Everyone was an old soldier, and after listening to Wang Wenzuo's questions, they all understood the whole story. The digestive capacity of a horse's gastrointestinal tract is very average, and the food it eats is often excreted in the feces without being digested, so you can know what feed it has been fed recently by looking at its feces. In the ancient army, the priority of war horses was higher than that of ordinary soldiers. It would be better to let the infantry starve than to lose the fine materials of the war horses. This is normal operation. Since this group of enemies can't even feed their horses enough feed, it means that their supplies are already in quite a pinch.
"Through our ruts, the thieves' scouts already know that our baggage is very rich!" Wang Wenzuo said solemnly: "Send the order: "Rest in shift tonight, put up antlers on the outside, prepare to meet the enemy! "
"Do you think we should attack at night?" Sha Zha Xiangru asked, pointing to the dots of fire in the distance.
Hei Te Changzhi hesitated for a moment. If it had been in the past, he would have nodded. But this time is different from the past. The two defeats at the Xiongjin River Estuary and the fire in Rencun City have shaken the morale of the army. Unless they swear allegiance to them and hand over the hostages, Onimuro Fukunobu would never allocate military rations and supplies. The soldiers had only eaten one meal a day for ten days. An army with an underfed stomach and shaken morale was unable to launch a night attack.
"The night attack is a little forced, so let's send someone to harass them so that the Tang people won't have a good night's sleep!"
Sha Zha Xiangru, who understood his friend's difficulties, sighed: "That's all we can do, but I heard from the scouts that this Tang army is in deep ruts. If we can win, the problem of military rations can be put on hold!"
"Delay?" Hei Te Changzhi couldn't hear what his friend was saying. He smiled bitterly: "Are you reminding me about accepting hostage from General Zuo?"
"It's not General Zuo. Duke Fu Xin is already the Prime Minister!" Sha Zha Xiangru said: "If I use the title of the Tang Dynasty, it would be the Commander-in-Chief of all military affairs at home and abroad, the fake festival axe, and the recording of ministerial affairs. It couldn't be more majestic."
"He might as well ascend the throne and become king!" Hei Te Changzhi snorted coldly.
"Changzhi, you can't say that!" Sha Zha Xiangru looked back and lowered his voice: "In my opinion, this is not a bad thing!"
"A good thing?" Hei Te Changzhi said angrily: "People in the Tang Dynasty said: 'Brothers stay outside the wall to defend themselves against their insults!', but what did Duke Fu Xin do? Fighting in the same room, drawing swords at each other, will make your relatives angry and your enemies quick! "
"Changzhi, you are too excited, please listen to my explanation!" Sha Zha Xiangru said with a smile: "If Duke Fuxin doesn't take action, do you think these two can work together and fight the enemy side by side?"
Black Teeth was always silent, but silence was actually a kind of answer. Sha Zha Xiangru smiled and continued: "As the saying goes, strength is weak. The situation of these two is actually worse. They each set up a banner and recruit troops. , and they were also wary of each other. Four to five of their strength was used on their own people, and only half of it was used on the Tang people. If the Tang people were not short of food and couldn't move, I'm afraid the Tang people would have defeated us one by one!"
"Yes, right general Xiong Jinjiang lost to the Tang Dynasty because the two armies did not save each other!"
"Well! After Daochen lost that battle, reinforcements from the Tang Dynasty had entered Sixian City. The situation has changed drastically. If the two families continue to maintain this way, the great cause of national restoration will be ruined sooner or later. Rather than this, it is better to return the power to one Very good!"
"It makes sense for you to say that!" Hei Te Changzhi nodded: "It's just that His Highness Feng is the king of a country, so if he returns to one, then it should also go to His Highness, not Duke Fu Xin?"
"The power belongs to Fuxin, so it's not a bad idea to offer sacrifices to Fuyu!" Sha Zhaxiangru laughed: "Without Fuxin's hard work and hard work, there would not be the situation today. This time the royal capital was destroyed, and the Tang people would That is to say, all the heroes in the capital have moved away, and the royal family has been severely weakened. Even if the country can be restored, it will not be able to return to its former self. Your Highness has fame but no strength, and Duke Fuxin has strength but no fame. Supporting each other is the right way. Besides, Well, His Highness has already made the Onimuro clan’s daughter his queen, as long as he gives birth to a son and makes him a prince, we will still be a family after all!”
Hearing this, Hei Te Changzhi couldn't help but nodded. The reason why Baekje is in a situation where no one can do anything about the other is because there are internal problems on both sides. The Tang people are recruiting troops from afar, and it is a secondary battlefield to invest troops. It was limited, and its ally Silla also had secret intentions, so even though it started well, the situation took a turn for the worse, and it was almost overturned by the Jedi; while after Baekje rebounded from the bottom, due to poor internal integration, it appeared to be huge, but it was always Unable to achieve decisive results, they were bitten back by the weak enemy. Therefore, whoever can integrate internal contradictions faster and take the initiative will win the final victory. Hei Te Changzhi and Sha Zha Xiangru are both wise and brave men, and they are in the position of bystanders, so they can see the situation clearly.
"Destiny is high!" Black Teeth Changzhi sighed: "All we can do is to devote ourselves to death. As for success or failure, it is not something you and I can reverse with our wisdom!"
Wang Wenzuo was woken up by the sound of the trumpet. He felt as if he had just fallen asleep. The moment he woke up, he wanted to put a blanket over his head and continue sleeping, but Sancho rushed in from outside, and his high-pitched voice almost destroyed the tent. Overturned.
"Lang Jun, the enemy has been spotted at the outpost!"
He weakly sat up and lifted up the blanket. The trumpet sounded wildly and urgently, as if shouting: Quick, quick, quick. He heard people shouting, the clash of spears and spears, and the neighing of horses. Fortunately, there was no fighting. "It's a call to action!" he said. "Damn it, why can't these Baekje people let me sleep a little longer?"
Sancho opened his mouth, his eyes widened in anticipation, not knowing how to respond.
Wang Wenzuo groaned and got out of bed, groping his way outside the tent, followed closely by Sancho holding his armor. Pale mist floated from the night, like long white fingers on the river. Men and horses stumbled in the predawn chill as they fastened their saddles, put on their armor, carried arrows and throwing spears to the Scorpion Ballista, and extinguished the campfires. The trumpet sounded again: hurry, hurry, hurry. The cavalrymen jumped on their breathless horses one after another, while the infantrymen tightened their belts while running. Master Shen, who was on duty last night, ran out of the fog, fully armed and riding a horse.
"What happened?" Wang Wenzuo asked.
"The Baekje thieves have already taken the lead!" Master Shen shouted loudly: "They took advantage of the darkness to bypass the woods and arrived behind us. They are now less than a mile away from us!"
