Camp.

Beili Tu was sitting in the Chinese army tent.

The firelight illuminated his face, flickering in and out.

He had a bad feeling in his heart.

In such a dark night, will you encounter unexpected dangers if you chase him out?

"Li Weili, will something happen to Wulihan and his party?"

Beili Tu said calmly.

Li Weili was copying documents on a nearby desk.

He raised his head and said: "Your Majesty, even if the enemy has an ambush, with the tens of thousands of troops of Wulihan and others, they will only suffer a small loss at most and return without success."

"That's true."

Beilitu thought about it and felt a little more at ease.

Although he still had some palpitations, he attributed it to his own paranoia.

After a while.

Suddenly someone outside opened the curtain and broke in.

The person who came was a personal guard from Beili Tu.

The guard took a breath, widened his eyes, and saluted: "Your Majesty, there is fire flowing on the horizon."

"What is flowing fire?"

Beili Tu frowned.

But the personal guard couldn't give him an accurate answer. They could only tell him that there was a stream of fire on the horizon outside.

Beilitu stood up and quickly left the Chinese army's tent.

Hearing is false and seeing is believing. He wants to come out and see for himself.

When he raised his head, he saw a large point of light on the horizon that was like a shooting star, and the sound that came immediately could be vaguely heard even though it was far away.

"No, this is artillery."

"Here comes someone, quickly send someone with troops to meet him."

Beili Tu's face instantly darkened, and he immediately ordered his capable soldiers to lead the troops out of the camp.

He could only wait in the camp.

About an hour later, the sound of horse hooves was heard outside.

The soldiers with dusty faces entered the camp dejectedly.

There were blood stains everywhere on Wulihan's armor, his lips were blue, his face was covered with dust, and his expression was extremely depressed.

"General Wulihan, victory or defeat is a common thing for military officers. It's a blessing to be back."

Beili Tu's heart tightened.

He had no choice but to force himself to calm down.

Now that the defeat has become a fact, this is just a staged defeat after all. They still have tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, and the main force is still there. At this time, they cannot mess up their position.

He has no power to punish Ullihan...

Even if he has the power, he cannot punish.

They are coalition forces after all.

The Mongolian tribe still obeyed Wulihan's orders. Without Wulihan's restraint, he would not be able to command the Mongolian army.

"It's so tragic. We have never fought such a battle... After this battle, we are at least six to seven thousand men short."

Wulihan lowered his head.

Only a little over a third of what was brought back.

Moreover, many of those lost were elite soldiers, and even his deputy general Agudamu died on the battlefield.

The loss was too great for him to bear.

If he can't break the Four Symbols City this time and get enough benefits, when he returns to the grassland, what awaits him will not be glory, but extremely severe punishment.

"Come to the Chinese army's headquarters and tell us how we were defeated."

Bei Li Tu Road.

The most urgent task now is not to find out who is at fault, but to find out the reasons for the failure so that we will not encounter the same crisis next time.

After sitting down in the Chinese army tent, Wulihan did not bother to wipe the dust and blood on his face, and began to gnash his teeth and tell the story of this failure...

In a few words, he told what happened tonight.

Beili Tu said thoughtfully: "It seems that the enemy can win mainly because of the sharp artillery and muskets!"

"I've heard about Qi's new guns and artillery... I didn't expect them to be so sharp."

Beili Tu frowned.

This time, he was really worried.

According to Wulihan, the enemy only had about a thousand people, but with the help of artillery and muskets, they defeated more than tens of thousands of them.

This means that the suppression of weapons has reached a level that can affect the situation of the battle.

"It seems that we have to postpone the siege. Tomorrow is not the best opportunity."

Beili Tu said slowly.

"When should that happen?" Wulihan asked eagerly.

"Those artillery, installed on the big ship, must be a very small number of new artillery, so that they can shoot such a long range... It is impossible for those new artillery to be installed on the towers of Sixiang City in a short time."

"We just need to stay farther away from the river to avoid being hit by the new artillery."

"As for the new fire gun..."

Bei Litu thought about it and said: "We also have equipment with fire guns. This weapon is sharp, but it has a big flaw...it doesn't work well in rainy days."

"To make the enemy's new firecrackers ineffective, we should choose a rainy day to attack the city."

"Looking at the weather, there are signs of rain. I'll wait for another day or two, and maybe the fighter planes will arrive."

After Beili Tu made this analysis, everyone in the Chinese army's tent gradually calmed down.

You know, when they first learned about Ullihan's failure, they no longer had complete confidence in winning.

The news is really shocking and the enemy is surprisingly powerful.

If Beilitu doesn't think of a way to restore morale, this battle won't have to be fought.

"Yes, the prince is right, we will fight them on a rainy day."

"Yes, we southerners are good at fighting in the rain."

"As long as their artillery and firecrackers cannot be used casually, we will be the victor in the end."

"The prince is still very powerful. Saying this will make the general more confident."

The soldiers in the big tent expressed their opinions one after another.

Among them, Yang Dingxing and other southerners patted their chests and assured that they were good at fighting in the rain.

This is not their empty talk, but they do have enough experience in rain wars.

The climate of Southwest Banshu is rainy and mountainous.

There is a local proverb: "The sky is not sunny for three days, and the ground is not level for three feet."

I’m talking about Banshu’s climate and topography.

Growing up in such a rainy environment, how could the people of Bozhou be afraid of rain wars?

"It also depends on the weather. No matter what happens, as soon as it gets light, we will evacuate this place to prevent the enemy from making another sneak attack."

Beili Tu Zhengse Dao.

By this time, Wulihan and Yang Dingxing, who were still a little unconvinced, were finally convinced.

They began to carry out Beili Tu's orders to the letter.

Under Beili Tu's arrangement, everyone began to patrol around with all their strength, leaving no place behind.

Only in this way can their safety be truly guaranteed.

However, they continued to struggle until the sky turned white, but no enemy troops came to attack again at night.

By early morning, they were also a little exhausted.

"It's time to set off. If you're tired from last night, get over it."

Bei Li Tu Road.

All the bodies recovered last night have been buried on the spot.

There was no other way, they still wanted to attack Sixiang City, but they didn't have enough energy to take the corpses of the soldiers with them.
Chapter completed!