Heir and wife

Chapter 162

"Girl, there is no conclusion on this matter yet, so don't be so anxious. Horseshoe prints have been left where the army passed by. According to the judgment of the local herdsmen, it should be some time before the avalanche."

"really?"

Hope flashed in Luo Weitong's eyes, and he quickly judged whether Zhou Yuanke's words were simply lying to comfort her, or they were absolutely true.After a while, she concluded that this statement was probably half true, and the other half was comforting.

"The military situation cannot be faked. I estimate that there is still no news at this moment. It should be an avalanche blocking the mountain road, and the army has not yet come out."

"But I'm not familiar with the terrain there, so Dad and the others probably don't have much food on them."

Luo Weitong's remark is well-founded, because she has lived in Huashou Temple all year round, and she has read a lot of books with the old monk.In many previous dynasties, the people of the Central Plains could not defeat the nomadic peoples outside the customs. When the dynasties were weak, they even had to pay tribute every year and proclaim themselves ministers every year.

Why can't you beat it?In the final analysis, the disparity in troop strength is too great. One side is on horseback, marching like lightning; the other side is walking in the mud, seeing that the enemy has just stretched out their spears, and the side sitting on a tall horse condescending has already run far away and stretched their bows. shoot.

People in the Central Plains are not fools either. If you look hard at it, the grandeur of the palaces and temples, the splendor of clothing, food, housing, and transportation should be far superior to their neighbors in terms of intelligence.Therefore, all dynasties have cavalry, and Emperor Chengyuan, as the emperor on horseback, paid more attention to this aspect.

The problem is that it is not enough to pay attention to some things alone. If you gather all the local horses, you will never be able to catch up with the enemy.Even a long time ago, a capable minister went to the Western Regions to open up the Hexi Corridor, brought bloody horses from the Yuezhi Kingdom, and successfully improved the Central Plains horse breeds.But the horses that grew up in the warm and humid land are just like domestic dogs. When they encounter real wolves that roam wild on the grassland, they will compete with each other.

Closer to home, if the horse's stamina is not enough, then it should bear less weight.Anyway, our infantry is strong, our business is also prosperous, and there is no shortage of supply teams.As usual, it is of course no problem, the cavalry raids bring some dry food, and passing through the city of Daqi to supply supplies will not delay the matter.

The problem is that now that Luo Sihai's soldiers are trapped in the Helan Valley, there is no need to think about where an avalanche will happen, and there must be no wild vegetables to eat.

"You can kill horses when you're hungry."

Zhou Yuanke suggested that although he had never been to the battlefield, he had read many files in Zhenbei Fusi.Different from the memorials of the four parallels and eight lis written to the emperor, these records are not without vividness.

Soldiers are inherently vulgar, and their survival instincts let alone killing horses, drinking blood and eating raw meat, they can even do things like drinking urine.There are even some fierce ones who can even do things like cannibalism.

Of course, this human flesh must not be the deceased wounded soldiers of the main formation, but the captured enemy soldiers who were killed.But after eating, they still came up with a dumbfounding excuse: the saint once said, "If you are not of my race, your heart must be different." Everyone is not of the same race, so how is it different from pigs, cattle, sheep and other poultry?Eat it and eat it, which is so much about it.

"Daddy will never kill a horse."

Luo Weitong said firmly, and explained under Zhou Yuanke's suspicious eyes: "Don't say that the snowy mountains are cold, and you can keep warm by leaning on horses. If you want to come back, you must rely on these horses to get out of trouble."

Now Zhou Yuanke became interested: "How to get out of trouble?"

When he asked this question, most of Luo Weitong's worries disappeared, and he scratched his head and remembered the little things his father had made for her when he was a child.At that time, she had short arms and short legs, so she was often teased by the old monk, and her father would always make some unexpected small objects, and even the old monk was amazed after using them.

"In this avalanche, the road must be impassable. If you want to go back, you have to find another way. No matter whether you take the same road to return, or go over the mountains, you will inevitably pass the snow. I cut the ice and tied it to the horse's leg. So delicate, but barely enough to pull the sled. Down in the swamp, the horses are more useful."

Although what she said was general, Zhou Yuanke was a smart person, and he understood everything strangely when he opened his brain.

"Even if it doesn't work, it's not impossible to cut some wood and use the weapons that the soldiers carry to thin it out and make it into the shape of a bird's wing, so that it can fly down from the mountain."

When it came to the end, the corners of Luo Weitong's lips were raised upwards, every child thought about flying when they were young, and most parents didn't take it seriously, coaxing a few words or making it a joke.Only Dad, after listening to it, really made her a pair of wooden wings, and took it out when she came home next ten days, and the father and daughter had a good time playing.

Then she took it up the mountain and flew down from the top of the waterfall with this object, faster than the old monk's qinggong, so shocked that he even forgot about the peach blossom cake.

(End of this chapter)