"Your Majesty! Your Majesty is in trouble!"

A hurried figure burst into Zhou Weiran's inner tent like the wind. His face was very anxious, and his hurried footsteps also brought the cold wind into the tent.

It was late at night, Zhou Weiran had already fallen asleep, and the silk blanket covering him looked extremely gorgeous.

The round-faced general's hurried shouting woke up the King of Dongting from his sleep. Zhou Weiran, who was half asleep, shouted impatiently:

"What's wrong? Why are you so anxious!"

There was a trace of anger on Zhou Weiran's face. No matter who it was, he would definitely be unhappy to be woken up from his sleep.

The deputy general shrank his head and said quickly:

"Your Majesty, the Liang army has broken out of the city and is attacking my camp. There are about tens of thousands of cavalry. Our three thousand cavalry who stayed outside the city to monitor suffered heavy casualties and have now retreated."

This general was on duty tonight. Originally, the two sides had just had a small fight, and he never came to report.

When the cavalry who escaped from the battlefield told him the news today, he was also shocked on the spot. Although it was late at night, he had no choice but to come and report.

"What!"

Zhou Weiran suddenly woke up and sat up from the bed in a flash: "Tens of thousands of cavalry? Have they already entered the camp?"

"Not yet, there are still ten miles away from the front camp, and the three thousand cavalry from the front camp have already left the camp to meet the enemy!"

"Hoo~"

Zhou Weiran, who had just been shocked, breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't break into the Chinese army camp, it wouldn't be too bad.

Zhou Weiran rubbed his sleepy eyes, thought for a moment and said: "The whole army is on alert. The cavalry will come out of camp and form an array. If the infantry refuses the horses, send someone to notify General Wanyan!"

"promise!"

"Woo~woo~"

The shrill sound of the horn resounded through the night sky, and the entire Yan Army camp suddenly became restless.

Large swaths of firelight lit up, and the soldiers who were still sleeping also walked out of the barracks with their weapons in confusion.

"Move quickly! Get out of camp and assemble!"

"Over there! Stay away!"

…

The fast-moving cavalry troops were already rushing towards the front camp one after another, shouting and shouting endlessly, and the banks of the Yishui River were filled with a murderous atmosphere.

Zhou Weiran and Wanyan Bi also appeared on a high slope, with heavy cavalry guards behind them.

Both of their expressions were a little solemn. They had speculated that Chen Yue would make a big move before, but they didn't expect this to happen.

"The 20,000 to 30,000 cavalry troops should be the entire main force in Liangjun City, right? They were all sent out at once?" Zhou Weiran said softly.

After fighting for so long, they knew the approximate strength of the Liang army in the city.

"There is a big difference between 20,000 people and 30,000 people." Wanyanbi stopped and looked into the distance and said.

Although it was still dark in the distance where the two men could see, the scouts coming and going were already relaying military reports on their fast horses, and the Liang army and the cavalry from the front camp had long been fighting together.

Zhou Weiran glanced at Wanyan Bi, frowned and said, "Do you suspect they have other intentions?"

"The art of war is full of fictitiousness and reality. It's cloudy and foggy." Wanyanbi said softly:

"Based on our experience in fighting against him, he will not use all his troops at once. No matter how powerful the current sneak attack is, his backup plan has definitely not come out yet."

Wanyanbi, who used to be a little impetuous, has become much calmer, and it can be seen that he can dig deeper when considering problems.

Zhou Weiran nodded thoughtfully and chuckled: "I can probably guess what they are going to do."

Wanyan Bi curled up his lips and said, "Let me go to the front camp and have a look. I would like to know if Chen Yue is really brave."

"Go ahead~" Zhou Weiran waved his hand gently.

…

"Dang Dang Dang!"

"Ahh~"

"kill!"

Only five or six miles away from the front camp of the Yan army, a fierce melee broke out between the Zhenliao army and the Yan army cavalry who came to intercept.

After the defeated soldiers in the front fled back, a cavalry army of 3,000 people went out to meet the enemy, followed closely by another 3,000 cavalry troops.

They couldn't let the Liang army rush into the camp. The infantry who had just gotten out of bed needed some time to form their formation.

At first, Yan Jun couldn't figure out how many people came from Liang Jun. He thought that six thousand cavalry would be enough, and at least they could delay it for a while, right?

But they were wrong. There were more people coming from Liangjun than they thought...

"drink!"

Yue Zhanpeng, who was in the cavalry formation, suddenly thrust out a spear. He held the middle part of the spear with his right hand and pressed the end of the spear with his left hand. He exerted force with both arms at the same time, so fiercely that he completely picked up a Yan soldier on horseback.

Mid-air.

"Pfft~"

Yan Bing, who had a spear pierced through his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, his body twitching continuously, and his eyes were full of horror.

"drink!"

Yue Zhanpeng roared again and slammed the Yan soldier into the crowd not far away.

"Bang bang bang!"

Several Yan soldiers were horrified as they watched the huge black shadow hit them, then vomited blood and fell from their horses.

In this chaotic battlefield, falling off a horse is almost equivalent to death in battle.

This scene made the Yan troops around Yue Zhanpeng feel frightened. Three of them looked at each other, gritted their teeth and clapped their horses and rushed towards them.

"Die!"

The leading Yan Jun seemed to be an officer, roaring and waving his sword out.

"Dang Dang Dang."

Yue Zhanpeng's spear flicked left and right, blocking two powerful and heavy swords from Yan Jun.

Yan Bing, who had not yet made any progress, passed by Yue Zhanpeng on the wrong horse. His arm was so shaken that he did not forget to glare at Yue Zhanpeng fiercely.

"Chi~chi~"

Yue Zhanpeng had no expression on his face, he just raised his spear horizontally, preparing to meet the two Yan troops rushing towards him from the left and the right.

"watch out!"

Two gleaming broadswords fell on his head, attacking from two different directions.

"when!"

Yue Zhanpeng raised his spear upwards, blocking the falling blades with a little effort.

"drink!"

Yue Zhanpeng, who had not exerted all his strength, increased his strength a little and blocked the scimitar at once. Then he swung the gun shaft in a semicircle around his waist and hit the chest of the Yan Jun on the right heavily with the gun shaft.

"Pfft~"

Yan Bing, who suffered a heavy blow, vomited blood and fell from his horse, while the other man's eyes turned cold and he swung his sword again.

Yue Zhanpeng bent over suddenly, and the blade of the knife passed close to his scalp. At the same time, Yue Zhanpeng drew the knife and slashed Yan Bing's thigh.

"hiss!"

Yan Bing, who passed Yue Zhanpeng on the wrong horse, grimaced in pain. Before he could think of his next move, a sharp carbine shot pierced his back.

"Pfft~"

Blood flowed from the corner of Yan Bing's mouth. He opened his mouth weakly, but eventually fell off his horse and died.

The officer of the Yan Army who had fought with Yue Zhanpeng before and survived, felt his scalp numb when he saw this scene. This general of the Liang Army was too brave.

"Damn it, if I can't beat you, why can't I run away?" Yan Bing muttered to himself, turned his horse and left.

"Chi~"

Before he could take a few steps, a knife came out of the darkness and cut his throat directly.

The one wielding the sword was an ordinary Liangjun cavalryman. He didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, he just curled his lips and said:
Chapter completed!