According to the rules of the march, lamps cannot be lit at night.
The whole camp was dark.
This is either a trip abroad, or a layer of something is put on the ground. When people lie on it, if they feel cold, they wrap their bodies in a sheepskin cloak.
Yang Xuan covered his abdomen with a large sheepskin cloak, thinking about Xin Wuji.
Holding a knife in your hand indicates murderous intent.
The people Yang Xuan placed around Xin Wuji would send messages back from time to time. From a few words, Yang Xuan knew that the chess piece was a little restless.
Xin Wuji's identity is a big problem. If he wants to stand on his own feet, he cannot avoid Yang Xuan.
When the name Yeluxi, the guard of Jianshui City in the Northern Liao Dynasty, was thrown out, He Lianchun was able to happily lead an army to attack, wipe out the southern part of the town in one fell swoop, and send Yeluxi's head to Ningxing.
The more such merits, the better. The more Ning Xing has, the less suspicion he will have.
So Xin Wuji came to see Yang Xuan this time and wanted to test it out. If there was a chance, he would not mind letting Yang Xuan and others die on the grassland, and then he would completely break away from the name Yeluxi and become a serious person.
Town south of Khan.
This is just Yeluxi. As Yang Xuan's power expands, when the banner of rebellion is raised high, what will his subordinate Wen Wuhui think?
Do you all agree?
impossible!
They will definitely have different thoughts, and it is not an exaggeration to describe them as being in the same bed but having different dreams.
This is the reality of the world.
It is foolish for a lord to expect every subordinate to be unconditionally loyal to him!
Yang Xuan put his hands on the back of his head and said quietly: "The only way is to create a momentum to make the subordinates return to their hearts."
He had read many historical stories in the scrolls.
The ones who impressed me the most were the big guys who successfully rebelled.
Many times, these bosses are in desperate situations, but their subordinates still never abandon them.
"It's their charisma!"
Yang Xuan thought of another imperial uncle Liu Bei, as well as Cao Mengde and others.
Uncle Liu Huang has been on the street many times, but he is still surrounded by a group of heroes.
This cannot be explained by the emperor's status. The only possibility is that Liu Huangshu's personal charm is like a magnet, deeply attracting those under his command.
"Okay! From tomorrow on, I will make a magnet!"
"Master!" someone outside the tent said softly.
"What's the matter?"
"Night Raider spotted."
Yang Xuan sat up.
"This damn girl won't let anyone sleep anymore?"
…
Yeli walked at the front with his waist bent, followed by two thousand subordinates behind him.
The weeds are not too tall, and the night wind blows, bringing a refreshing feeling.
Yeli held a long knife in his hand and stared at the camp ahead.
When Vashe was still there, he was an ordinary nobleman who controlled a tribe. Such a nobleman was not outstanding in the Vashe tribe. At that time, he only wanted to enjoy his wild interests.
A Yang Gou came from the opposite side, and several battles caused heavy casualties to the Vashe tribe. Khan Huazhuo was helpless and his prestige plummeted.
At that time, Ye Li still had no ambition, because there were many nobles more powerful than him.
But Vashe was destroyed.
Yeli still has no ambition at this time and just wants to survive!
On the way to escape with his tribe, he encountered Xin Wuji's large group of troops.
He had only one choice, kneel down and surrender.
It is said that Xin Wuji was just an ordinary leader of a small tribe. After the death of Washe, the Jibo tribe raided his tribe, but he was the only one to escape.
Xin Wuji, whose wife and children died at the hands of the Jibo tribe, vowed to take revenge, so he went all the way to find the people of the Jibo tribe. He was like picking up garbage along the way, picking up many messy tribesmen, and he was lucky.
After winning a few times, it actually became a climate.
Me too!
People are afraid that there will be no comparison. After seeing that Xin Wuji, who was even worse than himself, could build such a foundation, Ye Li became excited.
He takes action whenever his heart beats, and Ye Li keeps forming cliques, but Xin Wuji's position remains stable.
This time He Lianchun appeared on the grassland with great fanfare, which was a great opportunity for Yeli!
The goal given by the emperor's uncle was not high. It was just to harass Yang Xuan's troops, and a surprise attack was enough. If a certain amount of damage was caused, victory would be considered.
But Yeli's goals don't stop there.
I am a man who wants to be a Khan!
So Yeli chose to attack at night.
Defeat Yang Xuan in one fell swoop, he is the brightest star on the grassland.
He straightened up and took a cautious look at the camp ahead.
No movement.
The generals around him were also shaking their heads.
Smiles spread in the night.
The most important thing in a night attack is stealth. Once you get outside the enemy camp, the battle is almost certain to be a sure victory!
Yeli's breathing was a little rapid.
Ahead is the campground.
He raised his long knife.
Behind him, everyone took a deep breath.
Do you want to get closer?
Yeli hesitated.
In the camp, someone shouted: "Who?"
Yeli shouted, "Fight in!"
"Kill!"
Yeli stood there and shouted loudly, and his subordinates rushed in from beside him.
He stared wide-eyed, waiting for the moment when Yang Gou's subordinate appeared in panic, his clothes disheveled.
His subordinates rushed in smoothly.
"It's settled!"
Yeli was ecstatic, but immediately his body became stiff.
"Where's the secret whistle?"
When camping in the wild, hidden sentries must be placed at the edge of the camp, but Yeli's men rushed in just now and saw no trace of the hidden sentry.
Densely packed torches were lit, and hundreds of Tang troops were waiting in formation at the front.
"This is a trap!" Yeli's face turned pale, "Come back... no, fight in!"
Coming back now is a defeat, and the only way to survive is to rush and kill.
"Archer!"
Nan He shouted loudly.
Hundreds of archers raised their bowstrings.
"Fire the arrow!"
A wave of arrows came over.
The enemy's speed continued unabated.
"It's interesting." Yang Xuan said, "Your Majesty."
The eldest nephew was already impatient, "Say!"
"Ten breaths!" Yang Xuan said calmly.
"Easy to say!"
King Wei rushed forward with his bodyguards.
The giant sword was raised high, "Get out of the way!"
King Wei rushed out and opened a gap, and then the guards widened the gap.
Yang Xuan glanced at Tu Chang and wanted to ask the old man to take action, but then he thought it would be useless in such a scene.
"Let's start left and right!"
At the sound of the trumpet, the ambush troops on the left and right wings attacked.
"Fight in!"
Outside, Yeli was gnashing his teeth and shouting.
Night attacks are risky. Once discovered by the enemy in advance, morale will plummet to the bottom in an instant.
At first, Yeli's subordinates thought Yang Xuan's men were unprepared and couldn't help but be overjoyed.
But things turned around immediately. Yang Xuan was prepared and dug a hole to wait for them.
The ecstatic state of mind was suddenly poured down by a basin of ice water. The gap was too great, despair arose, and morale was no longer at rock bottom, but completely gone.
After just one assault, Yeli's men collapsed.
Yeli's men began to flee.
"Run away!"
Seeing his subordinates being surrounded and suppressed, his heart was as sharp as a knife.
The grassland is not about friendship, but about strength.
For this trip, he pulled out all his subordinates, and also borrowed many warriors from the nobles in his group, so that he had a total of 2,000 people.
If these two thousand people are gone, he will be useless as a person.
In order to boost morale, Yeli shouted: "I am here!"
The sound of horse hoofbeats came from both wings, and the Tang army's ambush troops were dispatched.
When Ye Li's subordinates saw their leader waiting outside, their courage doubled, and some of them turned back to kill him.
But in the blink of an eye, the wild man was gone.
Ye Li turned around and ran away wildly. There were horses gathering behind him, but he didn't pick one, he got on the horse and ran away.
The subordinates guarding the war horses knew that this was a disastrous defeat and fled.
Behind him, desperate cries followed him like a shadow.
"help me!"
"I surrender!"
Yang Xuan was surrounded and walked out.
Almost all of Yeli's men were captured, but more than a hundred of them escaped before the encirclement.
"Where's Yeli?"
"Ran!"
King Wei came over covered in blood, "You started too early!"
Yang Xuan said: "There is never a perfect strategy, some are just adaptability. If I didn't shout before, Ye Li would be suspicious. Now if he hears any sound, he will run away the next moment."
He added: "The most taboo thing in using troops is greed. In the end, they will probably bloat themselves to death. To put it simply, when the Jibo tribe attacked Zhangyu County, they could have destroyed the city in one go, but General Jibo wanted to reduce losses.
, slowed down the speed of the siege, and was finally defeated by me in one battle. This is also greed..."
King Wei asked: "Why not use all cavalry? Even if they are discovered, wouldn't it be better for the cavalry to pursue them all the way?"
"It's good to have cavalry in pursuit, but at night the horses are running at high speeds, and the chances of killing yourself are about the same as killing the enemy. You... Hey! I said you want to ask me for advice on the art of war, right? If you want to, then do it openly.
Yes, what are you doing?"
"Is this rare to me?"
"You don't care what the person behind you is doing? You still record it? Damn it! How shameless!"
Li Han couldn't help but laugh.
Yang Xuan turned around and found that the old thief was also recording.
"There is no perfect strategy, some are just adaptability." The old thief muttered.
Yang Xuan yawned and prepared to go back to sleep.
Li Han came over.
"Zitai."
"Um!"
"When I was in Chang'an, I also met so-called famous generals. Regardless of their character, most of them were vague about their own military tactics. If I asked again, they would have a cold face..."
Yang Xuan hummed again, feeling sleepy.
"Later I also figured it out. For generals, the art of war is their future and their job. No one would give their future and job to others. I'm a little curious as to why you said it so casually."
"Um."
Yang Xuan staggered into the tent.
"Hey!" Li Han followed, "You haven't answered me yet."
Yang Xuan fell down and muttered: "It's not something extraordinary."
"Isn't that enough?" Li Han was angry, "I just said that one should not be greedy in military use, and even used the battle example of Zhang Yu County to illustrate it. Even I understood that in another place, this kind of military art can make people kneel down and call their mentor.
But you said it casually."
Yang Xuan said casually: "It's not worth anything."
The war tactics in the scroll were as vast as the Milky Way, and his mind was filled with them.
"Not worth it? If you open your mouth, I bet that King Wei is willing to pay half a million to learn the art of war from you! Hey! Hey! I have a question for you! Do you want to? Half a million dollars!"
"It's not like he's an outsider." Yang Xuan tilted his head and went to see Duke Zhou.
Li Han looked at him and walked out silently.
Later he returned to his and King Wei's tent.
King Wei had already wiped the blood briefly, and when he saw him coming in, he asked, "How is it?"
Li Han sat down.
"You have been a plague god these years. People avoid you wherever you go!"
King Wei sat across from him, completely sleepless, "I am not your legitimate son, and Aye is so ruthless. Over the years, I have protected myself and my mother-in-law with my fists, and I have gained a great reputation in the palace, but there are rumors everywhere outside the palace that I
The king is cruel, cruel...that hell-like place, if you don't be cruel, you can't live."
"Do all the officials in Qianzhou avoid you?"
"Um!"
"When we arrived in Taiping, our status was awkward, but Zitai didn't mind it."
"He was still a teenager at that time."
"Now that he is the governor, he still does not dislike us."
"How did you go and ask earlier?"
"It's really shameless to use the excuse of learning the art of war to test Zitai's attitude towards us."
"I want to learn the art of war!"
"Zitai was in a daze at that time and said...he was not an outsider."
King Wei stood up silently and went out.
The night sky over the grassland looks a little more deserted, the Milky Way is vast, and the stars are twinkling.
"It's almost time to sleep." Li Han came out yawning.
King Wei said nothing.
Li Han rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath. The smell in his nose was not the unique smell of grassland, but the smell of blood, which made him want to vomit.
"Ahem, cough, cough!" Li Han coughed, "Why are you still touched? Zitai is pretty good, I just need to repay him if I have the chance in the future."
"You go to sleep first!"
Li Han entered the tent. King Wei had advanced cultivation. Hearing his breathing gradually become calmer, he walked further away.
Night travel is not allowed in the camp, but corpses are still being collected at the front, and the identity of the King of Guards is different, so it's not bad.
King Wei paced slowly.
"Is it time for the people at the mirror to arrive?"
…
Lin'an City, outside Prince Wei's Mansion.
Knock knock knock!
Someone knocked quietly on the door in the middle of the night.
The disciple heard the sound and asked, "Where did it come from?"
"Chang'an!" The voice outside the door was cold.
The door opened quietly, and when he saw a man in gray outside, he asked, "Who are you looking for?"
The man said impatiently: "Looking at the mirror, we made an agreement with the king!"
The door rang loudly and he closed it carefully, "Just wait, I'll call Mr. Huang."
Huang Ping came wearing clothes.
The man took out the token and said, "The Mirror's Secret Agent."
Huang Ping checked it carefully and returned the token.
"What news do you want?"
The man said dissatisfied: "Don't you know about the past? I want news about Northern Xinjiang."
"Go and tell the king if you have the guts!"
"If your Majesty has the ability, kill the people on my mirror stand and see!"
"Not timid."
“Each other!”
"I can't get any news from Tao County here."
"I don't have any hope, I just want Chenzhou's."
"After Yang Xuan took over, his administration was quite satisfactory."
"Is this person ambitious? Or corrupt."
"Corruption... I'm afraid your status in the mirror is not high, right? Yang Xuan is not short of money, and he is also Zhou's son-in-law. In a poor place like Chenzhou, do you think he will be corrupt?"
"Say something else, ambition!"
"Ambition? The last time he had a drink with the king, when he mentioned the Tang Dynasty, he gnashed his teeth at all the shortcomings. When he mentioned your majesty, he was loyal. After drinking too much, he even wrote a poem about how to serve the king, but the king ridiculed him as pedantry...
…”
The man records.
"Is there more?"
"..."
A quarter of an hour later, the man quietly went out.
Huang Ping returned to the bedroom, lay down, closed his eyes and said:
"Every time the people at the mirror ask Yang Xuan, the king always says he is loyal, but why do I feel that... this person is not very loyal to your majesty?"