An amazing scene was taking place on the land of Liaodong. The Jurchen army had surrounded the camp of the Song Dynasty. Wugunai's hunting plan was successful. The Song Dynasty's army seemed to be in its pocket, surrounded on all sides, leaving only the possibility of a fight with the back.

Wuguna's plan is very simple, to wipe out the soldiers of the Song Dynasty!

He wanted the Song people to know that the Jurchens were not as easy to deal with as the Liao Dynasty, nor were they a soft persimmon that could be slaughtered. The 80,000 Song troops in front of him would pay the price for the stupidity of the Song emperor!

Although there is no question of hatred for taking down his wife, the news that Duofei is in the hands of the Song people is undoubtedly accurate. In Wugunai's heart, just helping Duofei is a big hatred. New and old hatreds must be broken this time.

Crafting camping on the back is a taboo in military strategists. This greatly limits the mobility of the army. Once it is lost, it cannot be withdrawn quickly. Even the Jurchens know such a simple truth, let alone the Song army who has experienced many battles?

But there was no panic in the Song army. Even if it was surrounded by the Jurchens, it still kept preparing for war. The Lishui behind it not only provided sufficient water for the Song army, but also transported food. The canal ships that traveled with the water supply the army every day.

Neither side had the intention to start first. Shi Yuansun was waiting, while Uguna was still waiting. The two sides were in a stalemate, and no one was willing to take the lead in launching an attack. As time went by, the weather became colder.

The battle in winter had an impact on both sides, but Wugunai believed that it had a greater impact on the Song army. The Song army was not familiar with the weather in Liaodong, and people were trembling in winter, and even peeing could form icicles, but this was already common for the Jurchens.

Once the two sides fight, the cold weather will become a great help to the Jurchens, and the combat power of the Song people will inevitably decline!

The weather became colder, but the camp of the Song army seemed to have not changed much. The Jurchen scouts discovered that the Song people were not afraid of the weather in Liaodong, nor did they hide in the military camp.

After sucking his nose, the scout told Uguna about the news, which surprised the Jurchen coalition. Not to mention the Song army, even the Jurchens who were already accustomed to the cold began to feel uncomfortable. Why are the Song people still as good as anyone?

But if he thought so, he would be wrong. In the military camp of the Song Dynasty, the soldiers had already started to wear sweaters. The warmth performance of the sweaters was greatly exerted. There were cotton underwear inside, sweaters were put on the outside, and finally covered with windproof hemp clothes. Then there was a solid armor. Although it was a little bloated, the warmth was beyond words.

Cotton coats, sweaters, linen clothes, and three layers of protection have basically isolated the cold in winter. Even if you patrol outdoors, you won’t feel any discomfort. If you are in a tent in the army, there is nothing to say.

"Aren't the Song people not afraid of the cold?" Some tribal leaders still became suspicious.

But then someone denied it: "Is this impossible! The Song merchants kept calling Leng just as soon as autumn came to the land of my Jurchen, saying that our Jurchens were much colder than the Central Plains, and saying that they couldn't get used to here!"

"But why are those Song soldiers not afraid of the cold at all?"

"This... maybe they wear a lot!"

The scout who was burning in the military tent nodded and said, "What he can wear is indeed thicker than before..."

The Jurchens were not as serious as those of the Song and Liao dynasties. An ordinary scout could cook fire in the military tent. He was from the Wanyan tribe, and Uguna even had a good personal relationship with him...

"Captain Wanyan, we have been besieging the Song army for a long time. Not to mention that food is consumed quickly, the weather is just too fast to bear. When will we have a good time?"

The patriarch of the Heishan tribe could no longer hold back. His tribe was killed the most by the Song army. The flames of anger had already burned in his heart. He had planned to take revenge in this battle, but it was really unhappy to waste it so much.

"What are you anxious about Black Bear? Didn't you see that our Wanyan Clan leader's "makeup plan" has already worked?"

The leader of the Baishan tribe sneered and said, his words expressed the ideas of most Jurchen leaders. It was obvious that Uguna's plan did not pose any threat to the Song people, and delaying time was not a good tactic.

Wugunai's old face turned red. Although this was his miscalculation, who would have thought that the Song people actually had a way to resist the cold?

After being ridiculed by the patriarchs of these tribes, Wugunai shouted: "Tonight, we will storm the Song army at night, and avenge our Jurchen men who died in vain! Those who disobey military orders will be killed without mercy! Those who fear and timid will be killed without mercy!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!..."

A group of Jurchen patriarchs roared, and the entire Jurchen military camp also roared. The Jurchens were never afraid of death. Such a frustrated waiting made them almost ashamed to death.

Outside the Jurchen camp, the scouts of the Song Dynasty also heard the Jurchens' pre-war roar and sneered. The dead wood-colored cloak on their bodies floated in the cold wind, like a huge fallen leaf. He had long been lying not far from the Jurchens' Central Army Camp. The disguise on his body allowed him to integrate into the surrounding environment, and the war horses were farther away...

The information sent to the Scouts to spy on the enemy's army was not only thought of. The Song army has always paid attention to intelligence collection, but the restlessness of the Jurchens clearly told the Song army that they were going to take action?

"Report to General, the Jurchens may have abnormal movements today, and their subordinates saw the Jurchens fighting sounds from outside the Jurchen camp."

Shi Yuansun smiled and said, "Oh? So, the Jurchens can't help it. Okay, let's try again if someone changes his position! I'm afraid someone will attack the camp tonight!"

Sima Zuo Shiyuan in the army smiled and said, "As expected, the Jurchens couldn't help it, but our fleet had not arrived yet..."

"If there is no Rat Three, you can't fight? I'm worried that he will give me a share of military merits! We will win the first victory tonight and ask the officials for the soldiers in our army. He, Rat Three, still doesn't know when, and what the officials think, will let the Jurchen women lead the way for the fleet..."

While he was speaking, a personal soldier was ordered to report: "Report...! Report to the general that the naval fleet has arrived and is stationed at the mouth of Lao Yajiang, three miles away. General Su has sent a small boat to report, and he will come to help at any time with fireworks!"

Nowadays, except for the people you know in the army who can call Shi San, everyone calls him Su San. This is the name given by Zhao Zhen. After all, Shi San is always called Shi San, and it is not a decent thing to call Shi San.

Speaking of Cao Cao, Shi Yuansun smiled bitterly and said, "This guy is really time to come. He has made a profit for the credit. He sent someone to prepare a cannon. Once the Jurchens attacked at night, they will issue an order!"

Zuo Shenyuan nodded and said, "I'll do it now!" The arrival of Shit Three gave him a reassurance. After all, the Jurchens are strong, and one more help will give you a higher chance of winning.
Chapter completed!