books44 Chapter 257: Military Tent Decision (1)
Chapter 257: Military Tent Decision (1)
Yang Luo consoled him, "Third brother, just lie down and recover from your injuries. The general doesn't blame you."
Bi Ye's right hand formed a grabbing posture, and he lightly slapped Zhou Bo twice in the air, sending two bursts of energy to him, instantly releasing the energy Zhou Bo had been holding back. Zhou Bo's body softened, and he lay back on the stretcher.
Chu Xiaomu was confused and thought that Bi Ye was just pretending to let Zhou Bo lie down, and Zhou Bo lay down obediently.
Yang Luo was stunned. Bi Ye's two casual moves seemed simple and easy, but in fact they were the blending of two completely different forces, the Force and the Spiritual Power, into one. It was a very advanced level of martial arts practice. He thought that even if he practiced for another hundred years, he would never be able to reach the level of a great general.
Bi Ye said, "Xiao Bo, I have told you many times that you are thoughtful and steady, but you are too persistent. Although you have some faults in the loss of Humu Pass and the destruction of the Nanding Army camp, it is mainly because the Claw Tribe came too suddenly and too powerful. If you insist that you should take the blame, shouldn't I, Bi Ye, also take the blame? After all, I arranged for you to go, so you can't avoid the blame for the oversight."
Although Bi Ye is over three hundred years old, most of his hair is still black, with only a few white hairs on his temples. His face also looks very young, and he seems to be only forty years old. Zhou Bo is actually only forty-five or forty-six years old, but he looks much older than Bi Ye. Almost half of his hair is white, and his face has many wrinkles. He also has stubble, which makes him look even older.
When Chu Xiaomu heard Bi Ye call Zhou Bo "Xiao Bo", he found it very strange for a moment, just like hearing a teenager calling a sixty-year-old man by his nickname, which was both strange and funny.
Zhou Bo had strength in his body but couldn't use it at all. He could only lie limply on the stretcher and said, "General, please don't say that. If you don't punish me according to military law, it will seem that rewards and punishments are unclear, and the army's morale will be unstable..."
Yang Luo said, "Third brother, you know who the general is. We will do whatever he says. Why do you have to think so much?"
Chu Xiaomu interrupted and said, "Zhou Zhongjun, in my humble opinion, dealing with the Claw Clan is the most important thing right now. Only if you recover from your injuries sooner can you kill more enemies for Bicheng."
Bi Ye nodded and said, "Xiao Mu's words really agree with me. Think about it carefully when you go back."
He knew that Zhou Bo was very stubborn and it would be difficult to persuade him to change his mind in a short time, so he simply stopped talking about it. He pointed to the map spread out on the ground and said, "The Claw Tribe is hiding near this bay in Huadu Hill." The map was spread out on the ground, and Bi Ye simply took the Dragon Spine Sword from the sword rack, pointed at that location with the sword, and continued, "You know the terrain of the southern part of Bicheng better than I do, so I asked you to come and discuss with us to decide on a strategy to repel the enemy."
Zhou Bu finally showed a look of joy and said, "Have you found out the location of the Claw Tribe? I'm really afraid that if they return to the Sand Country, I won't be able to avenge them."
Bi Ye smiled and said, "In the end, it was your Nan Ding army who made the contribution." Pointing at Chu Xiaomu, he continued, "Xiaomu happened to run into their camp when he returned to Bicheng, and he had already surveyed the surrounding situation. Your Nan Ding army made a mistake and then made a contribution, so the two offset each other. I don't think there is any need to punish you anymore."
Zhou Bo stopped talking and began to look at the map carefully. After a while, he said, "This area is always covered with fog in the spring, so it is really hard to find someone hiding in it. However, we have sent out more than ten teams of scouts, and they can see some clues. It has been so long but no one has reported back. It is really hard to understand."
Yang Luo interrupted and said, "I guess those scouts have been intercepted by the Claw Tribe's spies. When we met Xiaomu, he and the other two were also caught by the spies. Fortunately, we arrived in time and the two teams of spies were not too many, so we rescued them. Otherwise, even after ten days or half a month, we might not be able to find the Claw Tribe's camp."
Bi Ye said, "The soldiers of the Claw Tribe are called 'Assassins' and have always been fierce. During the Four Nations War more than two hundred years ago, they were famous for their ferocity and fearlessness of death. I remember that there were no spies in their army at that time, but I didn't expect that they have become smart now and have learned the team system of our Cangmu Army and started to use spies." After concentrating on thinking for a while, he said, "In this case, when we investigate the enemy in the future, we must use the best and fastest horses, and the scouts must set out in teams of no less than five people." Zhou Bo and Yang Luo obeyed the order in unison.
Bi Ye pointed the Dragon Spine Sword at the camp of the Claw Tribe on the map and said to Chu Xiaomu, "Xiaomu, you will see the situation in detail. Don't leave out any details."
Chu Xiaomu agreed, and then he described in detail how he happened to run into the Claw Tribe camp, the weather conditions near the camp, the geographical features, the size of the camp, the layout of the tents, and the approximate number of tents. Finally, he said, "We dare not get too close. We don't know how many assassins live in each tent, so it is difficult for me to estimate the approximate number of enemy troops."
Zhou Bo said, "As far as I know, most of the Claw Tribe members have two assassins living in one tent. But that's not always the case. Some have three or even four."
Chu Xiaomu was surprised and said, "Then...then this group of assassins must have at least 7,000 to 8,000 people! I'm afraid there will be tens of thousands!"
Zhou Bo nodded, his brows furrowed and his face serious.
Yang Luo said: "Having more people is one thing, but these people are not easy to fight. If we fight alone, most of our Bicheng soldiers can't beat these assassins! What should we do?"
Bi Ye nodded and said, "This has something to do with the 'cultivation technique' of the Chisha Nation."
Yang Luo asked: "I often hear that the 'weapon cultivation technique' is both powerful and mysterious. How do they practice it? How come every assassin can cultivate a pair of hard claws?"
Bi Ye said, "'The Art of Nourishing Weapons' is a unique art of the Red Sand Nation. The Eye, Tooth, Hoof, and Claw tribes of the Red Sand Nation all have their own unique secrets in this art, but the ways of practicing are similar. Most of them use poisons from snakes, insects, spiders, and frogs to nourish their weapons. Over the years, they can cultivate body weapons that are far different from ordinary people. The Claw tribe soaks their hands in venom and poisonous blood for years, and gradually they become claws, which is why their tribe got its name. Those who have achieved a minor success in the 'Art of Nourishing Weapons' can fight against swords, those who have achieved a medium success can produce spiritual power, and it is said that those who have achieved a great success can break through the realms of illusion and reality, which is extremely powerful. Xiao Bo was injured by the spiritual power of an assassin who had achieved a medium success in the Art of Nourishing Weapons. In the future, if you have to fight in close combat, be sure to tell the soldiers to be careful and fight the enemy in battle formations."