The battle of Haoshuichuan is a crucial battle. If defeat can be turned into victory, everything can be regained. Zeng Yunfeng will not pity such a trivial matter. Leaving his post without permission is nothing.

The Xixia army camped in Haiyuan Tiandu Village. There were endless tents in Tiandu Village. It seemed that Xixia's 100,000 troops were not false, but at least there were more than 70,000.

"Are you afraid of Dong Rong?" Zeng Yunfeng said as he patted Dong Rong's shoulder, whose teeth were chattering.

Dongrong glanced at Zeng Yunfeng and expressed that he didn't want to talk.

"Don't be afraid. We won't fight them hard. Within three days, they will definitely send out their troops. Have you read the Chronicles of the Three Kingdoms? We are going to attack Wuchao. Success or failure depends on this." Zeng Yunfeng patted him on the shoulder again and said with a smile.

"But these three days are not going to be easy for us. We are going to have a hard time. Let people prepare more candles and oils. We are going to sing "Burning Tiandu Village."

Zeng Yunfeng slept in the thatch, holding leaves in his mouth, looking at the sky thoughtfully. This battle was not an easy one.

"My lord, my lord, the Xixia army has moved!" Dongrong ran over and said.

"Okay! God help me! The night attack will be tomorrow." Zeng Yunfeng spit out the leaves and got up and laughed.

"I have galloped for hundreds of miles, and my success will be accomplished tomorrow night. The divine wind will surely wish me to defeat the enemy. After breaking the camp, let the soldiers just set fire to it."

At this time, two more people came in and knelt down on one knee to worship, "Master, find out all the food and grass in Tiandu Village!"

"Okay, great, Yu Feng, Yu Jing, you two have done a good job. Everything is ready, all I need now is Bei Feng!" Zeng Yunfeng looked at the sky and murmured to himself.

One day after tomorrow, outside the Xixia camp in Tiandu Village, there was not even a trace of wind. Zeng Yunfeng had nearly two thousand cavalry on guard, and many people were suspicious.

Zeng Yunfeng looked at the suddenly fluttering flag and suddenly got on his horse and shouted, "The north wind has arrived, winter glory, blow the trumpet!"

Woohoo! As the low horn sounded, a blazing fire broke out in the Xixia camp.

"The divine wind has arrived, follow me and kill!"

The northerly wind carries fine yellow sand, which is a unique feature of the north wind in the northwest region, and is also an excellent boost for Zeng Yunfeng.

The nearly 10,000 troops left behind in Xixia were so blown by the wind that they could hardly keep their eyes open. On the contrary, Zeng Yunfeng's troops had strong morale because God was on their side.

"Don't get entangled, set fire first, and then let me cover you up." Zeng Yunfeng said and threw out all the oil cans and candles. The fire was burned into pieces by the wind, and the killing continued.

"Hurry and report the Wu soldiers, the Song army..." Before the Tiandu Village guard finished speaking, an arrow pierced from his mouth with blood foam on it. He stared and turned to

On the ground.

The Xixia soldier looked up in horror. In the distance was Dong Rong, who was holding a crossbow. The string of the bow was still trembling slightly. At this time, he could no longer see the greenness at all, and his eyes were filled with ice.

Looking at the crossbow pointing at themselves again, the Xixia soldiers were filled with despair.

The attack of the Xixia people was okay, but the defense was far from satisfactory. After a night of fierce fighting, Tiandu Village was burned to ashes, and the whole camp exuded a strong smell of barbecue, but it made me sick to smell it.

"My lord, we have captured two thousand people. The others fled or dispersed. We captured more than three thousand war horses. Most of the other materials were burned. Our army suffered more than seven hundred casualties. The losses of the local people in Lingzhou were not great."

"One general's success has made all the bones dry, but it's not over yet. Let's see how many of these prisoners are willing to surrender and transform. Give them a chance."

"I'm going to catch up on my sleep first, Dongrong, ordered to repair for two hours. After two hours, one person and three horses will rush to Huaiyuan City, bring enough dry food, and throw away all other things. Find a place to bury the gold and silver. No one is allowed to take it.

"Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed! Those who are unwilling to be transformed will be killed on the spot without leaving any survivors!" A cold-blooded voice came from afar. Dongrong felt a chill in his neck when he heard it, and looked at Zeng Yunfeng, whose back was full of complex expressions.

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Tiandu Village is still more than two hundred miles away from Huaiyuan City in Liupan Mountain, but it still has to go around Tiandu Mountain and Liupan Mountain, which is estimated to be more than three hundred miles. He doesn't have the patience to carry a lot of valuables with him.

The alienated captives are on their way.

After Zeng Yunfeng woke up, he looked at Dong Rong's haggard face, obviously suffering from special mental torture.

"Dong Rong, in this war, either you die or I die. Li Yuanhao must be beaten painfully, otherwise he will not stop. Do you still remember those Lingwu people who died in the first year of Kangding!" Zeng Yunfeng squeezed Dong with all his strength.

Rong's shoulder said.

After hearing this, Dongrong nodded heavily and his eyes became firm again.

Zeng Yunfeng and others ran for a day and happened to catch up with the Battle of Haoshuichuan.

"Master, why don't we join the battle?"

"There's no rush, our horses also need to rest. We don't have many people, so we must hit with one hit. Good steel is used on the blade. Order the troops to cover their tracks and camp on the spot." Zeng Yunfeng ignored Dong Rong and prepared.

Fall down and go to sleep.

"Report to my lord, the main force of the Xia army has bypassed Weizhou and headed towards Haoshui River." Yu Feng came to report.

"This Ren Fu can't even figure out where the main force of the Xia army is, so he underestimates the enemy and rushes in."

"Yu Feng, let go of half the people in Xiying. I want to know everything about Haoshuichuan. Be careful!"

"Send another person to tell Ren Fu that Lingzhou Sheng Hong is on the side and the Xia army is ambushing in front."

"Send another person to see Han Qi in Weizhou with my letter!" Zeng Yunfeng quickly wrote a letter and handed it to him.

"Yes! My lord."

"Yu Jing."

"exist!"

"I'll give you five hundred men. They'll sneak around the mountains and set up flags. They'll rise when the signal is given. I'm going to break their military morale!"

"Yes!" Yu Jing took the order and left.

"My lord, this way General Ren Fu can avoid the ambush." ​​Dong Rong said.

"It's hard to say whether he can listen or not. Moreover, he has already got into the jar. If he doesn't break the jar, how can he get out?"

"Ignore him and go to sleep!"

After a good night's sleep to recuperate, the battle started in the morning and was getting close to intense.

"Report, the main force of the Xia army has begun to encircle."

"Explore again!"

"Report, the Xia army's iron kite cavalry is attacking."

"Explore again!"

"Report, the Xia army has defeated the front army of the Song army, and the middle army of the Song army has retreated."

"Weizhou marched all night, and the vanguard reinforcements have arrived in Guyuan."

"Report, the Song army is trapped in a deep valley and is fighting fiercely!"

"Report, Yuan Hao's banner has been raised at Yamaguchi."

"Okay, the real master is finally here. Come on, help me put on my armor. Yu Zhong, pull out your iron-fisted army to show this so-called ruthless soldier of Xia Kingdom."

"Yes! My lord." The naive Yu Zhong raised the corners of his mouth and smiled cruelly.

"Dongrong, I will leave the remaining heavy and light cavalry to you. I want you to hold Xia Jun's iron kite at all costs."

"Take orders!"

Putting on the armor, Zeng Yunfeng led a hundred iron-fisted troops and rushed straight to the top of the mountain. The one-hundred iron-fisted troops were the elite among Zeng Yunfeng's elite. With the only one hundred iron horizontal swords, they were overwhelming and unstoppable. They headed straight towards Xixia like tanks.

The soldiers ran over them. They were naked heavy infantry.

The resistance of the Xixia people is like a bunch of sheep. In front of the iron-fisted army with iron swords in hand, no one is an enemy.

With one strike, all armor will be shattered. In today's era, apart from the eight-oxen crossbow and gunpowder, Zeng Yunfeng could not think of anything that could directly break through the armor of the Iron Fist Army.

"Sheng Hong, if you haven't shown up yet, when will you wait?" Ren Fu, who was hit by an arrow in the formation, shouted wildly towards the sky.

The bow was opened and the moon was full, and the wind-breaking heavy arrow shot from an unknown place cut off Yuan Hao's banner with one arrow. Several Xixia soldiers were stunned when they saw the banner fall.

"Wei Mingxiao is dead!"

"Wei Mingxiao is dead!"

Three short horns and one long horn sounded, and countless Song army flags and shouts were erected on the hills everywhere.

"Haha! Reinforcements have arrived, follow me and kill!" Ren Fu shouted excitedly when he saw the flag on the top of the mountain and raised his knife.

Xia Jun was horrified. He didn't expect that when a mantis stalks a cicada, there is an oriole behind it.

"Who is that person?" Li Yuanhao frowned as he looked at Zeng Yunfeng, who was on the top of the mountain, with his bow and flag broken.

"I don't know either." Zhang Yuan was a little flustered.

"I didn't expect that Song Ting still has such a capable minister. It's a pity that he can't be used by me. It's a pity."

At this time, Zeng Yunfeng raised his eyes and saw Zhang Yuan and Li Yuanhao. He immediately drew his bow and aimed an arrow at Li Yuanhao. The arrow came suddenly like light and electricity.

Li Yuanhao grabbed Zhang Yuan and blocked his chest. The arrow broke through the ribs and penetrated Zhang Yuan's chest. Before the arrow's power was exhausted, it pierced Li Yuanhao's shoulder again.

"Wuzi, you!" Zhang Yuan looked back at Li Yuanhao, his heart was filled with sadness. After saying this, he died of anger.

If Zeng Yunfeng knew that this person was Zhang Yuan, the big traitor who caused Hao Shuichuan's tragic defeat, he would probably be extremely happy. Li Yuanhao didn't care, Zhang Yuan was really a hateful person, and not killing him would not be enough to anger the common people.

Historically, this man looked at the corpses of Song troops strewn in the Haoshui River. Zhang Yuan, the military advisor of the Western Xia Dynasty, wrote a poem on the wall of Jieshang Temple arrogantly: "How could Xia Song ever stand tall? Han Qi is no wonder."

The rivers are full of dragons and tigers, and they still talk about war plans."

But as a Han Chinese, he used the mountains of corpses and blood of the Song army to gain fame for himself. His complacency was beyond words. At that time, he had no idea or memory of who his ancestors were.

His death in Haoshuichuan today is truly a good reincarnation of cause and effect.

"Wuzi, let's leave quickly!" A Xixia general cut off Zhang Yuan's body without hesitation and dragged out Li Yuanhao.
To be continued...