Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 195
It was already dark, and it was snowing lightly outside the tent. Facing the Wanyan Lou room where the mutton was roasting on the bonfire, his right eyelid kept twitching.

"Batu, Gao Lihan and the others have been away for too long."

Wanyan Loushi said to his own soldier and also his nephew.

The Ba who stood beside him were all strong and brave fighters, but they didn't like to overthink things, so although they made great achievements in battle, they were still difficult to take on important tasks.

He thought for a while, "Marshal, maybe Gao Lihan and the others are on their way back. The scouts have already been sent out, but there is no return yet."

"Well, to strengthen the security tonight, I have an ominous premonition."

Batu looked solemn, he was full of irrational admiration for Wanyan Loushi, even if Wanyan Loushi told him that tomorrow would be the end of the world, he would believe it without doubt.

Immediately saluted, walked out of the tent, yelled and arranged for defense, kicked and kicked the group of golden soldiers who had fun with the captured women while resting, and ordered everyone to wear armor when they rested at night.

Because it was Wanyan Loushi's order, no matter how dissatisfied Jin Bing was, he dared not disobey the order, and put on armor one after another. In this way, playing with women would not be as enjoyable as it should be.

Not long after, Batu suddenly came to Wanyan Lou's tent with several wounded soldiers, and he and a group of wounded soldiers knelt in front of Lou's room in a panic.

Wanyan Loushi was staring at the bonfire in a daze. Seeing this situation, his heart skipped a beat, and his tone was as cold as snowflakes outside the tent, and he said, "Gao Lihan and the others are completely wiped out?"

The wounded soldier kneeling on the ground raised his head. There were still a few feathered arrows stuck in his back, all of which pierced through the armor and were nailed into the muscles.

There are also people whose arms have been severed and who have lost too much blood, and they are holding their breath here.

"Marshal! This group of Song soldiers...they have artillery!"

Wanyan Lou suddenly stood up, "Cannon? How many?"

"It's not the big one we captured, it's a small one, only this big..."

Immediately the wounded soldier recounted what happened on the battlefield, Wanyan Loushi's face became extremely ugly after hearing this.

The Song Army's ability to manufacture such a small field artillery means that in future field battles, even if they only have infantry, they will be able to confront the sturdy Jurchen fighters head-on, as long as they have enough courage.

"Which army is this Song army in front of you?"

The wounded soldier said: "I can't see their serial numbers, but the military flag has the word Fan written on it!"

The wounded soldier seemed to know a little about Han culture, and he was also a son of aristocrats.

When Wanyan Loushi heard this, his expression became more solemn, and he said to himself, "Fan Zhuoyuan has chased you here? Nianhan didn't notice it at all?"

He clenched his fists, and it was his plan to go south and lure Fan Zhuoyuan's Xiaojie army to swallow them up.

However, he didn't expect that the opponent would bypass his main force and rush towards his own army instead. It seemed that the opponent's purpose was also clear, which was to swallow him completely, so as to severely damage the morale of the Golden Army.

Wanyan Loushi let a few wounded soldiers kneel at the door, and then slowly paced back and forth in the tent, occasionally asking about everything that happened on the battlefield today, especially about the approximate interval between the two cannons.

After knowing the tactics used by Fan Zhuoyuan, he was even more afraid of the new type of field artillery, knowing that the method of charging into the formation commonly used by the Jin army should not be used lightly, otherwise he would definitely end up in the same miserable end.

He said to himself: "[-] cavalry, [-] infantry... The infantry of the Song Dynasty is often not good at riding and fighting. Our soldiers are the best cavalry when they are mounted, and the strongest infantry when they are dismounted.

He had to find a way to eat his cavalry first. Without the cavalry, he would not be afraid of a mere infantry formation.It's just that this is Song land, and if the war lasts for a long time, Song troops from all directions may surround them, and the ants will kill the elephants.

Well, it’s really not good, the whole teacher should be the first..."

Then he turned his head and ordered to the soldiers Batu: "Batu, go down and tell them to keep the most valuable and lightest things. The rest may need to be destroyed tomorrow, including all the children of Caibo!"

Batu said in surprise: "In this way, everyone may be very dissatisfied."

Wanyan Loushi grinned and said, "It's okay to go north with so many burdens, but you can leave the queen by yourself."

The wounded soldiers looked at Wanyan Loushi in surprise, and said in disbelief: "Marshal, don't you want to fight this Song army?"

Wanyan Loushi said slowly: "Our solitary army has gone too far, and we have violated the taboo of military strategists. We originally worried that the Song army was a bunch of idiots, so we did it.

But now that he encountered an unexpected army, he had to be careful all the time.

Of course, it doesn't mean that they won't fight at all. Whether they can fight or not depends on whether they will get into the game tomorrow. If they don't calm down, well, I don't care if I eat this elite team! "

As the night passed, the weather became colder.

In this era, cotton has not been widely spread, and the only thing soldiers can rely on to keep out the cold is thick leather armor.

Fortunately, the camp was well established, and there was always enough supplies to use troops in the interior.

Early in the morning, the two armies separated by twenty miles could already see the smoke rising from each other.

Fan Zhuoyuan got up early in the morning and walked out of the camp. The cooks in each camp had already started to prepare breakfast. Everyone knew that there would be a fierce battle in the future. This might be the last meal for many people in this life. Therefore, the cooks were not polite with the materials and squandered them from Cangzhou Food and grass from the city and nearby manors.

Fan Zhuoyuan came to a smoldering fire last night, set up a pot and cooked mutton noodles.

The mutton is leftover from last night, and it is fully flavored with the sauce. There is no chili in this era, so pepper and ginger slices can be used instead, mixed with minced garlic, green onion, and wild vegetables.

On the other side of the pot, noodles are rolling. The noodles are old noodles. After Fan Zhuoyuan kneaded 49 [-] times with great strength last night, and then after resting and fermenting, the noodles are already rare.

When pulling the noodles, divide the tendons and bones into two, divide into two, divide into four, divide into eight, until it can’t be thinner, then put it into boiling water, count [-] times silently, and then take it out, it is neither old nor raw, enough to keep the gluten Strength.

In the pot on the other side, the mutton soup was warmed overnight by the embers of the bonfire.

Fan Zhuoyuan lifted the lid of the pot, scooped it out immediately, poured it on the noodles, and then spread the mutton with the sauce that had been prepared on it, and stirred it with chopsticks.

The scent made the nearby soldiers' noses twitch and they swallowed their saliva secretly.

Fan Zhuoyuan patted the table and said, "You can eat what you want."

A group of soldiers were overjoyed, pulled up the noodles with joyful faces, and boiled them under the boiling water. After a while, all the stock was wiped out, and they were still unsatisfied.

Fan Zhuoyuan said with a smile in his eyes: "Follow me to kill all the golden dogs today, and I will have enough mutton and wine later!"

The morale of the soldiers was high, and until many years later, some of them still remembered this day. After a night of wind and frost, warming mutton and cooking noodles, they went on the road generously, vowing to kill the gold thief.

(End of this chapter)