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Chapter 837 Plateau Expeditionary Army

This is Wang Hou, who forcibly turned a bloody war into a tasteful war!

Zhuge Liang is also a ruthless person. After the outer city of Nanling was captured by some poisonous gas bombs, he gave up all the forts in the south of the Lingnan Mountains, and took 8000 people as the main force to defend the Hanshui Fort by the Han River, just next to the last time. The Battle of Dingjun Mountain is not far away.

The Hanshui Fort was built at a bend of a river, surrounded by water on three sides, and the walls were built high with cement. There is a water village port behind it. The Shu army at Yangpingguan continuously transported supplies to the castle from the waterway. There is a city in the west. The geographical location is similar to here, that is Paris, which shows how dangerous it is.

But for Zhuge Liang, the most important meaning here is that there is a lot of water and it is easy to get water!
This is extremely important to Zhan Wanghou, a bad thief!
Just like the siege of the outer city of Nanling, after the [-] troops gathered together and went south, Wang Hou pulled his miners to dig trenches and surrounded Hanshui Fort. The round wooden barrel with itchy teeth was thrown up.

Compared with the tense situation in Nanling Outer City, the Shu army here has become full-fledged waiters.

"Zuocheng, Wang Shifu is coming! Get ready!"

Seeing the heavy wooden barrels whizzing and being thrown up, smashing to pieces on the ground, the Shu army was like a death squad, with thick cloth scarves covering their faces, they rushed up with thick straw in their arms, and threw the straw to the ground. The sticky fermented fish viscera splashed with green water, and each of them looked as painful as if they had been sliced ​​into pieces by a thousand knives. They were stained with thick green water, and they were constantly rubbed with straw.

Finally, it was almost wiped, and the old face turned green again, rushed down the city wall and threw it into the carriage.

How strong is this smell?Even the grass-eating horses were so smoked that they retched and kicked non-stop. The squad that watched the city clearing up carried the straw almost as well. He rushed out like an escape, drove the carriage straight to the Han River, and finally couldn't wait to retch and poured the smelly straw into the water.

The green straw floating on the water was constantly washed away by the water of the Han River, but it was hard for the logistics soldiers of the Shu army who were in charge of transporting supplies. There was a thick layer floating on the entire riverside. a few times.

On the city wall, just wiping with hay is not enough!Immediately afterwards, the Shu army poured buckets upwards again, and dragged them heavily with mops. The original cement gray city walls were stained green. A village near the water smells better, or it can be counted among human beings. within the acceptable range.

Even if he was watching the battle across the Han River, Zhuge Liang's originally handsome and tough face was covered by silk. Hearing the shouts and curses coming from the other side of the river, the corners of the iron-blooded prime minister's eyes couldn't help but twitch. It meant whether to laugh or cry, the goose feather fan in his hand was no longer a prop for pretending to be handsome, and while shaking it vigorously, he sighed dully.

"Kong Ming would rather face Cao Thief's 20 Kwantung army than face Wang Xingtai!"

"Prime Minister, although Wang Guanzhong's hand is wonderful, it was restrained by the Prime Minister. During the twenty-odd days of the battle on the Han River, Wang Guanzhong could not make an inch of progress. The victory belongs to me!"

Up to now, Ma Di is still full of confidence, but under the "fragrance" of the king's stinky fart, his handsome face turns green like a pregnant woman who has been pregnant for several months, and he is clutching his throat before finishing a sentence I retched.

"Wang Tuqiu's use of troops cannot be deduced by common sense. Since he dares to move troops to fight me in such a leisurely manner, he must have a backhand. It's just that the truth has not been thought of. This is the most terrifying thing!"

Mentioning this, Zhuge Liang's face couldn't help but darken, and he turned his head gloomily.

"Order all the armies to guard all the trails entering Shuchuan, and those who lose the pass will be beheaded!"

"Prime Minister, don't worry! Even if there are several small roads in Micang Mountain, the subordinates have set up secret whistles. Even a bird can't fly over my steep Shu Road!"

Mentioning this, Ma Di clenched his fists with confidence. However, before he finished his bragging, another burst of "fragrance" came into his nose. Not only him, but also Prime Minister Zhuge couldn't help it. He vomited, covered his nose heavily, and looked at the wooden barrels flying up from the other side of the river from time to time, Zhuge Liang couldn't help but shook his head heavily again in distress.

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I have to admit that Zhuge Liang's war intuition is still very keen, but even he couldn't predict the order of Wang Hou's cards. After all, in this era, the Qinghai prairie in the far west and Bashu, which is located between the mountains, really have nothing to do .

It is Wang Hou's habit to pile up buildings wherever he goes. After three years, Huangzhong City is no longer the crude city that was smaller than a primary school. The walls made of cement are double-layered cement. There are many small buildings here, and this place has become the center of Tuyuhun for later generations ruled by the Great Wei Dynasty, and also the center of trade between the nomadic Qiang people in Qinghai and the Xiaoyuezhi people and Guanzhong.

However, Wang Hou has already built too many trading posts, so it's not surprising that this time the leading role is the Stormwind Fortress not far from Huangzhong City.

In three years, the base camp of the Storm Legion has also been upgraded from blankets like mushrooms one after another to a small four-story concrete barracks, surrounded by city walls, and a rather spectacular and strong plateau fortress.

And it is quite different from the inland military fort, that is, leaning on the edge of the fort, the densely packed cemetery is like a group of troops lined up day and night, neatly arranged there, and there are so many buried soldiers that every tomb We could only nail a piece of wood as a tombstone, on which was hung the helmet worn by the soldiers during their lifetime. When the strong wind from the plateau passed by, the helmet jingled, making it very solemn and desolate.

Now the Storm Legion is still full of 1 people and 3000 non-combatants, but compared with three years ago, nearly half of the personnel have been refurbished, and more than [-] people are buried here forever. More than [-] people really can't adapt to combat The environment, which left the scene sadly, trekking from the plains to the plateau in this era is an extremely dangerous thing. The altitude sickness, the severe cold environment, and the attacks of wolves and beasts on the plateau have made the army formed by Wang Hou have not yet experienced anything. The war has already suffered heavy losses.

However, one step at a time, bloody footprints, three years, relying on one team after another to explore southward, this road to the roof of the world was still forcibly explored by the Storm Legion.

When the fierce battle in Hanzhong was in full swing, this suffering army, which had gone through the frost, also started its first battle.

It can be regarded as doing as the Romans do. The legion raised a large number of yaks. Wei Jun, who was riding a Huangzhong war horse, held a yak in one hand. The tall yaks carried a large bag on the left and right sides. After marching for a month of dry food, the vast cavalry team is like a long dragon, winding straight to the southern plateau, advancing without hesitation.

Three years of preparation, just for this day!
The headquarters of Stormwind Fortress is also busy. The staff members are holding battle maps, some are busy loading yaks, sweating profusely, some are still studying the advance camp, planning the battle route, shouting loudly , In the midst of the busyness, the guard at the door suddenly shouted loudly.

"The Western Regions are protected!"

With a bang, the busy staff department fell silent instantly, and everyone put down their work, stood at attention and saluted, neatly as if they were alone.

Outside the door, wearing heavy armor, waist and crotch knives and muskets, his handsome face was a little more weathered and resolute, and Cao Zhang walked in from outside.

"Libi!"

(End of this chapter)