Li Jie smiled slightly, walked to the side and took out a rolled map. After unfolding it, he pointed to a corner of the map and said.
"Uncle Guo, you see, this is where the Mongols camp, and here, less than five miles away from the Mongolian army, my nephew has ambushed a strange force here. Previously, due to the lack of high-end combat power, he has been unable to launch a counterattack."
"Okay now, Uncle Guo, you are here, I think we can start the counterattack!"
There are only a few places suitable for stationing large armies outside Dengzhou City, and this time the Mongols sent tens of thousands of troops, and there are even fewer places suitable for stationing. As long as you can accurately calculate the opponent's thoughts, you can advance in advance.
Defining a position is not difficult.
Guo Jing lowered his head and looked at the map, looking very surprised. Today he was filled with shocks and surprises one after another. Although there were not many places suitable for garrisoning outside the city, his nephew could predict the enemy general's thoughts so accurately.
And he set up an ambush very confidently, and was never discovered by the other party.
Amazing!
Amazing!
Even he may not be able to make this decision.
"Guo'er, are the surprise soldiers ambushing over there artillery pieces?"
Li Jie nodded, not surprised that Guo Jing could guess this. After all, it was not difficult to guess.
"Yes, thank you Uncle Guo for coming in time. If it had been two days later, I'm afraid the food and grass they brought would have been exhausted."
Guo Jing deduced it carefully again, and nodded after a while: "Okay, just as you said, you can just inform me when you will attack."
"What? Do you have anything else to do?"
Guo Jing saw that Li Jie was hesitant to speak and couldn't help but ask.
Li Jie nodded slightly and pretended to be hesitant.
"Uncle Guo, my nephew has an unkind request. I don't know whether to say it or not."
Guo Jing laughed: "Even though we agreed, everything you did today, Guo'er, was for the sake of the world. There's nothing you can't say!"
Li Jie pondered for a moment and then said: "Uncle Guo, my nephew once heard a saying that offense is the best defense!"
"Instead of allowing the Mongolian cavalry to invade the south wantonly, it is better to take the initiative and disrupt their rear. The reason why Guo'er raided Dengzhou City this time is to drive a nail into the Central Plains, threaten the Mongols' rear, and put a chokehold on them!"
"If this nail is not pulled out for a day, the Mongols will not be able to gather all their troops to attack Jiangnan!"
These words were naturally used by Li Jie to 'deceive' Guo Jing. The purpose was to get Guo Jing to take the initiative to board the ship. The top combat power on the Fuxing Society's side was too scarce. Anyone who could deceive them would be the only one.
Guo Jing is a great banner in the martial arts world against Mongolia. Being able to win him over means that those who stand behind him can be used by the Fuxing Society.
Although there are far fewer martyrs who still insist on resisting Mongolia than before, no matter how small the number is, they are still a force that cannot be ignored. If nothing else, Guo Jing alone is worth a fortune, not to mention that there is Hong Qigong behind him.
When necessary, there are also two masters, Master Yideng and Huang Yaoshi.
With the addition of this new force, the Fuxing Society can accelerate its expansion and directly capture the entire Qilu Theater. Once the Qilu Theater is captured, the Fuxing Army's strategic depth will be much greater than it is now.
At that time, if the Mongols want to implement the strategy of trapping the enemy, it will not be as easy as it is now.
Having said that, if Guo Jing still doesn't understand what Li Jie wants to say, then he is really stupid. Although he wants to agree directly in his heart, this matter is of great importance, because now he is not only the representative of
He alone represents many anti-Mongolian martyrs who have followed him over the years.
"Guo'er, I understand what you mean. From a personal point of view, Uncle Guo will definitely support you, but this matter has far-reaching implications and it is a serious matter. Uncle Guo needs to discuss it with the righteous men in the alliance."
"But don't worry, even if they don't agree, Uncle Guo will come over and help you!"
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Outside the city, the Mongolian army camp.
The night is getting darker, but the camp is brightly lit.
With the arrival of Guo Jing, the Mongolians' original plan went bankrupt!
Success is a failure!
A complete failure!
Unless we ask for help from the imperial court, it will be really difficult to continue this battle.
However, everyone in the tent knew very well that it was impossible for the imperial court to send people to support in the short term. After all, the imperial court was not of the same mind, and the various factions were not monolithic.
Everyone was silent, and the air seemed tense. Jin Lun Dharma King tried his best to break this damn silence, but obviously he couldn't find a particularly good breakthrough.
Yang Miaozhen was secretly anxious. Everything had gone smoothly in the past two days, and she was about to succeed. Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin suddenly appeared in the middle of the road. The previous good situation was instantly gone, and her only son died.
Here, she didn't want to give up the opportunity for revenge so easily.
"National Preceptor?"
Jin Lun Dharma King raised his eyelids, glanced at her, and faintly uttered one word.
"explain."
Yang Miaozhen collected her thoughts for a moment and said: "According to what I saw, it is better to be still than to move at this time. The opponent is receiving strong reinforcements. It is difficult for the previous strategy of disturbing the enemy to be effective in a short period of time. It is better to temporarily stop the raid and do something
Be prepared for a long-term war and cut off their food routes!"
Jin Lun Dharma King knew very well that what Yang Miaozhen said was indeed the best way at present, but he was the Mongolian national master, and these words of weakness must not come from his mouth.
"What do you think?"
Everyone in the tent looked at each other, unable to think of any other solution for a while.
"Second!"
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"Second!"
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"Okay! In that case, it will be as Yang Siniang said."
"The meeting is dismissed!"
The next day, both sides chose to stand still with a tacit understanding. The Mongols had nothing to do, and the Renaissance Army recharged their batteries and prepared for tomorrow's decisive battle. The day passed peacefully and peacefully.
At noon on the third day, the Mongols started to light a fire to cook as usual, and the soldiers gathered in twos and threes while waiting for the meals.
In the past few days, the Mongols have not gained anything. At least they have figured out the strength of the Renaissance Army in the city. With the opponent's strength, they are more than enough to defend the city, but not enough to attack. Therefore, the Mongolian army stationed outside the city slowly relaxed their mentality.
call out!
call out!
Suddenly, a piercing scream came from the air.
The soldiers on patrol couldn't help but look up and saw dense shells piercing the sky and heading towards the camp.
"Enemy attack!"
"Enemy attack!"
In an instant, the Mongolian camp was like water splashing into a boiling oil pot, and the pot was fried!
The sounds of enemy attacks come and go!
Jinlun Dharma King, Xiao Qianjue and other experts walked out of the camp as soon as the sound of artillery shells broke through the air was heard, and quickly locked the artillery position.