The Qin army was defeated as expected, but the defeated soldiers unexpectedly jumped into the gulf. After the afterglow disappeared, the moonlight did not arrive. At first, Xiong Jing could still see the Qin soldiers rushing into the gulf. In the end, all the Qin soldiers were unable to see them. There were only Qin soldiers wailing like wolfs in the north wind.

"Get out!" Xiong Jing whispered, and he ordered the entire army to withdraw without joy. Although the Chu army won as expected, the soldiers burned by the turbulent oil bombs were probably more than the soldiers killed and injured in the Battle of Shashui. In addition to the Qin army, the Qin army was not threatening to the Chu army except for the catapults behind the formation. He saw that this was a group of weak soldiers abandoned by Wang Jian. He had no joy in defeating a group of weak soldiers.

The sky was so dark that even the people around him could not see clearly. Zhuang Wudi stood beside him, and he understood Xiong Jing's mood. The elite of the Qin army might have been really wiped out, otherwise Wang Jian shouldn't have sent these soldiers to fight. Besides, there was armor. The Qin army had seized Zhao State before, and Qi State's armor seemed to have been consumed. This time, the Qin army could not see a huge armor on its body.

"Da Ao has a decree: to withdraw his troops!" The army's Sima did not object, and the military officers quickly shouted. The selves, the drum people did not know where the people were, but they could hear the order. The selves quickly rang. In fact, before the selves of the divisions basically stopped attacking. Because the cavalry was chasing the Qin soldiers, they could not see people in the dark, and could only hear the sound of horse hooves.

Such darkness makes people uncomfortable. Xiong Jing looked up at the sky. It was pitch black and he couldn't see the moon and stars. He didn't see anything but said something, but something floated down from the sky and fell on his face. He touched it with his hand and it turned out to be snow.

"It will snow at this time?" He touched the snowflakes in his hand, which were warmed by his body temperature, and a chill was revealed.

"Snow?" Zhuang Wudi grabbed a handful of firewood in the air when he heard this. At this time, a firewood tower was lit next to the floating bridge. This was the torch prepared for night battles and camping. Not one, there were thirteen or four. Because the Qin army's defeated soldiers fled inexplicably towards the direction of the Gangkok, they were ignited one by one at this time. The firelight made people warm, and the Chu people were also a person who loved fire. Looking at the battlefield where they were fighting just now, Xiong Jing suddenly felt a sense of joy in his heart. Wang Ben was defeated and defeated Wang Jian again tomorrow. The war in the world was at least large-scale war was about to end.

"Da Ao, it will snow tonight, I'm afraid tomorrow..." Zhuang Wudi looked at the snowflakes in his hand. They were goose feather-like snowflakes, not snowflakes.

"Tomorrow?" Xue was still in his hand, and when Zhuang Wudi reminded Xiong Jing, he thought that if the snow fell from tonight, it would definitely be full of snow tomorrow. If the snow on the ground was not frozen the next day and the snow was not deep enough, then what else would you fight?!

"Where is the old man?" Xiong Jing was a little anxious. He wanted to fight again tomorrow and completely defeat Wang Jian's remaining 300,000 Qin troops. He did not want to fight tomorrow because of snow.

The logistics soldiers were busy for an hour, and the shogunate curtain was finally set up on the north bank of the gulf. While the soil was not frozen, all the soldiers in the army were able to move and dig trenches to camp. The strategists were also very busy, but the astronomical strategists were not busy at all. How was the weather not busy? The day before yesterday, yesterday, during the day, according to experience, the strategists could roughly judge the weather in the next few days.

"The heavy snow will last for several days, and there will be no fight for several days." The old man was covered with long hair and beards, and the lights in the tent were not bright, so that Xiong Jing could not see his face clearly. "If you want to fight again, it should be after the sky is clear."

It was a few days and the sky was clear again. Xiong Jing turned his head to look at his weather consultant - a young witch trained by an aviation school. The witch immediately bowed: "Reported to Da Ao, the mercury is 774."

The normal atmospheric pressure is 760 mm Hg, that is, 1,013 mm bar. The typhoon passes through the border, and the cold front invades the south is high pressure. The high pressure of 774 mm is a bit incredible because it is too high. The young Wu Shi saw Xiong Jing's surprise, and he was also a little surprised. This was several millimeters higher than the heavy snowfall in Ying at that time.

"This has not been seen in several years." He finally added that it has only been a few years since Chu collected meteorological information.

"Food, coal and firewood, curtains, stables, cold-proof clothes and quilts, how about this?" Xiong Jing suddenly stood up. The ground was high pressure of 774, how much would it be in the air? This is no longer an ordinary cold wave. The next heavy snow, it is probably going to be a blizzard.

"The food, fodder, coal, firewood, tents, and stables are all safe, and the clothes and quilts that protect against cold..." The north bank of Honggou is only more than seventy miles away from the seal. The autumn food, fodder and supplies, and the winter curtains, quilts, and quilts, have been transported to the seal. When they set out, they brought all these things, after all, the Chu army fought a frozen battle.

"How about the clothes and quilts?" Xiong Jing stared at Zhuang Wudi, thinking that he had delayed it.

"Yesterday, the Qin people killed me and took my horse, and my clothes and quilts would not be transported to you tomorrow." Zhuang Wudi was glared by Xiong Jing, and sweat broke out on his back.

"It will be shipped tonight!" Xiong Jing shouted loudly, a little dissatisfied.

"The army Sima will indeed arrive tonight, and it will definitely not be enough tomorrow." The old man did not understand what 774 mercury was, but it did not affect his understanding of this as another kind of witchcraft that predicts the weather - this is Da Ao's witchcraft. Both witchcrafts believed that the weather was about to be cold, so naturally he had to transport the cold-proof clothes and quilts earlier.

"Come!" Zhuang Wudi, who was sweating in the vest, dared not hold him back, and hurried out of the inner tent and urged him to transport his clothes and quilts.

"When will there be a sunny day?" Xiong Jing asked the old man again. He had to consider a lot of things if he had to deal with the war. If some things were not handled properly, they might also affect the direction of the war.

"The so-called 'three days are cold and four days are warm', at least three to four days, and at most six to seven days." The old man replied.

The shogunate set up a tent, and the generals of each division led the soldiers under his command and entered the temple one by one. Peng Zong, Zhou Houruo and others were about to report the number of casualties in their division, but Xiong Jing waved his hand to let them sit down and said, "It will snow heavily for a few days tomorrow and the next, so we can't fight."

"Can't fight?" There were many soldiers burned by turbulent bombs in this battle. Even so, the generals hoped that they could fight to determine the world. Unexpectedly, Xiong Jing's first sentence was that they could not fight tomorrow.

"Of course." Xiong Jing knew what the generals were thinking, and he also hated this kind of weather. "It was snowing at this time."

"Wang Jian will escape tonight!" Xiang Liang was worried about the casualties of Xiang's soldiers. Hearing that the weather was strange, he immediately thought that Wang Jian would escape.

"It's so cold and suddenly cold, if you escape tonight..." The old man was not worried about the Qin army's escape at night.

"What if I escape tomorrow?" Xiang Liang did not experience the snowy night pursuit that year, and did not know that the road that had just finished snowing could not be walked.

"So good." Zhuang Wu said. "I have a sled, but no Qin people. If you pursue the Qin people with a sled, the Qin people will be defeated."

"Our army food and fodder..." Dongye Gu didn't want to pursue such a far distance, he was just worried about camping for food and fodder here.

"Our army rations, coal and firewood, tents, stables, and cold-proof clothes and quilts are all safe." Zhuang Wudi looked at Xiong Jing before answering. He had just arranged the transportation of clothes and quilts, and Mu Ze would transport clothes and quilts in the middle of the night. Cold-proof clothes and quilts are not just clothes and bed clothes, but also hand clothes, foot clothes, cotton hats, and cold-proof grease.

"Good!" Higashino Gu praised, and Zhuang Wudi lowered his head in shame.

"In this battle, our army has many wounded soldiers, and more than hundreds of people." When the generals were relieved, Hou Ruo, Zhou, sighed in a muffled voice. The Huainan Division and Xiang Division were located in the center of the array, and the opposite catapult was the most dense.

"There are many wounded soldiers in our army, and more than 2,000 people were burned by Xiang's army." Xiang Liang also complained. "There are not many dead."

The sulphur bombs are mainly splashing tinder oil. The comrade next to him can save the fire by grabbing the ice and snow on the ground or using his own kettle. Even if he is unlucky, the comrade next to him can hold it down to help remove the giant armor. The sulphur bombs of the Qin people do not use the coal tar of the Chu army, but a kind of mixed oil of animal and plant oil, which is much lower than that of the Chu army. However, the burns are also a headache, which means serious reduction in personnel.

"How many casualties are the entire army?" Xiong Jing asked.

"The soldiers have not yet completed their camp, but they still don't know." Zhuang Wudi said. "There are more than 10,000 injured people and more than 1,000 dead."

"The knights were killed more than a thousand times and injured more than two thousand." Gui Jing bowed, and the number of cavalry was more than a thousand times that Zhuang Wudi said.

"How many cavalry can you fight?" Xiong Jing asked. Without adding any additional information, the number of cavalry in the Chu army was getting fewer and fewer. The result was that more and more small cavalry teams of the Qin army appeared behind the Chu army formation. Xiong Jing felt that this was his own responsibility, because the first and second cavalry divisions of the Ying army did not participate in the war, and there were less than 10,000 knights participating in this battle.

"More than nine thousand riders." Gui Jing said a number. This is also an inaccurate rough estimate, because there are still some chasing knights that have not returned, and each jockey cannot count an accurate number for the time being.

"We can't fight in one go, and fight with the victory..." E Cao was worried that there would be variables when the war was postponed.

"In this battle, the Qin people did not have a huge armor." Zhuang Wudi was not worried about the decisive battle with the Qin army. "The shogunate thought that the Qin people attacked Daliang and divided their troops to defend the Great Grotto..." His voice increased eighth, and he looked at everyone present, and his eyes finally fell on Xiong Jing, "All of them were huge armor!"

Why did the Qin people attack Daliang? Why did they divide their troops on the north bank of Honggu? These are all puzzled questions. Before Zhuang Wudi asked these two questions, everyone, including Xiong Jing, looked at him. The wind and snow outside the tent became more and more intense, and the whistling north wind swayed. When Zhuang Wudi said the answer, everyone was shocked.

"All of them are giant armors?" Xiong Jing slapped the table with his palm and made a loud noise. He had already felt something was wrong. It turned out that this was wrong.

"Yes." Zhuang Wudi went out for a while, and when he came back, he not only brought back this judgment, but also brought back the spear of the Qin army's chief spear. "Da Ao, please see, this is the chief spear of the Qin people, this is the barbarian spear of our army..."
Chapter completed!