Datong City.

Yuan Qingshan looked at the more than 30,000 Wei cavalry outside the city, frowned and didn't know what he was thinking. The Wei people in these rooms had not attacked for more than ten days, but Yuan Qingshan still went up to the city to watch every day, and didn't even go down, looking at the north from morning to night.

There was a young Confucian scholar beside Yuan Qingshan, wearing a dark red official robe. Although the man looked young, he also had some beards on his chin and stroked his beard several times from time to time to look mature and steadier.

This Confucian scholar is Ouyang Wenfeng, the new Datong magistrate. Yuan Qingshan said nothing, but Ouyang Wenfeng couldn't help but speak first: "Mayor Yuan, can Wenyuan come back?"

After a little hesitation, Yuan Qingshan said, "The Grand Tutor will definitely be able to return. It has been half a month since the Wei army of Shiwei has not returned to Datong yet. It must be that Yaojian Mengde has no choice but to have the Grand Tutor."

Ouyang Wenfeng replied after hearing this: "Master General means that the longer the time delays, the safer Wenyuan will be?"

Yuan Qingshan nodded.

Ouyang Wenfeng breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, that's good, that's good."

Yuan Qingshan suddenly asked again: "Can the magistrate Ouyang understand military strategies?"

Ouyang Wenfeng looked a little guilty and replied: "The general laughed. He has read the art of war a little well-known, but he dared not say it is well-versed, let alone talk about war on paper."

Yuan Qingshan took off the iron helmet on his head, put it on the mercedes, wiped the sweat on his head, and slowly said, "If you have mastered the art of war, you will be familiar with the art of war. Combining the art of war with reality, that is the way to lead the army. The Grand Master said that the prefect Ouyang has great talent and told me to teach more. He was worried in front of him, and he did not talk much with the prefect Ouyang. If there is nothing to do today, I should have a few words with the prefect Ouyang."

Ouyang Wenfeng was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly bowed and said, "Thank you for your kindness in the teachings of Marshal Yuan."

Yuan Qingshan waved his hand and said, "We are all old, Wang Shumi is old, Zong Qing is old, and I don't know who to give this place to the town in the future. The court is now strange. The brave have no strategy, but the people with gullies do not know about military affairs. Maybe it's really a big blame for Li Qiming. Over the past twenty years, there has been a mess in the army. In fact, to be honest, I'm the one who has more than enough success and lacks in progress. Zong Qing is just a little clever reckless man. Only Wang Shumi can really stand alone in the border town. I hope that the prefect Ouyang will be a genius like Wang Shumi in the future."

Ouyang Wenfeng's face, who was originally happy, suddenly sank, and felt a sense of pressure multiplied, and said, "How can the lower official be as good as Wang Shumi's ability to be as wise as Wu Wu? The lower official couldn't even swung his sword, so he was disappointed in his teachings."

Yuan Qingshan shook his head and replied, "There are people who can swing their swords everywhere, and there are very few people who can have gullies in their hearts. The Grand Master will not be wrong when he sees people, and I should be more responsible. Ouyang Gong is wise and good at planning, and Ouyang Prefect will not be bad."

When Ouyang Wenfeng heard Yuan Qingshan talking about his father, he nodded firmly: "Please teach Yuan Dashui."

Yuan Qingshan didn't say much anymore, but raised his hand to point to the distance and said slowly: "Prince Ouyang, look at the Wei Daying. First, talk about the method of setting up camps. The place where the camp is set up, and the three parties think about the terrain, and the easy defense is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Second, think about the water source, people eat and horses chew, water is essential. Third, fire prevention, the camp tent should be orderly and divided into large and small areas. It should be regular and free, avoid chaos, and avoid fire and continuous camps."

Ouyang Wenfeng understood it, but asked, "Mayor Yuan, looking at Shiwei Camp, these three aspects seem to be unreasonable? The terrain is flat, the water source is in the west, and the camp tent is chaotic. What is the reason?"

Yuan Qingshan smiled and said, "The people in Shiwei knew that I had no horses in Dahua, so they knew that we dare not go out of the city to fight. So they were confident."

Ouyang Wenfeng suddenly looked dark and replied, "Master, suddenly a plan was set up under the guilds. I would like to ask the Master to decide."

Yuan Qingshan hurriedly said when he heard this, "Tell me carefully."

Ouyang Wenfeng hurriedly continued: "Although there are not many horses in the city, there are many cattle. I remembered the Battle of Red Cliff. Let the cattle pull the frame, and the frame is filled with fire-burning objects. After igniting the frame, the cattle will run wildly when baked, and rush to the camp. The cattle will run wildly. The human power will be unstoppable. If the camp is in full fire, the Shiwei people will be defeated."

Yuan Qingshan stared at Ouyang Wenfeng for a few glances and said happily: "The Grand Master is indeed accurate in looking at people. This method is really feasible. Niu Duohan is not as spiritual as a horse. This plan is excellent. Although the Shiwei people will not really defeat and retreat, they can also put them in trouble."

Ouyang Wenfeng was a little puzzled: "Mayor Yuan, the camp was burned, how could the Wei people in Shi'an not be defeated and retreated far away?"

Yuan Qingshan replied: "There are no cavalry in the city, and even if the fire catches, it will not be possible to burn the entire camp in an instant. In a hurry, it is still time to fight the horses and leave the camp. Without the cavalry to cover up the killing, the fire really can't burn a few people."

Ouyang Wenfeng asked again: "Is it feasible to send troops to cover up the killing in the city while it is in chaos?"

Yuan Qingshan waved his hand: "It is not feasible. It is really unwise to fight against the infantry and the cavalry in the wilderness. Once the Wei people in Shi organized thousands of troops to rush straight to the stairs formation, we would be defeated."

Ouyang Wenfeng was a little discouraged and thought it was a plan to succeed in a battle, because most of the historical books were written like this. As long as the fire camp was successful, it would be a great victory in a battle. Unexpectedly, it was not the case at this time.

Yuan Qingshan saw Ouyang Wenfeng's discouraged look and said, "The Prefect Ouyang doesn't have to be discouraged. Although he cannot retreat into the enemy in one battle, it is enough to make Shi Wei difficult. If the camp is burned, the food and drink of Shi Wei people will immediately fall into trouble. If the Taishi really attacked Shi Wei's logistics tribe, the Shi Wei people will retreat not far away. This plan is excellent."

Ouyang Wenfeng became happy again when he heard this, and quickly bowed and said, "Then the official will go and gather all the cattle in the city."

"Okay, I'll prepare the fire-driven object and the frame." After Yuan Qingshan said, he turned around and went down the city without waiting.

In the Wei Camp outside Datong City, the atmosphere was solemn. In the central army's account, there were young military generals sitting in the middle.

Everyone's faces were low, and they seemed to be suppressing their anger in the depression.

A young military general stood up and said, "Bojilie, the soldiers are waiting here every day, when will they wait? Khan is not here, we should share the worries of Khan. The soldiers will all dare to die and attack the city!"

Yao Lanbulu, Shi Wei Boji, that is, the elder of Prime Minister Shi Wei. I don’t know how many times he heard this kind of call for battle, so I saw him slowly stand up, wave his hand, and said, “Wait a little longer, wait a little longer.”

Another general said, "Bo Jilie, how long will it take to wait? Our 12,000 warriors went to battle with the Khan, just to attack the city and capture the villages and return for military merits and profits. What's the point of waiting so hard?"

"When Khan comes back and Khan comes back, it is the time to fight. If Khan doesn't return, he will definitely not be able to attack the city, so as not to cause unnecessary losses." Yaoyan Blu refused to order the city to attack the city for many reasons. First, it is not enough manpower, and second, it is not known what the situation is between Tuoba and Shiwei. If he really wants to fight Tuoba, he will not be able to attack the city, and he must preserve his vitality.

A general stood up and paced back and forth in the middle of the tent, saying in a bad tone: "Bo Jilie, you kept saying that when will the Khan come back? If Khan comes back, we have already set up a banquet in Datong City, will it be better?"

The rebelliousness of the Wei people in the grassland room was undoubtedly revealed at this time. Yao Lane Bulu was obviously not their master, and their only master was the Great Khan of Mond.

Yao Jianbulu kept pressing his hands, signaling everyone to rest assured, and said again: "Wait for another five days, wait for another five days, and the Khan will come back."

Such words seemed not enough to appease the hearts of the Warriors of Wei in these rooms. Most of the twenty or thirty people present stood up. Five days were too long for them, because they had been waiting for more than half a month, and there was not much food and grass in the camp. Outside Datong City, there was no grassland, and the food for tens of thousands of horses was too short of food and food, and the grass in the nearby area was nibbled up.

It was when the crowd was infuriated that a soldier rushed in, knelt down and shouted: "Report to Bo Ji Lie, the gate of Datong City suddenly opened."

Everyone was stunned and thought they had heard it wrong.

Yao Jianblu stepped forward a few steps and asked hurriedly: "What? What did you say?"

"Bojilie, the gate of Datong City has been opened."

Yao Laneblu hurriedly crossed the man who was kneeling in front of him, walked a few steps outside the big tent, looked up at the distance, and the gate of Datong City was really opened.

Yao Lane Bulu was overjoyed and raised his hand and shouted: "Beat the drum and roar, get on the horse, get on the horse!!!"
Chapter completed!