgment of the battlefield situation - Zhao Jun had already They were unable to fight anymore because of lack of food.
Looking at the sallow and thin bodies of Zhao Jun in front of him, listening to the descriptions of Zhao Jun's combat power by his subordinates, he carefully analyzed the battle damage ratio in the military report that his subordinates brought over. Even a divine strategist like Wu'an Jun Bai Qi has to believe that Zhao Jun has reached the end of his strength.
What else is there to say, just attack!
Immediately on the twelfth day when Zhao Jun was surrounded, before Wei Jun had quietly arrived around the battlefield, Qin Jun changed the pattern of tentative attack and launched a full-scale attack on Zhao Jun in the encirclement.
In just one day, more than ten fortresses outside the Zhao army changed hands, and nearly 10,000 Zhao soldiers were annihilated on the spot...
"Report!"
An urgent voice sounded in the camps of the Zhao and Wei armies almost at the same time.
The general hurriedly broke into the big tent, and a gust of hot wind followed the fiery red figure into it. In the big tent, the fine sand table was still placed, but the general's big case had been moved away, replaced by a simple bed.
A pale-faced general was lying half on the bed, with a thin quilt covering his lower body, and his upper body covered with a dry Ge Yi. Under the Ge Yi was the heavy gauze, and under the gauze. Below, there was a pool of blood faintly revealed. Who else could it be if he wasn't the seriously injured Zhao Kuo?
An old military doctor with white hair and beard was half-sitting beside the bed, checking Zhao Kuo's pulse. On the outside were Zhao Wei and other middle and high-level officials of the Zhao army.
The soldiers who were all-powerful on the battlefield were holding their breath and concentrating for fear of disturbing the doctor's diagnosis, and stared at the doctor nervously with their tiger eyes.
But the doctor had been taking pulses for some time, but the more he diagnosed, the lower his eyebrows became.
Just as the doctor sighed softly and was about to take back his right hand to check the pulse and start to discuss the diagnosis, the scout happened to burst into the room, surprising everyone.
"Why are you so panicked? I don't see the military doctor checking your pulse?"
Without waiting for Zhao Wei to scold him, General Zhao Junbi on the side began to scold the general. Not only that, dozens of pairs of tiger eyes in the tent immediately looked at the scouts who came to report the news rather resentfully.
Those are all fierce fighting generals with three rounds of firepower in their blood! The temperature in the tent immediately dropped several degrees.
Being targeted by so many powerful generals at once, even though it was midsummer, the scout couldn't help but feel a chill in his body, and cold sweat climbed up his back in an instant.
"Doctor, please continue." Another assistant general said, and everyone immediately looked at the doctor again. Even the scout who was kneeling on one knee secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, Zhao Kuo, who was half lying on the bed, forced himself to sit upright and said to the generals: "The military situation is important! Please report back."
"Yes!" When the scout heard the words, he clasped his fists and promised, but he didn't dare to raise his head to look at those cold eyes: "Report to the General: Starting at 10 o'clock today, hundreds of thousands of Qin troops will attack from all directions and attack our fortress. , By the time of Youshi, more than ten of our army’s first-line fortresses had been lost.”
"What?!" Zhao Kuo was horrified when he heard this, and he was about to spurt out a mouthful of old blood.
No wonder Zhao Kuo was so excited. He spent a long time laying out the plan, building forts and storing food. He even went to the battlefield and returned home seriously injured, in order to stabilize the morale of the army and encourage his subordinates to hold the forts and wait for reinforcements.
But now, there is no shortage of military rations and no loss of morale, but you are telling me that a line of defense was lost in more than ten places in one day? ! You must know that although Zhao Jun built many forts, due to terrain and time constraints, he actually built less than a hundred. The Qin army captured more than one-tenth of the army in just one day during the day? Doesn't that mean that in five or six days, he will wipe out the entire army?
Not to mention that Zhao Jun could still hold on for ten days even if he captured a tenth of it in one day, that is a foolish statement that does not understand military affairs at all. As the number of one's own fortresses decreases and the cooperation between them decreases, the gap between one's own military strength and that of the Qin army will also widen, and the speed at which the fortresses will be broken will double.
If we can defend for five or six days based on today's loss of troops, that is already a conservative estimate, and the actual situation will only be worse!
Zhao Kuoqiang swallowed the blood that was about to spurt out of his mouth, lifted up the quilt, touched his feet to the ground, and was about to stand up, but his body was so weak that he was about to stumble down.
Zhao Wei, who was beside him, had quick eyes and quick hands, and supported Zhao Kuo's right hand in time, thus avoiding the "tragedy".
"General." An eager greeting sounded in Zhao Kuo's ears.
Zhao Kuo held Zhao Wei's thick palm with his right hand, raised his left hand slightly, and waved it twice in the air to signal everyone to be quiet. However, just such a simple movement had already caused Zhao Kuo to expend a lot of energy. Cold sweat broke out from his forehead and penetrated into the robe and gauze. The red color on his chest became brighter and brighter.
And everyone's eyes immediately became a little moist.
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Kuo pointed to the sand table not far away. The old doctor on the side immediately lowered his raised hand, but he couldn't get rid of the deep worry in his eyes.
He knew what kind of heartbreaking pain it would cause for a seriously injured person to move easily, and what serious consequences such pain would have.
But he knew better that a general who looked down upon death would not listen to his advice, because he would not let himself die on the bed.
Zhao Wei, who was beside him, obviously saw the old doctor's hesitation, but he knew his general's temperament more clearly, so he had to suppress the grief in his heart and carefully helped Zhao Kuo to the sand table. The generals immediately made way for a passage and escorted Zhao Kuo to the sand table.
With two "pops", Zhao Kuo got rid of Zhao Wei's arms, put his hands on the heavy wooden frame of the sand table, and then a faint voice sounded: "Mark it out."
"Quick, quick!" Zhao Wei immediately conveyed: "Mark today's battle situation on the sand table."
"Yes." The scout hurriedly stood up and came to the sand table, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes. Apparently he also realized how much pain his news had brought to his general. The scout knew better that the faster and more clearly he could tell the story of the battle, the faster he could let the general rest.
Immediately, the scout began to briefly recount today's battle situation.
From north to south, and from west to east, the scouts almost circled the entire sand table. Every time the scouts paused, they took away a red flag representing the Zhao army from the sand table and replaced it with a red flag representing the Qin army. Black flag.
