Qiguan Rang and Wei Ci were rushing over with the main force. At this moment, the two of them were not in the tent.
Sun Wen frowned when he heard this. If it wasn't poisoning or cutting off the water … then …
"My Lord, you mean — the flood?"
What was a flood?
The livestream viewers gave a clearer answer.
Guicai Guo Fengxiao: Ling Xun? It's more common here in the Yellow River. Generally, it was because the lower section of the river was frozen or the ice dam formed by the accumulation of ice, causing the river to be blocked and causing the river to rise. If it was light, it would cause the river to flood, but if it was heavy, it would cause the dam to break and cause a disaster.
Cafeteria Dafan Auntie: "I realized that our streamer is becoming more and more witty. I feel like the retarded Beijiang is going to die soon."
Dajiang Marries Me: "No, if it's a man-made flood, the host is now downstream. Is she going to drown herself?"
How was that possible? Jiang Pengji wanted to crush her opponent to death, not dig a hole to bury herself.
"Now that the weather is so cold, it will take at least a month for the snow to melt. The Yi River was wide and long, with a large difference in height between the upper and lower reaches. It flowed through all the major tribes in the Northern Borderland. If we can create a man-made ice flood and prevent the Yi River from flooding, that would be a great idea. "
The Northern Borderline was a nomadic people. They lived by water, and wherever there was a water source and abundant grass, they would go there.
In other words, if the Yi River burst its dike, the Northern Borderline tribes near the Yi River would suffer.
At this time, a spectator in the live stream remembered a detail and quickly asked in the live stream.
Xie Xingchen: "Streamer, I've carefully looked at the map of the north borderline and Dongqing. It seems that the water of the Yong River will flow into the territory of Dongqing, right? If the upstream Yi River burst its dike and flooded, would the water flow in Dongqing be affected?
It wasn't a problem to flood the Northern Borderline, but he didn't want to drown his own family.
Regarding this problem, Jiang Pengji was not very worried.
Dongqing's water veins were crisscrossed and were quite developed. The overflowing water from the Yi River gushed into Dongqing. After many divergences, the impact was not great.
Feng Zhen rubbed his chin and said, "Even so, the three tribes of the North Borderline have lived here for a long time. How could they not even know about Ling Xun?"
The herdsmen of the Northern Borderline were very dependent on this water source. Their ancestors had been dealing with this river for generations.
If the people of Dongqing depended on the Heavens to eat, then the people of the North borderline depended on the rivers to eat.
Once the river dries up or floods overflow, the tribes living along the river will suffer.
If there were any changes in the Yi River, they would definitely be able to detect it immediately. They were far more experienced than them.
Sun Wen furrowed his brows and said, "Zi Shi's worries are not without reason …"
If their intentions were discovered by the enemy one step ahead of them, no matter how powerful the plan was, it would be greatly reduced and would not be able to achieve the desired effect.
The reason why he was able to achieve such an unexpected result was because the information on both sides was not on the same level.
Feng Zhen looked at the Yi River Channel with a thoughtful expression. His eyes narrowed slightly, and there seemed to be a flash of inspiration in them.
The Yi River was not the only river in the Northern Borderline. If they were to occupy the upstream to intercept the water, no matter how stupid they were, they would not stay in the same place.
Based on the Northern Borderline's understanding and rich experience of the Yi River, it was quite possible for them to discover the preemptive opportunity to create a man-made ice flood.
Once they lost the initiative, their advantage would turn into a disadvantage.
In that case … it would be better to cut off the water upstream to ensure the normal flow of the Black River and store water upstream at the same time?
When this idea popped up, Feng Zhen couldn't help but think in that direction. As he thought about it, he simulated the feasibility of it.
After a while, Feng Zhen said, "There really is a plan —"
While Jiang Pengji and the others were discussing in the tent, the Northern Borderline camp was also in a heated debate.
After all, the Northern Borderline was fighting on their home ground. The speed at which they gathered their troops and set up camp was much faster than Jiang Pengji's.
The scouts returned with news.
Jiang Pengji's army was gathering 20 miles away from the camp. The main force had not arrived yet.
Hearing this news, Wu Liba's entire body trembled. He hurriedly stepped forward to speak.
"The Liu Clan has a large number of soldiers and generals. I heard that the soldiers in the tent are all elites who have been meticulously trained. If we allow their 100,000 strong army to gather, they will certainly be a great threat to us. In my opinion, the acting king should give the order. While the Liu Clan's army has not arrived, we should attack first and catch them off guard. As long as we successfully defeat their elite vanguard, the morale of the Liu Clan's army will be greatly reduced! "
In ancient wars, morale was one of the key factors that determined the outcome of a war.
If morale was high, even eunuchs could chase hens.
If morale was low, three to five strong men could be chased by rookies.
As long as they defeated Jiang Pengji's elite vanguard and severely damaged her morale, would the warriors of the Northern Borderline be afraid of her 100,000 elites?
I forgot to mention that during a war, the armies of both sides liked to report their numbers.
An army of a million might only have a little more than 500,000, rounded up to a million.
The Northern Borderline claimed to have 500,000 men, but in reality, there were only 180,000 of them. Among them, 80,000 of the militia were conscripted at the last minute.
The Liu Clan had raised the flag of 150,000 men …
Hmm, judging by one's own strength, perhaps there were only 50,000 or 60,000?
Wu Liba's suggestion was more sensible. Although the combat power of the Northern Borderline's cavalry was less than 30% of its peak, they were not afraid of sneak attacks.
Unfortunately, Wu Liba had a political enemy, the commander-in-chief. Haruncha would not agree to his suggestion.
Haruncha suggested that the acting king defend and not fight. They should wait for the Liu Clan's troops to weaken and their morale to drop before waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.
After all, the acting king was personally leading the army. If they attacked rashly and the king's safety was threatened, who would bear the responsibility?
How could they switch from defense to offense?
Wu Liba's face was ashen. He cursed Haruncha in his heart.
Defend my ass! Liu Xi's vanguard only had about 20,000 to 30,000 men. How could they be afraid with such a small number of people? Go home and find your mother to drink milk!
Wu Liba was so angry that he wanted to flip the table. However, he did not have the final say in the camp, much less Haruncha. It was the acting king who had the final say.
Because the Ninth Prince was afraid of death, he wanted to lead the army personally to prevent his brothers from ambushing him while the Imperial Court was empty.
However, he was still afraid of death when he reached the army camp. He was afraid that the general in charge of the military would lead the troops to rebel against him.
In order to restrict everyone's military power, he directly gave a stupid order — —
Any military advance or retreat must be reported to the higher-ups, and must not act arbitrarily!
What did this mean?
In layman's terms, it was — —
All matters of war, no matter how big or small, had to be told to him and let him make the decision. You guys can't make the decision yourselves!
'F * ck! F * ck!
Hearing this order, Haruncha and Wu Liba felt their balls ache.
Did they not know what fleeting opportunities meant?
Everything had to be done with the acting king's approval. Liu Xi had already led his troops to attack the Yellow Dragon and stabbed the Imperial Court!
The acting king did not care what they thought. The world was big, but his own safety was the most important.
What Haruncha said made sense. He was conservative and steady, but Wu Liba's suggestion was also very tempting.
The acting king had just taken office and his prestige was not stable. He urgently needed a victory to establish his prestige, no matter how big or small.
"This matter — — let me think about it. I will give you an answer in two hours at the earliest."
Wu Liba: "…"
Two hours?
Hurry my ass!
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