The sparks reflected the light of the sword, and the arrows in the military stronghold were like a rain of light.
Cao's soldiers were like moths fluttering against the flames, and they fell into a pool of blood one after another.
The dark night hides danger and conceals the fear in my heart, and my desperate roar seems to drown out the sound of the water next to me.
No one knows what Zhang He promised before the war, because they seemed so brave.
Pang De's sword was like a Shura coming to the world. The sharp blade struck and swept across. The strong deterrent force prevented Cao's soldiers from getting close to the antlers.
Yan Yan even had someone roll out a simple catapult and throw huge rocks towards Cao Bing's rear area.
Objects fell from high altitude, causing screams.
After two hours of fierce fighting, the offensive of Yang Ang's side gradually weakened, and the originally confident expressions of the soldiers gradually turned into stiffness and even fear.
Yang Ang's 10,000 soldiers have been reduced by 30%, and they still cannot break through the opponent's stronghold gate.
Zhang He's order to him was to fight to the death until the enemy camp by the Danqu River was broken.
Do you want to continue? Do you want to sacrifice fearlessly?
At this time, flames suddenly ignited on Daqing Mountain, and someone in Cao's army shouted in surprise: "There is a fire on the mountain."
Yang Ang first discovered that it was true. The location of the fire was Cao Jun's camp, where there were only remaining supplies such as food, grass, clothing, and weapons.
A raging fire is not like an accidental fire, but who can sneak up on the mountain at night?
Could it be that the captive people mutinied?
Yang Ang's back felt cold when he thought about it. There were more than 30,000 civilians there, many of them were strong men.
"Go back to camp quickly."
Yang Ang ordered the withdrawal under great pressure, but he could not defeat the enemy in front of him. If he lost his own camp, it would undoubtedly be a disaster for this lone army that penetrated deep into Badi.
Yang Ang estimated that Pound did not dare to pursue him at night. After all, Zhang Fei had encountered ambushes during the day, so when he retreated, he did not specially arrange personnel to break up the rear.
Pang De had different ideas from Yang Ang. He took the initiative to pursue Zhang Fei's arrangement, leaving only veteran Yan Yan with a small number of troops to defend.
Wei Yan detoured to the south of Danqu via the waterway. After cleaning up Zhang He's informants on the periphery, he arrived near the southern foot of Daqing Mountain a few days ago. He contacted Yan Yan and Pang De and agreed to take the initiative to attack if there was a fire on the mountain.
Pang De led his army in hot pursuit. Under great psychological pressure and unable to see the road in the dark, many Cao soldiers were knocked down and trampled to death. Many others were squeezed into the water of the canal, and were eventually swept up by the turbulent river.
underwater.
The retreating Cao army was instantly in chaos. Their survival instinct made them forget orders and discipline, and only thought about how to survive.
Yang Ang couldn't even stop the chaos by killing several people, and he was inexplicably pushed to the back by the rebels.
"Yang Ang, accept your fate."
Pang De's voice was like a mountain ghost calling out his soul. Yang Ang's head was missing before he could turn around. Cao Bing, who had lost his leader, suddenly became a lamb to be slaughtered.
Some were trampled and fell to death, some were beheaded on the roadside, some slipped and fell into the water, some knelt down and surrendered, and some fled up the mountain.
Yang Ang's front line ended in complete defeat, and the noise in the valley stopped abruptly at Haishi.
Zhang He also marched to Zhang Fei's village after nightfall with great fanfare, and bright torches illuminated the night sky as bright as day.
Compared with the camp built by Yan Yan next to Danqu, Zhang Fei chose a more tricky location for his new camp.
It was a small pass between two mountains, with a rushing river passing by on one side. Setting up camp on it was like guarding the throat.
Zhang He saw that the pass had a high terrain, a small contact area, and was condescending. He couldn't help but cursed in front of the formation: "Zhang Fei, a common man, came all the way here to build a camp and stronghold? Are you afraid of me, Zhang He?"
Zhang Fei was also well prepared. He urged Wu Zhui to come forward and answer: "Hahaha, Zhang He, son, do you really dare to think about it? Ask yourself how you compare to Yan Liang? How about comparing to Lu Bu? Third question, you can escape from my hands.
How many times has it been?”
Zhang He was startled when he heard this. In terms of martial arts, he couldn't afford to offend this black guy, but in terms of resourcefulness, he could beat Zhang Fei.
"What is there to show off about the bravery of an ordinary man? Have you forgotten your predicament at the foot of Daqing Mountain? Now you are still arrogantly dividing your troops. You haven't read "Sun Tzu's Art of War", have you? Do you know what 'double is divided'? I now have several times the strength of my troops.
As for you, you actually took the initiative to divide the troops, I don't know what to say." Zhang He twirled his beard with a look of contempt on his face.
Zhang Fei sneered and asked: "How can you divide my troops if I don't divide them? When you were so self-righteous just now, didn't you think that all this was my strategy?"
"You bastard, you have a plan? Do you want to laugh me to death? You are really deceiving yourself. I am not afraid to tell you now. The obstructive camp in the west will be wiped out tonight. Tomorrow I can return to Hanzhong along the Danqu River, and thousands of people will
What can the enemy do to me?" Zhang He laughed wildly.
Zhang Fei shook his head gently, "I feel so pitiful for you. Is Cao Cao's food too bad? Do you want to abandon the dark side and join the bright side now? Then I will arrange some pig brains for you to replenish. I happen to know a good cooking method...
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"Zhang Fei, don't be so arrogant." Zhang He was furious.
"Come on, come on, I haven't fought at night for a long time, come and fight with me." Zhang Fei put on a posture ready to fight.
"Give it to me." Zhang He frowned and didn't respond, then pointed his gun at Zhang Fei and shouted. Although he was angry, he was clear-headed. He would not fight recklessly against an opponent he couldn't defeat.
"What a waste." Zhang Fei spat on the ground.
The two armies fought in the dark night, but due to Zhang Fei's condescending position, Zhang He's troops attacked fiercely for several rounds and their momentum suddenly dropped.
Zhang He was very frustrated during this period of fighting. The 30,000 men under his command were enough to attack the city, but they were completely unable to execute the previous tactics in the mountains. He wondered how he would fight the next battle into Shu?
"Call the gold and withdraw the troops." Zhang He ordered the soldiers beside him.
Dangdangdang, the sound is particularly clear and harsh.
The troops fighting desperately in the front retreated behind Zhang He one after another. Zhang Fei pushed aside his halberd hands and walked to the front of the formation and laughed: "You actually gave up so quickly. How many times do you have to be humiliated before you remember? I can't afford to offend you.
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"Zhang Fei, don't be complacent. Yan Yan's white head may have been chopped off."
Zhang He's face was as dark as water at this time. He couldn't defeat Zhang Fei in a single fight, and he didn't have an advantage in the confrontation between soldiers. In terms of momentum and words, he would never admit defeat.
Zhang Fei scolded him boringly and was about to return to camp when he suddenly saw a fire on Daqing Mountain in the south, so he pointed in that direction and sneered: "Zhang He, son, look back for yourself. Whoever calculated it is not sure."
Zhang He turned his head in confusion and found that there was indeed a fire on the top of the mountain. The fact that the flames could be seen so far away meant that they were actually burning very brightly, and that location was where his camp on the mountain was.
Zhang He left a lot of people on the mountain. Why didn't anyone save him if there was a fire? Moreover, the temperature on the mountain is very low in winter, so how could there be an accidental fire?
Chapter completed!