Among the three countries, Goguryeo is the most powerful. If it had not focused its expansion in Liaodong, it would have already unified the peninsula. The Baekje people originally started in the Han River Basin, but they were forced to move south due to Goguryeo's attack. In the sixth century, the alliance between Baekje and Silla counterattacked Goguryeo. After making progress, the Silla people counterattacked and seized the Han River Basin. In order to regain his homeland, the king of Baekje personally conquered Silla, but was killed by Silla. By now, the hatred between the two countries was deeply rooted and could not be reconciled. In comparison, the old hatred between Goguryeo and Baekje was not worth mentioning. At that time, Baekje was across the sea from Japan and had a very close relationship with the Yamato Dynasty. Intermarriage between the upper classes of both parties was extremely common. For example, the mother of Emperor Hengmu was the legitimate daughter of King Munyong of Baekje; the ancestor of the Japanese Ouchi clan was The third prince of King Seongmyeong of Baekje and so on. In the eyes of Hei Te Changzhi and Sha Zha Xiangru, rather than falling into the hands of their enemies Silla and the Tang people, it would be better to rely on the power of the Japanese who have been married for generations to revive the country.
"Dasu!"
The tent was opened, cold wind blew in from the outside, and the spy's breath quickly condensed into white mist, covering his face. Hei Te Changzhi put down the wooden spoon and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?"
"The Tang people built a camp near the wild boar forest!"
"oh?"
Hei Te Changzhi and Sha Zha Xiangru exchanged glances, and both saw surprise in each other's eyes. According to their original expectations, since this small group of Tang troops acted so cautiously, the most likely action when the scouts were attacked was to quickly retreat to their home base of Sixi City. And Hei Te Changzhi sent light troops to follow, preparing to wait until the enemy was exhausted and only half a day away from Sixian City. When he thought it was safe, he would launch a surprise attack. However, he did not expect that the Tang army stopped halfway and stopped. It's a bit strange to stay in camp and defend yourself.
"Since this is the case, then we have to adapt accordingly!" Sha Zha Xiangru stood up, and the armor on his body made a slight collision sound: "Chang Zhi, let us first experience the power of the 'Shanghai Heavenly Soldiers'! "
He dreamed that he was sitting on a soft bed, facing the computer, with Coca-Cola and fried chicken wings on the table, and images jumping on the screen. He was humming a song, skillfully operating the keyboard and mouse, and occasionally lowered his head to take a sip of Coca-Cola through the straw. . Everything is so beautiful, as if everything is still the same as before. Until the trumpet sounds, the dream is broken, and reality comes.
It was dark all around, and beneath him was a rough bed—actually a bundle of branches covered with a deerskin. Wang Wenzuo turned over and sat up, putting on his coat. Sancho at his feet also stood up. With his help, Wang Wenzuo put on his armor, tightened his belt, hung the horizontal sword on it, and then the horn bow and quiver.
The second horn sounded, and Wang Wenzuo walked out of the tent. It was still dark outside, and there was a biting cold under the dark sky. The soldiers swarmed out of the tent, tightening their belts and walking towards the small school field in the center of the military camp, which was facing the main general. The entrance of the tent - all Tang army camps are like this. The tents are in the shape of a checkerboard and are some distance away from the fence beside the camp to avoid being injured by enemy arrows outside the camp. There is a small school ground in the center of the camp, where the main general A place where military law is enforced and orders are issued. He walked to his position in the queue and began to look nervously for his subordinates. Fortunately, they were all there. Wang Wenzuo couldn't help but let out a long breath.
The third horn sounded, and there was a commotion in the crowd. However, the enemy finally arrived. When things came to an end, Wang Wenzuo let out a long breath. He turned back and whispered to Sancho: "After this battle is over, we can rest peacefully no matter what!"
The time for issuing the order was short, and soon the soldiers came to the fence, and the military slaves began to distribute dry food-dried flour cakes that were hard enough to knock teeth, and luckily there was water. Wang Wenzuo had to break the dough into small pieces, soak it in water and eat it. The cold wind blew and made his teeth chatter.
Piles of bonfires were lit, and the cold wind stirred the flames like a sword, causing the orange light to sway. Arrows, shields, and spears were piled up behind the parapet, and the wind blew the flags overhead, causing them to flutter wildly like crow's wings.
"Did you hear that, Master?"
Sancho's voice reached his ears. Wang Wenzuo turned his head, there was the sound of wind, horse neighing, and something else. "It's footsteps, yes, the footsteps of many people!" Wang Wenzuo whispered.
There was already a thin layer of frost on Sancho's thick nose. There was darkness outside the camp, like the sea, but Wang Wenzuo could identify the flickering and moving sparks in the distance. They were the pursuers of the Baekje people. In the darkness, they were like the rising sun. As conspicuous as the sun.
"How can I fight if I can't see anything?"
Wang Wenzuo heard a voice whispering next to him. He tied an oilcloth on the front end of an arrow, walked to the bonfire, lit it, then filled the bow and loosened the bowstring. The rocket pierced the night sky, emitting a strange flickering light that illuminated the ground it passed. Wang Wenzuo could glimpse the dark crowd in the dim light. There were thousands of people, maybe more. The rocket fell into the darkness. At this time, drums sounded from the enemy camp, like the roar of giants in ancient times, which made Wang Wenzuo's back tingle.
Bugles sounded from the Tang Army camp, woo woo woo! The attackers responded with shouts, mixed with dull drum beats, as if to announce that we are coming. We will break through your walls, cut you all down, peel off your skin, and then rush toward you on your bones. Sixian City will drive you into the sea, and you will never dare to come back again. The wind was howling, and Wang Wenzuo heard the sound of bowstrings cutting through the air behind him, sending rockets flying into the sky, like stars. He could see groups of Baekje people rushing toward him with shields, hand axes, and spears. Like ocean waves.
"You don't plan to wait until dawn before attacking?" Sha Zha Xiangru asked: "I can't see anything clearly, and there is no way to command and dispatch!"
"It doesn't matter, they are just miscellaneous soldiers anyway!" Hei Te Changzhi said with a smile: "The Tang people can't see how many enemies there are in the dark!"
"Are you trying to drain the morale and arrows of the Tang people?" Sha Zha Xiangru suddenly realized: "No wonder you act so rashly!"
"Haha!" Hei Te Changzhi said with a smile: "Chinese soldiers advance and retreat in a controlled manner, have their own positions, and have strict orders. They are beyond our reach. If they attack hard, even if they are several times larger than him, they may not be able to defeat them. If If you want to win, you can only win by surprise. There will be a chaotic battle at night, everyone will be even, wait until they are exhausted, and wait until dawn before adding new troops to decide the winner!"
