The front-line camp at Gobian.
Bambu had already arrived at the front line at the edge of the hill and was in charge.
However, Bambu felt vaguely uneasy.
Logically speaking, Wulie's troops should have already entered the rear of the Northern Army.
The Northern Army should be in chaos at this moment.
But the scouts they sent out reported that there was no unusual movement among the defenders of the two frontier troops.
If the Northern Army was not pretending to be calm, it was very likely that something had happened to Wulie's troops.
That’s 40,000 elite cavalry!
But nothing must happen!
The more Bambu thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and he kept pacing back and forth in the tent.
...
...
"Report! Urgent report!"
At this moment, the voice of the messenger suddenly came from outside.
Bambu's eyelids jumped and he quickly rushed out of the tent.
As soon as Bambu rushed out, the messenger rushed to the door of the big tent panting, and fell to the ground without being able to stop.
"National Master!"
As soon as these two words came out, the messenger began to wail.
Bambu's face changed, and he squatted down quickly, grabbed the messenger, and yelled murderously: "Tell me, what happened? Tell me!"
At this moment, Bambu kept praying in his heart, hoping that nothing happened to Wulie's troops!
Facing Bambu's murderous gaze, the messenger wailed with grief and indignation on his face: "The 40,000 elite cavalry led by the eldest prince were punished by God when they passed through the Valley of Death. Of the 40,000 elite cavalry, less than 13,000 escaped, and the rest were all buried in the snow. Even the eldest prince... also..."
By the end, the messenger was no longer able to continue speaking and could only continue wailing.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out of Bambu's mouth.
Bambu let go of the messenger weakly and slumped down on the ground, his head buzzing.
Out of 40,000 elite cavalry, less than 13,000 escaped!
Even the eldest prince met with an accident!
Twenty-seven thousand elite cavalry!
If it’s gone, it’s gone!
Divine punishment!
How could he be punished by God?
They have clearly gone in to investigate many times!
Why didn't he encounter divine punishment so many times, so why did he happen to encounter divine punishment when the eldest prince led the army in a surprise attack?
impossible!
It can't be a punishment from God!
Evil plot!
This must be a conspiracy by the big guy!
To be exact, it was Yun Zheng’s evil plot!
The captives who escaped through the Death Valley before were most likely released by Yun Zheng on purpose!
Yun Zheng's goal was to make them think that there was no danger in the Death Valley, so that they would lead the army across the Death Valley to launch a sneak attack, so that he could trick them once more!
Yes!
That must be it!
Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?
Got tricked!
They fell into Yun Zheng's trap again and were tricked by Yun Zheng again!
All in all, they have lost more than 50,000 troops at the hands of Yun Zheng!
The casualties of Yun Zheng’s troops are most likely minimal!
The more Bambu thought about it, the more sad and angry he became, and the blood in his body kept surging.
"puff……"
Bambu failed to suppress his blood and energy, and another stream of blood spurted out.
"National Master!"
It was not until this moment that the guards outside the tent woke up from their dream and hurried forward to support Bambu.
"Get lost!"
Bambu's face turned pale. He angrily pushed away the soldier who was supporting him and looked at the messenger with a face full of grief and anger. "Tell me, what on earth is going on with that damned divine punishment?"
The messenger's face was filled with pain, he cried and said, "I don't know either. When the army was about to rush out of the Death Valley, there were suddenly several loud noises, and then avalanches occurred on the snow slopes on both sides of the valley. Our army was blocked in the valley and had no way to escape..."
"Loud noise? Where does the noise come from?" Bambu roared angrily.
"I don't know!"
The messenger wailed, "That loud noise was more terrifying than thunder. Those who escaped said that it was a punishment from heaven, a punishment from the gods for our offense..."
No one knew what the loud noise was about.
No one saw any lightning or anything.
All they heard was a loud bang.
Divine punishment!
They could not explain what had happened to them except as divine punishment.
The blood in Bambu's body surged again, and he almost vomited blood again.
At this moment, Bambu felt nothing but grief and anger and was also aggrieved.
Twenty-seven thousand elite cavalrymen were buried in the Valley of Death, and they didn't even know what was going on.
What kind of war is this?
This is such a shame!
Bambu tried hard to suppress the blood that was constantly surging in his body, and asked with a trembling voice: "Have you... sent someone to inform the royal court?"
The messenger nodded weakly, his face full of pain.
Bambu struggled to get up from the ground, and growled, "Pass the order down, kill sheep and cattle, and reward the tribes!"
"Wha…what?"
The guards beside him looked at Bambu stupidly, hardly able to believe their ears.
They had only lost 27,000 elite cavalrymen, and even the eldest prince had died inexplicably, and the imperial master actually wanted to reward each tribe?
Is the Imperial Master mad?
“Go quickly!”
Bambu gritted his teeth and growled, then closed his eyes in pain.
This news cannot be concealed.
They launched three surprise attacks, and all three ended in failure. Even the eldest prince died tragically in the Valley of Death.
Once this news spreads, the morale of the troops on the front line will drop to freezing point.
In the absence of victory, this is the only way to boost morale.
Even though they have been defeated in three battles, their morale must not be lost!
The guard looked at Bambu silently and ran to pass on the message.
Bambu dragged his heavy body and staggered back to the tent.
As soon as he walked in, Bambu stumbled and fell to the ground.
Bambu was too lazy to get up. He just lay there, closing his eyes in pain, his mind in a mess.
The Beihuan army stationed in the three frontier cities actually only had 150,000 troops.
It was just the 200,000 troops announced to the outside world.
After three surprise attacks, Dagan was unscathed, but Beihuan suffered heavy casualties.
Even if they temporarily recruited another 50,000 troops, there were now a total of 160,000 troops on the front line.
They are attacking!
Having lost more than 40,000 elite troops, how should we attack next?
Continue to confront Da Gan like this?
Will we gamble the fate of the country again in the spring of next year and fight a decisive battle with Da Gan?
"No! Absolutely not!"
Bambu shook his head with tears in his eyes and talked to himself.
Gambling on the fate of the country will do Beihuan no good!
Beihuan has no strategic location to defend!
Once the front-line army is defeated, the entire Beihuan will be in an irretrievable situation.
But Da Gan is different.
Dagan has Beilu Pass as the last barrier.
As long as Beilu Pass is not lost, no matter how badly the Dagan fails, the most he will suffer is the loss of Shuobei!
Da Gan can afford the worst outcome of a fight to the death with the fate of the country at stake, but Bei Huan cannot!
Can’t wait until next spring!
The Northern Army must be defeated before the spring!
Bambu clenched his fists tightly and sat up suddenly.
After thinking silently for a moment, Bambu walked to the desk, quickly picked up the pen and began to write.
Beihuan has not been defeated yet!
They still have a chance to fight back!
There is still a possibility of defeating the Northern Army!
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