Wangcheng Valley.

The two armies fought fiercely for a long time, and finally retreated temporarily due to the dissatisfaction of the heads of the wealthy families.

The two sides took this avenue as a boundary and started a confrontation.

Between the valley mouth.

At this time, it became the headquarters of the Han and Qiang coalition forces.

The commander-in-chief, Zhao Tong, exchanged greetings with Yang Wanwan, the prince of Baima Qiang, and then got to the point.

"At present, the enemy is still stationed at the bottom of the valley, and the forces have not suffered heavy losses. If both of us stop our troops."

"I'm afraid this bloody battle will have no meaning at all."

"We still have to regroup and attack again to severely injure Cao's army."

Some extremely solemn words were spoken.

Zhao Tong's expression suddenly no longer looked as relaxed as before, but instead became very serious.

This statement just fell into place.

Yang Wanwan on the side also nodded frequently to show his agreement.

Both of them knew it well.

Why insist on using the terrain here to launch a large-scale attack against Cao's army?

Its main purpose was to severely damage Cao's military strength.

It was inevitable that he would be able to catch his breath and be attacked by the army one after another.

But the goal has not been achieved yet.

Naturally, it's not time to withdraw our troops yet.

Since both parties had an understanding, no one suggested that they should disperse.

At this time, Zhao Tong fell into deep thought again.

After about a moment, the prince Yang Wanqian next to him did not look so nervous. Instead, he showed a bit of a smile and said:

"Actually, General Zhao, you don't have to be in such a hurry. It's not difficult to inflict heavy damage on the enemy this time."

In one word.

Zhao Tongyi couldn't help but look at him sideways. There was still a trace of doubt in his expression. He was still guessing whether the other party had some countermeasures. After thinking about it, he raised his hands and asked:

"Oh? Prince, do you have a good strategy to defeat the enemy?"

"I hope you can come and tell me about it?"

"Haha." As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Wanwan smiled heartily on his face. It took him a while to explain: "Actually, it's not a good idea."

"Just after hearing the news that most of the enemy's main forces are heading towards Wangcheng Valley in an attempt to annihilate all the elite men under Xiandi's command, I feel that the enemy camp must be extremely empty at this time."

"Therefore, when we mobilized troops from the tribe to arrive here, we also sent a group of troops along the remaining trails in order to secretly raid the enemy camp."

When the words fell here, although his face did not show much joy, the pride on his face betrayed him.

After finishing his words, Zhao Tong still couldn't understand what he meant. His eyes moved slightly for a moment and he said slowly: "According to this, the main force of Cao's army stationed here may not be long before they receive the urgent military information from the camp.

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"By then, the morale of the enemy's troops will be greatly affected, and it will also be the time for us to launch a large-scale attack."

The words settled.

Zhao Tong's expression suddenly became resolute, and his left hand holding the scabbard immediately pulled out the sharp sword from his waist and said sternly:

"At that time, we must not leave easily."

Just one word.

Prince Yang Wanwan seemed to be infected by his heroic spirit.

For a moment, I felt a little bit excited.

only.

The slight doubt remaining on his face still made him couldn't help but ask: "But General Zhao, why are you so sure that the enemy's camp will be attacked?"

"Will the morale of the various departments under his main force be affected?"

Say it in one word.

Looking at his suspicious face, Zhao Tong did not mince words and slowly explained: "Prince, you only know one, but not the other."

"Before this battle, according to the military information obtained by the people sent by my brother, the current main force of Cao's army is except for the various garrisons stationed in Longxi."

"The vast majority of the soldiers are rural soldiers temporarily recruited by the Cao family and private soldiers under the command of various wealthy families."

As soon as he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, and then responded in a deep voice: "Why did the enemy army suddenly retreat to the north when they were in the middle of a fierce battle with you and my army?"

"Why is this?"

"This is precisely because the wealthy families saw that their private armies were suffering increasingly heavy losses and were unable to do anything to our army, so they unanimously forced them."

"As the saying goes, there is an old saying: once you gain momentum, it will weaken again, and then it will be exhausted. The enemy's army was already in full swing with our army, but they retreated under heavy pressure."

"This in itself is a severe blow to the fighting spirit of our soldiers."

"If the camp is attacked again, even though there are many elite soldiers in Cao's army, they will not be able to withstand such a big blow."

"At that time, our two armies will join hands to launch a counterattack again, and the enemy's morale will be reduced."

A series of words came to an end.

Zhao Tong's analysis is also reasonable and well-founded.

The prince on the other side, Yang Wanwan, nodded his head one after another, with a hint of respect rising in his eyes.

He really didn't expect it.

Zhao Tong is only so young.

His knowledge of military strategy is so profound.

He was extremely impressed.

Although in recent months, Zhao Tong's reputation has gradually spread throughout the surrounding Qiang lands since he participated in the Wolf Qiang's single-handed wheel battle against Qiang warriors and tamed the wolf totem - the White Wolf King - with his bare hands.

For such a legendary Han army general.

Yang Wanwan has always wanted to make friends with heroes in the world, so he naturally heard about it!

But everything is worse than being famous.

Before the two met, he had no idea who the Han general with such talent was.

But now after talking to each other face to face.

He is now completely impressed by it.

Deep in my heart, I felt great respect for him.

He had a premonition.

If Zhao commanded his troops to stay in Liangzhou for several years.

Perhaps its prestige will definitely not be as good as that of Ma Chao in the past.

Even replacing him as a new generation of mighty generals is not impossible.

For a moment, Yang Wanwan stared at Zhao Tong's figure silently, but his chest was full of daydreams.

The two people in the valley were discussing intensely on how to severely injure the enemy.

On the other side, Cao Jun's formation.

At this time, soldiers from all departments were taking a rest in order to fight again.

Generals Dai Ling, Zhao Ang and other generals were gathering together to discuss how to attack next.

"Now the situation has changed. If there is another fierce battle with them, it will be the Shu and Qiang coalition forces that occupy the favorable terrain in the Wangcheng Valley."

"But I don't know what you guys think about the upcoming battle. Feel free to tell us."

Just one word.

Zhao Ang looked around and couldn't help but take a look at the faces of the generals around him, and found that they all looked slightly depressed.

I knew that this sudden retreat would have a huge impact on the morale of the army.

Seeing this from a distance, he couldn't help but raise his hands and said loudly: "General Dai, after all the troops have rested, you hope to give me another army."

"I will go to the valley first to clear the way for the soldiers who will follow."

This sentence was said with great solemnity and enthusiasm.

One word fell.

It can be regarded as a small boost to everyone's morale.
To be continued...