After a long while, she still couldnt make out any clues, and Zhao Yilou looked at her suspiciously. "Its just the beginning of the fight, how can you already see who will win or lose?"

  "I see nothing." Song Chuoyi pulled out a blade of grass from beside him and pointed at the chaotic scene.

  Zhao Yilou didnt believe she understood military affairs at all, but out of curiosity, he still leaned in and looked along the position pointed out by the grass in her hand. The brown helmeted side vaguely formed a triangular shape with a sharp head.

  "This is called the Goose Formation. This formation has two wings close together, and if used to protrude bows and arrows for shooting, it can achieve a surprisingly good effect. However, the package angle is too small, and it is impossible to encircle the enemy, only able to do bow and arrow shooting. Moreover, the speed of moving on flat ground is not fast, unless in special circumstances, its not very suitable for fighting on flat ground. This terrain, this disparity in military strength...” Song Chu looked at the left wing of the formation being breached and let out a loud cry, covering his forehead and saying, "One day I must meet this extraordinary person, even if he is a mediocre commander, its really... somewhat against heaven."

  The essence of combat is a formation, not a gang fight. With one order, two groups of people are entangled together. Since ancient times, due to the relatively weak human strength, hunting and fighting beasts required cooperation, thus forming the most basic defensive formations and ambush tactics, which later evolved into marching and combat tactics.

  So choosing the right formation is one of the key factors in winning.

  The main battlefield is relatively flat, with a lot of dust in the autumn, and once the troops move, the whole place is filled with smoke and dust. Not only are the visibility conditions poor, but the soldiers are also easily blinded by the sand and dust. In such circumstances, this wild goose formation has weaknesses everywhere.

  The brown armor on this side has a great advantage in military strength, and yet uses such a formation. Song Chu Yi finally came to a conclusion, "This commander is either a rebellious traitor or an internal spy!"

  "Did Zhao Jun lose?" asked Zhao Yilou.

  Song Chu glanced at him and said, "Its probably a narrow victory, with so many more people on our side, if we still lose..."

  Song Chuoyi looked down at the miserable battlefield and groaned, muttering to himself, "This is inauspicious! As soon as I open my eyes, I see such a desperate battle. Is this heavens way of telling me that Song Chuoyi will be unlucky for the rest of his life?"

  Zhao Yi Lou silently stared at Song Chuyi, a noble lady? Is there such a noble lady who speaks so crudely? If he hadnt been following the wedding procession all along and had accidentally caught a glimpse of her, he would have suspected that she was lying about being a noble lady.

  "Go back." Song Chu pulled Zhao Yi Lou and walked quickly down the mountain.

  "Whats the hurry? I havent had enough of this." Zhao Yilou was afraid of war, but after listening to Song Chuyis analysis just now, he felt that looking at these more would also be useful for escaping with his life in the future.

  Song Chu didnt even turn his head back and said in a bad temper, "Blind your eyes! Be careful or youll become an idiot!"

  Two people returned down the mountain with todays harvest when the sky had already darkened.

  Zhao Yilou was washing the mushrooms they had picked on the mountain today by the edge of the pond, and saw Song Chuyi carrying a load of small stones, looking up at the sky and moving back and forth, feeling puzzled in her heart, not knowing what she wanted to do.

  Today on the mountain, Song Chuyis words moved Zhao Yilou deeply. Of course, he didnt understand what she meant at all, but he vaguely felt that she was a very knowledgeable person. In this world, people with knowledge are invited by various countries, so even if Song Chuyi still swears, her evaluation in Zhao Yilous heart has increased a lot.

  Zhao Yilou saw that she had finally found a suitable place, and was crouching down to arrange small stones on the ground into some sort of shape, but he didnt know what she was doing and didnt go over to disturb her.

  Song Chuyi was casting a divination, seeking to divine her own fate. Song Chuyi was still trapped in the war she had seen before, having lived for so many years without ever seeing such a suicidal type of warfare, and suddenly felt that it might be her destiny connected to her previous life.

  Song ChuYis father was skilled in astrology, his master studied the cycle of heaven and earth, yin and yang, and the eight trigrams, so Song ChuYi was also deeply influenced, creating a set of divination techniques corresponding to the eight trigrams and star signs, only, the accuracy is...

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, although he did not see the entire battle, it was already approaching dusk when the war began, and the visibility would only get worse. Even if the Zhao army changed its formation later, it was still a despicable battle.

  After bustling about for half a day, Zhao Yilou had already cooked the mushroom soup and added some diced chicken. Seeing that Song Chuyi still didnt seem to want to eat, he ladled out half of it, picked up the clay pot and squatted down beside her, sipping his soup while watching her play with the small stones.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one morning, he ate a small piece of cake and was already hungry. When he smelled the mushroom soup, his stomach growled like thunder.

  "Its over there." Zhao Yilou took two steps back as soon as he saw Song Chu staring at the earthenware pot in his hand with eyes that seemed to be emitting a green light.

  Song Chu dropped the small stone and immediately ran to the soup, saw the black fungus floating in the black pot, smiled, used his sleeve to wrap it up, took it down from the fire, and hastily blew away the heat.

  Zhao Yi Lou was right in the midst of growing taller, and after wandering around on the mountain for a day, he was extremely hungry. The two of them buried their heads in their respective bowls, fighting hard, while Song Chu had long forgotten what "heavenly omen" meant.

  After eating the last mushroom, Song Chuyi let out a satisfied belch and lay down on the dry grass, gazing up at the twinkling stars in the sky, saying, "Ive been thinking, its probably going to change weather these days."

  "How did you know?" Zhao Yilou stopped licking the ice cream cone.

  "Ill just make a rough calculation." After Song Chuyis father died, no one taught her astrology. She only had a general understanding of the technique and read some books left behind by her father, but she only understood the surface. Her father wasnt a master, he only had one or two basic books and his own experiences. The true art of astrology was kept secret by each family, and no one was willing to share it with outsiders.

  "With this hay, we cant get through the winter." Song Chuyi looked at his and Zhao Yilous clothes, feeling that they must leave this place, "Go to sleep, lets talk about it again early tomorrow morning."

  Perhaps it was because she had just been reborn, but Song ChuYi felt especially prone to fatigue, and after eating her fill, she began to feel sleepy.

  Zhao Yi Lou nodded and also burrowed into the hay.

  Song Chu Yis stargazing skills had always been limited, but this time, unfortunately, he hit the mark!

  It was raining in the middle of the night, and if one were lying in a warm room, listening to the sound of the rain might make it easier to fall asleep. But Song Chuyi and Zhao Yilou were almost startled awake by the sound of the rain, and the two only dozed off for two breaths before they were wide awake.

  There was hardly any conversation, and they immediately fell silent, starting to gather the hay on the ground. Before the arrival of winter, this hay was their lifeblood; if the hay was lost and the temperature dropped again, they would surely freeze to death.

  The place under the stone wall that could shelter from the rain was not large, and the temperature on rainy nights was very low. The breath exhaled turned into white mist, and the two peoples clothes were thin. Fortunately, they had stored some dry firewood before, so Zhao Yilou took some to burn.

  Beside the bonfire, Song Chuyi felt her body warm up a lot more, but she still didnt dare to sleep. She was afraid that if she caught another cold, she wouldnt be so lucky as to recover quickly, and couldnt always wish for heavens blessing.

  Zhao Yi Lou rested her head on her knees, planning to continue dozing off for a while.

  "General, theres a fire ahead!" A coarse voice with urgent gasps for breath pierced through the sound of the night rain and reached Zhao Yilou and Song Chuyi.

  Zhao Yi Lou hurriedly wanted to go put out the fire, but Song Chu Yi stretched out his hand to stop him. "Everyone has seen it already, whats the point of putting it out?"

  If it were a clear night, they could still escape to another place, but now there is clearly nowhere to go.