Less than two days after returning to Shamin Camp, Song Yang realized that he was really not the material for leading troops to fight.
A large-scale expedition, team assignment, logistics guarantee, baggage transportation, responsibilities planning of each department, task allocation of generals... from the formulation of marching routes to the preparation of each soldier, to the response to weather changes to every piece
There are countless things to choose camping sites. Not to mention paying attention to it, Song Yang will feel overwhelmed.
The war is not just a hedge between the two armies in the last encounter, but a number of rules contained in a big strategy. Each rule involves countless lives and even the success or failure of the entire expedition. Song Yang was just invited by King Baiyin to participate.
At the military opportunity meeting, he looked extremely disturbed after the meeting.
Master Ban disdained when he saw this: "You can't stand it anymore? When you go back, you'd better study hard with your father-in-law. It's a worry-free way to dispatch the Sha people to fight. If you transport the Han soldiers, you'll be even more annoyed."
Before Song Yang could speak, Wan, who was following him, asked wonder: "It's all about communicating troops to fight, what's the difference?"
"The difference is big. Sha people are honest. War is a war, and the whole country is united in hating the enemy. A battle of hundreds of thousands of people like this is to be put in Nanli, and you will try it?" Mr. Ban said coldly: "As of such a large scale,
It must be that many troops gathered into an army, and each unit has its own background. I am the old subordinate of the King of Zhenxi. You are the disciple of the Left Prime Minister. The relationship is complicated... If you are the commander, you must take care of your direct descendants.
If you are not careful with the role, you will naturally have an explanation for your opponent. As for those generals who cannot be offended, you must maintain them well."
Who will fight the battle of great merit, who will attack the city with good fortune, who will be assigned to the task of not having many meritorious achievements and hard-working errands, if you really have to choose which unlucky guy to die... Since it is a war, there will be a big army
All kinds of roles, all of which must be assigned by the coach. People should be based on their merits. Only winning battles is the only standard thing. After being mixed with countless relationships, it suddenly became extremely complicated. Even the army had not moved yet.
The coach had already assigned the credit from each general under his command...
Without Master Ban's explanation, Song Yang shook his head and smiled: "I really can't do such a thing, so I would rather be a frontman."
Xiaowan could understand the words of Mr. Ban, but she could also roughly understand the troubles. Therefore, she agreed with Song Yang's idea and said with a slight voice: "Yes, it's the most convenient way to chop people with a knife.
But I think about other messy things, you should think about them.”
You should know that when Xiaowan encountered a black sandstorm in the sea of flowers, the situation was extremely urgent. Xiaowan used a belt to tie Master Ban to her body, so the old man's attitude towards Xiaowan was much stronger than Song Yang. He originally planned to continue to be stern again.
Teach Song Yang a lesson, but when Xiaowan heard Xiaowan interrupt, the old man laughed a few times, said nothing, and left casually.
The camp was busy. Although the final order to go to war had not been passed down, the entire Sha people had learned that the war was coming. Perhaps it was the unique wildness and wildness of the barbarians. The atmosphere in the camp was not only not the battle.
The depression that can be returned is warm and jubilant.
The preparations for the expedition are also busy. The commander confirmed the soldiers one by one according to the list, distributed weapons, and a large number of laborers were transporting military supplies and loading vehicles and supplies... What surprised Song Yang the most was that he came to Shamin University.
During the two days in the camp, the one he saw the most was: the wedding.
All young and strong people will participate in the war. The young man who is about to take the time to show his love to his loved ones. However, the Sha parents, who have always been strict with their daughters, are abnormal and do not drive them away and stop them. They stand by and smile and even look at them.
When the daughter is hesitant, the parents will take the initiative to persuade her. As long as her daughter nods, a young couple will hold a wedding immediately.
Never seen such a simple wedding, no lottery, no dowry, no banquet, only one priest recites a blessing, and then the close relatives and friends gather together to sing a festive tune, and then the groom holds his beloved.
The fat bride entered the bridal chamber...the others dispersed in cheers and continued to work hard before the battle.
Weddings everywhere will hardly stop until late at night. There are blessings one after another. Countless young men and women walk into temporary new houses. Soon after, the newly married husband will embark on the journey with his troops in his hands. No one knows whether they can still do it.
Come back, but it can be predicted that ten months later, when the weather is cool next year, countless new lives will be born in the blessing of the gods, and the bloodline will continue, and the race will continue to reproduce and grow.
If you scatter the leaves, everything will not change.
The wedding before the war is the custom of the people of the Sha people since ancient times.
Before the war, intercourse was a taboo for the Han people. After unifying the entire tribe, Sha Lord followed the advice of the Han people, and had abolished this custom. Now that King Baiyin has taken over the rule, he has picked it up again.
The more joyful and happy it is, the more desolate it is. Song Yang walked around the camp. No matter which relative who was paying a tribute, he would enthusiastically pull him into the team and ask him to watch the ceremony together. At the beginning
He could still laugh and sing with him, but soon he felt so upset that he sighed silently and walked back to his tent.
The residence arranged by the Sha tribe for Song Yang is quite spacious. Luo Guan, Nan Rong and others who came back with him all live together. Generally, they will not go out even if they have nothing to do.
Luo Guan sat on the ground in the tent, pinching a carbon strip with his hands on the sheepskin to draw the sun. Song Yang did not disturb him, and walked around from his side to the ground room to chat with others. But what was a little surprised was that everyone was not there, and they all ran there.
Let's go out to watch the wedding ceremony and the fun.
Song Yang was bored and climbed up and squatted beside Luo Guan again to watch him draw the sun. The more he looked, the more he felt that Luo Guan was not round.
The Grand Master ignored him and drew it for a while, put down the carbon strip and picked up his longbow, lowered his head and thought about something. After a while, he pinched the carbon strip again and then drew...
When Luo Guan was thrown into the rift by Baiyin people, his bow was also thrown down. Only then was the Grand Master able to preserve his weapons. Unfortunately, the "Spring Shirt" sword disappeared, many
The matter is really unexplainable, or maybe there is a certain number in the dark. Not long after the red sleeves were broken, the spring shirt also left.
After a while, Luo Guan finally threw away the carbon strips. Song Yang had nothing to say: "How did you understand?" The latter wiped the carbon stains on his hand and shook his head, "Not really, I used to draw a brush and change it to
I don’t feel the carbon bars anymore, and I’m in vain.”
Luo Guan's eyes were very sharp. When he spoke, he looked up and found that Song Yang's expression was strange. At this time, there was another cheerful tone near outside the tent and the cheers for the newcomer to make gifts. Song Yang's eyes were
Even more sadly, the Grand Master understood why he was frustrated: "I have been involved in a war for no reason, and now I can't bear it anymore?"
"Indeed, I feel uncomfortable." Song Yang nodded and admitted.
Unexpectedly, Luo Guanquan did not mean to enlighten or comfort him, but laughed happily: "You are actually awkward about this kind of thing? I also said that someone helped you fight for nothing, and you will only be so happy that you laughed out loud in your dreams!"
As he was teasing, footsteps sounded outside, he carried a porcelain doll in the curtain and asked with a smile: "What are you talking about? Are you talking so happy?"
Luo Guan stood up and replied, "Your Changchunhou is feeling sorry for the army of Shamin outside!" He smiled, but the master was very tactful, and after answering, he threw another sentence: "I'll go out for a walk." He raised his hands behind his back
He walked around and left the huge place for the couple.
The grandmaster left, and the porcelain doll laughed again, sat opposite him with her knees in her arms, looking at Song Yang with bright eyes: "Really? Are you feeling sorry for Sha Min?"
Song Yang was so annoyed that he was caught by the big and small, but he was much more arrogant to the porcelain doll than when he was the Grandmaster. He stared at him: "I laugh again, I'll sleep with you."
Xie Zizhuo was so happy that he did not take Song Yang's scoundrel words seriously. He smiled for a while before he spoke again: "You have a small problem when thinking about things. No matter what happens, you always follow the
Thinking about it here is actually not a problem, but it is inevitable that you can't think so occasionally."
"The simplest thing is to say that you asked Shamin to send troops this time," the porcelain doll's voice returned to calm, but when she looked at Song Yang, her eyes were always bright, always like this: "From your side, I think it's to help the Uighurs
, naturally caused a big trouble to King Baiyin, but in the eyes of King Baiyin? He thanked you too late. The battle you found him was actually a big help to him and to help him unify.
The shortcut to the Sha people. The same principle is, you think this war will cause countless casualties and injuries to the Sha people, so you can't bear it. But for Sha people, isn't this an opportunity? A good opportunity that you have never had before."
"Opportunity? What do you mean?" Song Yang moved his butt, sat down close to the porcelain doll, and grabbed one of her hands casually. His fingertips were cold, and the porcelain doll's little hands seemed to have never warmed up.
"Working alone, Shamin is definitely not the opponent of the wolf's servant. In countless wars over the years, Shamin was defeated every time, and countless tribesmen died under the wolf's servant's sword. Until now, Shamin almost takes revenge
Hope is not there, but this time it is different. With the Uighur army participating, the chances of victory of the Sha people have increased greatly. Do you think such a great opportunity to take revenge is in front of you. With their temperament, if they just let it go
Will they be happy? And… saying that this battle is a 'good opportunity' does not completely mean revenge, there is another key."
The porcelain doll paused for a moment and gasped for a few moments. Because she understood the military tactics, had a good understanding and had a clear mind. Although King Baiyin did not dare to ask her to lead the troops directly, she would come to ask her for trouble and ask her for trouble.
Lord Ban’s opinion. The porcelain doll did not disappoint and really said something useful. As a result, King Baiyin has become more dependent on her. In recent days, she has been thinking about it every day and night and busy.
, I'm very tired now.
After adjusting his breathing, the porcelain doll spoke again, and his tone was bitten very hard: "If you can win a big victory, the sand tribe will get out of trouble, which is likely to become their turnaround."
Song Yang was startled and smiled in surprise: "From what you mean, if this battle is defeated by Quanrong, it will be over? This... is a bit exaggerated?"
The porcelain doll also smiled: "How can such a good thing be like this! But if there is a big victory, everyone may have to draw a new border!"
She mentioned the 'big victory' twice, and Song Yang couldn't help but ignore it and asked: "What does big victory mean?"
The Uighurs and the Quanrong have similar history. They have completed the unification of their own homes more than a hundred years ago. Then the two countries have never stopped fighting and peace. There have been several wars during this period, and the process of each war is exactly the same:
Party A came strongly, Party B rose up to fight, and after a while, he stopped fighting hard after the disadvantages and began to slowly retreat to the rear. Although he temporarily gave up his position, the vitality was preserved, and domestic reinforcements began to mobilize and gather heavy troops.
Recover later with the goal; advance in one direction, and get the winning result temporarily, but it is difficult to maintain it for too long. First, consider whether the opponent can resist the counterattack when he returns, whether the fight is worth it, and what is more worrying is that Middle Earth is
Not only the desert and grassland countries, but also the Han family and the tantric Buddhism of the Plateau, the Uighurs, the Quanrong, and no one can afford to drag it down. The victorious side will basically no longer be greedy and reckless.
It would be fine if you had taught the enemy a lesson, and you would take back the army and send envoys to negotiate.
Therefore, the fierce battle between the two countries can determine the outcome, but there is no success or failure. If it is fought for a while, it will be left alone. The casualties after each war are extremely heavy, but the main force of the border guards is still there and has never been absent.
When completely eliminated.
Song Yang was unlearning and did not even know the posthumous title of the Grassland Shanyu, let alone the war history between the Uighurs and the Quanrong countries for more than a hundred years.
However, Song Yang's mind was clear. After listening to the overview of the porcelain doll, he roughly understood: "What you said is a great victory, completely defeating the heavy troops that are now put on the battlefield?"
"In the past, Uighurs and Quanrong were always entangled. One of the key points was that the main force on the front line was preserved. They were withdrawn today, reorganized tomorrow, and came back the day after tomorrow, and used a soft knife to sharpen the attack of the advantageous side into a fierce attack.
A long-lasting battle, even if this battle is settled, everyone will use this trick well." When talking about the war, Xie Zizhuo became much more serious and nodded seriously: "But this time, Sha Min came from
Kill behind the scenes, attacking the two lines not only requires defeating the opponent, but also keeping the wolf soldiers on the front line back with no way to retreat, kill as many enemies as possible, and truly defeat them. Really erase the army that Quanrong is deployed on the front line."
"If I really can fight to the point where I said, even if the Quanrong is strong, it will hurt it for a long time. An army to the west is gone, and there is still a big swallow on the south side of the grassland, so the Shanyu cannot bow his head.
.” The porcelain doll repeated the first statement: "If you can win, this large territory will no longer be controlled by the wolf soldiers. The sand people are preparing for war and horses... Although it is to repay you, but it is not
For yourself? You must know that this is a turnaround battle for Shamin.”
"They are grateful to you, so I want to do my best to help them win the day of success." As he said that, the porcelain doll leaned slightly, leaned himself against Song Yang, and put his head on Song Yang with his head on Song Yang