Fortunately, this time He Lingchuan used his strong character and played steadily, and finally found his opponent's flaw and won the victory with one blow.
As soon as He Lingchuan opened the tent door, he saw raindrops like a curtain, and he couldn't even see the people and horses three feet away.
The visibility is almost as bad as thick fog.
Just reach out for a few seconds and you will be able to hold back a full amount of rainwater to wash your face.
He poured some cold water on his face and thought about what technique to use next time he saved up his military merit. He accumulated valuable experience in every actual battle, but now he felt that he lacked a high-explosive martial skill.
I'll use the Mirror Image technique next time.
The Yuan Army camp retreated more than a hundred feet, and simply stationed itself on the hard rock ground, so there was no risk of collapse, and it was more than two feet higher than the river surface.
But the price is that there are more snakes, rats and other small animals, and people are often bitten.
Neither Zhao Pan nor He Chunhua relaxed their vigilance, especially as they were wary of Hong Chenglue's revenge, and their requirements for camp defense were getting higher and higher day by day.
Yuan Bing didn't understand why and secretly complained.
After only three or five steps outside the tent, the whole body was soaked; the ground was covered with yellow mud and water, and either dirty shoes or crotches were dirty. At this time, the whole camp should be resting, but why did General Zhao want everyone to guard and defend to the death?
The enemy is on the other side, how can we take advantage of this terrible weather to cross the river and launch a sneak attack?
Encountered by continuous heavy rains, He Chunhua's team was also trapped in the camp and could not return south. He stayed on the front line for longer than expected.
This was also one of the sources of uneasiness in his heart.
If it's too late, things will change.
The clouds were thick and it got dark so quickly that it didn't even have to wait until sunset.
The last bit of light between heaven and earth couldn't wait to disappear, and the entire Kite Army camp was caught in a big web woven by heavy rain and darkness.
In such bad weather, the guards have to continue patrolling.
The torches they held were soaked in special oil and could burn for lighting even on rainy days.
Although he was wearing a poncho, the clothes underneath and the shoes on his feet were still wet, sticky, and clammy. Especially after the shoes got wet, they made a squeaking sound when walking.
"Damn weather!" The newly replaced sentry patrolled the river bank with a torch, stretched out his hand to wipe the rainwater that flowed into his eyes, and cursed secretly.
The original camp site is now under the river. The river bank has collapsed several times, and the current shoreline has shrunk by nearly a hundred feet to the south, but they still walk cautiously.
The day before yesterday, an unlucky companion had a landslide beneath his feet and fell into the river, where he was swept away in the blink of an eye.
Therefore, the sentry only walked along the shore in a perfunctory manner, and he was only thirty feet away from the water.
In this kind of weather, it is impossible for the enemy to lie on the bank. If General Zhao had not insisted, no one would be willing to approach the river.
Nothing out of the ordinary, he walked back.
It's been like this for so many days and nights.
An hour later, the sentry came over again.
This is the second round. As long as you complete three rounds tonight, someone will take over.
He still looked around carelessly, but before returning, he felt something was wrong.
He was too lazy to move at first, but after some mental struggle, he reluctantly walked back to the shore and raised the torch.
The heavy rain was endless, and the Han River was also violent. Every time he came here, he could hear the sound of water waves hitting the shore, and it was like thunder.
But why not tonight?
All he heard was the patter of rain.
The sentry carefully moved to the shore, and the torch shone down——
Strange thing, where is the water?
There was no water a foot below the river bank, and he saw muddy sand underneath.
The torch was stretched farther forward, but within the range illuminated by the firelight, he still could not see the river.
What's going on? When he came here for patrol for the first time, the waves were still lapping against the shore.
The river flows back?
Speaking of which, there seems to be something moving in the darkness at the edge of the fire?
He was looking around when four or five arrows shot up from below. Most of them missed, but one pierced his eye.
The sentry looked up to the sky and then fell.
The shooter below has no energy and cannot aim accurately, so he fires multiple shots at once to find a high probability.
This sentry had Yuan Power, so even if he was hit by an arrow, it would not be too serious, but he was also unlucky, and it happened that the arrow hit his eye, which was a critical blow.
As soon as he fell, the torch also fell, and the flickering light of the fire alarmed two companions not far away. The latter ran closer, and when they saw the bright arrows on his body, they blew a quick whistle.
Enemy attack!
Almost at the same time, a thundering cry rang out from below the river bank, which temporarily silenced the heavy rain:
"Come on -"
"General Nian will definitely win!"
Something seemed to be moving in the darkness, heading towards the high ground.
After a while, countless small flickering flames lit up below the river bank, and in an instant they turned into flowing fire that cut across the sky——
Then he landed on the tent, carriage, and fence of Yuanbei Camp!
Although the weapons and tarpaulins were soaked by heavy rain for several days, the arrows were coated with special oil and could still burn in rainy days. At the same time, the north wind boosted the fire, so the Kite camp was still on fire.
Zhao Pan and He Chunhua both sat up in shock from their dreams, rushed out of the tent and took a look. Fire arrows were flying from above, shooting everywhere indiscriminately.
"Sir, be careful!"
All the personal guards surrounded him one after another.
Zhao Pan picked up his big bow and pulled out the fire arrow stuck on the tent pole. Regardless of the obstruction of his guards, he rushed forward a hundred steps before bending his bow and shooting high, aiming at the river in front of him.
With the strength of his arm and the help of Yuanli, he can shoot more than 300 steps even in the north wind.
The Kite man saw the arrow flying high into the sky and falling with the light of fire, thus illuminating the things on the river bank...
A dense army!
The team had bright military armor and almost occupied the whole river beach. At this time, the shouts of killing were loud, and they rushed here.
Xunzhou soldiers!
Zhao Pan's back felt cold and cold sweat broke out on his forehead:
Why were the troops who had been praised in the year able to cross the river safely and sneak to the south bank to launch an attack?
"Get up! Beat the drums and raise the flag!" No matter what he was thinking, his many years of combat experience still allowed him to give the order fluently, "Come on, supervising team!"
When the army sets up camp, they will lay down defensive formations, but the operation of the formations consumes a large amount of mysterious crystals, so they are not activated at ordinary times. Zhao Pan has a magician who is responsible for this, and he will open the formations when he hears the news.
As for marching with drums, that is a deep impression in the minds of the soldiers. The sound of drums means that the superiors are prepared and the troops are about to counterattack. The soldiers are not so panicked and can turn around and fight if they gather enough courage.
After all, they were caught off guard by the Xunzhou people. Once the team was defeated, no matter how strong the individual combat power was, they would be defeated.
The supervising team galloped back and forth, killing more than a dozen retreating soldiers in a row, barely stopping the trend of further retreat.
However, at this time, there were continuous cannon fire from below the river bank, and seven or eight fire bombs roared in, shooting up everywhere in the camp.
The Xunzhou army actually covered the artillery with tarpaulin and transported it across the river, and there were a total of twelve cannons!
This thing is delicate, and it will easily misfire if it gets wet with water, and it is easy to hurt your own people. However, Nian Zanli has put an expensive water-repelling charm on each cannon, which is well-intentioned.
Furthermore, he ordered the cannons to be installed, and the shells would explode after they hit the ground, exploding dozens of small lead balls inside.
With the blessing of speed, these are weapons for killing people.
Every time there was an explosion, dozens of people and horses fell down around them. The horses were so frightened that they broke out of their stables and ran around.
At this time, the Yuan Army also discovered that in fact, the Xunzhou people had not yet completely landed. There were at least several thousand people driving boats ashore, and the forward force of the large force was already charging forward.
The strange thing is that the river water actually receded, and the water level dropped significantly. The river is more than 40 feet away from the current Yuan Camp, and the river surface is quite gentle.
It cannot be compared with the tranquility of autumn. Anyone who knows how to swim should not have a problem jumping in for a swim.
It can be said that the river suddenly stopped flowing up and down.
What's the matter?
The exposed riverbed became a landing point for Xun people.
He Lingchuan was not idle here either, and immediately found his mount. The green barge horse had the blood of monsters and was not as easily frightened as ordinary horses, so it could still come to him at this time.
Yao Yuan immediately shrank into He Lingchuan's arms, and Yan Lang got up, shook his fur, and followed him.
Shan Youjun and seven or eight others also followed, shouting: "Master! What should we do now?"
He Lingchuan had two choices: either rush to He Chunhua's side and claim to be protecting his father; or he could stay here and beat up the enemy.
He only thought about it for a second and then said to Shan Youjun: "Send a tree on the archer and send someone to find a way out for me."
"Yes!" Shan Youjun understood that his group had to stay to defend the enemy, otherwise they could retreat to the vicinity of the main camp now, so why bother looking for an escape route. But he still wanted to remind him, "My boss, your signature
prophecy……"
He once heard Mao Tao talk about the past when his boss won the lottery in Xianling Village.
He Lingchuan was stunned.
The enemy crossed the river quietly and came well prepared, but the Yuan people were stolen from the camp in their sleep and were unable to respond. From the current point of view, the enemy is strong and we are weak.
Facing the general trend, their team of less than ten people had limited strength, so he himself had to be cautious.
The old turtle demon's prophecy has never been fulfilled, will it happen now?
He Lingchuan immediately remembered the word "brave" that Wen Daolun explained to him in Panlong's Dream, as well as his own nonsense words:
If you encounter water, walk away.
Directly ahead, the Han River flows continuously.
Perhaps this was a clear reminder. After all, when the previous crises came, there was no "water" anywhere, and he did survive it safely.
Should I avoid it now?
He Lingchuan looked back at the chaotic military camp, and then at the enemy figures under the river bank. They were getting closer and closer. His side was in great danger, was he going to retreat in fear of fighting?
He said decisively: "Don't worry about it. Let's retreat to the halfway point and put down the trip rope."
The group of people immediately retreated and headed towards the side of the high ground.
The enemies below are coming up like a tide. If they dare to stand upright in front of them, they will eventually fall down.
Team combat pays attention to tactics.
What's worse is that the original south bank of the Han River was specially raised and steepened by the Yuan army to form a so-called "shore wall", leaving only a few narrow passages for going up and down. This kind of fortification can resist
Enemies coming from the other side.
However, the surge in the river over the past few days has long since washed away the shore wall, and even the Yuan Army was forced to retreat. Now they are only stationed on ordinary high ground, so how can they defend it?