Murong Yong was sitting in the commander's tent of the Chinese army with a calm expression. He drank a bowl of kumiss in front of him, closed his eyes, and listened to the earth-shattering shouts of killing outside, as if he was enjoying beautiful music.
A smile gradually appeared on his face: "It seems that the troops outside our military camp are collapsing and retreating!"
Murong Sheng was wearing the armor of a second-in-command, holding his helmet with his right hand, standing next to Murong Yong. Although this child was calm beyond his years, this was still the first time he actually went to the battlefield, and he heard the screams and shouts of death outside.
The muscles on his face were still beating slightly, and his voice was trembling a little: "General Right, the defeated army in the front, will the defeated army, will it rush into the ambush in the camp? We, should we send some troops?
Can you provide some support?"
Murong Yong slowly opened his eyes and sighed softly: "Your Highness Sheng, didn't King Wu teach you? You can't do justice without doing justice, and you can't lead with kindness! As the coach, every decision you make will make a difference.
Hundreds and thousands of people went to die just to achieve the final victory. Now tell me, what are those troops outside the camp?"
Murong Sheng wiped his sweat and said: "It's a bait, a bait to lure the Yan army into taking the bait and attacking the camp!"
Murong Yong nodded: "That's it, then what is the Qin army that is attacking now?"
Murong Shengkai said without thinking: "They are also suspicious soldiers, not the main force. They are also suspicious soldiers who want to test whether our camp is really prepared."
Murong Yong smiled slightly: "That's it, the bait is used to lure the suspects. What's the purpose?"
Murong Sheng gritted his teeth: "It is to strengthen the judgment of Qin Army coach Yang Ding and let him put the main force into our camp."
Murong Yong nodded with satisfaction: "That's it. If we send troops to support those decoys at this time, so that these suspicious soldiers of the Qin Army can see that there are still forces and ambushes in the camp, do you think Yang Ding is still there?"
Will you be fooled? Instead of bringing Yang Ding into the camp in person, what does it mean for us to lose only these five or six thousand light cavalry? This time our goal is to destroy all 30,000 Qin army armored cavalry, not to injure them.
Thousands. For this purpose, thousands of old, weak, sick and disabled people have sacrificed their lives, so what is there to be reluctant to do?"
A trace of sadness flashed in Murong Sheng's eyes: "It's just that there are more than 3,000 brothers who were still eating from the same pot in the morning. Now, don't we need them all? And General Han Yan..."
Murong Yong frowned, and a cold and stern look flashed in his eyes, which made Murong Sheng stop his mouth. His voice was cold and harsh, without any emotion: "Your Highness Sheng, do you know why I didn't let you
, but let Han Yan do this?"
Murong Sheng replied tentatively: "Is it because of King Wu that you are afraid that I will be damaged?"
Murong Yong shook his head: "You are not only the grandson of the King of Wu, but also a soldier of the Yan Kingdom. When you enter the military camp, from the King of Zhongshan to me, to you and His Highness Rou, they are all soldiers, and they all fight and bleed for the Yan Kingdom.
Sacrifice is your eldest father, King Wu. He himself takes the lead in every battle, so how can he let his grandson sit back and be a fearful ghost? Since I have brought you with me, I will treat you as a soldier and will not take care of it.
Whose grandson are you?"
Murong Sheng gritted his teeth and said, "Then please forgive me for being so stupid. I don't know what the right general is thinking."
Murong Yong stood up, looked at Murong Sheng, and said slowly: "Because Han Yan was already a soldier when Dayan was destroyed. He has fought too many battles with me and knows how to escape and abandon his companions.
I won’t have the slightest hesitation, let alone your compassion, so I will send him to carry out this kind of death mission. He will not be reluctant to part with more than 3,000 companions like you, let alone let him go because of guilt.
I will die as well, Your Highness Sheng, I believe that General Han will complete his mission brilliantly!"
Having said this, he stood up, took his helmet with red tassels from Han Yan's hand, put it on his head, and pulled off the ghost face on the helmet, and a ruthless evil ghost iron face appeared.
In front of Murong Sheng: "Now, it's up to us to do what we should do."
Han Yan was running, running fast. As a defeated soldier, he knew the art of escaping. He didn't even look at the battle in front of the camp just now, because he knew the result when he got down from the archery tower.
If the old, weak, sick and disabled were to face the enemy's cavalry on the plain without carts or horses, unless it was the Beifu Army, the outcome would be doomed, and he was very sure that these would be the wounded and slaves.
The main force's miscellaneous troops cannot withstand a charge at all, and will collapse across the board even if it doesn't take even half a quarter of an hour.
It is for this reason that he did not wear the general's armor from the beginning. He asked General Duan from the supply camp to wear his own equipment, disguise himself as himself, and command from the archery tower. However, his armor was purely
It was to escape for his life. After all, Murong Yong's order was a military order. At this time, there were only cold superiors and subordinates, and there was no such thing as twenty-year old friends. Even he knew very well that it was precisely because he believed in his escape and deceit.
He has the ability to fail, so he would entrust this disgraceful task to himself.
The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, accompanied by weapons piercing the human body, horse hoofs trampling bones, and the dying people struggling and shouting, which made people feel terrified. Han Yan had already fled to a place more than 300 steps away from the camp gate.
But the sound of killing seemed to be getting closer, and he knew very well that the enemy must have broken through the outer fence, pursued the defeated soldiers, and rushed straight into the camp.
"Damn it!" Han Yan cursed secretly in his heart, "Where is the ambush? Where is the ambush? Why hasn't it been launched yet?"
A shout came from more than twenty steps behind: "Hey, Thief Yan, where are you going?!"
Han Yan's tiger body trembled, and when he turned around, he saw General Duan wearing his own armor, running and taking off his armor, shouting as he ran: "General Han, save me, save me!"
Behind General Duan, in addition to six or seven small soldiers following him, more than a hundred paces away, there were more than 20 Qin Army cavalry, with their bows and arrows drawn, galloping wildly, and firing their bows and arrows.
It was filled with soldiers of the Qin State who were fleeing in all directions. They all discarded their helmets and armor. Some of them fell down after being hit by arrows, or were knocked down by horses and stepped on them, turning into bloody mud.
Han Yan's heart moved, and he quickly shouted to General Duan: "Old Duan, go to the third battalion on the left and the right. The general on the right is there. You just need to run over and you will be saved!"
A hint of joy flashed across General Duan's face, and he turned around and ran to the left. But before he took two steps, he turned his head again: "General Han, what about you?"
This chapter has been completed!