Chapter five hundred and ninety-nine is in the scheme!
The three thousand prince's army marched forward quickly in a tight marching column. The column passed Xianzhanyi, but the county seat was still dozens of miles away.
In front of the army, Qin Yuan was always paying attention to the surrounding movements.
"Eh-" Looking at the sudden and wide terrain not far away, his heart skipped a beat. Why are the slopes of the hills on both sides so flat?
"Hahaha, hahaha -" A burst of loud and long laughter rang out from the mountains on the right, and the cheerful laughter rippled through the passes and spread throughout the entire front of the Prince's Army.
"Yang Fu is a thief! A certain family has been waiting here for a long time, hahaha..."
Qin Yuan suppressed the surprise in his heart, raised his head and looked towards the place where the sound came from, and saw a general standing on the top of the hill on his right, holding a spear, and his red cloak was trembling in the wind.
The figure waved his hand, and soldiers of the Song Army appeared in neat rows on the low hills on both sides. They were holding firewood, hay, or bows and arrows, and there was a ball of flames on the arrow clusters.
Burning in the wind——
"Fire attack?" Qin Yuan's face was filled with surprise and doubt, and he felt doubtful from the bottom of his heart. Do they want to burn his own soldiers and horses with the dry firewood they threw away??? He was too ignorant of the season!
"Withdraw! The whole army retreats one mile!" But in general, the crossbowmen on the mountains are still a threat to the army. All kinds of thoughts in Qin Yuan's mind turned around like lightning, and finally, for the sake of safety, he planned to withdraw one after another.
Just wait a mile to see how the enemy is doing.
"Retreat? It's too late." Looking at the Prince's Army retreating in an orderly manner, Zhang Fuyang showed a proud smile on his face. He waved his right hand down fiercely, "Set fire——"
It was foggy this morning, and there was a lot of dew in the spring. The grass was moist and there were no innate conditions for arson. But the problem was that Zhang Fuyang had never thought of burning the prince's army with fire. What he really wanted was smoke.
, thick smoke, mixed with a lot of 'artificial' smoke!
Smoke can also kill people, and it can cause death by suffocation which is extremely uncomfortable. Zhang Fuyang didn't know this because he hadn't thought about it yet. All he wanted was to "smoke" Yang Fu's body with thick smoke.
A prince's army——
The kerosene alone can burn on its own. If it is combined with the dry firewood and branches that Zhang Fuyang has collected and stored since yesterday, how can the fire not burn brightly?
If you want to get thick smoke, the dew-stained leaves and grass covered by the fire are one of them, and the damp grass and branches and leaves that were actively covered by the Song Army soldiers are the other. And the most important thing is that there is wind now.
, it was still a northeasterly wind, the wind helped the fire, and the thick smoke was blown by the wind.
"Ahem——"
The people were able to escape the wind, and the thick black smoke blew in with the wind, and soon it submerged and covered the entire Prince's Army.
At the beginning, the black smoke was still light and the effect was not obvious. But as the black smoke became thicker and thicker, the coughs in the military columns became louder and more numerous. The neat military columns dispersed!
Qin Yuan's face showed deep solemnity. He already understood Song Jun's intention. But he couldn't resolve it!
Fell into the trap, Fell into the trap!
"Swish swish——"
A shower of arrows came from the mountains on the left and right, followed by another -
Arrows rained down.
The screams of the soldiers who were hit by arrows made the already panicked Prince's Army even more panicked. Qin Yuan's front-line army quickly fell into chaos.
No one wants to stay in the thick smoke, struggling to breathe, unable to open their eyes, not to mention being rained down by arrows.
"Go up the mountain -" an unknown voice shouted in the chaos.
The entire front of the Prince's Army seemed to have suddenly woken up, swarming towards the mountains and hills on the left and right sides.
The wind is from the northeast, and the main direction of the spread of the thick smoke is from the southwest, which is the direction of the official road along which the Prince's Army marches to aid the county. Although there will be Song soldiers hiding in the mountains on both sides, there are also three soldiers of our own army.
Thousands of troops, before they had fortifications to defend, they were not our opponents, and they will be the same now——
Qin Yuan's own eyes were red from the thick smoke, and his voice was even hoarse and dry from the roar, but these were not as painful as the soldiers swarming towards the mountains on his left and right. "Go and report quickly.
Governor Yang, ordered him to immediately lead the rear army to rescue..."
With a hoarse voice, Qin Yuan roared at the soldiers beside him.
No matter how thick the smoke is, it will dissipate. Qin Yuan believes that as long as the soldiers and horses withdraw one mile back, the entire army can escape from the central area covered by the smoke. After all, no matter how thick the smoke is, it will be blown away.
A mile away, with this distance, the smoke is not a threat at all.
It's a pity that although the soldiers under his command are elite, they can't stand the pain caused by the thick smoke. Coupled with the waves of arrows falling from their heads, they can no longer restrain themselves with a cry.
The front army got into the cage set by the enemy on its own. Qin Yuan believed in his judgment that the Song army must have an ambush in the hills! Most of the army led by the general named Chen who was guarding Xianzhanyi had already dispersed into the mountains and hills.
Did you hit it?
Facts have proved that Qin Yuan's prediction was not bad. Zhu Biao set up an ambush in the mountains, and it took a lot of effort to complete the arrangement.
More than 5,000 Chen An's men were stationed on eight hills on both sides of the line. On each hilltop, Song soldiers piled stones of various sizes, rolling logs and grass cages splashed with kerosene overnight.
A large amount of kerosene was also poured on the narrow areas between the mountains and the lower half of each hillside.
It can be said that this place can turn into a sea of hell and fire in the blink of an eye.
Chen An stood straight on the top of a hill, looking at the Prince's soldiers pouring in under his feet. At this moment, a bright smile appeared on his usually stern and square face.
"set fire--"
Chen An waved his right hand downwards fiercely, and Chen An's bright eyes were full of excitement.
"Whoosh whoosh-" rows of rockets immediately rose into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, burning logs, fire and grass cages, etc. rolled down from the top of the mountain. The foot of the mountain crowded with Prince's Army soldiers suddenly rose into flames——
"Xilulu——"
Qin Yuan tried his best to persuade the soldiers to rush to the top of the mountain. As they got closer, the fire 'rolled' down, startling their mounts. They raised their heads and hissed. There are no creatures in nature that are not afraid of fire. They were frightened and kept retreating.
Qin Yuan, who was on horseback, looked around with a miserable look on his face. Fires were burning on many hills along the route, which proved that there were Song soldiers on many hills. Even if the former soldiers retreated, they would still be hit by the Song army's crossbows on the hills along the way.
Shooting.
The bottom of the mountain became a burning hell, with thick smoke billowing and blazing fire. Countless soldiers were burned in the flames, running around and wailing, and were buried in it——
Naturally, all the queues were in a mess. Especially the heavy shield soldiers and sword players, who had heavy shields that hindered their escape, and their cards had long been thrown to the ground.
"drive--"
Taking a deep breath of hot air, Qin Yuan struck the horse's buttocks hard with the back of his broadsword.
"Xilulu——"
The war horse was in pain, raised its head to the sky with a long roar, and galloped forward dozens of steps, "Follow me -" Qin Yuan waved his sword, and roared like thunder from his mouth, "Follow me, all of you."
“Get out, get out—
If you want to survive, just rush forward with me——"
Qin Yuan looked back angrily at the road ahead, as if the tall figure on the top of the mountain was still imprinted in front of his eyes.
It's a pity that the scorching flames have distorted the air, making the vision blurry.
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"Quickly——"
"Run faster—keep up—"
Just two miles to the east of the sea of hell fire, Zhu Biao led Zhang He's troops to attack Yang Fu's rear army desperately.
Although the fire in the west burned fiercely, it was only the front troops who fell to the ground. And as long as the Prince's Army did not lose their minds, dive into the fire, run to the official road, and run back while enduring the burning feeling, there would still be a chance.
There is a high chance of escape.
However, even if Yang Fu's front army escaped, they would still be a group of insurgents, and their combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced. Now the focus of the war has shifted to Yang Fu's rear army. Zhu Biao will lead his troops to kill him now, otherwise, it is possible that he will have to wait until Yang Fu's rear army.
Regroup and organize the rebel troops before fighting again?
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"Da da da——"
Lacking the "fuel" in nature, even though the Song army prepared all night and poured a lot of kerosene on it, the fire only experienced its "peak" for about a quarter of an hour before weakening.
Amidst the howls of the rebel army, the sound of the hooves of the three hundred cavalrymen did not seem to attract much attention. Feng Enjiang and the three hundred cavalrymen under his command covered their faces with wet towels one by one, and the horses put on blindfolds, and then they calmed down.
There was thick smoke and fire, and the ruthless horses chased Qin Yuan's men straight down.
It was only when he rushed to where he was a hundred steps away that the Prince's Army soldiers, who were in a mess and still in shock, discovered him.
In the mountains not far away, thick smoke was rising into the sky, flames were billowing, and the wails and screams of the Prince's Army soldiers could still be clearly heard. There were constantly looking embarrassed Prince's Army soldiers running away from the billowing smoke, most of them with charred faces.
, the shirts on their bodies were on fire in many places. After escaping from the gap between the mountains, these Prince's Army soldiers either rolled to the ground in a mess, or fought against each other's flames, and looked back sadly from time to time, with lingering fears on their faces.
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At this moment, the three thousand former troops that Qin Yuan thought were elite were completely destroyed.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack -" The shrill screams made the Prince's Army soldiers suddenly tense up after their mood had just relaxed, and they looked around in confusion.
"Cavalry, it's cavalry -" there was another cry. He just escaped with his life, how could he be caught in a cavalry attack? How could anyone survive such an unlucky situation?
Many Prince's Army soldiers looked around in disbelief, and then they saw a group of dark cavalry rushing toward them on the official road behind them.
Although we can't see how many people there are, just looking at the fact that this group of cavalry can attack at this moment, we know that they must be an elite group. The personal guards selected by Zhu Biao and selected from the royal army of the Song Dynasty are of course elite.
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In front of the cavalry, a general stood forward. Since officially leading the troops to fight, Feng Enjiang has enjoyed the feeling of galloping wantonly and riding on the enemy with his iron cavalry.
"Kill -" A cold murderous intention solidified at the corner of Feng Enjiang's mouth. Is the "thing" that existed like a group of beggars in front of him still the proud elite of the Prince's Army a few hours ago? After one series of setbacks, this previously proud elite Has he become vulnerable at this time? (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! Mobile phone users please go to m. this site to read.)
