Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 27
"General! The Tang army in the camp sent envoys!"

"Messenger? What are these sons of bitches up to?"

"They asked for a truce for half an hour, so that both sides can clean up the battlefield. We can carry away the wounded and corpses. During this period, neither side is allowed to attack the other!"

Sha Zha Xiangru's eyes narrowed dangerously, like a ferocious cat about to pounce on its prey, he was silent for a while, and then said in a deep voice, "Very good, let the messenger come in, let me meet him!"

A few minutes later, a Baekje monk was brought in. It is not difficult to see that he was very scared, but he still tremblingly narrated Tang Jun's suggestion. At the beginning of each sentence, he had to recite "Amitabha". Everyone didn't think there was anything ridiculous about it - being able to finish the sentence under Sha Zha Xiangru's gaze was already very remarkable.

"Then what can the Tang people get? They don't need a truce for half an hour to take in the corpses and wounded!"

"Amitabha, this poor monk doesn't know!" Sancho replied with his head lowered and his eyes fixed on the ground.

Sha Zha Xiangru let out a long breath, even if he didn't look at him, he could feel the emotions of the generals around him - most of them hoped to accept: the previous attack lost too badly, and it would take time to adjust the strategy, and agreed to a truce No loss to yourself.But Sha Zhaxiangru still has a wave of evil fire churning deep in his heart-this gives him a feeling of being played by the enemy.

"Monk!" Sha Zha Xiangru suddenly pulled out his saber and put it on Sancho's neck: "How much benefit did the people of Tang give you for being this messenger?"

Sancho trembled a bit, he could feel the cold blade clinging to his neck, as long as he pulled it lightly, blood would spurt out from the carotid artery: "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, and it doesn't do any good, the poor monk just I don’t want to see so many people just die there, with orphans and widows left alone!”

"Really?" Sha Zha Xiangru observed the monk with great interest. He could feel the fear of the other monk, which made him feel much better. He laughed, and suddenly patted him flat with the knife. Twice Sancho's cheeks: "Okay, you can go back and tell Tang Gou that I agree, and both corpse collection teams are not allowed to carry weapons, with a limit of 100 people!"

There are corpses everywhere on the hillside. The arrows and spears stuck in the soil have become new and terrible crops watered by blood. The corpse collection team of the Baekje people walks through it. Hovering in the sky, falling down from time to time, flapping its wings and flying up when someone approaches.

Yuan Fei walked among the corpses with more than 20 women. They pulled out arrows from the corpses and soil and put them in baskets for the next use.It was the first time he saw so many Baekje people die in front of him, among them there were even a few masters wearing iron leaf armor - he knew very well that one pair of this iron leaf armor was enough to replace ten people like himself A strong slave.And they just lay on the ground without breathing, just like the most despicable cannon fodder.This gave him a strange feeling—maybe these masters were not so different from himself.

Half an hour passed quickly, and the Baekje people piled up the corpses in three places, poured oil on them, piled up firewood and set them on fire.Although the distance was more than a mile, the smell of burnt human flesh still wafted in the wind. Wang Wenzuo covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, but it still made people sick.

"Sanlang, when do you think the Baekje people will attack next?" Liu An asked.

"At least tomorrow, maybe even later!" Wang Wenzuo covered his nose and replied, "There is nothing more frustrating to soldiers than the smell of burning corpses!"

"That's true!" Liu An sighed: "Sanlang, but if this is the case, our side will be too quiet, right?"

Wang Wenzuo turned around, and the faint shouts of killing came from the west. It should be that the Baekje people were attacking the two Tang army barriers outside the west gate of Sibi City. Infiltrate.

"But this may not be a good thing! If I were the general of the Baekje people, I would definitely make better preparations before the next attack, for example—" Wang Wenzuo paused for a moment, and then said: "Listen!"

Liu An listened attentively, and could vaguely hear the clanging sound of logging. Apparently, the Baekje people had learned their lesson and were building more and stronger siege equipment.

"We have to do something, we can't let Baekje people go on like this!"

Sibi City, East Gate.

"So, you want to attack Baekje people at night?" Liu Renyuan said.

"Yes!" Wang Wenzuo tried his best to keep his voice steady, which would be more convincing from a psychological point of view: "To be exact, it is close to dawn, when the enemy sleeps most soundly, and if the enemy is prepared in advance, it will be more convincing when the enemy approaches." At dawn, patience is almost exhausted!"

"That's right!" Liu Renyuan nodded in satisfaction, "The people of Baekje were newly defeated, their morale was low, and they built siege equipment overnight, and the soldiers were exhausted. It is indeed a good time to launch a night attack. Meng, the two camps outside the city of our army have already been captured by him, I'm afraid we won't be able to spare too much energy!"

"Guardian, it is precisely because of the urgent situation at the west gate that we should launch a night attack at the east gate! They beat theirs, and we beat ours. It is better to cut off one finger than to hurt their ten fingers. As long as we defeat the thieves outside the east gate Everyone, the thieves will naturally collapse!"

"It's better to cut off one finger than to hurt ten fingers! Well, well said!" Liu Renyuan's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands in praise: "Wen Zuo's words are very clever, so let's go out tonight and attack the bandits at night. !"

The forest was dark, and the indifferent moonlight was covered by the shadows of the trees. Yuan Fei walked under the shadows, his breath frosted in the air-conditioning.

The snow on the rocks melted and trickled down, turning into small pools in the low-lying places, covered with thin ice, crushed by footsteps.A few weeds sprouted from cracks in the rocks, and here and there a few patches of pale lichen.It is difficult to call these gaps in the forest roads, but with his innate instinct, Yuan Fei can travel through the forest in the dark and reach his destination.

"How far is it?" Shen Faseng asked in a low voice.

"It's not far away! Be quiet and listen carefully!"

Shen Faseng listened attentively. At first he couldn't hear anything except the splashing of water droplets, but gradually he recognized the rhythmic sound from it, and he realized that it was not a natural sound in the woods.

"Is that the voice of a Baekje thief?"

"Well, we are not far from them, but there is no straight road in the forest, and it will take about two quarters of an hour to walk there!"

(End of this chapter)