Nanjiang Road

There is a mountain forest between Dazhou and South Vietnam. Due to winter, the originally dense mountain forest is now basically bare and bitterly cold.

A fierce battle was breaking out in this mountain forest. Forty thousand South Vietnamese soldiers were trapped in the valley by the Nanjiang border troops. The sky was full of trees, rolling stones, and arrows raining down from their heads.

The faces of the South Vietnamese soldiers who were surrounded were full of despair. Their front and rear exits were blocked by Zhou soldiers. They had been surrounded in this valley for three days without a grain of food. They could only rely on war horses to satisfy their hunger and no reinforcements.

, there is no water source, the only way left is to wait for death.

In these three days they prevented more than a dozen breakouts, but to no avail.

Somewhere on the top of the mountain was the general station set up by the Nanjiang Road border army. Wu Xinrou stood on the side of the hillside in a light blue robe, holding the flute he carried with him in his hand. The melodious flute sound floated out in the air.

For a long time.

This young man from Zhong Nanshan looked relaxed, as if the war at the foot of the mountain had nothing to do with him.

Standing behind Wu Xinrou were Ruan Zhixiong and several other generals with resolute faces. These people were all promoted by Wu Xinrou during the war against South Vietnam. Many people looked at Wu Xinrou with confused eyes.

With a kind of fanatical worship.

From the end of the third year of Jingtai, the South Vietnamese invaded Luzhou with successive victories. By the end of the fourth year of Jingtai, only 40,000 of the 80,000 South Vietnamese soldiers were defeated by Wu Xinrou. All the cities originally captured by the South Vietnamese were also recaptured.

, since the Fifth took complete control of the military, South Vietnam has always felt that it is being led by the nose and has no power to fight back.

The sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and Fifth Xinrou didn't even look back, and said calmly: "Let's get started."

Ruan Zhixiong waved his hand, and many generals dispersed one after another. At the same time, the sound of war drums resounded through the mountains and forests.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Under the horrified eyes of the South Vietnamese soldiers, a large group of Zhou Dynasty soldiers came out from all directions. These exhausted South Vietnamese soldiers had little resistance. They faced a massacre.

Wu Xinrou stood with his hands behind his hands and shook his head slightly: "Too inexperienced, I originally wanted to drag out the war for another year and a half, but they insisted on rushing into the encirclement, so you can't blame me."

"Young Master has a clever plan, South Vietnam will be defeated!" Ruan Zhixiong said expressionlessly.

After a year of training, this fifth-hearted confidant has grown into a qualified commander, and is no longer the foolhardy man he was at the beginning.

"South Vietnam is just for us to practice. Don't be too happy and learn to be humble." Fifth Xinrou said with a smile.

Ruan Zhixiong also grinned and said: "With the young master here, our southern frontier army will be victorious in every battle."

"You really dare to say anything. Do you really think that all the military in the world is like South Vietnam?" Fifth Xinrou smiled, and then asked calmly: "Are the deployment arrangements in the army in place?"

"Don't worry, Young Master." Ruan Zhixiong nodded slightly: "The hundred thousand Southern Frontier Army, from the commander to the thousand captain, are all our people. Anyone who disobeys the Young Master's orders will either die on the battlefield or have been dismissed. As long as the Young Master says a word

If so, one hundred thousand frontier troops will surely be able to command like an arm."

"Well, not bad." Fifth Xinrou stretched, then turned around and asked, "Has the information I asked for been delivered?"

"The battle reports from Beiliang, Liaodong, and Pinghan have been compiled into a volume. They were just delivered last night. Do you want to read it now, sir?" Ruan Zhixiong said in a deep voice.

"Look, I'm very interested in the Marquis of Beiliang, haha." Wu Xinrou smiled and sat back on his seat, and Ruan Zhixiong quickly laid out the information he had prepared.

This is the military information in the northern border that Ruan Zhixiong has painstakingly collected. Although it is not exhaustive, it is clear enough to understand the overall battle situation.

There were endless screams in the valley. According to the previous plan, the Taoist soldiers of the Southern Border Division methodically divided the remaining soldiers into more than a dozen small pieces, and then used a move to close the door and beat the dogs.

These Southern Xinjiang Taoist soldiers have fierce faces and enforce orders and prohibitions, which can be called elite soldiers.

But just a year ago, this 100,000-strong army was still a mob. They were either recruits recruited by Nanjiang Road themselves or drawn from various states within the territory. The leading generals had their nostrils turned to the sky, and no one obeyed anyone, and no one put the fifth

Take Xinrou in your eyes.

In just one year, these 100,000 officers were almost completely replaced, and the soldiers also fought dozens of battles with South Vietnam in various sizes, giving them a completely new look.

Fifth Xinrou quietly watched the military report from the northern border, while Ruan Zhixiong stood aside without saying a word. Neither of them paid much attention to the battle at the foot of the mountain.

A sure win!

A few hours passed quickly, and the battle at the foot of the mountain was coming to an end. Rivers of blood flowed in the valley, broken limbs and broken arms were everywhere on the ground, and the South Vietnamese military flag was trampled wantonly by the Zhou war horses.

The South Vietnamese soldiers, who were trembling and kneeling on the ground and wanted to surrender, still couldn't avoid the vicious knife.

Wu Xinrou had already issued a military order to kill the young men and leave no soldiers behind, so that South Vietnam would not dare to touch the border again for ten years.

After a long time, Fifth Xinrou finally put down the book in his hand, frowned and said, "The war in the north is quite strange."

"Is there any problem, sir?" Ruan Zhixiong asked softly.

"Three hundred thousand Yan Rong invaded Beiliang, but they have not been able to advance a step in a year. It really shouldn't have happened. Didn't the Beiliang army invade Liaodong? Logically speaking, there shouldn't be many troops left behind." The fifth heart was soft.

His eyes were narrowed, and his mind was thinking rapidly.

Ruan Zhixiong remained silent. He had no knowledge of the war in the north and had no right to speak.

Suddenly, Fifth Xinrou grinned: "I see, I'm afraid Yan Rong's drunkard doesn't care about drinking!"

"Sir, can you say something that I can understand?" Ruan Zhixiong scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Hahaha, it's okay, you'll understand after a while." Fifth Xinrou laughed and stood up.

"Hey, what do you think of this Northern Lianghou?" Fifth Xinrou changed the subject.

Ruan Zhixiong said without hesitation: "I don't know him at all, so I can't comment much. But the fact that Beiliang sent troops to Liaodong is very satisfying. This is what a real man should do. Then the Marquis of Beiliang must be a hero."

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The fifth heart smiled softly and said nothing, strolled to the edge of the hillside, looked at the battlefield that had returned to peace, and waved his hand: "Go and report the victory to Lord Shangguan, so that our Lord Jiedushi will also be happy.

The New Year is coming soon, and our Nanjiang Road can be regarded as a generous gift to the imperial court."

Ruan Zhixiong's eyes flashed with disdain, but he still responded and turned around to leave.

Fifth Xinrou stood alone on the side of the hillside, looking towards the north and murmuring: "Iron Buddha, Iron Buddha, I don't know how you will deal with it? You won't be able to defeat it, right? I don't want to have no opponent at all."

The long and flowing sound of the flute sounded again.
Chapter completed!