The winter wind blew in the Wilderness all the time. The wind might not be strong, but it was like a comb piercing deep into one's clothes, taking away the warmth of one's body. Mo Shanshan was still wearing that thin white dress. The dark blue belt around her waist was like a deep lake, forming a strong contrast with her flat and unfocused eyes.
Her ink-like eyebrows slowly raised as she looked at Ning Que and asked, "You killed their general. Aren't you worried that the Yan cavalry will hate you and not contribute in the battle, or even surrender to the Horse Gang?"
"Cultivating trusted officers in the army would definitely harm the interests of the lower-ranked soldiers. So the dead general's relationship with the cavalry is not very good, especially since they are from the Yan Kingdom. I am a Tang, I know this very well. "
Ning Que used his fingers to carefully check if the straw ropes on the hilts of the three swords were strong. He lowered his head and replied, "When I killed the Yan general and subdued the officers, the 200 Yan cavalry were indeed angry, but not sad. That is to say, they are not sad. This anger is more from fear and uneasiness."
Mo Shanshan looked at the bamboo hat that covered most of his face and said, "They are afraid of you … fear makes people want to stay away. Perhaps it is because of this that they might surrender to the Horse Gang."
"As a soldier, even if you are a weak soldier from the Yan Kingdom, surrendering to the Horse Gang is a very difficult decision. But such a decision requires thinking, and thinking requires a relaxed mental environment."
Ning Que raised his head and looked at the Horse Gang who were still patrolling in the Wilderness but did not attack. He said, "The situation is too tense now. Arrows can fall on their heads at any time. The Yan Kingdom's cavalry have no time or environment to think. They are like a herd of wild horses that have lost their leader. As long as one horse rushes out, they will follow it blindly. What I want is for them to follow blindly. "
Mo Shanshan looked at his profile and asked, "You were in the army before?"
Ning Que nodded.
Mo Shanshan gently stroked the hair on her cheek and said after a moment of silence, "Being with you, I can indeed learn a lot."
Ning Que looked at her and smiled. He said, "You are welcome. What you can learn from me is actually not good. If possible, I hope that I will never have the chance to learn these things in my life."
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After losing their high and mighty generals and officers who only knew how to suck up to them, the two hundred Yan cavalrymen were not that sad. They were just a little angry. And it was precisely because they had lost their leaders that their anger quickly turned into helplessness. In the end, they just quietly obeyed.
Any army that was good at fighting must have its own unique temperament. Unfortunately, the Yan army did not have such temperament. If it were any other Tang army, they would not have obediently obeyed the enemy's command after their general was killed.
Ning Que was very satisfied with the unique temperament of the Yan army.
He did not appear in front of the curtain to personally command. Instead, he passed down the orders through Mo Shanshan's carriage. Zhuo Zhihua and the other three disciples of Black Ink Garden temporarily replaced the positions of the Yan military officers. They reorganized the camp, recalled the sentries, and strengthened the defense. All the orders were carried out as quickly as possible. No one, including the Yan cavalry, had any complaints. The order and atmosphere were even better than before.
The grain team continued their journey north with over six hundred Horse Gang following them. According to the orders from the carriage, the speed of the entire grain team was precisely controlled within a certain range. They were constantly changing their speed, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Although this was undoubtedly a torture for the Yan cavalry and the people driving the carriages, they still managed to persevere and caused some trouble for the Horse Gang.
The most dangerous part of the twilight was spent in silence. The grain team dragged into a long line and wearily entered a low-lying area in the Wilderness. The sky was already dark and the light was blurry.
The so-called low-lying area was due to the rising meadows on both sides. In the dark, one could not see the end of it. It was like the mountain valleys in the South, just that the terrain was slightly gentler and not as steep.
The dozens of Yan cavalrymen who were leading the way were surprised when they heard the whistle from behind. The whistle meant that the grain team had decided to set up camp here.
Anyone with some military knowledge would not choose to set up camp in such a low-lying area. There were meadows on both sides of the low-lying area. If the hundreds of Horse Gang used the terrain to rush down, the grain team would be stretched into a long line. The fragile defense would be broken in a short time. It was extremely dangerous.
Then, the latest orders came from the carriage. The grain team was to form a formation and break the carriage boards to act as a shield. However, they did not ask the people to dig pits or set up tripping ropes in the dark areas on both sides. It gave the impression that the people in the carriage had given up on defense and were waiting for the Horse Gang to attack.
The last rays of twilight came from the sky, reflecting the blood of the dying struggle. The low-lying area where the grain team set up camp was already dark. One could vaguely see people hurriedly dismantling the carriage boards and smoke rising from the kitchen.
Suddenly, the smoke that had just risen not too high suddenly stopped, as if it was frozen by the cold air. The busy people raised their heads to look at the meadow on their left. Their bodies suddenly stiffened and there was silence.
Hundreds of Horse Gang appeared on the meadow a few hundred feet away. This was the closest the Horse Gang had been to the grain team in the past few days. The black mass of Horse Gang controlled the reins and stood indifferently above. Under the light of the setting sun, it looked like a dense forest that was burning fiercely, giving off an extremely strong sense of oppression.
Ning Que lifted his bamboo hat a little and looked at the Horse Gang in a strict formation on the meadow. He slowly frowned. He noticed that the Horse Gang today was more disciplined and more silent. None of the Horse Gang rode their horses to provoke them.
He noticed that there were more than ten riders at the front of the Horse Gang.
The reason why he said there were more than ten riders was because he was sure that these ten or so horse bandits with their faces covered had never appeared in his line of sight in the past few days. This meant that these ten or so horse bandits had just arrived today, and the alarming change in the ranks of the horse bandits was due to the arrival of these horse bandits.
"Even if they are not the representatives of the forces behind them, these ten riders should be the ones in charge." Ning Que looked at the Horse Gang who were pointing at the camp with their horsewhips. He looked at the cloth that covered their faces and said in a low voice, "If there is a chance, think of a way to kill these ten riders. Maybe we can get out of this."
Mo Shanshan stood beside his shoulder and looked indifferently in that direction. She said, "You once said that the Horse Gang's target is not the grain. Killing people to intimidate them will not work."
"The Horse Gang is the Horse Gang. The Horse Gang that is kept by others is still the Horse Gang. They are more afraid of death than anyone else. And I believe that whether it is the palace or the Prince of Yan, if they want to keep so many Horse Gang in the Wilderness, they have to keep them separately."
Ning Que looked at her and said, "This means that these Horse Gang do not belong to each other. They only listen to the leader of the Horse Gang who just arrived today. Kill these people and the Horse Gang will definitely lose their fighting spirit."
Then, he looked at her and added seriously, "Again, you are the strongest person in the whole team. So you must not fight until the last moment. Otherwise, it will be a waste."
Mo Shanshan's eyelids drooped slightly. Her sparse long eyelashes rested on her fair skin, reflecting the last rays of the setting sun. She was very beautiful. Her slightly puffed cheeks were very cute, but her silence was unbearable.
Ning Que ignored her and took the heavy package off the back of the Big Black Horse. He stuffed it into the horse carriage behind him and said seriously, "The things in the package are very important to me. Keep them safe for me."
Mo Shanshan raised her head and looked at him. She said, "Your secret?"
Ning Que said, "That's right."
"You seem to have a lot of secrets."
"You have many too." Ning Que said.
Mo Shanshan squinted her eyes and asked, "Why are you not worried about the Horse Gang's night attack along the way?"
Ning Que looked at her squinted eyes and the beautiful little wrinkles at the corner of her eyes. He could not help but think of the leaves of a certain plant, like a willow?
"The reason is very simple. It is because it is difficult to find the hidden property of the caravan at night. They wait until the day to search, but they are afraid that the border army will see the warning and come to search. Moreover, a night attack will reduce their riding and archery skills. Their most incisive methods will be reduced, and this is something that the Horse Gang cannot bear. It is rare for them to follow us for so many days.
Mo Shanshan slightly raised her eyebrows and said, "Since it is rare, why can't they launch a night attack?"
Ning Que found that he could easily be defeated by this girl in white. After a moment of silence, he said, "These are the principles that the ancestors of the Horse Gang summed up with blood and death. They will not deviate from them."
"Or it can be said that they do not want to deviate from them, because it is already an instinct that is deeply rooted in their bones." Ning Que looked at her and said, "Just like when you write a talisman, you do not need to think about how to write that talisman. The ink brush in your hand will make a choice in advance before your thinking and move on its own."
Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly and asked, "You also know talisman?"
Ning Que smiled gently and answered, "A little."
Perhaps it was because of the impending battle, or perhaps it was because the twilight was too beautiful and the night was too close, but in his eyes, Mo Shanshan had become much more pleasing to the eye. Although her gaze was still proud, cold and dull, he thought to himself that with her reputation and status in the world, it was only right.
At the same time, Mo Shanshan also felt that this young Tang man had become more pleasing to the eye.
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That night, Ning Que spent the night with the Yan cavalry at the back of the group. He ordered the Yan cavalry to sleep with his horse and was not allowed to take off their armor. He also put on a light armor of the Yan army.
"Reinforcements are on the way. As long as we can last until noon, we will win."
Beside the bonfire, he looked at the confused and even numb Yan cavalry and said seriously.
There was finally a change in the Yan cavalry's expression. There was a glimmer of hope in their eyes.
Ning Que did not know if there would be reinforcements. He only knew that the Horse Gang would definitely attack the next morning. If the situation was not right, he would not hesitate to ride the Big Black Horse and escape.
But he could not forget to bring his bag. Hmm, he should also bring Cat Girl and Zhuo Zhihua … Mo Shanshan should also … It seemed that there were too many things and people to bring.
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(Completed on Monday, continue tomorrow. Hmm, I seem to have promised too many days.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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