While the two were talking, the stairs of "dong-dong-dong-dong" sounded, and Gao Bolong pushed open the door and walked in. The three of them greeted him, and Wang Xuansu smiled and said, "It's just right, General Zhao will indicate the truth of the enemy camp." As he said that, he handed over the Qianlijing in his hand. Gao Bolong smiled and said, "General Zhao has already pointed it." But he took the Qianlijing and observed it carefully in the north.

Although Nanshan City is easy to defend and difficult to attack, the narrow isthmus also restricts the counterattack of the Han army against the Liao army. The terrain here is similar to the "pattern" mentioned in the art of war. The Liao army only needs to guard a section of the front facing the isthmus to seal the passage of the Han army into the inland. Therefore, Zhao Xingde firmly opposed the establishment of the Han army's general's mansion here. Because of this, the entire Liao army camp, except for the camp facing the direction of Nanshan City, was very sparse and not strictly prevented. After the fall of Liaoyang, it was even more difficult.

That's right. The fences between the camps are sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes not. There are stables everywhere. There are even a large open space on the north side of the camp, waiting for the 90,000 reinforcements led by Xiao Tachi. There is only a short wooden fence between the open space and the camp, and it is close to the place where the supplies and food are piled up. Almost every few days, a brigade of carriages carrying grain will enter the Liao army camp through here. Every time Zhao Xingde looked over with a thousand-mile mirror, he could almost see the defenders huddled their necks and leaning on their spears to beat Ha.

The Han army was preparing to cut in from here, rushing deep into the camp along the gap between the Liao army camps, dispersing the horses along the way, igniting the food and supplies accumulated in the Liao army camps, and before the Liao army reacted, they passed through the camp, and then returned to the south of Suzhou Guannan from the ice road to the east. At that time, Li Sihai's gun ships opened fire for them to cut off their rear. For the Liao army, the sea ice area must be wide enough to drive the Han army's gun ships away to pass with confidence, and the Han army did not have this problem, which determined that the Han army could use this path in the early stages when the sea water freezes.

During this period, not only did the Liao army check the thickness of the ice every day, but the Han army in Nanshan City were the same. In the eyes of the Liao army, this was just the Han army guarding the Liao army's coastal ice attack. Zhao Xingde also sent a deployment to dig the ice surface near Nanshan City every day. However, the weather suddenly became cold these days, and it was chiseled the day before, and it was frozen the next day. Fortunately, chiseling ice was just a confusing act, otherwise the Han army guarding the city would suffer.

Gao Bolong carefully checked the situation of the Liao army camp and was sure that there was no change from yesterday, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Zhao Xingde had to collect the enemy's situation in every battle and repeatedly ponder the reality. This habit of "overly cautious" unknowingly affected many Han generals. If it were in the past, Gao Bolong would say goodbye after observing the enemy's situation, and stayed today, and seemed to have no words to talk about the details of combat and defense cooperation.

Zhao Xingde and Wang Xuansu felt a little different, and Gao Bolong himself became more and more uncomfortable, and finally said, "General Zhao, I have a reluctant request, please agree." When he said this, his old face turned red.

"Oh?" Zhao Xingde said, "General Gao has something to say. If Zhao can do it, he will do his best." He smiled and looked at Gao Bolong, guessing in his heart that the artillery in Nanshan City was probably going to be fired to cover it. The Liao army's camp was outside the range of the cannon at the top of the city, but most of the Han army's field artillery was lost under the city Liaoyang City. They wanted to move the iron barrel cannons to bombard the Liao army's camp. Once the Liao army counterattacked, these extremely heavy guys had no time to retreat. Nanshan City had to withstand the attack of the Liao army for another three months, relying on the power of the artillery. These artillery must not be lost.

"It's not a big deal," Gao Bolong smiled, "Yalu River Juzhen also discussed with me that this time, this sneak attack on the enemy camp, I want to borrow the banner of General Zhao." He explained, "The Liao army cannot attack the city and repeatedly lose troops. Although he doesn't say it, the upper and lower levels are afraid of General Zhao. General Zhao has shown kindness, so many Liao generals are unwilling to fight against General Zhao in private, and even if they meet, they will not fight to the death. But if they attack other Han army or Juzhen's banner, the situation will be different. You can take the lead by hitting General Zhao's banner," Gao Bolong paused, a little embarrassed, "I'm afraid I will lose the general's majesty."

Zhao Xingde was stunned and nodded, "General Gao will just pick these things later. I can take away any banners in Nanshan City." Gao Bolong said happily and left, but Zhao Xingde felt a little panic in his heart.

"Intimidate the enemy's courage, lean on the city? Do I have this ability? It should be General Zhang Shanfu, Captain Duan Huaixian, or someone like Li Sihai, Han Ningshuang, and Chen Shaoyang?" At this moment, he felt the heavy burden on his shoulders, took a deep breath of cold air, and suppressed the panic.

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The sky was covered with thick dark clouds, and the stars and moon were lit. Before dawn, it was the darkest time. The cold wind blew, and thick shore ice was piled up everywhere on the shore of the Liaohai Sea. Two thick ropes extended from the shore to the distance and disappeared into the darkness. This was the path the scouts explored for the army. In the most dangerous area, as long as they walked between the two thick ropes, they would step on the surface of the ice and fall into the ice hole. Standing behind a reef, Gao Bolong looked back and saw only a few feet away. The large group of people was still struggling on the ice surface with difficulty. More than 10,000 cavalry, soldiers, and horse hooves were wrapped in cloth. The north wind was mixed with fine particles, and it blew on his face like a steel knife shaving on his face. The sound of the wind roared like a ghost crying and howling, completely concealing the sound of the movement of the large group of people.

On the shore several miles away, the lights hanging high above the Liao army were very eye-catching. But except for the whistling of the north wind, no other sound could be heard. In the night, more than 10,000 cavalrymen who attacked the Liao camp gathered in front of a forest. That night, from Guannan, Suzhou and marched on the ice for more than half an hour. Many people's faces were frozen blue and purple, their fingers were frozen, and white frost flowers were condensed in their mouths and noses. In the whistling north wind, the cavalry leaned tightly against their war horses to keep warm.

"Great general,... General," the teeth of the personal soldiers whirled, "Big, big, big... big... army is all together, can we attack?" He said, looking at the woods in front. After dozens of days of fierce battle, this area of ​​birds and beasts with a radius of hundreds of miles were almost extinct, and people were the king of all beasts. Only countless crows gathered, pecking at the corpses during the day, and landing on the treetops near the Liao army camp at night.

"Bit a bite, chew it and swallow it," Gao Bolong took out an old ginseng from his arms and handed it to his personal soldiers. Then, he chewed the remaining half himself. "This cold weather," Gao Bolong whispered, "Prepare to attack, inform Wanyan not to lose, and the Jurchen cavalry followed us."

The personal soldiers nodded vigorously, and led the war horse away with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The ice surface was extremely slippery, and the Han army kept falling and falling along the way. If it weren't for the tying of the zither and no one made a sound, they would have shocked the Liao army long ago. On the contrary, the Jurchens often chiseled ice to catch fish in winter, and were much more adaptable to marching on the ice.

Through the darkness, he met more than a dozen people. After being greeted by the Jurchens in Chinese, Gao Bolong's personal soldiers finally found Wanyan Cibulu. His face became much older, and his eyebrows and beard were covered with frost. After listening to the personal soldiers' notice with an expressionless face, he said in a deep voice: "Tell General Gao, we know."

After Gao Bolong's personal soldiers left, he also asked in his forehead: "The first erotic, can the Han people really believe it? There are 100,000 Liao soldiers in front of him." The Jurchen generals were not ordered immediately. Someone complained: "Liaogou is still burning, killing and looting near the tribe, why do you have to travel thousands of miles to help the Han people fight?"

"In order to make the tribe survive!" Wanyan Cibushi frowned. He had explained countless times, but it was always difficult for the Jurchen generals to understand. If you want to defend the tribe, fight with the Liaogou. If you can't defeat it, you can hide in the mountains. Why do you need to listen to the Han people, travel across the ocean on the Han people's ships, and fight with the 100,000 Liao troops. Although the people who stayed under Wanyan Cibushi now are his confidants for many years, there are always people who can't understand this truth.

"A large group of evil wolves are circling around the sheep pen, fighting with these wild wolves in front of them, or are they going to the back of them to shoot arrows?" Wanyan Cibushi said in a deep voice. He waved his hand as if he was back when the Jin army swept across Liaodong. "If they hurt them here and burned the food and grass, the Liao dogs who attacked the tribes in the north will not stay long." Wanyan Cibushi frowned, "I really want to escape, the wild beasts and wild fruits in the mountains, how can they raise so many people?"

"But," said my forehead, "Aren't the Han people running away? They are fleeing north with their women and children. We can also migrate to the north where Liao dogs cannot attack. There seems to be Jurchens there."

"Escape northward, and wherever you escape, Liao dogs can catch up," Wanyan Ci sighed, "The livestock lose weight, die, and wild animals and wild fruits are not enough. The local tribe will not allow outsiders to grab territory. It takes several months to farm to harvest. The Han people have sea boats to transport food for them. Do we have it? Can you watch your tribe members freeze and starve to death?" He coughed a few times and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm before stopping.

The Jurchen generals looked at each other and were silent for a while before someone whispered: "No!"
Chapter completed!