Every day after the war ended, corpse collectors appeared on the battlefield.

This period of time is the customary non-combat time.

They were carrying carts of corpses towards their own camp.

At this time, the general of the Quanrong side was looking at the majestic pass in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

Suddenly a voice sounded.

"King, aren't we going to withdraw our troops? With so many people from the Great Zhou defending the city, we can't possibly break through the Great Victory Pass."

"Wait a little longer, isn't that enough?"

Hmm??? Anyone who can stand in this position is obviously not stupid.

Maybe you didn’t think about it this way at first, but once you think about it, the thought in your mind will not stop.

Suddenly he had a terrible guess.

This is not enough, probably because not enough people died.

Because many cattle, sheep and horses froze to death.

Those who survived the winter still lacked food.

It is precisely because of this that this battle took place.

Now they are fighting even though they know they can’t win, obviously to cause more deaths.

As long as enough people die, the food crisis can be solved.

Moreover, the Quanrong had been severely weakened, and no one could threaten the king's position anymore.

Moreover, since Da Zhou was also affected by the disaster, it is unlikely that they will be attacked in the short term.

Moreover, those who understand the country of Great Zhou know that as long as they surrender, Great Zhou will leave them a way to survive and may even send them a lot of food.

At this moment, Gordan was silent. It is human nature to prefer death to the death of a friend, regardless of region.

No matter how many people die, it has nothing to do with him. No one in his family will starve to death.

However, he seems to have a lot of people under him, which is a bit of a burden for him at the moment.

"King, let's attack the city tonight. It might have a miraculous effect."

As soon as the words fell, the two looked at each other, and saw a tacit understanding in each other's eyes.

At the same time, Luo Shicheng in Dasheng Pass was looking at the sand table in front of him and thinking.

Guo Jing stood beside him, and it was obvious that Guo Jing had become Luo Shicheng's confidant during this period of time.

Just then a notification sounded.

"Report!"

"General, there is a letter from Prime Minister Fu from Shangjing!"

Luo Shicheng turned his eyes away from the sand table when he heard this.

"Show it to me."

Just then another announcement sounded.

"General, there is a man outside the door who said he came here on the orders of the Regent."

Luo Zhicheng said without even raising his head: "Bring the person in."

…

As soon as Luo Shicheng finished reading the letter, he was brought to Luo Xucheng. Han Wenxuan saluted and said, "General, I am Han Wenxuan, waiting for the order of the Regent to report here."

Luo Shicheng put down the letter and said with understanding: "Are you Han Wenxuan? Prime Minister Fu mentioned it to me in his letter just now."

"From today on, you will be my assistant and can give me some advice."

"Come take a look at this sand table and see what you think."

Upon hearing this, Han Wenxuan first glanced at the sand table, and seeing that everything on the sand table was within his expectations, he said, “In fact, Wenxuan has already reached the seventh day.”

"Although he has not appeared in front of the general in the past seven days, Wenxuan has already prepared a plan in his mind after seeing the appearance of the general."

Luo Shicheng frowned when he heard this.

"You went out of town? How did you get out?"

As he said this, he looked at Guo Jing and continued, "I think this is also true for this hero Guo."

Upon hearing this, Guo Jing asked, "You are also a martial arts master."

"Yes, as long as they have second-rate strength, the mountains and hills will only be a little difficult for them."

"When you get to the first-class level, it's like walking on flat ground."

Han Wenxuan did not explain the fact that he was a peerless master. He just smiled and said, "The content on this sand table seems to be fine."

“But the actual situation is still a little worse.”

"For example, the central king's army lost only 20% of its strength, while the rest of the army lost at least 40%."

Luo Shicheng frowned.

"you mean?"

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Luo Shicheng didn't understand what Han Wenxuan meant. In his opinion, such loss of troops was normal.

"What I mean is that the opponent is likely to come to steal the city soon, and this stealing of the city will be the last battle."

"Hmm? How did you come to that conclusion?"

Han Wenxuan smiled confidently upon hearing this and said, "Because they have no intention of withdrawing their troops yet."

"Knowing clearly that we cannot take Dashengguan, we should have reserved our strength at this time."

"And the current attrition is key for them to retain their strength."

"But to this day, the other side has not withdrawn its troops."

"It reminds me of a possibility."

"Before I came here, the prince said that the weather has been getting colder in recent years, and the Quanrong launched this war because too many livestock had frozen to death."

"Then is there a possibility that the current livestock reserves of the Quanrong are not enough to support such a large army?"

"If the casualties of the army reach a critical point, then the Quanrong will be able to survive."

"And now, this is the only amount of troops that the various tribes can support the king with."

"This is a psychological limit. If there are more, they will probably retreat. When the time comes, there won't be enough dog hair and food, and there are still soldiers and horses inside, so a new war between kings will definitely start again."

"As long as the current king of Quanrong is not stupid, a large-scale casualty will be the best way to stabilize the situation."

"If you want to cause a large-scale battle and make us fight to the death, then you must steal the city."

"As long as they can climb the city wall and show the tribes hope, they will fight to the death."

"So, Wenxuan thinks that the Quanrong will definitely come to steal the city in the near future."

After hearing Han Wenxuan's words, Luo Shicheng and Guo Jing fell silent.

They kept thinking about the possibilities of what Han Wenxuan said, but the more they thought about it, the more they thought what Han Wenxuan said made sense.

It is never wrong to be cautious when leading an army into battle.

Therefore, Luo Shicheng only thought for a few breaths and asked, "I wonder what countermeasures Mr. Han has."

"I have three strategies: the best, the middle and the worst. The worst strategy is to use the opponent's trick against him. All soldiers will sleep on the city walls for the next few days."

"The guards on the city wall are a little lax."

"This way, if they launch a surprise attack, we can counterattack and wait for them to tire themselves out. This will inflict heavy damage on the Quanrong at once, and they won't be able to attack the Great Zhou again within five years."

"Middle strategy, take advantage of the opportunity."

"Quan Rong will definitely go all out in this siege, so the inner camp must be empty."

"As long as we send out a 10,000-man army under cover of night, and when the Quanrong are attacking Dasheng Pass, we can raid their camp, burn their food supplies, and kill their commander, and we will surely force the Quanrong to retreat."

"With any luck, they'll get stuck in years of civil war."

"Unlucky, the other side won't be able to send troops again in three to five years."

"And the best strategy is the simplest and will result in the least casualties. All we have to do is wait."

(End of this chapter)