The rising sun rises in the east.

By the river, Huanzhu left after having breakfast and continued on his way to the Great Shang Capital.

The encounters between people on the road are coincidences and fate. However, getting together is fate, and separation is the eternal theme.

By the river, Kong Qiu looked at the four girls of the Li family walking away, a complex look flashed across his old face.

This world has finally begun to develop in a direction that he cannot understand.

There are more and more things that he can't figure out.

He didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, but as long as there were changes, it might mean that there was still hope in this world.

"Confucian leader, do you want to continue on your way?"

By the river, Wen Xiuru prepared the carriage and asked.

"Um."

Confucius came to his senses, nodded, and immediately turned around and got into the carriage.

The three of them then left together and embarked on their journey around the world again.

On the vast land of the Central Plains, carriages rumbled past, heading south.

At the same time, on a battlefield that had been burned by war, a young novice monk in white Buddhist robes and his twelve followers tried their best to treat the survivors on the battlefield, day and night, and never gave up.

The strength of the thirteen people seemed so meager on the land of the Central Plains burned by the flames of war. However, Sanzang, with his original intention of compassion, would save one if he could.

In front of a wounded man, Sanzang pressed his palm on his wound, and the Buddha's essence surged to suppress his injury.

Perhaps due to the intense consumption for several days, the Buddhist energy in Sanzang's body was almost exhausted. After a while, the demonic energy all over his body surged out uncontrollably. A black air flow surged between his eyebrows. The little novice monk who was still a childish man suddenly became like a child.

As scary as a demon.

In front, the wounded who were being treated opened their eyes. At first glance, they saw the terrifying scene in front of them, and then they were so frightened that they hurriedly crawled back.

"Amitabha."

Sanzang realized that his appearance might have frightened the people in front of him, so he stood up, chanted the Buddha's name softly, and said, "Sweitu, come and save him."

"Yes, Buddha."

A young man took the order, stepped forward, channeled his true energy, and continued to heal the wounded in front of him.

On the battlefield, Sanzang stood among the corpses and firelight. Looking into the distance, he saw a surging black demonic aura, just like the arrival of a demon, which made people shudder.

In the distance, another injured person who was rescued saw the terrifying figure in front of him. He was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split apart, and he screamed in horror.

"Amitabha."

Seeing this, Sanzang sighed softly in his heart, waved the Buddha beads in his hand, clasped his hands together, and the demon energy in his body went backwards, forcibly transforming into Buddha essence, suppressing the image of the demon Buddha.

The next moment, golden light reappeared around Sanzang, slowly suppressing his demonic aura and returning to his compassionate appearance.

I don’t know if it’s sad or ironic, but those who save people still need to be kind and kind to be qualified to save people. Once the appearance is not accepted by the world, then it seems that whether it is good or evil in the heart, it will be defined as evil.

Just when Confucianism was heading south, Sanzang went to the battlefield in person to treat the wounded.

In front of the army on Mobei West Road, after a night's rest, Dantai Jingyue mounted his horse and led the army to continue the campaign.

"Goddess, the spies reported that King Commoner's Rakshasa army is two hundred miles away to the west."

From behind, Lord Bai Di rode up and suggested, "Do you want to touch it?"

"Two hundred miles?"

Hearing this, Tantai Jingyue thought for a moment, shook his head, and replied, "No need, now is not the time."

After saying that, Tantai Jingyue didn't say anything more, reined up his horse and hurried out of the camp.

Soon, the army set off, and the mighty cavalry continued southward, unswervingly carrying out large detour tactics according to the plan.

Tantai Jingyue's purpose is very clear, to do everything possible to attack the vitality of Dashang, so that the balance of this war will completely tip to the Mobei Eight Divisions.

In this era where there are not enough war examples to refer to, Tantai Jingyue's large detour tactic is undoubtedly a very risky strategy, because no one has ever used this method before.

Perhaps, there are only two people in this world who truly believe that this tactic can be successful, one is Tantai Jingyue himself, and the other is Li Ziye.

Li Ziye, who has lived in two generations, knows better than anyone else that the grand detour tactic is definitely a feasible and effective method of war. Every time it occurs, it is almost a major moment of dynasty change.

In this war between the Central Plains and Mobei, once Tantai Jingyue's great detour strategy succeeds, it means that the fate of the Central Plains Dynasty will also come to an end.

In an era without enough reference examples, daring to use such bold tactics was the real reason why Li Ziye was afraid of Tantai Jingyue.

It is always more difficult to create than to imitate.

The reason why Li Ziye came to the front line in person was to prevent the Mobei army from completely penetrating Dashang's defense line.

In the Rakshasa Army camp, Li Ziye looked at the tens of thousands of war horses in the camp, and his expression condensed.

There is no doubt that the number of cavalry in the Rakshasa Army has reached its peak. This time, the imperial court finally realized the crisis and took out all the horses in one go.

In a plains war, unless the infantry is in a square formation and fully prepared, it is impossible to defeat the Mobei cavalry, which is highly mobile and can ride and shoot well.

However, on the battlefield, the situation was changing rapidly, so how could the enemy give them a chance to be fully prepared?

"Your Majesty."

At this time, Lieutenant General Luo Xiao walked over quickly, bowed respectfully, and said, "The spies have come to report that the West Route Army in Mobei is two hundred miles east of us. Your Majesty, do we want to go and stop them?"

"Two hundred miles?"

Hearing this, Li Ziye narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "This is not close, and it is not within the charge range of the cavalry. Tantai Jingyue should not fight us, but if we want to pursue him, we will certainly not be able to pursue him in a short distance march."

Unless we encounter them by chance, we will not be able to fight a decisive battle with the Mobei West Road army for the time being."

Having said this, Li Ziye looked to the south and said coldly, "They are going south to fight, so let's go south too. For a short-distance march, we are not as good as the Mobei cavalry, but for a long-distance march, our infantry is definitely better than theirs."

The cavalry is fast. Since we can't fight for the time being, we will go around in front of them and give Tantai Jingyue a surprise."

This war is not just about tactics and strategy, but also about attrition. It all depends on who can outlast whom in the end.

The Mobei Iron Cavalry went deep into the country alone, and the only way to supply supplies was to fight and grab wherever they could. Once trapped, there was only one way to die.

On the contrary, Dashang's army fought locally and had more supply lines.

It seems that in this collision between nomadic civilization and agricultural civilization, Dashang had many advantages in terms of logistical supplies.

This is not the case.

The people of Mobei have been nomadic for a long time and have long been accustomed to the hard life of hunting. This kind of life of hunting and grabbing wherever they go is not unfamiliar to the soldiers of Mobei. Therefore, the eight tribes of Mobei have requirements for supplies.

Much lower than the Central Plains Dynasty.

This is not to say that the officers and soldiers of the Great Shang Dynasty cannot endure hardships, but that different civilizations naturally have different habits. In the war of agricultural civilization, pots and pans always go first, and the baggage troops far exceed the combat troops. This habit cannot be changed in a day or two.

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