Your Majesty's mind is too hard to guess

"One defeat in ten days, the thirteen tribes of northern Xinjiang camped at the foot of Temur Mountain [-] miles north of Bailang City that night. Er and Hulu, the body of the snake is composed of the eight kings, the head of the snake is located on the mountainside of Temur, and it has not yet been found out which department is stationed."

The tribes in northern Xinjiang have always been hostile to each other, and they were able to launch thirteen tribes to fight together. Even Zhou Xuan, who was in the center of the political whirlpool in Shengjing in his previous life, knew that there was the first strange person in northern Xinjiang to lead the thirteen tribes, Zhuan Ruike Khan, this person worships Guigu Shanren as his teacher, and is proficient in military and formation techniques. What's more, Zhuan Rui is a master of power and strategy, and he almost ruled the northern border without bloodshed.

Knowing yourself and the enemy, you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles. Zhou Xuan had some calculations in his heart, sat on the top, and began to issue military orders one by one.

"Mingyue, you and the Northwest Army must complete the defense change before dark."

"Fanxing, the fifty thousand soldiers in the army, all of them will be scattered and organized into the battalions in the north of the town."

"Xu Tai, cooperate with Zhao Yan, I need a full map of Temur."

"Zhang Changgong, the military equipment will arrive later, you should quickly send troops to meet it, and post another notice to strengthen the night watch, and guard against villains."

As Zhou Ye's confidant, Fan Xing was assigned to the Qianzhong Army as a cavalry captain as soon as he ascended the throne, and now he has been promoted to lieutenant general. Although he doesn't know the meaning of His Majesty's ordering him and Ming Yue to go out with Prince An, at least he can't be arbitrary. It was decided by the other party, and after going out to salute, he said: "Your Highness, the Qianzhong Army is its own line. I am afraid that it will be difficult to integrate with the Zhenbei Army in a short time. Please think again, Your Highness."

Zhou Xuan replied with a smile: "There is no need to worry about Fanxing, this king knows it well."

The generals took orders, and each went to make arrangements.

It was night when Zhou Xuan stayed in the camp of the Chinese army. Li Xifan helped him take off the bandage and change the dressing, and found that the wound was infected. Even the sergeant, who was as calm as a machine, couldn't help his eyes flushed: "Your Highness, there are too many cracks, and the carrion has to be removed." Sepsis removed."

"It's okay, just come," Zhou Xuan didn't care, and smiled smartly, "As long as you get better quickly." Then he turned his head to Xuan Yu, his fox eyes drooped slightly, and his eyes were full of tears, "Master, it hurts, hurts, hurts."

Xuan Yu spread out the sleeves of his robe to cover Zhou Xuan's eyes, took the soft cloth handed over by Li Xifan and stuffed it into the young disciple's mouth, leaned forward and let Zhou Xuan hug him tightly.

Li Xifan's hands were trembling, but there was no better trauma doctor in Bailang City than him. After taking a deep breath, he regained his composure. Li Xifan held the knife in his hand, "Ah Xuan, bear it."

"Ah, it hurts to death, Li Gan, you can't fucking be gentle, you are killing pigs, alas, father, mother, master, commander, help me, ah, Li Gan, get out, the king is dead. …”

Amid Prince An's howling that could be provoked by wolves on the west mountain, Zhao Yan was in a dilemma outside the tent, but the military situation was on fire, so she had to bite the bullet and go inside to report: "Your Highness, the food and grass have been robbed."

The pain made Zhou Xuan unconscious, and he replied vaguely: "Okay, good news."

A stick of incense seemed to last for a century, and the wound was finally treated properly. Knowing that Prince An would not want to see him at this time, Li Xifan didn't even mention the word "retirement", and directly quit the account of the Chinese army.

Zhao Yan was dumbfounded: "Is this good news?"

Zhou Xuan swallowed the clear porridge Mo Tingyu sent over in one gulp, and then laughed out loud when he had some stock in his stomach, "It's a good robbery, it's a good robbery, I'm afraid he won't."

In the early morning of the second day, the news of the looting of the military equipment spread throughout the camp like wings.

Zhou Xuan ignored it, changed into light armor, and patrolled the camp with his hands behind his back, looking like an old god.

At noon, the kitchen was open for meals as usual, and the soldiers found that the porridge in the past had turned into white rice today, and it was covered with braised pork. Yes, clean and bright.

"Damn it, which one said that the armament was robbed? I can't kill him if I spread rumors."

"With Prince An here, how could His Majesty the Emperor make us hungry, and follow Prince An to have meat to eat?"

"That's right, that's right, the King of Soft Feet is actually my buddy, and we drank together before."

"The ones in the north of the town can be played hard."

"You can't be called the King of Soft Feet now, the Lord Inspector is watching."

"Ah——His Royal Highness Xuan, His Royal Highness, Grand Marshal of Protecting the Country, it's done."

......

In the near future, Zhang Changgong entered the camp with a long military convoy, and the rumors were self-defeating. Look, the heavy grain bags on the cart became more and more pleasing to the eye.

Li Shuai of the Zhenbei Army famously said: It is not terrible to fight, but it is terrible to fight without food. It is not worthwhile to be a starving ghost in case of death.

Zhou Xuan closed the gate of the city tightly and hung up the sign of exemption from battle. After guarding for a few days, on the evening of the first day of July, he suddenly summoned the battalion leaders and deputy generals to leave the city the next day and capture Temur. Absolutely can't fault it, the Chinese army's accounts have been deduced, and everyone understands that tomorrow is inevitable, a tough battle where you die or you die or I die.

Each battalion sharpened their knives and waited for the next day. I don't know who started singing the song outside the Great Wall, and all the soldiers echoed softly:

Call father and mother, Abao leaves home to guard northern Xinjiang

It's freezing cold, Yibai Lang

Abao is full of blood, willing to spill yellow on the battlefield

Call a girl, Abao leaves home to guard northern Xinjiang

Li Qing Yi Yi, Yi Yi Lang

Abao is in love all his life and is willing to go back to my hometown

......

Zhou Xuan listened silently to the singing that echoed everywhere in ancient times. This is a song, a lament, and a war song of men in northern Xinjiang. It is sad but not hurtful. He took his life to protect the peace of one side and the homeland behind him.

This group of rough guys who can sing before the expedition are my king's robes and my brothers.Zhou Xuan put on heavy armor, held his usual golden halberd, and sat in the tent with a straight back.

The first day of July is the Lovers' Day in northern Xinjiang. Unmarried men and women sing and drink, and tell each other their hearts. It's not a good idea, but Zhou Xuan thinks it's very good.

In the hazy night, Zhang Changgong trembled a little when he walked, but he swung his long hands high, and quickly stepped into the tent of the Chinese army. His eyes were as bright as candles, and Zhou Xuan was so frightened that he shook his body and scolded with a smile: "Changgong, you pry it!" I am so excited that I am so excited after taking over the granary of the master's house."

Zhang Changgong was giggling, and his words were a bit awkward: "Soft...ahem...Your Highness, the mouse is round."

Zhou Xuan stood up abruptly: "Decree, night attack."