After receiving the order, everyone immediately dispersed to hide around the camp. There was no time to set up the horse-blocking stakes and horse traps. Only a few Beggar Gang disciples who changed their numbers in the uniforms of the Mongolian soldiers were left at the beacon tower and sentry tower.
In the middle of the camp, Murong Fu, Guo Jing and other masters are hidden. The cavalry patrol will arrive and they will launch the first round of attacks.
Suddenly Guo Jing frowned, "Mr. Murong, the smell of blood is so strong that you can smell it two or three miles away when the wind blows. I'm afraid..."
Before he finished speaking, Murong Fu opened his hand and made a move. Immediately, a strong wind blew up, and countless auras rushed in. The palm of his hand gradually turned red, and finally condensed into a ball of blood the size of a fist. There was no longer any smell of blood in the air.
Everyone couldn't help but look horrified when they saw this. Even though they knew that Murong Fu's internal power was unfathomable, they were still surprised by how he could control the energy of heaven and earth with every movement of his hands and feet.
Not long after, a cavalry squad came galloping over, slowed down a mile or two from the stronghold, and then stopped. The leader of the patrol shouted from a distance, "Ajile Amujile Taiyu?"
As soon as these words came out, Murong Fu and others who were hiding in the dark looked confused. Qiu Chuji and Zhou Zhiruo looked at each other, "What did he say?"
Guo Jing pondered for a moment, "He asked if the fortification was going well?"
Murong Fu then remembered that Guo Jing had lived on the grassland for a long time, and was familiar with their language and was cleaning it up, so he blurted out, "Your answer went well."
Guo Jing hesitated for a moment, then raised his voice and said, "Amujiltai!"
After hearing that there was no movement for a long while, the patrol leader seemed to be looking around for something. Suddenly his expression changed drastically, he shouted something, turned his horse around, and the other soldiers followed quickly, and left in two or three breaths.
"Damn, the secret is revealed!" Several experts reacted immediately, and it was already too late to chase them out of the camp.
Zhou Zhiruo moved and wanted to catch up, but was stopped by Murong Fu. With the speed of the cavalry, even if a few of their masters could barely catch up, they would not be able to catch them all.
"What to do now?" Zhou Zhiruo asked.
Murong Fu glared at Guo Jing, "What happened just now?"
Guo Jing sighed, "He asked if it went well. This should be a code word. If I answer that it went well, it means something happened to the stronghold."
In fact, he had doubts just now. Every army will have code words. How can there be such a casual code word? But the situation was urgent just now, and Murong Fu urged him to answer it smoothly. As expected, he turned around without even entering the camp.
Just run.
Murong Fu knew that Guo Jing was not to blame, but it was necessary to pass the blame. He just heard him snort and sneer, "Guo Daxia, I didn't expect that you have been at war with Mongolia for more than ten years, and you can't even answer the other party's code words correctly. I really doubt it.
, how did you survive these ten years?"
Guo Jing was silent, this is the biggest difference between Xiangyang City and the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. In order to take over the Central Plains, Temujin began to prepare more than ten or twenty years ago, including the promotion of Chinese. However, in Xiangyang City, everyone is arrogant.
He was so proud that he did not bother to learn the language of the Hu tribe and the Tatar captives. Nine out of ten spies he sent could not pass the language test.
Qiu Chuji hurriedly came out to smooth things over, "Mr. Murong, the top priority is to make up your mind quickly whether to evacuate or to stay."
Murong Fu's thoughts were racing and he said decisively, "Continue with the previous plan and prioritize the arrangement of the horse blocking stakes and horse traps, and move quickly."
Before he finished speaking, Murong Fu interrupted, "Stop talking nonsense, this is an order, execute it immediately."
"yes!"
Everyone had no choice but to convey the order and lead all the Beggar Clan disciples to set up outside the camp.
Zhou Zhiruo stayed and whispered, "Husband, what exactly do you think?"
Murong Fu pondered, "The previous patrol clearly saw something was wrong, but did not dare to enter the camp to investigate. This means that he found something and felt that his cavalry could not deal with us. If it were you, what would you do?"
Zhou Zhiruo thought for a while, "Go back and gather the people, and come back with all the people to investigate again."
"That's right," Murong Fu nodded, "when the matter is unclear, he will not directly stab the sky. He will only notify other patrol teams to come over, find out the situation first, and then report it."
Zhou Zhiruo's expression changed slightly, "Isn't this too risky? If he gathers a dozen cavalry teams, we won't be able to deal with him."
Murong Fu smiled faintly, "Otherwise, as I expected, the centurion would not have gathered more than five cavalry teams."
"But why?"
Murong Fu took advantage of the fact that there was no one around and gently tapped her nose, "Silly girl, when there are more people, the credit will be diluted. What's more, we are here to take risks. Even if we are defeated, we can retreat calmly."
If Zhou Zhiruo didn't say anything, these masters including the disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion would definitely be able to run away, but it would be a little difficult for the disciples of the Beggar Clan.
Less than half an hour later, more than 2,000 people had finished setting up everything. There was smoke and dust in the distance, and suddenly a group of cavalry came galloping over. A rough count showed that there were about four to five hundred people.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but look at Murong Fu with admiration. Her lover was really powerful. He could predict the enemy's opportunities and make every plan...
In fact, Guo Jing and others had already figured out Murong Fu's plan. At this moment, they all breathed a sigh of relief. They could still deal with the cavalry of four to five hundred people.
Seeing the cavalry getting closer and closer, Murong Fu sent an order, "Everyone should be in position. We must wait until all the cavalry enter the encirclement before taking action!"
When the Lingxiao Pavilion disciples went to deliver the order, Murong Fu said to Guo Jing and others, "The five patrol teams and five centurions are left to you. We must kill them as soon as possible."
Everyone hid according to the previous deployment, and soon five cavalry teams came closer, and their speed gradually slowed down.
"Centurion Gree, are you making a fuss? This camp is normal?" one of the centurions said.
"Yes, with those cowardly Han troops, how could they silently take over the Liangjiekou stronghold?"
The centurion Gree, who had been here once before, said nothing, frowned, and glanced around with hawk-like eyes. After a long time, he said, "My intuition tells me that there must be something wrong here. Don't forget it.
The Han people have countless martial arts masters. If they attack by surprise, it will be difficult for our soldiers to resist."
"Tsk, even if they send a thousand masters, they can't wipe out our fifteen hundred soldiers."
"Stop talking nonsense, go and explore first. If you have any questions, you can report them to the Khan as soon as possible."
As they spoke, the five centurions led their respective cavalry teams towards the camp. The closer they got to the camp, the quieter the atmosphere became, and some of the horses even began to become uneasy.
After opening the gate of the village, the camp was deserted, and there was no smell of blood. The five centurions felt something was wrong and became more solemn and cautious.
"Is there anyone there?" Gree shouted loudly.
The manpower on the beacon tower and the watch tower had been removed, and no one responded to the empty camp. The five centurions looked at each other, and finally Gree said, "Check the tent. Even if you are dead, there should be corpses and blood stains."
The others waved their hands, and the cavalry filed in, inspecting the tents one by one.
Seeing this in the dark, Guo Jing cast a questioning look at Murong Fu. Murong Fu shook his head slightly and said through a message, "Wait until they disperse before taking action."
Soon the cavalry inspected most of the camp, but found no body and no trace of blood. A chilling atmosphere enveloped the camp. The horses became more and more anxious and showed signs of losing control. The five centurions did not know when they had died.
Retreating to the entrance of the village, the five people looked at each other and shouted in unison, "Retreat, retreat!"
While shouting, he galloped towards the outside of the camp.
"Damn, so cunning!" Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, then summoned his inner strength and said, "Do it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a row of sharpened wooden stakes were erected outside the camp. The war horses neighed and stopped instantly. However, the five centurions were caught off guard and flew out. Guo Jing, Zhou Zhiruo, Qiu Chuji and others rushed over.
When they came out, the five of them were cut in half before they even hit the ground, and they were unable to resist at all.
Soon the cavalry in the camp rushed out, and the Beggar Clan disciples appeared and shot out a row of crossbow arrows. The cavalry fell to the ground one after another, leaving only the horses running wildly.
These five cavalry teams were considered elite, but firstly, their leader was dead and there was no one to command them. Secondly, the sneak attack was too sudden, and they could not organize an effective resistance at all, and they were quickly wiped out.
There were a few who reacted quickly enough to avoid the crossbows and rushed out of the encirclement of the Beggar Clan disciples, but in the end they were killed by the Lingxiao Pavilion disciples who were hiding on the outermost edge.
The battle ended as quickly as it started. Except for a few Beggar Clan disciples who were trampled by war horses, Murong Fu's side won a complete victory.
Guo Jing and Qiu Chuji were overjoyed. For more than a month, they had been completely suppressed and beaten. Never had they had such a happy moment when they took the initiative to attack and kill the Mongolian cavalry.
"Okay, this is just an appetizer. Quickly clean up the corpses, rearrange the traps, and wait for the next batch of cavalry to arrive." Murong Fu ordered.
"Yes!" The Lingxiao Pavilion disciple beside him immediately went to pass the order. Guo Jing asked, "What to do with these war horses?"
"Don't you think Mr. Guo wants to send them back?" Murong Fu rolled his eyes and said, "Take them all to the mountain, collect two thousand, and let's ride back."
Guo Jing was at a loss for words. Why did he always feel that Master Murong had a deep prejudice against him? Is it because he had previously opposed his command of Xiangyang City?
Thinking of this, his face became a little unnatural, and he whispered, "Mr. Murong, it was indeed Guo who was short-sighted before. I hope that you will ignore the past grievances, put the overall situation first, and work together to fight against the Tatars."
Murong Fu was stunned when he heard this, then suddenly realized, he smiled slightly and said, "Guo Daxia is serious in what he said. I respect Guo Daxia as a person and understand Guo Daxia's painstaking efforts. I will definitely not seek personal revenge for what happened in the past. It's just that junior sometimes behaves erratically.
I'm speaking without restraint, I hope you can bear with me, Master Guo, and don't bear any grudge against me."
Guo Jing smiled heartily, "Young Master, you are outspoken. It's Guo who uses the heart of a villain to judge a gentleman. I feel ashamed before it's too late. How can I hold a grudge against you?"
"Then let's make an agreement to work together to defend Xiangyang. No matter what happens in the future, Hero Guo can't bear a grudge against me." Murong Fu said with a kind smile on his face, as if he had a deep meaning.
Guo Jing misunderstood what he meant, and sighed quietly, "I do my best to obey fate. If God doesn't help me in Xiangyang, there is nothing I can do about it. Who can I blame?"