"General! The Tang army in the camp has sent an envoy!"
"Messenger? What are these sons of bitches doing?"
"They asked for a half-hour truce to allow both sides to clean up the battlefield. We can carry away the wounded and corpses. During this period, neither side is allowed to attack the other side!"
Sha Zha Xiangru's eyes narrowed dangerously, like a ferocious cat about to pounce on its prey. He was silent for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "Very good, let the envoy come in and let me see him!"
A few minutes later, a Baekje monk was brought in. It was easy to see that he was frightened, but he still recounted Tang Jun's suggestions tremblingly. At the beginning of each sentence, he had to say "Amitabha" again, but he was present. None of them thought there was anything funny about it - being able to finish speaking under Sha Zha Xiangru's gaze was already remarkable.
"Then what can the Tang people gain? They don't need a half-hour truce to take in the corpses and wounded!"
"Amitabha, this poor monk doesn't know!" Sancho lowered his head and stared at the ground.
Sha Zha Xiangru let out a long breath. Even without looking at him, he could feel the emotions of the generals around him - most of them wanted to accept: the previous attack was a miserable loss, and it would take time to adjust the strategy. They agreed to a truce. No loss to myself. But Sha Zha Xiangru still had an evil fire stirring deep in his heart - this gave him the feeling of being manipulated by the enemy.
"Monk!" Sha Zha Xiangru suddenly pulled out his sword and put it on Sanqiu's neck: "You came to be this messenger. How many benefits did the Tang Dynasty give you?"
Sancho trembled. He could feel the cold blade close to his neck. As long as he pulled it gently, blood would spurt out from the carotid artery: "Amitabha, my compassion is of no benefit. The poor monk is just I don’t want to see so many people die there like this, with orphans and widows left without anyone to take care of them!”
"Really?" Sha Zha Xiangru observed the monk with great interest. He could feel the monk's fear, which also made him feel a lot better. He laughed and suddenly slapped him flatly with the blade of his knife. He slapped Sancho's cheek twice: "Well, you can go back and tell Tang Gou that I agreed. Both corpse collection teams are not allowed to carry weapons, and the limit is one hundred people!"
There were corpses everywhere on the hillside. The arrows and spears stuck in the soil were watered with blood and became new terrifying crops. The Baekje corpse collection team walked through it. The groaning wounded tried their best to get up, making pleas. Crows It hovers in the sky, falling from time to time, and when someone approaches, it flaps its wings and flies up.
Yuan Fei walked among the corpses with more than 20 women. They pulled out arrows from the corpses and soil and put them into baskets for next use. It was the first time that he saw so many Baekje people die in front of him, and there were even a few gentlemen wearing iron leaf armor - he knew very well that a pair of this kind of iron leaf armor was enough to replace ten people like himself. Strong slave. And they were just lying on the ground, not breathing, just like the most despicable cannon fodder. This gave him a strange feeling - maybe the difference between these masters and himself was not that big.
Half an hour passed quickly. The Baekje people piled the corpses into three places, poured oil on them, piled wood and lit them on fire. Although they were more than a mile apart, the unique smell of burning human flesh still floated in the wind. Wang Wenzuo covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, but it still felt disgusting.
"Sanlang, when do you think the Baekje people will attack next?" Liu An asked.
"At least tomorrow, maybe later!" Wang Wenzuo answered with his nose covered: "Nothing can make soldiers more despondent than the smell of burning corpses!"
"That's true!" Liu An sighed: "Sanlang, but in this case, our place will be too quiet, right?"
Wang Wenzuo turned around, and faint shouts of killing came from the west. It should be that the Baekje people were attacking the two Tang army barriers outside the west gate of Sixi City. In comparison, Erzha Post seemed particularly quiet, and some Infiltrate people.
"But this may not be a good thing! If I were the general of the Baekje people, I would definitely make better preparations before the next attack, for example -" Wang Wenzuo paused for a moment, and then said: "Listen!"
Liu An listened carefully and could vaguely hear the clanging sound of logging. It was obvious that the Baekje people had learned their lesson and were building more and stronger siege equipment.
"We have to do something, we can't let the Baekje people go on like this!"
Sixian City, East Gate.
"So, you want to attack the Baekje people at night?" Liu Renyuan said.
"Yes!" Wang Wenzuo tried his best to keep his voice steady, which would be more convincing from a psychological point of view: "To be precise, it is close to dawn, when the enemy sleeps most soundly, and if the enemy is prepared in advance, when the enemy is close, By daybreak, your patience will be almost exhausted!”
"Not bad!" Liu Renyuan nodded with satisfaction: "The Baekje people were newly defeated, their morale was low, and they spent the night building siege equipment, and the soldiers were exhausted. It was indeed a good time to launch a night attack. However, the rebel offensive at the west gate was very slow. Fiercely, the two camps outside our army's city have been captured by them, so I'm afraid we won't be able to spare much energy!"
"Protector, it is precisely because the situation at the west gate is urgent that we should launch a night attack at the east gate! They will attack theirs, and we will attack ours. Injuring ten of their fingers is worse than cutting off one. As long as the thieves outside the east gate are defeated, Everyone, all thieves will naturally collapse!"
"It's better to cut off one of his ten fingers than to hurt him! Okay, that's well said!" Liu Renyuan's eyes lit up, he raised his palm and praised: "Wen Zuo's words are very wonderful, let's do this, then tonight we will raise fire as a signal and go out of the city to attack the bandits at night. !”
The forest was dark, and the indifferent moonlight covered the shadows of the trees. Yuan Feifei walked under the shadows, his breath frosting in the air-conditioning.
The snow on the rocks melted and trickled down, turning into small pools in the low areas, covered with thin ice and broken by footsteps. A few weeds grew out of the cracks in the rocks, and here and there a few patches of pale lichen. It is difficult to call these gaps in the forest roads, but with his innate instinct, Yuan Fei was able to walk through the woods in the dark night and reach his destination.
"How far is it?" Shen Faseng asked in a low voice.
"It's not far away! Don't make any sound and listen carefully!"
Master Shen listened intently. At first he could hear nothing except water droplets splashing, but gradually he recognized rhythmic sounds and realized that they were not natural sounds in the woods.
"Is that the voice of the Baekje thief?"
"Well, we are not far from them, but there is no straight road in the forest. It will take about two-quarters of an hour to walk there!"
