The bright moon hangs high and the north wind rises.
Li Xuan stood on the high slope north of the Yellow River at the mouth of the Longwu River, wearing black clothes and black armor, with calm eyes, and whispered: "This is already the third day."
In June, the weather is mostly northeasterly, northerly, and occasionally southwesterly.
Three days ago, when the north wind started blowing, Li Xuan had already arrived here.
Li Xuan lowered her head and looked at her camp below with a sharp look in her eyes.
Among the large villages on the north bank of the Yellow River, they are currently taking a short rest after the war. Some people are even so tired that they fell asleep.
Li Duozuo stood on the river bank. On the water of the Yellow River in front of him were countless raft fragments, some of which were even tightly tied by ropes.
No matter how strong the current of the Yellow River is, it will not be able to wash them away for a while.
Farther away on the river, a large group of connected rafts occupies almost half of the river.
The ropes that firmly fixed them on the south bank ensured that their rafts, which were outside the attack range of the catapults, would not be affected at all.
The last thing on the river was the corpses of Tibetan soldiers.
In the past few days, the Tubo people have attacked very frequently.
Whenever the raft crossed the middle of the Yellow River, the Tibetan soldiers behind them rushed over almost like crazy, laying the raft and shooting arrows.
The catapults, archers, and even crossbowmen on the north bank of the Yellow River almost used their full strength every time to drive them back.
Fortunately, they were exhausted, but the Tubo people were exhausted.
Standing on the river was unstable, and it was difficult for the Tibetan people to shoot accurately with their bows and arrows.
Except for those unlucky ones, everyone on the north bank had no problems, but they were very tired from drawing their bows.
Bows and arrows, crossbows.
Even though the Tubo people carried a lot of shields, they did not know how many people died after several attacks.
Now no one cares about counting the bodies, so they can only throw them into the river and let them float away in the river.
The fish in the river are really full these days.
If more people die, the Tubo people will naturally no longer die casually.
However, each time they were closer to the north bank than the last time, and although more people died, they also posed a greater threat to the north bank of the Yellow River.
According to the pattern of the past two days, it is very likely that the Tibetans will not attack again tonight.
This made Li Duozuo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, a soldier ran from behind, ran to Li Duozuo's ear, and said a few words to him.
Li Duozuo raised his brows, turned around and immediately walked quickly towards the Chinese army's tent.
Just after Li Duozuo left, a somewhat sneaky figure appeared on the shore.
Li Xuan was on the high slope, watching everything. Qin Shi's actions could not be hidden from him at all.
"It seems that everything will happen tonight." Li Xuan turned sideways and asked, "Where are the suicide fighters from the east and west routes?"
"Reporting to the prince, they have arrived behind Zhanjiazhai on the south bank. They are resting and ready to obey orders." Li Zhu walked out of Li Xuan's shadow and bowed and handed over his hands.
"Pass the news over. They only have half an hour to rest. After half an hour, they will act according to the signal." Li Xuan waved her hand casually.
Li Zhu immediately turned around and headed toward the rear. Soon, the order was passed out, and he returned to Li Xuan's side.
Seeing the sneaky figure approaching the catapult, Li Xuan said calmly: "Tell Li Duozuo that the plan has begun. The manpower in the dark is ready to act and will act at any time."
"Here!" Li Zhu turned around and left, walking towards the back.
On the hills behind, there are countless figures and horses standing densely.
These people were all cavalry.
A total of four hundred cavalrymen appeared silently on the high slope behind the camp on the north bank, standing silently behind Li Xuan.
Li Xuan looked calmly at the camp in the distance. Beside him, there were three big red drums erected. In front of them stood three strong men with strong bodies and muscles.
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In the camp, Qin Shi walked slowly to the ordinary southern soldiers who were trebucheting.
Most of these soldiers have closed their eyes. Even if they are not tired enough to fall asleep, they still don't have the strength to open their eyes now.
Occasionally, a few vigilant people opened their eyes and stared at Shi Qin.
Now that the war situation is tense, almost all the manpower available in the rear camp has been transferred to the front.
Only old men like Qin Shi and other doctors and cooks have not been transferred yet.
Although Shi Qin's face was not that unfamiliar, some people were looking at him warily.
It's not that he doubts him too much, it's just the vigilance he has developed over a long period of time.
Qin Shi smiled awkwardly. He seemed to be here to check the casualties and didn't mean much harm.
However, just when Shi Qin attracted the attention of most people, a figure appeared silently behind everyone.
With a wave of the sharp blade, the sling of the catapult was silently cut off.
After a while, Qin Shi had already walked around under all the catapults, and then walked towards the rear camp under the gaze of everyone.
No one noticed that suddenly, the three torches on the shore were extinguished at the same time.
On the peak on the south bank of the Yellow River, a figure quickly caught the signal.
Wusiza took a deep breath, turned to look at Hurel behind him, and whispered: "Tell the children to get ready. We will launch a surprise landing in a quarter of an hour."
"Follow the order!" Hu Rile pressed his right hand on his chest, then bowed slightly, turned around, and strode down the mountain.
Wu Xiza looked at the still silent Tang Army Camp across the way. It was so quiet that it seemed unreal.
He raised his gaze and landed on the mountains in the distance.
His eyes flickered, as if there were countless Tang soldiers staring at him in the mountains.
Usiza suddenly smiled, feeling that he was somewhat sensitive.
Reaching out his hand, Usiza took out an official document from his arms.
The official document came from the camp on the west bank of Lake Nile. It contained only a few words: "The King of Nanchang appears on the battlefield."
The King of Nanchang appeared on the east bank of Lake Nile, leading the right guard soldiers supported by his subordinates, and fought side by side with the right leader Wei General Li Jinxing.
The existence of this official document shows that many people on the front line have confirmed the identity of the King of Nanchang.
This news allowed Usiza to dispel her last doubts.
All that's left is to start a war.
Usiza turned sideways and looked down at his camp. Two thousand soldiers were already waiting in formation, and hundreds of rafts were placed beside them.
Hu Rile had just walked up to the soldier and without saying a word, the sharp long knife had been pulled out directly from his waist.
The sharp blade shone coldly in the moonlight.
A quarter of an hour later, Usiza's cold voice sounded: "Attack across the river and never return until you die."
"Attack across the river and never return until you die." Leng Sen's deep muffled voice echoed throughout the camp.
The next moment, Hurel swung his sword, and countless soldiers rushed past him like water.
These Tibetan soldiers all carried light-looking rafts on their shoulders and stood in a row.
Under the firelight, it can be clearly seen that these rafts are all made of wood as thick as an arm, tightly connected together, and can even be bent.
The rafts are all connected together with ropes.
One by one, they were taken off the raft pile, lifted up, and then quickly rushed to the river bank.
The soldiers on both sides of the river bank completely gave way to the road at this moment, and they were silent.
Everyone shut their mouths tightly and did not make any sound.
Although they will inevitably be discovered by the Tang army on the opposite side, the later they are discovered, the fewer casualties they will suffer.
The sound of "crash" still alerted the vigilant Tang soldiers. At this time, the Tubo people had just crossed the middle of the Yellow River.
However, these people are very fast. They have not participated in the battle in the past few days, just for today.
Their abundant physical strength allowed them to move quickly on the rushing river. They quickly rushed to the edge of the raft position, and then without any hesitation, they threw the raft upside down in their hands.
With a "swish" sound, a long arrow shot out, and with a "pacing" sound, it was directly nailed to the raft.
The curved raft, at this time, could not only be used by soldiers to step on, but could even be used as a shield against bows and arrows.
"The Tibetans are coming." Shouting and gongs and drums kept ringing on the shore. All the soldiers struggled to get up at the first time. Some ran to the trebuchet, and some picked up bows and arrows and crossbows.
However, when they really wanted to take action, they discovered that all the ropes of the trebuchets had been cut, and all the archers' arms were extremely sore and could not even lift their bows. The crossbowmen found that since the last fierce battle, they even There was no time to reload the crossbow.
But at this time, the Tubo people had quickly approached the south bank, and the soldiers on the bank could even clearly see the flash of sharp blades.
A few bows and arrows could not hurt them at all. It was almost foreseeable that in a short period of time, these Tubo people would rush ashore directly and start a bloody massacre on them.
The entire Yellow River was densely packed with Tibetan soldiers, and it was impossible to see how many of them there were in the darkness.
Seeing that everyone was about to fall into despair, at this moment, somewhere behind them, the sound of "dong dong dong" drums suddenly sounded.
The next moment, the Tang soldiers on the shore were overjoyed, and then receded like the tide.
Not even a little bit nostalgic.
On the other side, on the top of the mountain, Usiza keenly noticed the special origin of these drum sounds. He suddenly turned his head to look to his side and roared in a low voice: "Azhuoma, what's going on?"
"What's going on?" A Zhuoma walked out of the darkness with a puzzled face, frowned at Usiza and said, "I have done everything you asked me to do."
"You..." Usiza wanted to give some advice, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
He turned around and looked at the peak a mile away behind the Tang Army camp. The sudden sound of drums came from that place.
This is wrong, this is very wrong.
Usiza was keenly aware that he had fallen into a trap. He lowered his body and looked at the soldiers below who were quickly crossing the river. The soldiers at the front were about to rush to the shore. If they were asked to retreat at this time, they would not be willing to do so. .
He will also not give in.
"Send the order to Hurel, speed up." Usiza gritted his teeth and finished speaking. After barely breathing, the Tibetan people had already speeded up quickly.
The Tang army on the opposite bank did not react at all, but the soldiers at the front had already boarded the north bank of the Yellow River and rushed forward excitedly, their long swords already raised.
It was at this time that the earth began to shake violently.
(End of chapter)
