Wan Nanshan is not dead, and neither is Jiang Chong.

More than a dozen people who had escaped from death in Hushan were kneeling outside coach Yang Guozhong's tent - a place where they usually didn't dare to take another look.

The officer in front of the tent yelled angrily: "Look at how different you are from each other. Mr. Yang doesn't want to see you, so go back."

"You look just like me." A voice that was neither yin nor yang came out.

The people under Yang Guozhong are all the same as Yang Guozhong. They don't fight well, but they dress themselves up neatly and decently.

The officer became even angrier, "Whoever speaks, please stand up for me."

"Me!" Li Jiuzhou walked over.

The officer bowed and said, "I'm sorry General Li, I didn't know it was you."

Li Jiuzhou stared blankly at the dozen or so people kneeling on the ground. He knew what they were doing without even thinking.

Not much has changed in Wan Nanshan. The only thing that has changed is that the beard on his face is gone.

Jiang Chong and several soldiers have changed the most, almost to the point of being unrecognizable.

The officer's previous scolding of the people was not an exaggeration at all, they were just a bunch of hairless ghosts.

There was no hair, no beard, and no eyebrows, and the burn scars on his face were nakedly exposed.

"You all go back, I'll talk to Mr. Yang." Li Jiuzhou looked very sad. He helped everyone up one by one, turned around and walked into Yang Guozhong's tent.

More than ten people did not leave. They stood in the corner of the open space with disgraced faces, looking miserable and miserable, being watched by a few recruits.

"General Li, why did you come here without announcing it?" Yang Guozhong was still blaming him for breaking in without announcing it.

Li Jiuzhou knelt down and said, "Please allow Mr. Yang to bury the dead soldiers in Hushan generously and pay them resettlement allowance."

Yang Guozhong helped him up, "That's right, but the war is not over yet, and military pay is in short supply."

Li Jiuzhou remained silent and did not even look at Yang Guozhong.

There was silence until Yang Guozhong spoke: "General Li, we have a great victory in the first battle. What do you think should be done next?"

Yes, the first battle was a great victory, and Li Jiuzhou brought a thousand lives in exchange for this "great victory".

Yang Guozhong had already rushed to convey the good news to Chang'an. Of course he was the first to do so, but Li Jiuzhou's contribution was not missing either.

Speaking of this, Li Jiuzhou took a few steps and spoke slowly: "The enemy army is short of food, grass and baggage and must retreat soon. Once there are so many people retreating, it is a good time to attack. We can take advantage of the victory and pursue Xizhou directly.

Yaozhou, force the enemy back to their home base."

When Yang Guozhong heard that he could earn money through his meritorious service, he felt very happy.

"General Li's words make sense, and I think so too. Then we will divide our troops into two groups, one to attack Xizhou and the other to attack Yaozhou."

"Mr. Yang has a far-sighted vision and will succeed immediately."

Immediately, the generals were called in the tent. Seeing that there were many people who supported the victory and attack, they selected the generals and divided the troops into two groups. Yang Guozhong personally led a group of troops to attack Xizhou.

Li Mi, the imperial censor, was familiar with Yaozhou because he had served as governor of Yaozhou before, so he led troops to attack Yaozhou.

Although the enemy army was slightly defeated, it was not that easy to deal with. Fortunately, they were short of food and grass and wanted to withdraw, so the Tang army went smoothly all the way.

The Tibetan reinforcements did not amount to 600,000, but they were just a bluff, and Yang Guozhong was exaggerating by bragging about his military achievements.

Xizhou and Yaozhou were originally the territory of the Tang Dynasty. When the people in the city heard that the Tang army was victorious and came forward, their hearts turned toward the Tang Dynasty. The enemy army abandoned the two states and retreated to the south of Lu River (Jinsha River) to collect food, grass, soldiers and horses, while the Tang army gathered

To Xulu.

The two armies faced each other across the river, ready for a decisive battle.

Yang Guozhong ordered people to spread the news of the great victory to Chang'an, and the imperial court gave him some encouragement.

"Lushui is naturally dangerous, and Nanzhao relies on Lushui. If our army crosses the river to attack it, it will be intercepted and killed in the river." When talking about the next attack plan, Yang Guozhong was very distressed.

Lu Qianqian had no choice but to say, "As time went by, our army became tired, lacked food and grass, and there were many miasmas and plagues in this area. Now many soldiers in the army have fallen ill."

No one had a good idea, so they set up camp first to prevent the enemy from sneaking across and counterattack.

After leaving Yang Guozhong's camp, Li Jiuzhou wandered around the military camp to see the soldiers' combat status.

A separate place was set up in the army to isolate soldiers suffering from the plague. Three kinds of food, onions, ginger and black beans, were boiled into a thick soup with water every day and sent out.

"More and more people are suffering from the plague. If this continues, it will be impossible to control it." Jiang Chong followed Li Jiuzhou and said.

Since returning from Hushan, Li Jiuzhou would feel inexplicably guilty every time he saw his bald head.

Li Jiuzhou sighed and said: "This area is hot and humid. Most of the soldiers are from the north. It is difficult to get used to it. There is no good way at the moment. I am afraid that most of them will die of illness before the battle starts."

Wan Nanshan happened to bring someone on inspection. When he saw the two of them, he said feebly: "This weather is really uncomfortable."

He also had diarrhea for several days and lost most of his weight.

"Instead of waiting to die like this, it is better to lead people to cross the river and kill them." Wan Nanshan's words were very false.

Li Jiuzhou just shook his head.

Dusk falls.

"At the foot of the Yin Mountain in the Chile River, the sky is like a dome of a hut covering the surrounding fields. The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low."

I don’t know who among the soldiers took the lead in singing the song of Chile, and the song spread instantly in the military camp.

The song was so sad that it made Li Jiuzhou feel a little sad.

He could never understand why these soldiers from the north were so sad when they sang this song.

The soldier's sad and weather-stained face was described by Li Jiuzhou as sour and sad.

Li Jiuzhou stood still. Although he still wanted to move forward, his feet refused to obey him.

"Are the soldiers all homesick?" Li Jiuzhou asked.

Neither Wan Nanshan nor Jiang Chong spoke, and what he answered was the sad voice of the Chilean Song.

Several days had passed, and the army was stationed by the river. Opposite were hundreds of thousands of Nanzhao and Tubo soldiers who were watching eagerly. Therefore, no one dared to relax their vigilance, including Li Jiuzhou, who had an uneasy sleep every night.

Yang Guozhong's camp was in the safest place in the entire military camp. He was not in a hurry. He had already accomplished his feats. It would take a few days for the army to return to Chang'an, which would be a great victory and would be admired by thousands of people.

Every night, soldiers who could not bear the torture of the disease jumped into the river and committed suicide. They were suffering from the plague and their bodies would be burned after they died.

They just wanted to keep a whole body for themselves.

Lu Qianqian couldn't sleep either, so he found Li Jiuzhou, "Not far from the Lushui River is the Xi'er River. After crossing the Xi'er River, there is Taihe City, the capital of Nanzhao. It is said that there are mass graves in the city, which were the former Xianyu Zhongtong

The corpses of the soldiers left behind when they led the troops to conquer were piled into graves by the Nanzhao people."

"Bone by the Wuding River, a person in a spring boudoir's dream. It's a pity that the court only knows how to win the battle, and who will care about the lonely soul of the dead." Li Jiuzhou opened the curtain and looked into the distance.
Chapter completed!