The Chu army array was nonlinear, and the gap between the spear array made Ruo Ao Du Xing think of the infantry's idea of ​​moving in a diagonal manner - since the cannon array is trapped by the horse corpse and cannot move, the spear array can always move, right? The spear array is slanted and let go of the gun mouth. Not to mention curved shooting, direct shooting is not impossible. If the cannon array can be shot directly, what if the Qin army array is thick?

Although the picture is ugly and the deduction is inferior, the idea of ​​moving the spear formation without moving the cannon array was something that the shogunate strategist and Sima here had never thought of. Everyone subconsciously thought that the infantry could only move forward and retreat, but never thought of giving in the infantry to go on a diagonal line before the fight.

Once you understand the meaning of the spear formation, the shogunate became lively. However, how to fight the cannon formation again cannot be solved by just one slanting line. If the spear formation is slanting, what should you do if the three heavy cavalry wedge formations arranged between the spear formations? If the spear formation is slanting and fights with infantrymen in the Qin army, what if some Qin soldiers suddenly rush forward to the cannon formation?

Xiong Jing was a little happy to see the lively shogunate. This was the situation he hoped to see. The Chu army's tactics have been improving. It is precisely through technological and tactical progress that the Chu army can continue to defeat the Qin army. Brave is indeed the basis of victory, but no matter how brave a person is, he will be powerless in the face of artillery. While he is happy, he suddenly thought of this question: If there is no artillery, no giant armor, and no giant spear, how much courage is there in the Chu army?

Just as he seemed brave to everyone, but if he took off the nickel on his body, there was no dragon horse, and only the fourteen-year-old horse was dissatisfied, how much courage would he have left?

A ridiculous question, he didn't know why he thought of such a ridiculous question. But since he had already thought about it, a passage from Yin Huang Xie twelve years ago couldn't help but ring in his mind: "...If the king made Prince Jing the eldest son and took it as his own, all the people valued weapons but not respected etiquette, the whole country respected arts but not morality, and the three armies valued skill but not courage, and the country would be destroyed..."

Xiong Jing was a little stunned until he was awakened by the shouts outside the tent. "Snow is! Snow is..."

Someone outside the tent shouted that the generals in the tent did not react at first. When they reacted, they couldn't help but say something and ran out of the shogunate. The snow was deep and the snow was not enough, and some short people had no snow to their thighs. It was dawn, and the sun seemed to be painted in the sky, without any heat. The wind stopped at this time, and the military flags in the military camp were hanging low, but they were still bit cold.

"How many degrees?" Xiong Jing, who felt the cold, asked back as he looked at the weather consultant who came out.

"Reported to Da Ao, minus sixteen." Wu Si spit out a scary number.

Zhuang Wudi knew what minus 16 degrees Celsius meant. He said: "No snowboard is needed. If it is cold tonight, the snow can be frozen and you can fight tomorrow."

The warmth of the shogunate, Zhuang Wudi's words to fight tomorrow made Xiong Jing instantly think that he was facing more than 400,000 Qin troops, and the leader was the cunning and brave veteran Wang Jian. His heart was quickly and cold, and his face became cold. The shogunate discussed so many days and improved many tactical details. Could it be really possible to win? Is victory relying on exquisite tactics and superb skills, or extraordinary courage? Or is it not, the gods have decided all this?

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"The general has his own destiny, draw one for every troupe! The general has his own destiny, draw one for every troupe! The general has his own destiny..."

The cry of military officials came from the Shahai camp where the snow was opened. This was the tent where 60,000 defeated soldiers lived. According to Qin rules, these undead people should be punished as ministers; and, with the military orders issued by Wang Jian before, they should be executed, but today they are facing a five-drawn one.

The feather flags representing the general stood on the snow, and the golden axe with the power of life and death granted by Zhao Zheng were raised by a tall armored soldier. Wang Jian stood under the feather flag, and the guard Fusu also stood under the feather flag. Zhao Yong, Qiang Sheng, Wu Fen, Bai Lin, and all the commanders and lieutenants in the army... were all standing under the feather flag.

A group of commanders wearing double-rolled tailed horn crowns and thin-leaf armored armored clothes were brought out from the black curtain by soldiers. The cold and distress of several days made these commanders lose their former appearance. The axe and halberd were held high and not falling down is more shocking than the axe and halberd falling down. Perhaps it was because the days were too tormented. The commander Yang Xi bowed to Wang Jian and Fusu, and said, "The General and the Chief Prince Mingjian, when we retreated, the Jing people had already broken the army formation, and we did not flee without fighting."

Someone starts, and some will take him back. Someone will immediately follow Yang Xi to worship, "The General, the eldest son, Mingjian, the military formation was broken, the sky was dusk, and our soldiers could no longer distinguish between the north and the south and jumped into the gap. We saw this..."

"General, eldest son..." Someone knelt down and cried loudly, then paused his head, his face and head full of snow. "Damn it! Damn it. Damn it. Damn it, he treats sin, and only wants to die on the battlefield..."

The pleading, howling, and panic-daring, the captain who used to be swaying seemed to have become a different person. Wang Jian squinted his eyes. He neither answered nor scolded him. When all the captains and lieutenants arrived, he coughed and signaled to the military commander beside him.

"I should have been thrown away when I fled at the battle and left the market. However, the eldest son Ren," Jun said here and bowed to the silent Fusu. The guilty captains immediately looked at Fusu, thinking that they had a chance. "I don't want more than 60,000 people to die, so I used the method of five to draw one, four people could live, and one person would die."

When everyone heard this, they understood why the military officers shouted "All five draws one". Looking around, there were seven commanders and thirteen commanders, which happened to be four troops. In other words, four of them would die in their twenty. In a sceptical manner, several soldiers had divided the men into four troops. A minor official stepped forward, holding five bamboo-made six-bang chess chopsticks in his hand, and asked each person to pull out one.

Four people can live, and one person is dead. Some people are anxious to pull chopsticks, and some are afraid to pull chopsticks, but no matter whether they are quick and slow, they always have to pull out one of them. After everyone has finished pulling, Jun Zheng shouted: "The elder chopsticks are born, and the short chopsticks are dead!"

Bozhu was the same length, with numbers engraved on it. Some commanders who drew fewer numbers were trembling. Unexpectedly, it was not the numbers on Bozhu, but its length. Four people who drew medium and short chopsticks were carried away by the armored soldiers and were slapped towards the golden axe raised high. Yang Xi was one of the four. He was carried out by the armored soldiers and then he reacted in a hurry and shouted in a hurry: "God of General! God of General..." When the armored soldiers were pressed on the snow, they knew that they would die without a doubt, and they shouted with resentment: "Wang Jian is a man! I, Yang, will repay..."

"Chunting--!" The military officer next to the axe shouted loudly. The raised axe suddenly slashed down, and Yang Xi's head pressed on the snow flew out, and blood spurted all over the ground.

Xin Xian, who was holding a long chopstick in his hand, was cold all over. Seeing Yang Xi's head flying several feet out, the blood in his neck spurted the white snow red, and he almost fainted. He was not afraid of death, but it was already dusk at that time, and the military formation was broken by the Chu army. In a panic, the general set out to fight to the last man's military order was thrown behind his head, and then he ran away with everyone.

"Your Majesty, please know..." Xin Xian was stunned. After the last man was killed by the axe, Wang Jian spoke. "The battle with the people of Jing is the battle of life and death of my Daqin. If you don't obey the military order, I will kill him! Fortunately, you are not dead, but you are still waiting for the crime. If you fight again, if you escape, all your clans will die!"

"General Bai!" Wang Jian shouted. The person who was fortunately not dead trembled, and the innocent person next to him was also trembling.

"Bai Lin is here." Bai Lin's answer was obviously one step slower.

"Your troops are less than 100,000, so it is easy to choose three lieutenants to fill it up." Wang Jian said. "This is Xin Duwei, Lu Duwei, Wang Duwei..."

"The last general has seen General Bai." Wang Jian shouted, "The commander," and the commander was shocked. They hurriedly bowed to Bai Lin. At this time, the sound of execution came again. These were other commanders. Qu Hou was pulling chopsticks. The person who pulled the chopsticks the shortest chopsticks was immediately taken out and beheaded.

Bai Lin also saw the constant lieutenants. Qu Hou rode out to behead him, and the white snow quickly turned scarlet and scarlet. But he paid more attention to the expressions on the faces of the three commanders. Each "kill" made the flesh on the three of them twitch.

Bai Lin watched them twitch, and he wanted to twitch too. He wanted to restrain this twitch, but the more he restrained he thought, he had to stroke his face with his hands and smiled, "You don't have to be too polite for three."

Killing one for every five is a decision Fusu forced Wang Jian to make according to the advice of the Taifu Bai Di. Wang Jian's original intention was to kill all the 60,000 defeated soldiers from the commander to the infantry before the war started, and he did not agree with such five. However, seeing that these undead people looked completely dull, they were not only obeying the orders, but also with some pleasingness, and they couldn't help but feel relieved.

More than 60,000 people would kill more than 10,000 people. Since Wang Jian took charge of the Shahai Camp, he has never killed so many people at once. Xue Ting started to kill soon and continued until the night. Some fearful soldiers were worried about pulling the chopsticks and escaped at night, but more people did not dare to escape. They could only pray that God would not let themselves draw the short chopsticks. When people were constantly killing outside the tent, Wang Jian gathered again. Liu Chi was not there and did not let other strategists take over. He directly arranged the arrangement for tomorrow's battle.

"I took General Bai as the front army and led 100,000 troops as the leader. The soldiers in the first formation must follow General Feng's cavalry and run. The Jing people's witchcraft is terrifying. If they do not run forward quickly, they will attack my array with witchcraft. Therefore, the soldiers in the first formation have 10,000 armor, and the rest are leather armor, but they do not have huge armor." Wang Jian looked at Bai Lin a little further away and said.

If Bai Lin had been asking for a giant armor in the past, he would have at least 10,000 sets of giant armors from Baren. However, after witnessing the killing, he didn't care whether the giant armor was a giant armor. This was a decisive battle, and he would not survive if the entire army was defeated. He took the feathered edict and agreed loudly: "I will accept the order!"

"I use General Qiang and Suo as the second formation and lead 100,000 troops." Wang Jian looked at the right general Qiang and Suo. "It is like the first formation, with 10,000 armor, and the rest are leather armor."

"I will accept the order!" Qiang Xu didn't care about his second formation. He also took the feathered edict and shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!