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Chapter 1143

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"Bah, those bastards are so good at running …"

The enemies were jumping up and down, and they were running everywhere. They were about to surround them several times, but they just slipped away.

It was fine if it was only once or twice, but it was the same every time!

Han Yu and the others were calm, but the soldiers were getting impatient. Their anger was rising, as if they had eaten a bomb.

"Stop talking. If Commandant Xie or Military Advisor Han hears you, they'll have to suffer because of you."

When Han Yu mentioned Han Yu and Xie Ze, his comrade finally stopped talking, but he didn't look good. He looked like a stone in a latrine pit.

Although Han Yu didn't hear the sound himself, he could see that the morale of the army was getting lower and lower.

Xie Ze was anxious as he saw it.

He really wondered if Yang Si and the others had installed a pair of Wind Fire Wheels under their feet and were playing with them everywhere.

They were so close to catching turtles in a jar several times. They always got out of trouble in a way that was beyond ordinary people's normal thinking.

Are they addicted to playing hide and seek?

In contrast, Han Yu was much calmer. He didn't look anxious at all.

Xie Ze wanted to say it several times, but he swallowed it after a few hesitations.

Until now, Xie Ze finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He frowned worriedly, "Military Counselor Han, the morale of our soldiers is low. If this goes on, I'm afraid there will be trouble."

"In the long run?" Han Yu asked, "How long do you think this' long run 'will last, Commandant Xie?"

Xie Ze was stunned for a moment. He was about to blurt it out, but he suddenly realized something and couldn't help but be stunned.

Han Yu was smiling, but his eyes were cold. His tone was as calm as ever, as if Yang Si's hide-and-seek and flying kites didn't cause him any confusion. He said, "They are traveling light and can't carry much food. An army of more than ten thousand is not a small number, and the daily rations are an extremely large number. Even if everyone brings rations, how many days can one person carry? "

They were chasing from behind, while Yang Si and the others were running in front.

Because of the warning of the fire beacon, Yang Si and the others couldn't hide their tracks, so they couldn't stay in one place for too long.

They could only keep changing positions, marching and hiding in order to avoid the scouts.

Being tense and running for their lives for a long period of time had imperceptibly increased the soldiers' need for food and further depleted their morale.

The rations that could support them for four to five days might not even last two days.

Looking at the situation, it seemed that Yang Si was playing with them, but the first to collapse was definitely the side with a shortage of food.

Yang Si and the others did not have the support of the grain line, so they would not be able to hold on for long.

Either they were too hungry to fight, or they had to break out of the encirclement before starvation killed them. The two armies clashed head-on.

"Lieutenant Xie, you don't have to be anxious, because your enemy is even more anxious than you."

Han Yu was very patient. He exerted pressure on Yang Si and the others at a steady pace, forcing them to increase the frequency of their escape, which further increased their physical exhaustion. This was both a psychological attack and a competition of endurance between the two armies. Whoever lost their composure first would lose.

Yang Si's combat style was bold and unrestrained. His thoughts were always different from others, and he was somewhat imaginative.

Han Yu, on the other hand, was steady and sure. He conformed to the rules, but he didn't stick to the traditional way of thinking. He was meticulous and steady, and he was very calm.

Just as Han Yu expected, Yang Si's side encountered the predicament of food shortage, and they could only hold on for one more day.

After that day, they could only fill their stomachs with water for the rest of the time.

Seeing this, Qin Gong's young face was dyed with worry.

"Lieutenant Qin, why are you so anxious?" Looking at his pale little face, Yang Si couldn't bear to stand by and watch. He waved at Qin Gong, indicating that he should come over and rest, and not be so tense all the time. "Come, come, come, sit down and talk. Here is a bag of water, drink it to quench your thirst. "

Qin Gong thanked Yang Si for his kindness.

He was a general, and his physical fitness was much better than Yang Si, who was a scholar.

At present, not only was there a shortage of food, but there was also a shortage of water. It was better to keep Yang Si's water bag for himself.

Qin Gong couldn't help but say, "Military Counselor Yang, you are really not anxious at all …"

Yang Si said, "In a day or two, we will run out of water and food. How can I not be anxious?"

Qin Gong carefully looked at his expression and said strangely, "If military counselor is anxious, how can you be so calm?"

Yang Si asked in reply, "Is it possible that if I am anxious, food and water will appear out of thin air?"

Qin Gong: "…"

This was the first time he heard someone say the words "broken jar" in such a righteous and confident manner.

Qin Gong said, "There is a shortage of food, and morale is shaken. In the end, won't we still become the enemy's turtles in a jar?"

Yang Si smiled as he looked at Inspector Cheng Yuan and said, "It's true that there is a shortage of food, but the shaken morale is exaggerated."

Qin Gong was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized something.

For an ordinary army, even if there was only half a month left, the morale of the army would be in a state of collapse, much less a day's supply.

As the food shortage approached, there would inevitably be soldiers who deserted or were afraid to fight.

The longer time dragged on, the more deserters there would be. This was almost unavoidable.

To give a ready-made example …

Xu Fei had been besieged in Mountain Urn City for several months. The "Water Soldiers" he had recruited were the first to escape. As time passed, their number reached more than 30,000. They fled in all directions, became bandits, and harmed the people. After that were the soldiers who were qualified to lead the army, and then the trusted troops. Those who were willing to stay and live and die with the army in times of danger were basically all loyal elites.

Qin Gong had been tense for the past few days, and did not notice this for a while.

The army of more than 10,000 had fled east and west for several days, and their food and fodder were getting increasingly scarce. The soldiers under them had not reported any deserters.

This, this was simply impossible!

Yang Si saw that he was in a trance, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer.

"I have said before, my lord, that you are leading 10,000 elites. They must be genuine elites."

Qin Gong's heart was touched, and he could not say a word for a long time.

"But, but … I have disappointed my lord …"

Qin Gong knew how rare it was to have 10,000 elites. They had all been built with a lot of money, food, and a lot of effort.

Losing 10,000 at once, Qin Gong would not be able to make up for it even if he plucked off his own brain.

"What does this have to do with you? If you want to blame someone, blame Qiguan Wenzheng. His declaration caught us off guard, and we became the fish in the moat. " Yang Si secretly grinned. If he was lucky enough to survive, he would definitely beat up Qiguan Rang's house and make him compensate.

Qin Gong thought that Yang Si was comforting him, and he could not get rid of the guilt in his heart.

He did not expect Jiang Pengji to place such high hopes on him right from the start. This trust made his heart feel sour, but at the same time very warm.

Qin Gong endured it and racked his brain to find another topic to talk about.

For a general, there was no greater sense of accomplishment than training a fierce army of tigers and wolves.

He wanted to know who trained these ten thousand elites behind him.

This question was a little difficult …

"Everyone has a share …" Yang Si said uncertainly, "Moreover, the birth of the elites is not all due to one person."

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