While everyone was enjoying themselves, the group of cavalry who had entered the hinterland of Yunzhou two days ago was hiding not far away and observing them.

"Boss, what are they doing? Why are they building forts in the Yunzhou hinterland?" A soldier said close to the centurion's ear.

"It's a bit strange." The leader of the Jinbing Centurion frowned: "This ghost place has no village in front and no store in the back. Why would anyone build a fort here? If the fort is to be built, it should be built on the Yishui side.

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"I'm afraid Liang Jun is up to something weird," the soldier said softly.

The centurion squinted his eyes and looked at the figure No. 70 or 80 in the distance. After hesitating for a long time, his eyes turned cold and he said in a deep voice: "Kill them, grab two tongues and ask!"

The soldier's eyes bulged: "Wouldn't the Liang army find out if you kill someone?"

The centurion shouted softly: "I think we have found the secret of the Liang army. We will retreat after scratching our tongues. In this vast valley, it will be difficult for the Liang army to find us. Brothers, the credit is in front of you. Follow us."

I'll kill, don't let anyone escape!"

"promise!"

…

Wang Yi, who was happily telling stories in the crowd, suddenly stopped and looked into the distance with doubt.

"Wang Tou, why don't you talk anymore?" The people around him looked confused.

"Something's wrong, stop talking." Wang Yi raised his hand to silence everyone's voices, frowned and said, "There seems to be the sound of horse hooves."

Everyone looked at each other, where did the sound of horse hooves come from?

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Several sharp arrows shot into the crowd suddenly, and a citizen fell down at the sound, and then a large group of cavalry came out from the valley.

Wang Yi's expression suddenly changed, he threw away his sword, picked up his scimitar, and shouted angrily: "There is an enemy! Get ready to meet the enemy!"

The crowd immediately became confused. The civilians had never seen such a scene before. They were all in a hurry. The soldiers were slightly better, but half of the soldiers were obviously nervous, and the hand holding the knife was already sweating.

Many of them were new recruits, and there were only a dozen veterans who had fought in the war. They stood in the front row, protecting the new recruits behind them.

The centurion of Yanrong saw this scene and had a cruel smile on his lips. In his eyes, these dozens of infantry were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

There were a hundred and ten cavalrymen on the opposite side. Knowing that the situation was critical, Wang Yi turned around and shouted angrily: "Old man Liu, you should flee into the mountains first and don't stay here. Lao He, blow the warning horn, and the other brothers will follow me to meet them."

Enemy, cover the retreat of the people!"

"promise!"

Dozens of soldiers responded in unison, and the recruits flushed. Although it was their first time encountering the enemy, they were not afraid with Wang Yi standing in front of them.

That's our head!

This has always been the habit in the Liang army, with the eldest officer standing at the front. This spirit has long been engraved in the bones of even these new recruits.

The people hurriedly ran towards the mountains, and at the same time a sharp horn sounded:

"Woo~woo~"

This is the unique warning horn of the Liang Army. It is used to transmit signals in the deep mountains. If there happens to be patrolling soldiers nearby who hear the horn sound, they will come immediately.

When the centurion of the Yan army heard the horn sound, his eyes changed, he waved his sword and shouted angrily: "Quick fight! Kill!"

"kill!"

More than a hundred war horses quickly rushed in front of Liang Jun. Wang Yi was an expert after all. When the horses were about to hit his face, he suddenly bent down, swung his knife and cut off the horses' hoofs, and then twisted around twice.

He rolled and dodged the war horse that was following behind him.

"kill!"

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The soldiers on both sides soon engaged in a melee, and dozens of Liang army infantry spread out along the hillside, blocking the way of the Yan soldiers, desperately covering the retreat of the civilians behind them.

A recruit held up his knife tremblingly, suppressing the nervousness in his heart and shouted angrily: "Kill!"

Before the sword could be struck, he was knocked to the ground by the huge impact of the war horse, and he vomited blood and fell. The Yan soldiers on the horse didn't even bother to bend down to apply the knife, because they knew that the next war horse would definitely

It will crush this wounded soldier's chest.

The battle situation was one-sided. The dozen or so veteran soldiers were slightly better off. They formed a formation to fight against the enemy with their experience and still had room to fight back. However, most of the new soldiers were killed in one blow, and most of them were lost in the blink of an eye.

.

Wang Yi's right arm had been stabbed, and blood was gushing out. Looking at the tragic situation, his eyes were red, and he desperately tried to pull up a fallen recruit, but the centurion of the Yan army stabbed him in with a cruel smile.

It hit his chest and blood splattered everywhere.

"Pfft!"

Wang Yi spurted out a mouthful of blood and knelt down weakly on the ground. His eyes gradually dimmed. The moment before he closed his eyes, he was still looking at the fleeing people with worry on his face.

"head!"

Angry roars rang out one after another, and the dozen or so people who survived started slashing around wildly, not caring about their own injuries.

The centurion on horseback said disdainfully: "There are just so many people who want to stop us. You guys, go and arrest some people and ask them!"

"promise!"

"Whoosh!"

A golden soldier who was about to turn around and charge towards the fleeing people was instantly pierced through the head by a sharp arrow, and he was so dead that he could no longer die.

The centurion trembled with fright and turned his head in astonishment, only to see a large group of cavalry rushing from the opposite side of the valley.

The centurion, who originally wanted to perform a meritorious service, knew that the situation was not good, so he turned around and shouted angrily: "It's too late, retreat!"

As soon as the Yan soldiers, who were still aggressive just now, heard the leader's call to retreat, they hurriedly tried to get out of the battle circle. The Liang army infantry who were still alive seemed to realize that the reinforcements had arrived, and they fought desperately to drag the surrounding Jin soldiers with them.

The reinforcements that appeared were two well-organized crossbowmen from the Liang Army. The first centurion shot four feather arrows in succession and then resolutely changed his bow and drew his sword, shouting angrily: "Kill!"

"kill!"

…

The battle ended quickly, and the battlefield was filled with corpses. The crossbowmen were sorting the corpses and placing them neatly on both sides.

The crossbowman centurion slowly wiped the bloody scimitar in his hand. At his feet lay the centurion of the Yan army who was eager to advance.

"Thirty-eight of our infantry brothers died, and only three survived." A soldier walked up to the centurion and reported in a deep voice: "More than a dozen Yan soldiers have escaped, and Chen Biao has taken them with him.

People chased her."

"Damn, where did these bastards come from!" When the Centurion, the crossbowman, heard that so many people had died, he spat fiercely on the corpses of Yan Bing.

"Boss, what should we do now?" the soldier asked in a low voice.

The leader of the crossbowmen pulled the reins and looked away, shouting: "Quickly report to the Yunzhou Command and Envoy Office that Yan soldiers have entered the country! Immediately pass the news to the nearby fortress being built, and be careful, there may be enemy soldiers!

"

"promise!"
Chapter completed!