"Snapped!"

"Drive! Drive!"

"Swish swish~"

Outside the vast pass, a group of forty or fifty Yan army scouts were waving their whips desperately and running away in broad daylight as if they had seen a ghost.

Because of the extremely fast running of the war horses, they left a deep and shallow horse hoof mark on the plain.

A bald commander led by Yan Jun looked back from time to time, his breathing becoming more and more rapid. The whip in his hand was swung harder and harder, and the horse that sat down increased its speed again.

Behind them, a large number of Liang Army crossbowmen were chasing after them, and waves of arrows were fired at them against the wind.

"Ahhhh~"

The arrows of the Liang army were extremely accurate, and most of them could be shot into the Yan army's formation.

Accompanied by pitiful screams, Yan soldiers fell off their horses and died. Even if they survived, they were destined to become the military merits of the crossbowmen behind them.

The bald commander's face was so frightened that he had no time to raise his bow to fight back. The crossbow hung on the horse's back became a decoration.

Originally, today they were patrolling thirty miles northwest of Wuguan as usual, and unexpectedly a group of Liang Army crossbowmen came out and killed them.

In just one battle, the Yan army of more than a hundred people was lost in half, and even the leading centurion was killed.

Fortunately, the bald captain ran fast, otherwise he would have turned into a dead body long ago.

There was a familiar face in the hand of You Nu who was following closely behind him, that was Si Yangshuo, who was regarded as his own son by the school captain Heng Yinyang.

In the last mission of delivering a message, Si Yangshuo fully demonstrated his ability to remain calm and adapt to emergencies in times of crisis, and has been promoted to the rank of Centurion Crossbowman.

This time, the Daliang Dragon Riders were dispatched to start a battle of revenge. Colonel Heng Yinyang personally led the crossbowmen to open the way, and Si Yangshuo also followed the army.

Looking at the bald head with white spots in front of him, Si Yangshuo slowly raised the bow and arrow in his hand, and a pitch black arrow was placed on the bow string.

In Si Yangshuo's sight, the arrow was constantly moving with the bald figure, but Si Yangshuo used experience to move the arrow's crosshair slightly forward by one body.

"Whoosh!"

At a certain moment, the arrow finally came out of the string, causing a burst of wind and then stabbed hard into the bald leader's left shoulder.

"Hiss~"

The bald man on horseback leaned forward suddenly, gasped, and almost fell off the horse.

After swaying left and right for a while, he finally stabilized his body and continued to run wildly despite the severe pain in his arm.

Si Yangshuo frowned slightly, as if he was a little dissatisfied with the accuracy of his arrows, and he nocked a bow and arrow again.

"Whoosh!"

This time, the speed from winding to releasing the arrow was extremely fast, with almost no pause.

The target of the arrow also changed. It drew a slightly curved arc in the air and then plunged hard into the butt of the dark black horse.

"Cry~"

"Plop~"

The war horse roared and fell to the side, throwing the injured bald captain away.

"Plop~plop~"

The bald captain rolled twice on the ground and fell to pieces.

"Bah~"

After finally struggling to get up, he spit out the dirt in his mouth, then limped forward and ran forward. The blood stains along his shoulders had stained his upper body red.

At this time, his eyes were almost desperate, and he could already hear the sound of horse hooves very close behind him.

"Da da da~"

"drink!"

When he felt the cool breeze blowing from his back, the bald commander stopped running. Instead, he roared, pulled out the saber from his waist and swung it back violently.

I'm sure I'm going to die. Let's see if I can get some support before I die.

"when!"

"Pfft!"

Before the scimitar in his hand could be swung into the air, Si Yangshuo's blade struck behind him first. With one blow, the weapon in the bald man's hand flew to the ground, and at the same time, the blade went straight across his throat.

"Pfft~"

The bald head man spat out a mouthful of blood, clutching his throat and trembling on the ground.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

"Chichi~"

"Ahhhh~"

After a while, dozens of Yan soldiers who were fleeing desperately were all killed. Apart from corpses covered with blood, there was not a single living Yan soldier on the vast plain.

Si Yangshuo looked coldly at the corpses on the ground and shouted softly:

"Report to the army, the road has been cleared! It is passable!"

"promise!"

…

Night fell slowly, and the aroma of wine filled the Yan army's tent.

Both Mu Yunduankang and Shentu Chenfeng had exquisite wine glasses in their hands, but Baili Shen was the only one holding a cup of tea.

Baili Shen, who was not born in the military, was not fond of spirits and would only drink a glass occasionally to soothe his mood.

Mu Yunduankang stared at the map and murmured: "It's strange, why is Liang Jun so quiet recently? Is this the case?"

In fact, they have all reached a consensus in the past few days that the Liang army in the city will definitely retaliate, so even though it is midnight, there are still a large number of cavalry in the Yan army camp preparing for war.

Shentu Chenfeng was playing with a small dagger in his right hand and said lightly:

"When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. I think the quieter Liang Jun is, the more ghost there is."

Although Shentu Chenfeng was not familiar with Chenyue, if he were King Liang, he would never swallow this sigh of relief.

The small dagger danced back and forth on Shentu Chenfeng's fingertips, making Mu Yunduankang's scalp numb.

Baili Shenze said calmly: "For the sake of military morale and morale, Prince Liang on the opposite side will take revenge on us no matter what, just wait~"

Baili Shen hit the nail on the head and pointed out the reason why Chenyue must fight this battle.

"Your Highness, the scouts are here to see you. We have something urgent to report." A soft drink rang out from outside the tent.

"Come in!" Baili Shen shouted calmly.

A rather burly general came in, knelt on one knee, and said eagerly:

"His Royal Highness, three teams of scouts who went out on patrol yesterday did not return. After investigation, all three teams of scouts have been killed. At the same time, traces of a large group of cavalry were found along the way."

Shentu Chenfeng raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Isn't this the case?"

Baili Shen waved his hand lightly: "Come on, show me where Liang Jun is."

The general kneeling on the ground respectfully pointed out the location where the scout was killed and the cavalry was found on the map next to him.

After pointing out the location, the general withdrew wisely and did not disturb the discussion of the three bosses.

Baili Shen stared at the map for a while and said with interest:

"Want to cut off our grain road in Bai Leyuan? Why did Liang Jun choose such a place?"

After hearing this, Mu Yun Duankang and Shen Tu Chenfeng also gathered around, and all three of them showed strange expressions.

The terrain of Bai Leyuan is flat and there is no secret at all. The Liang army will definitely be exposed under the eyes of the Yan soldiers.

What does Liang Jun want to do? Is the sneak attack justifiable?

"You're so arrogant~" Mu Yunduankang was a little unhappy, which was undoubtedly a contempt for Yan Jun.

Shentu Chenfeng raised his hand, inserted the dagger into the scabbard, and said coldly:
Chapter completed!