With a fierce shot from the Zhongshan Army spearman, the spear was pushed through the belly of a one-armed Han soldier for more than ten steps until it hit the fence.
The bright red blood was left on the red tassel of the spear. The Han soldier tightly grasped the spear cluster stained with his own blood with one hand. At first, he wanted to pull it out, but after being pushed against the fence, the drilling force of the spear head was no longer strong.
He couldn't get rid of it, and with no way to retreat, his head flew up high...
You kill me, and I'll kill you. Once you chop down an enemy, the spearhead will pierce your body completely, so the strength you originally used to pull out becomes a matter of holding on tightly and refusing to let go.
'You bastard, you deserve to die——'
Not far from the ferocious Zhongshan Army, a Han army swordsman had just cut off the neck of a Zhongshan soldier. He turned around and saw this scene. His blood-red eyes became even more blood-red, like a completely angered bull, holding it high.
He raised his sword and took a big step to catch up with him, then slashed him down with one blow.
As soon as a ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, the head of the Zhongshan Lancer flew up high...
You kill me, and I'll kill you. Before you can take a breath after slashing an enemy, another enemy appears in front of you, slashing with a knife, and stabbing with a spear.
In the chaos of the war, Gao Xie's troops, who had a strong will to fight, gradually became subordinates, and the thousand soldiers led by Zhu Biao became the vanguard. Gao Xie did not feel dissatisfied. He could not fight the battle alone, and his troops took the lead and immediately attacked.
The stronghold has also lost three to four hundred people, and the casualties are not small. After seizing the first victory and reaping the full rewards, the officers and men under them will naturally retreat to the second line.
When Yang Yanzhang arrived with the follow-up troops, half of the Zhongshan military camp was already covered by the Han army. Each Zhongshan soldier was like a headless fly, wandering around randomly.
Zhu Xie broke the flag and did not dare to raise it again. Zhu Biao's rampant killing made him, who was lucky enough to escape with his life, terrified.
The eleven days of depression broke out, and the fighting Han troops were all shouting and screaming, but it was the beginning of killing, letting go of their minds, and becoming barbaric. "Follow me." Yang Yanzhang said.
He summoned the 300 swordsmen who were following behind him, and went straight to kill where the Zhongshan Army was concentrated.
The generals on one side had no fighting spirit, the army had no morale, and the morale on the other side was like a rainbow. The general took the lead. Although the Zhongshan Army had two thousand soldiers and horses, it was defeated like a mountain in half an hour. Zhu Xie wanted to turn the tide but was not afraid of death.
People can do it.
The defeat was irreversible and the overall situation was lost. Zhu Xie could only let go of his doubts - had the Han army really passed through Ningwu Valley? He wholeheartedly recruited the scattered soldiers and then fled and retreated.
This defeat is a defeat, but the soldiers and horses must pull back as much as possible. You must know that there are only a thousand defenders in Shajing and Ganhekou, and there are only three to four thousand defenders in the entire Yuzhou area.
If all the troops and horses are defeated here, once the Han army has left Ningwu Valley, Shajing, Ganhekou and other places, the entire Yuzhou will fall into the hands of the enemy.
"Hahaha, what a bitch, you haven't even been given the head yet." Chu Jian's figure was mixed with a scholar in a Confucian shirt.
The two of them fought on the mountain wall, rolling up and down on the cracks and protruding rocks in the mountain.
The scholar in the Confucian shirt laughed loudly, and twirled the iron-bone fan in his hand. He heard a "dang" sound, and the knife that Chu Jian used to cut his wrist swayed away from his fan bone.
The five-foot Burmese sword was very sharp. Chu Jian, who missed the hit, stabbed the sword into the mountain wall. It went in half a foot deep, and then the whole person fell. The Burmese sword turned into a seesaw, and it swung when it was bent close to a semicircle.
The Chu sword bounced back into the air.
Then he chopped off the head with a sharp knife. The sharp Burmese knife was really a white practice under the sunlight.
The scholar's fan in scholar's shirt unscrewed and turned into a big disk covering his head. He didn't know what the fan was made of, but he cut it with such a sharp Burmese knife without any damage. He even took the opportunity to cut the Burmese fan.
The knife was "sticked" to the fan, and he turned around between the mountain walls, stepping on a protruding stone and leading him to the side.
Zhu Biao raised his eyes from time to time to look at the place where the two met. There was already a weapon called "iron fan" in Jianghu, but this scholar's folding fan was even more extraordinary than an ordinary iron fan. It was engraved with carved patterns and was very beautiful.
That fan alone is no weaker than the Celestial Silkworm Gloves that I bought with a lot of money.
The hundred-refined Burmese sword was extremely sharp. Chu Jian struck with the intention of cutting off the iron fan with one strike, but he didn't know that his opponent's technique was extremely wonderful. During the rotation, the fan produced a soft and round force.
He directly released the strength of the blade. Now the fan was covering the back of his blade, and it seemed to be stuck. If the fan was to spin like this, wouldn't he also have to follow him, or he would be unable to hold it, giving him a life?
Got hanged.
Chu Jian was naturally unwilling to do so, and struck out with his palm, as fast as thunder. The scholar who was forced to step sideways and stepped around had to let go of the Burmese sword. Although the scholar stepped out of thin air and slapped it with his backhand, the strong wind was blowing.
The palms of their hands met and the two of them retreated, but Chu Jian finally took back the Burmese sword.
With a strange cry, the angry Chu Jian started fighting with the scholar in a scholar's shirt again. The two of them struck each other with swords and slaps, punching and kicking, and they fought together again like butterflies flying through the cliffs.
"Bring in the prisoners and interrogate them separately. Be sure to ask me how many troops are garrisoned in Shajing, Ganhekou and other places." The overall situation has been decided. What Zhu Biao needs to find out now is the number of troops garrisoned in various places in Yuzhou, especially in Shajing and Ganhe.
There are two places at the mouth of the river that block the mouth of the Ningwu Valley.
"There are only a thousand people in Shajing and Ganhekou..." That is to say, there is a Zhongshan Army in each of the two cities.
After getting this news from the prisoners, Zhu Biao fell into deep thought.
He came with great ambitions to defeat the Zhongshan Army at the mouth of the valley, take the opportunity to seize the manhole and the two cities at Ganhekou, and completely open up the situation in Yuzhou...
I thought that after marching all the way, there would be another battle at the mouth of the valley, and the Han army would be exhausted and difficult to fight. They wanted to take a good rest before attacking the second city. But the problem now is - the important manhole, the two cities at Ganhekou are both
There are only 500 people stationed on each side, and 500 people stationed on each side. This is too childish...
"General, this place is only thirty miles away from the manhole." Yang Yanjian clearly saw the reason for Zhu Biao's hesitation, and carefully inserted a sentence. Seeing that there was no strange color in Zhu Biao's eyebrows, he dared to dip his fingers in water.
It was drawn on a flat piece of bluestone. "General, please look, our army is here..." A diagonal line running from northeast to southwest on the bluestone represents the Ningwu Valley Road. Yang Yanzhang drew a dot at the head of the diagonal line to represent the five
Qian Han Army. About two fingers away from this point, a dotted line representing Weishui crosses the line. The horizontal line leads to a thinner dotted line in the southeast direction. A black dot is dotted one finger away, and the thinner line is
There is another dot three fingers southwest of the dotted line. "More than ten miles from Ningwu Valley is Weishui. You only need to cross Weishui and the manhole is just around the corner." Pointing to the small dot in the southeast direction, Yang Yanzhang meant that it represented the manhole.
"This small line is the Shahe River. Its river course originally ran through the mouth of the Ganhe River. The mouth of the Ganhe River means the mouth of the dry river. To the north between the two cities is Erlang Mountain, the source of the Shahe River. The distance is less than forty miles."
Yang Yanzhang is a living map of Weizhou. With him explaining it, Zhu Biao no longer has to look at the map. On the dotted line representing Weishui, he points down a corner and clicks. Yang Yanzhang continued: "
General, this place is called Shazikou. The water is the slowest and there is a silt beach in the center. It is the largest crossing on the Weishui River in the Shajing section."
"The Zhongshan Army's defense is so lax, they must think that it is impossible for our army to pass through the Ningwu Valley in the summer, so there must be normal ships passing through the ferry. As long as Xing, Chu and other adults are quick, they can collect the ships."
I use."
With a boat, you can cross the river smoothly, and there is no need to waste time chopping wood to make a bamboo raft.
"In this way... our army can kill either Shajing or Ganhekou tonight..."
"That's exactly what the general said."
"But if the defeated army of Zhongshan had arrived at Shazikou earlier to recruit...?"
"In the end, the generals chased Na Zhu into the mountains to the east. The mountains stopped at the shore of Weishui River. They might have been able to cross the Weishui River on wooden rafts, but it was in the opposite direction from Shashakou."
Zhu Biao's eyes flashed with light, and he nodded to indicate to Yang Yanzhang to continue.
"It's only midnight now. The best time to reach Shashaikou is Shenshi. It's only Sunset when the whole army has crossed Weishui River. Let's rest for another hour and rush on the second watch. By the third watch, we can kill at the foot of Shajing City. That's right.
How can a mere 500 soldiers in the city stop our army? It's not a bad idea to attack with a drum!" Yang Yanzhang did not miss the flash of light in Zhu Biao's eyes, and he suddenly felt excited, knowing that his proposal was very likely to be adopted.
Although the great credit is recorded on Zhu Biao's head, his own contributions are also indispensable. Yang Yanzhang knew that there were some backbone faults in the Han army at the moment. Only Zhu Biao was recognized nationwide as the backbone of the younger generation.
Biao alone.
This is a good opportunity to show off in front of him! "General, our army captured hundreds of Zhongshan soldiers in this battle. If we pick out some soft ones and bring them with us, they can be used to make money when we get to Shajing City.
, if they succeed, reward them with some money and food, and let them go. If they fail, it will not be too late to attack them by force."
"Okay! General Yang said it well." Zhu Biao narrowed his eyes and then opened them. When he opened them completely, his eyes were full of determination and unshakable. "Then use your troops as the vanguard, get on the road immediately, and rush to Shashakou.
I will let the three masters Xing, Chu and Shi lead their men and set off."
Time passes quickly, from the afternoon to the sun setting, to dusk and sunset, to dusk and darkness, and then to the stars and the moon. Rushing to rest, rest and driving, the Han army who just came out of the valley seemed to have returned to the 'repeat' of the previous eleven days.
go.
The only difference is that their mood is cheerful and exciting.
There was no need to worry about the danger of slipping when traveling on flat ground. Even during the evening meal, the whole army always had a mouthful of hot soup and rice.
The entire army did not arrive at the manhole until the third watch. Most of Zhu Biao arrived half an hour earlier, but Yang Yanzhang's front army arrived at the city gates two quarters after the second watch.
The operation to deceive the city gate was not started at all. Yang Yanzhang's troops who were advancing followed Xing Tianxiao and others and flew directly to the top of the city, cut off the lock, and fell into the small manhole city in one fell swoop.
When Zhu Biao and his troops arrived, the fire was bright in front of the city gate, and the Han troops lined up to greet them... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Piaotian Literature Register Member to recommend this work, your support,
