At that time, Cao Zhenyin had the ambition to swallow up Longyou, seize Xiaoguan's heart, and destroy eternal stability.
Yong used Huo Yi's case to return to the middle road and harassed the Zhenliang Road; he also personally led more than 10,000 people to form eight formations to resist Zhen's sharpness.
The road to true food was not smooth, and it was delayed for a long time. It became more and more difficult to develop his plan, so he urgently sought a battle.
He always showed his weakness and arrogance, and then used his armored cavalry to attack and defeat him.
"Five-Year College Entrance Exam Three-Year Simulation" Multiple Choice Questions:
During the transition period between the Later Han Dynasty and the Ji Han Dynasty, the three famous battles in which a small number defeated a large number were: a: the Battle of Guandu, b: the Battle of Chibi, c: the Battle of Hanzhong, and d: the Battle of Xiaoguan.
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Ever since he discovered that Cao Zhen's army was coming towards Xiao Pass, Ma Dai only did three things every day.
The first is to inspect various camps and forts in Xiaoguan, the second is to look eagerly to the west, hoping for reinforcements, and the third is to look to the east and pray that Feng Yong is fine.
I can't swallow food every day, and I can't sleep well every night.
Cao Zhen's first target is not Xiaoguan, so there is no need to worry about the various camps and forts for the time being.
The rescue letter sent to Longyou received a response quickly.
But it was only a response. In the end, the Dudu Mansion only sent 3,000 people.
At the same time, in his reply, he explained to Ma Dai the current situation in Longyou: Someone in the Liangzhou family wants to cause trouble, and the Governor's Mansion cannot send too many people to Xiaoguan for the time being.
Ma Dai was asked to guard the pass tightly and not to leave.
There was not a word mentioned about Feng Yong's situation in peace.
Ma Dai knew that the Governor's Office had decided to leave Feng Yong to his fate.
Although this decision is very cold and ruthless, it is the best way at present.
In exchange for Longyou's protection, he used all the soldiers from the Colonel's House who were protecting the Qiang to death.
If the person trapped in stability were Ma Dai himself, Ma Dai would feel that he could only accept his fate.
When you are on the battlefield, sometimes you have no control over your fate.
A few days after Cao Zhen's troops arrived at Xiaoguan, military drums began to sound in the east.
Ma Dai knew that this should be Feng Yong leading the army back and trying to break through Cao Zhen's camp.
Ma Dai stood at the highest point of Xiaoguan, looking far to the east and listening to the sound of war drums over there every day.
It seemed like I watched Feng Yong leading the elite soldiers protecting the Qiang Colonel's Mansion, attacking Cao Zhen's military formation again and again, only to be forced back again and again.
In front of the formations of the two armies, the corpses of elite Han soldiers were spread out...
He could even feel Feng Yong angrily asking Xiao Guan from the air more than once: Why not send troops to respond?
Thinking of this, even Ma Dai, who has been fighting all his life, couldn't help but burst into tears, like a wounded beast roaring in pain to the sky:
"After this battle, how can I face the orphan of the Feng family? How can I face my sister (that is, Zhao Ma's family)?"
He originally thought that Cao's thieves would only last three to five days at most, so they would either escort Feng Yong himself, or take Feng Yong's head and go to Xiaoguan to persuade them to surrender.
Unexpectedly, the sound of war drums in the east continued all day long. Unexpectedly, Feng Yong was able to hold off Cao Zhen for so long with his inferior troops.
Ma Dai stood at the top of Xiaoguan City, waiting left and right, unable to wait for the news that Feng Yong had been defeated, captured or killed in battle.
On the contrary, every day I listen to the sound of war drums in the east, my heart is in my throat every day.
Only when the sun goes down can he put his heart back to its original position.
At the same time, I am afraid that the sound of war drums will suddenly disappear tomorrow, and I am lucky enough to think that Feng Yong can hold off for one more day...
Another day...
One more day...
The sound of war drums every day finally became his comfort.
The taste is indeed worse than being cooked in a frying pan.
The majestic Xiliang man suddenly lost weight in a short period of time.
Until one day, he got up early as usual, set out from the main city of Xiaoguan, followed the canyon to inspect various Wubao camps, and walked all the way to the outermost part of the canyon.
Standing on the top of the Wubao built on the top of the mountain, looking at the Wei army camp below.
At this time, the sun had risen, dispelling the fog at the bottom of the mountain, and Cao Thief's camp revealed its original appearance.
What makes Ma Dai feel strange is that the Cao thieves today seem to be much quieter than in the past.
According to the practice of Cao thieves in the past, someone had already come out at this time and went to the lower part of Guancheng to yell and provoke.
Today's Cao thief, let alone shouting and provoking, even the camp seems to be very quiet.
When Ma Dai saw the situation at the bottom of the mountain, he instinctively felt that something was wrong.
"Maybe, then what trick does Cao Cao want to play?"
Ma Dai was shocked and confused.
After the sun had passed halfway through the sky, Ma Dai saw that there was no movement in Cao's camp, and finally couldn't hold himself back any longer. He sent scouts down the mountain to investigate.
Unexpectedly, the scouts soon came back with shocking news: Cao's camp was deserted, and everything in the camp was in chaos. It seemed that they had retreated in a hurry last night.
"Retreat? Or retreat in a hurry? How could Cao Zhen retreat in a hurry at this time?"
Naturally, Ma Dai did not dare to believe it easily, so he sent several groups of troops down the mountain and entered Cao Cao's empty camp. After a detailed inspection, he confirmed the news.
Only then did he suddenly notice that there seemed to be no fierce war drums sounding in the east today.
The unconventional silence made Ma Dai suddenly anxious, and at the same time, a little hope arose in his heart: Could it be that Governor Zhao sent troops from Longguan?
Thinking of this, he quickly sent out troops one after another and continued to explore eastward.
If it weren't for the military order from the Governor's Office that prevented him from leading his troops outside Xiaoguan, I'm afraid he would have gone out to investigate in person.
Just when he was looking forward to it, he saw a small group of people suddenly coming from the east, galloping towards Xiaoguan desperately.
Ma Dai's heart immediately tightened: From the looks of it, there must be an emergency.
"A great victory! A great victory! Feng Junhou defeated the Cao thieves!"
This small group of people had already started shouting at the top of their lungs before they even reached the gate.
"Feng Junhou defeated a hundred thousand Cao thieves and won a great victory!"
The voice of the messenger had become extremely hoarse, but he still couldn't stop shouting: "Great victory! Cao Cao is defeated!"
There are also several people in this small team who are scouts sent by Xiao Guan to the east to find out the news.
The soldiers guarding the front of Xiaoguan suddenly became commotion. They couldn't help but craned their necks to look down. If they couldn't see, they tried their best to listen.
The news that Feng Junhou defeated 100,000 Cao thieves suddenly blinded everyone. No one dared to immediately believe that the news was true.
The extremely tired messengers were quickly brought into Xiaoguan. Ma Dai had already rushed over, personally supported the messengers, and asked in a trembling voice:
"What did you say? A great victory?! Junhou Feng... Junhou Feng..."
Not only was his voice trembling, but his whole body was trembling.
He didn't even dare to ask what happened next.
"Big victory!" The messengers rushed over all the way, their bodies already unable to support themselves, and all their faces were stained with blood, sweat, mud, etc. mixed together.
It's hard to see what their faces look like, but their proud and proud expressions are as real as they are real, and the radiance they exude makes people dare not look at them.
The messenger who was supported by Ma Dai was already exhausted. He still took out an official document that was soaked with sweat from his arms and stuffed it into Ma Dai's hand, with incomparable joy in his eyes:
"We won...we defeated Cao Cao..."
As he spoke, he was so excited that he shed tears.
Ma Dai eagerly opened the official document. Some of the words on it were soaked with sweat, but the seal of the Colonel Protecting Qiang was still very clear.
"On October 23, the eighth year of the Jianxing reign of the Han Dynasty, the soldiers of Yong Ling Xiao Wei Mansion defeated the bandit leader Cao Zhen..."
There are not many words, but every word makes Ma Dai feel dazzled.
Afraid that he might be dazzled by the mistake, he looked at it carefully again, and finally raised his head and burst out laughing, causing the birds on the mountain to fly up and hover.
After laughing for a long time, Ma Dai carefully folded the official document and praised repeatedly:
"Okay! Good! Good! Good words!"
Isn't it?
The characters on the official document were painted with iron and painted with silver hooks. I don't know if it was Ma Dai's imagination. He just felt that a murderous and domineering spirit was about to overflow.
"Quick, help these warriors down to rest!"
Ma Dai helped someone up with his own hands, and couldn't help but sigh: "How magnificent! How magnificent!"
The messenger's face was smiling, but his eyes were filled with tears. In the end, he turned into crying and laughing at the same time.
His cries infected several people who were traveling with him.
The few men who were not flinching from the line of life and death, with swords and axes on their bodies, now relaxed their bodies and had no choice but to let others support them.
They all kept repeating one sentence:
"We won, we really won!"
None of the Xiaoguan soldiers who gathered around dared to laugh at their current appearance.
Instead, his eyes and face were full of incomparable admiration.
With 20,000 beating 100,000, Ma Dai could imagine how brutal this battle was.
He took a deep breath and bowed to several people.
Everyone followed Ma Dai and bowed to several people.
"After this battle, Feng Junhou will definitely become a famous general in the world, and the soldiers in Xiaowei Mansion can be said to be the most elite in the world."
Ma Dai did not hesitate to express his praise.
After hearing this, several messengers wiped their eyes, looked at each other, and suddenly laughed again.
Smiling and laughing, he actually fell asleep leaning against someone else.
The news of Feng Junhou's defeat of Cao Zhen had just spread throughout Xiaoguan, and several riders were already rushing out of the gate, preparing to cross Longshan and pass the news to the Huqiang Xiaowei's Mansion and the Longyou Governor's Mansion respectively.
This is news destined to shock the world.
But for Feng Junhou, who was at the epicenter of the earthquake, this was something to consider in the future.
Now he still has a lot of things to arrange.
Reconnecting with Xiao Guan is just one of them.
More importantly, the news must be conveyed to Linjing as quickly as possible.
Lest those idiots do what they did in 1949 and follow Captain Kaishen.
Feng Yong didn't even have time to meet Ma Dai, so he and Guan Ji immediately turned back to support Linjing, leading the officers and soldiers who could still move around.
"If the Dark Night Battalion and the Guard Battalion had not been sent out, there would have been more troops to assist Linjing at this time. If there was another victory against Xian Yufu, we would not be able to go to Chang'an to see..."
On the edge of Jingshui River, a group of about three thousand people was marching quickly.
Although this battle was a great victory, the captain's mansion also suffered heavy casualties.
Before the armored cavalry was dispatched, facing Cao Zhen's frenzied attack, the soldiers at the forefront of the school captain's mansion had already reached the point where all the wounded who were not lying on the ground were raising their swords and going into battle.
It can be said that Guan Ji's plan to induce Cao Zhen to attack with all his strength is ninety-nine percent true. The only falsehood is that he hid the three thousand armored cavalry at the end.
Now in the military, people are either injured or out of strength and need to continue to rest and recuperate.
After two days of rest, the number of troops that could immediately return to Linjing to reinforce Linjing was only 3,000.
Most of these three thousand soldiers were either from Nanxiang or Yuexun, and they were basically Feng Yong's most trusted disciples.
Soldiers from Longyou currently have no way to compare with these young soldiers.
In addition to will and belief, many of these soldiers from Nanxiang and Yuexun followed Feng Yong from the beginning of the Northern Expedition.
They have experienced all the wars in Longyou and Liangzhou, large and small, and are rare elite soldiers on the battlefield.
Elite soldiers mean they have a better chance of surviving a war and can recover faster.
More importantly, they are still elite soldiers with a preliminary sense of ownership:
The Han and the Cao thieves are mortal enemies who will never stop fighting. Only by destroying the Cao thieves and reviving the Han can future generations enjoy the peaceful and comfortable days of Nanxiang and Yuesun.
The soldiers who were born in Longyou, because of the functions of the Xiaowei Mansion, most of the soldiers selected were from Hu people.
The cultivation of this kind of awareness is far from enough.
Compared with the children from Nanxiang and Yuexun, their battlefield survival rate is also lower.
Therefore, when returning to Linjing this time, Feng Yong temporarily organized these 3,000 people into the Wudang camp in Jufu, and he and Guan Ji personally took them to Linjing.
The remaining people were led by Zhao Guang and Zhang Yi to meet the people coming from Xiaoguan.
Probably because he defeated Cao Zhen, Feng Junhou was a little distracted, and his words were a little careless.
Guan Ji, who was following Feng Yong on horseback, heard Feng Yong mentioning the Dark Night Camp and the Guard Camp at this time, and reminded her with a smile:
"Is it possible that Alang has been so happy these past two days? Cao Zhen has been so anxious to raise his army to attack the camp these days, and Huo Yi has also put in a lot of effort."
After all, Dark Night Camp can be regarded as half a mountain camp, and the selected Wudang Camp is good at walking on mountain roads.
So I sent someone to take the small path back to Wushi City, and Wushi City used a fast horse to deliver the news. Although it was not the latest news, it was enough to let Feng Yong know the general situation of Huo Yi.
With Shi Bao, the smuggler who knew the roads well, Huo Yi's operation went smoother than expected.
Judging from the news sent over, he burned two batches of grain and grass in the first three days alone.
Although I don’t know how many things he did in the last few days, these two batches of food and grass alone were enough to put Cao Zhen under the pressure of poor food channels.
Combined with Cao Zhen's previous purpose and the situation faced by the Han and Wei armies, Guan Ji formulated this nine-true and one-false strategy, half luring and half forcing Cao Zhen to raise his army to attack the camp.
Defeat the enemy in one final blow.
Thinking of this, Feng Yong scratched his head and smiled: "I took it for granted."
Then he sighed and said: "This confrontation with the enemy in front of the enemy is really something only people with high IQs can play successfully."
Seeing Feng Junhou's relaxed expression, Guan Ji asked strangely:
"My concubine, Alang, was extremely worried about Linjing when he was confronting Cao Zhen. As soon as the battle stopped, he was anxious to lead the army back to the defense. How come he was not in a hurry when he was halfway there?"
Feng Junhou laughed:
"When we got here, the news of the great victory should have spread throughout Linjing. If there was a loss in Linjing, then Wei Ran should also have sent the news."
"There is no news coming at this time, which means Linjing is still safe. Don't say that Xian Yufu didn't take Linjing, even if he did, he saw me leading the army at this time."
As he spoke, he pointed at himself again and said with great enthusiasm, "I don't believe he dares to stay in Linjing!"
Seeing her Alang's proud look, Guan Ji followed his tone and said:
"Isn't that right? Attack Longguan, fight Zhang He, pacify Longxi, Dingjin City, and defeat Cao Zhen. In this battle, a ghost cavalry emerged that the world has never seen before."
The more she spoke, the smile on her face grew, "Coupled with the name of the ghost king in the past, and the name of Feng Junhou in the future, I am afraid that Cao's army will be as fearful as a tiger."
"Cao Zhen lost 100,000 men, and Xianyu Fuzhen dared to stay in Linjing. Isn't he afraid that he won't be able to return to Chang'an?"
The first half of what he said was okay, but when he mentioned the bandit name Ghost King later, Feng Ghost King just said: Why is this woman talking more and more like an Onmyoji?
"What ghost king? People say that the ghost king still eats human flesh and controls thousands of girls at night..."
Speaking of this, Feng Junhou glanced at Guan Ji meaningfully.
Guan Ji could not tolerate this person's provocation, but she saw a sneer on her lips and looked at the man with a half-smile: "How many girls does Alang want?"
Feng Junhou's face suddenly straightened up and he said sincerely: "Xijun, I am lucky enough to meet you in my third life..."
"Do you still have a childhood sweetheart? I remember that Si Niang's skill in making willow whistles is something that few people can match..."
What plum?
What willow whistle?
Feng Junhou looked around blankly, "Where are we? How long does it take to reach Linjing?"