In Yecheng, Han Xin took a book of information and hurried into Xiang An's camp.
"Failed again!?" Xiang An frowned when he heard the news, "Where is the Zhao army retreating now?"
"To the northeast."
As they spoke, both Xiang An and Han Xin stood in front of the sand table, their brows furrowed.
"The direction of the giant deer." Han Xin pointed to a city and said anxiously.
Xiang An supported his body with both hands, his pupils quickly scanned the sand table, and moved several chess pieces around to simulate the current situation.
"Tsk." He gritted his teeth, raised his head and called outside the tent, "Liao Ye! Call Fourth Uncle and Master Liang over here!"
"Yes!" Liao Ye's voice came from outside the camp.
After a while, several generals from Xiang An's army arrived at Xiang An's camp.
"The plan has changed. The Zhao army's defense line has withdrawn." Xiang An did not intend to waste time and directly stated the current situation, "We can't go to Anyang now. The general will probably change the battle route. From Wuyan to
After crossing the river, we headed straight for Anyang."
"This completely conflicts with our combat purpose."
"According to intelligence, Wang Li's group army is also moving south under Zhang Han's order. The two groups of armies seem to want to encircle Julu and launch a general attack on Zhao."
"General, how many people are there in the Qin army now?" Liang Ning was a relatively young general. He raised his head and looked at Xiang An seriously.
"I don't know, but after the dispatch, Zhang Han's troops are at least 180,000. In addition to Zhang Han's army in the south, there are also those who guarded the Great Wall in the north. The total number must be 200,000."
"In other words, the enemies we face in the end...may be as strong as 400,000." Xiang An shook his head, his tone quite heavy.
Everyone fell silent.
Four hundred thousand...
This number makes everyone breathless.
"Then Zhao Wangxie is a fool?" Xiang Lu cursed through gritted teeth.
"As long as he can hold on for two more days..." Liang Ning also seemed to be discouraged, covering his head with a sad look on his face.
Now that it's better, the defense line continues to pull back without holding back, and the vacated position is just enough for the two Qin armies to complete the rendezvous.
After Han Xin and Xiang An both fell silent, Xiang Lu and Liang Ning also kept silent, waiting for Xiang An's words.
...
On the other side, no salt.
Before Xiang Yu could cross the river, he heard the sad news that King Zhao Wangxie had been beaten and was running away, and that the two Qin armies had completed their rendezvous at the north of the river.
The atmosphere in his handsome tent was similar to that of Xiang An's tent.
Pi Jiang Zijuan's chin trembled slightly and her lips pursed slightly.
She was the person with the highest military rank in the army except Xiang Yu, but Xiang Yu didn't listen to anything she said. Not only her, but also the words of her father Fan Zeng, whom she had known for a long time, Xiang Yu didn't listen either.
"General, we are now..." Fan Zeng thought for a long time, seemed to have thought of something, and wanted to talk to Xiang Yu.
"I'm asking for help." Xiang Yu interrupted Fan Zeng without even looking at him. He looked at the generals and said calmly.
Just now he was observing the reactions of the generals.
Silence, depression, and despair can all be seen on the faces of the generals.
Zijuan, Wei Hao, Jiang Chun, and many other generals, none of them were without sorrow.
Fan Zeng, who was standing behind Xiang Yu, paused with his outstretched hand, hanging in the air for a while, then put it down, and let out a long sigh, not daring to be heard by Xiang Yu.
How many men does Xiang Yu have in his army now?
Thirty thousand.
Where is the Qin army north of Heshui?
Four hundred thousand.
Lay an egg, this is what the generals think.
"Ask for...help?" Zijuan's expression showed some hesitation.
"Asking for help." Xiang Yu nodded, with the same expression, "I'm not a fool. Now the situation has changed. We must stay where we are and make new plans."
"We, the Xichu family, are not the only rebels staying in the south of the river. Everyone should know it." Xiang Yu shook his head, "Although many have been collected before, the remaining number is still quite large."
"And now that good-for-nothing Zhao Wangxie has been beaten and is running away, almost all the remaining main forces of the Qin army have gathered together, and the current situation is overwhelmingly unfavorable to us."
He leaned forward and crossed his fingers.
"In the name of the King of Western Chu, I 'ask for help' from those rebel armies that still exist."
When Xiang Yu said this, everyone immediately understood what this so-called "asking for help" meant.
Coercion under the guise of asking for help.
Among these people, there will definitely be many who sincerely come to help. After all, no one can live a peaceful life unless Zhang Han is removed, and there are also many people who want to hug Xi Chu's lap, although this thigh
Quite thin...
"Approximately how many are there?" Zijuan looked at the faces of the generals in the handsome tent and turned to look at Xiang Yu.
"The number of reinforcements that can eventually support us should be around 100,000." Xiang Yu rubbed his two fingers back and forth and said while looking into Zijuan's eyes.
"One hundred thousand..." Zijuan's eyebrows were still furrowed, but she stopped talking.
There is no use talking.
I just don’t know how many deaths it would take to make my brother sober up.
She thought of the orders given by Xiang Yu in Dong'echeng a few days ago, and couldn't help but close her mouth and let out a heavy breath through her nose.
Fan Zeng, who was sitting behind Xiang Yu, also tilted his head and let out a sigh of relief.
Xiang Yu...when he was with Xiang Liang, he had a lot of contact with his brothers' family.
Since Xiang Liang's death, Fan Zeng felt that... Xiang Yu had changed. No, it wasn't so much that he had changed... It would be better to say that he was a completely different person.
Was Xiang Liang's death a big blow to him? Or was it because of something else?
It doesn't matter, Fan Zeng feels... very powerless now anyway.
It's not that Xiang Yu doesn't trust him, but that he doesn't need him.
If it was just distrust, Fan Zeng might still be happy, but there is no need...
With a long sigh and a slight shake of his head, Fan Zeng chose to close his eyes and rest.
"One hundred and thirty thousand versus four hundred thousand..." Division Commander Wei Hao pinched his chin lightly, still with a frown on his face.
Isn't this still nonsense...
But Xiang Yu's order was irrefutable. He stood up and looked at the generals: "Relax on the spot and wait for reinforcements. As soon as the reinforcements arrive, we will attack immediately!"
"...will finally obey orders."
After waiting for a long time, Xiang Yu heard a somewhat feeble response.
Looking at the lowered head, Xiang Yu's eyes narrowed.
Is morale still a little low...
...
Everyone is waiting.
The situation in Zhao's siege is extremely urgent, and everyone is waiting for an opportunity.
Xiang An was relieved when he heard about Xiang Yu's request for help. Although his elder brother seemed stubborn, at least he wasn't stupid.
And Xiang Yu finally waited for the 100,000 reinforcements.