The generals in Yan Tao's army were full of murderous intent. Lin Zhiming was the first to stand up and loudly said: "General, this is a God-given opportunity. How long will it take if we don't send troops now?"
"That's right, Zuo Sima. There are only a thousand soldiers in the Jin army, and there are also refugees ten times as many as ourselves. If you defeat them even a little bit, they will be disturbed. When the time comes, the refugees will blow up the camp, no matter how many soldiers there are." If there is chaos, then we, Dajin, will descend like heavenly soldiers and we will definitely be able to slaughter the Jin army completely."
"General, give the order."
All the officers said in unison with anxious faces: "General, give the order!"
Yan Tao felt a little relaxed when he heard this, but this looseness was quickly replaced by determination. He had 1,600 armored soldiers in his hands. Although more than 200 soldiers were newly added, they were all picked from among the thousands of armies after seeing the blood. Even if the combat effectiveness of the veterans who come out is reduced, it will not be much worse.
On the other hand, Guan Cheng had less than 2,000 soldiers and horses, but according to the descriptions of the refugees who escaped, there were at least 200 to 300 wounded. Although Guan Cheng recruited a lot of soldiers, he was not a qualified armored soldier as soon as he put on the armor, without training. The combat effectiveness of new recruits who are run in and baptized on the battlefield will not only not increase but also decrease. If recruits account for more than 30% of a unit, the combat effectiveness of this unit will be reduced by at least half. If more than half of the people are recruits, then if conditions permit, It is necessary to reorganize and train.
The ones who died the most on the battlefield were the new recruits.
Yan Tao looked at the generals in the tent and felt very pleased. Isn't it because his subordinates were so powerful because they had so many veterans who had seen blood, and they were well treated and equipped.
What can Guan Cheng do with a poor settlement? Besides, why can't another three hundred people enter a place where three hundred people can escape?
Once the center blooms that's when you're done.
"Lin Zhiming."
"The general is here!"
"How many night warriors do we have in our army?" Yan Tao asked sharply.
Lin Zhiming was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "General, there should be half of the eight hundred people."
"good."
Yan Tao lifted up his cloak, turned around and walked quickly to the back of the handsome case and shouted: "Generals, listen to the order!"
A chilling aura suddenly burst out, and at this moment, Yan Tao finally had the aura of an iron-blooded warrior who had fought a hundred battles.
As soon as the shouts of drink ended, a clanging sound rang out, and then everyone shouted in unison: "The general is here!"
"Young Guan Cheng attacked our camp at night for no reason to destroy our Army A. Such despicable behavior is unbearable! How can I accept this humiliation when I have been ordered to lead an army? Tonight, all generals must gather their best troops and follow me." We will send troops to kill this thief, promote the prestige of our country, and avenge our dead brothers!"
The generals clasped their hands into fists again, bowed and sang in unison: "I obey my generals, tonight I will kill the traitors to show my country's prestige and take revenge!"
Ever since the refugees who escaped at night were discovered by both sides, it seemed destined that there would be a life-and-death battle between the two sides tonight.
This is the second time that Guan Cheng is dressed neatly. His handsome appearance, black armor and solemn expression make a young and heroic prince extremely charming.
The sword on Guan Cheng's body was fastened by Cao Ling'er himself. After Guan Cheng stepped back, the two looked at each other. The ambiguity in the air blushed the girl's cheeks and suppressed the boy's breathing.
At the officer's call, the soldiers stood up, put on their clothes and armor, then rubbed their sleepy eyes and ran out of the tent with their weapons in hand.
The people were a little panicked, and some who were well-informed and clever even knew what was going on, and couldn't help but curse the people who fled. If the Jin soldiers were to break the camp, they would face the loss of their families and possibly even the loss of their ancestors.
Those who did not run away would naturally call them cowards, but cursing could not alleviate the situation, and it could not even alleviate the worries in their hearts. The louder the curses, the more uneasy they felt.
The common people gathered in the rear camp, where there were Jin army cooks, logistical equipment, and wounded soldiers' camps. In order to make up for the tight military strength, Guan Cheng had to let most of the wounded soldiers return to the camp, and allocated two companies of combat troops. Soldiers came to appease and monitor the people.
Amid this growing din, a sense of unease is taking root.
The company commander of the Jin army who was maintaining order got angry and directly pulled out the most yelling person and beat him severely in front of everyone. Only by begging for mercy did the panicked people calm down again.
The chaos outside darkened the pink thing that Guan Cheng and Cao Ling'er had just brewed up.
Guan Cheng took a deep breath and smiled at Cao Ling'er: "I don't want anything to happen for a while, so I'll just stay in the tent. I have to listen to grandma, you know, and wait for me to come back with peace of mind."
Cao Ling'er's nose couldn't help but feel a little sore: "Your Highness."
She felt that there were thousands of words that wanted to come out of her throat, but grandma had said that a woman who is a king should behave as she should. The princess must not cause trouble to the prince. When a man conquers the world, a woman must Guard the inner court.
Finally, Cao Ling'er held her tongue and said, "His Highness must keep his word. If His Highness doesn't come back, Ling'er won't sleep."
After hearing this, Guan Cheng was stunned and then burst into laughter. He held up Cao Ling'er's weak and boneless hands, patted them gently and said, "My little beauty, just wait, I will be back soon." After saying that, he scratched Qiong. He walked out with a big smile, leaving a majestic figure behind him.
The wind blew at the right time, lifting the cloak and swaying slightly.
Cao Ling'er stood still, silent, neither laughing nor crying, but there was laughter in the wind, sobs in the wind, and eyes with concern and expectation in the wind.
Guan Cheng stood on the temporary wooden tower. He didn't know that the uneasiness in the hearts of the people behind him was already coming like a huge wave, but he still had to smile in front of everyone to show his confidence in winning. Even though this thirteen-year-old girl is very unfamiliar with these things, she still tries her best.
Waiting is the most difficult thing. This difficulty lies in knowing that the danger is coming but not knowing exactly when. Everyone's nerves are tense. The soldiers are staring at the darkness, and the darkness is watching everyone at the same time.
Everyone can hear the gradually heavier breathing around them, and the slit-like eyes are trying in vain to pierce the darkness.
A stick of incense, half an hour, an hour, some people gradually began to feel impatient, maybe Jin Bing would not come today.
Sometimes what represents terror and fear is not screaming, but silence, as thick as the night.
Any uneasy emotions can easily lead to collapse once they ferment. Guan Cheng walked down from the high platform and inspected the camp, trying his best to comfort everyone. At this moment, it seemed that only his hearty laughter and calm face were the only ones. Only by looking like a strategist can you house everyone stably.
That's King Jin, a royal nobleman. Even His Highness King Jin is like this, so he should be safe.
Many people's hearts were temporarily relieved, and the soldiers' uneasiness was effectively alleviated. People were never afraid of how little they got but about unfairness. Since His Highness the King of Jin is here, what are we afraid of? Can it be more valuable than His Highness the King of Jin?
Guan Cheng, who returned to the high platform, felt that his smile was a little stiff, but then the expression on his face changed slightly. The torches in the distance were waving wildly, pulling out fire dragons in the dark night, which were particularly conspicuous.
"The entire army is on alert!" Wu Chengju, standing next to Guan Cheng, shouted at the top of his lungs.
Suddenly the long sword was unsheathed and the sharp arrow was cocked.
Golden soldiers!
coming!
finally come!
