The Yi River was one of the top rivers in the Northern Borderland.
The width of the Yi River near the camp of the Northern Frontier was more than five miles, which was about two thousand five hundred meters.
Jiang Pengji's army was stationed on the east bank of Yi River, while the army of the Northern Borderline was stationed on the west bank. The two armies faced each other across the river.
Wu Liba suggested that the acting king take advantage of the time when Jiang Pengji's Vanguard Battalion had just arrived and had yet to converge with the main army to forcefully cross the river and launch a sneak attack.
Harrencha, however, made a completely opposite suggestion. He hoped to hold their ground and not fight, waiting for the enemy's morale to weaken before fighting again.
The former made sense and poked the Acting King's itch, but the latter was more reliable. The Acting King hesitated for a moment.
"There's no point in scheming with him —"
Wu Liba left the commander's tent. He was so angry that his eyes turned black and he almost vomited blood.
Why were the sons of the ambitious King of the Northern Borderline so afraid of death?
Harrenza's back foot came out.
He laughed coldly. "Congratulations in advance, General Wu Liba. I'm afraid that the King will accept your suggestion …"
Wu Liba secretly clenched his fists, resisting the urge to punch Harrencha's face. This old fellow's words were too sarcastic.
"Traitor Liu is no ordinary person. He has countless advisors around him. If I miss this opportunity … Two hours later, the Acting King will agree to switch from defense to offense. I'm afraid that Traitor Liu has already prepared a countermeasure." The battlefield was ever-changing. If he missed this opportunity, he might lose.
Jiang Pengji led the Vanguard Battalion to the east bank of the Yi River. There were only slightly more than 30,000 troops, so they could be completely annihilated.
The 30,000-strong vanguard army had experienced a long journey and had exhausted a lot of their physical strength. This was the moment when their combat power was at its weakest.
If they had accepted his suggestion earlier, they might have been able to cross the river and launch a sneak attack under the cover of the morning mist.
Now?
Wait another two hours?
Even if the Acting King agreed, it would still take two hours for the troops to cross the river. If the efficiency was lower, it might even take four hours.
By that time, the mist on the surface of the river would have dispersed. Would they be able to cross the river and launch a sneak attack?
This was like sending a moving human target to the enemy!
Hehe, they could sit down and have a picnic, eat breakfast, and take a nap. While they were at it, they could get into formation to face the enemy. Sneak attack?
Wu Liba resisted the urge to vomit blood.
F * ck, I really can't carry these stupid teammates!
Even if he was fully equipped, he would not be able to carry it!
When he said two hours, he meant two hours, not a second more or less.
The Acting King's choice dilemma flared up. After wasting two hours, he finally made up his mind to follow Wu Liba's suggestion and cross the river to launch a sneak attack!
With regards to this, Wu Liba could only chuckle in response — on the surface he chuckled, but on the inside he was cursing.
If Wu Liba's opponent was not Jiang Pengji but someone else, he might still be able to make it.
Unfortunately, Wu Liba's opponent was Jiang Pengji. The strategists under Jiang Pengji were all shrewd.
Looking around, he realized that he was surrounded by useless teammates.
Looking at his opponents, they were all Gods.
"We've already missed the golden opportunity. Let's wait for nightfall —" Wu Liba swallowed the thick phlegm that was rolling down his throat. He had no choice but to restrain himself. Otherwise, he was afraid that he would grab the Acting King's shoulder and spit this thick phlegm on the other party's face. "The mist on the surface of the river has already dispersed. Sneak attacks won't be of much use."
On the east bank of the Yi River, in the Liu Family's camp.
Jiang Pengji and a few strategists spread out cloth on the banks of the Yishui River for a picnic. Feng Zhen was still happily drinking wine.
"Zai Dao has foresight. They really didn't cross the river for a sneak attack …"
At first, he saw traces of troop movements in the enemy's main camp. Then, it became quiet again. It was obvious that they had given up on crossing the river for a sneak attack.
Tsk, it made him nervous for a while.
Sun Wen looked at the scene in front of him. He resisted the twitching of his eyebrows and said expressionlessly, "If Wu Liba was the commander-in-chief and the Acting King of the Northern Borderline didn't personally lead the army into battle, or if he chose to delegate power to Wu Liba, I'm afraid that the army of the Northern Borderline would have crossed the river more than two hours ago."
If that was the case, why would they still be eating breakfast by the river?
"But the reality is that the Acting King of the Northern Borderline is personally leading the army into battle, and the commander-in-chief is Wu Liba's political enemy — I can't take it anymore, I'm laughing so hard my stomach hurts …"
Feng Zhen laughed and almost choked on the wine. He had no choice but to laugh …
Wu Liba, the wise man of the Northern Borderline, was too pitiful.
If Wu Liba could seize the opportunity to cross the river and launch a sneak attack, even if the troops were prepared, they might be caught unprepared.
They might not be completely annihilated, but it was inevitable that they would suffer some losses.
Don't think that suffering a small loss was nothing. If the main forces of the two armies suffered a small loss before the battle began, the morale of the army would drop by a large margin.
Sun Wen had been a multi-faceted spy in the Northern Borderline. He had thoroughly studied the temperaments of the main characters.
No matter how powerful Wu Liba was, he was bound to be tricked by a group of arrogant and stupid teammates who would only hold him back.
"Don't be arrogant in victory, don't be discouraged in defeat. Moreover, we haven't won yet. It's not time for us to be arrogant." Jiang Pengji warned Feng Zhen to prevent him from acting recklessly. She said calmly, "We missed this opportunity today, but there's another one tonight. Be careful."
If they still didn't launch a sneak attack at night, hmm hmm … Not to mention Feng Zhen, she would also pity Wu Liba.
Jiang Pengji smiled and squinted her eyes. She said, "Oh right, how are things going on Zixiao's side?"
Feng Zhen restrained the wanton look on his face, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
"Rest assured, my lord. The timing is just right …"
"If wisdom is not enough, then we'll conquer it with force," Jiang Pengji said. "Tonight, we'll teach the Northern Borderline how to fight a war!"
If wisdom was not enough, then we'll conquer it with force? Teach the Northern Borderline how to fight a war?
In terms of arrogance, there was probably no one more arrogant than this lord.
Sun Wen thought about it silently.
Jiang Pengji didn't like to waste time in battles. Her biggest characteristic was her rapid pace.
If the quality of the soldiers she led was average, an overly fast pace would easily cause the order of the battle to be disjointed, and they would become a burden instead.
It was different now. Her soldiers had been painstakingly trained for several years. Apart from training every day, they were the elites of the elites.
In the words of the audience in the streaming room, even in the Hua nation's army, their average standard was above average.
To Jiang Pengji, they were still a group of rookies, but to this era, they were mighty troops that would shock the world!
They had kept a low profile, bided their time, and trained their horses and soldiers for several years, just waiting for today's battle!
Jiang Pengji led 30,000 vanguards to the battlefield. According to her usual thinking, the rest of the main force should only arrive in three or four days.
Most of the vanguard battalion was cavalry. They were fast and mobile.
Most of the main force was infantry and logistics, so their speed was naturally slow.
Little did they know that Jiang Pengji wasn't someone who played her cards according to logic.
At this moment.
The surface of Yishui Lake was dark. A thin fog gradually rose, and both sides of the lake were shrouded in the dark night.
It was the time when people were sound asleep and their alertness was at its lowest.
Jiang Pengji sat in the main tent with her eyes closed. She seemed to be taking a nap. The audience in the streaming room was bored and sent bullet screens, imagining the future.
Changxing Luoyue: "If the streamer becomes the empress who unifies the world in the end, will today's battle be recorded in the history books?"
Kakara: "It definitely will! This is Yishui in the Northern Borderline. Maybe it will be the famous Battle of Yishui? "
Xiaoshou Wushuang: "Battle of Yishui? No, isn't this name too perfunctory? "
The audience chatted on and off. The voice of Li Yun, the captain of the vanguard battalion, sounded from outside the tent.
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