In the early morning of late autumn, the sky was blue, the golden sunshine shone all over the city, swords and guns were like forests, and the atmosphere was solemn.
Twenty miles outside the northwest suburbs of the city, the Northern Wei Dynasty's camps stretched as far as the eye could see. A black dragon loomed above them, with a majestic demeanor and a cold gaze.
Murong Zheng's face was ugly. The enemy's interrogation network was too complete, and his raid plan was completely discovered by the enemy, so he could only turn to a violent attack.
While Chen Liu's troops are empty, there may still be a chance.
"Let's test the attack." He said.
The horn blew, and smoke and dust billowed from the vast battlefield. Where the soldiers pointed, a dragon flag hung on the main building of the West City Gate, but the atmosphere was calm, and there was no sign of dragon aura.
"Your Majesty is lurking deep in the abyss, and it is becoming more and more unfathomable." The magicians guarding outside thought so.
In the slightly empty main hall, the monarch and his ministers sat facing each other. The sun penetrated the open door and could vaguely see the smoke in the distance. A small stove was warming the wine next to it, and a faint fragrance of plums could be smelled.
The season seems to be back to spring and summer.
As the tentative attack on the city began, arrows rained down on the four walls, shouts of killing shook, and blood shot into the sky. Waves of autumn wind blew from the northwest on the battlefield, carrying a strong smell of blood, as well as the smell of the Yellow River not far away.
Water vapor, and a little green plum wine aroma.
It's weird to make wine with green plums on the battlefield.
"Should I call you Lord Governor, or Brother Meng De?"
Ye Qing looked at the middle-aged man next to him. He hadn't seen him for five years. He still had thick black eyebrows and lightning-like eyes. He seemed to be haggard due to long-term illness. He had clearly lost his earthly aura and showed a calm character.
"Thanks to your majesty, the strength of the family spirit is increasing, but old man Yan does not dare to come down in person, so I am able to swallow his soul and see the light of day again." Cao Cao leaned forward slightly and said with a slightly respectful expression.
"That's right, old man Yan deserves to die."
Ye Qing didn't care whether the traitor's attitude was true or not, but he at least identified a common enemy and had some common language. He handed him a military newspaper: "Meng De is good at military affairs, you might as well take a look."
"The march route of the Northern Wei Dynasty... There is no shortcut from Qinzhi Road from Hetao to Yanzhou. It also bypasses important cities such as Yinguan, Yecheng, Julu, Guangzong, etc. It will take at least 2,000 miles to find a gentle place to cross the river.
Crossing the river to attack Chenliu County like this? Are you kidding..."
Cao Cao frowned and read this unusual military report repeatedly. Then he stared at the Northern Wei army outside the city who was making weapons to attack the city, with some pity in his eyes.
Twenty miles outside the city, there is a large black area full of barbarians. Square formations are scattered at random, surrounded by many siege equipment. The trees have been cut down half a month ago, not giving the enemy a chance to easily obtain production materials.
However, hundreds of thousands of people worked together to build many siege engines.
At this time, the enemy's crossbow bolts intertwined like rain on the archery tower, and the black shadow trajectories of fire and thunder crisscrossed in mid-air. Many of them were intercepted by their respective magicians, and many more were killed.
There were almost 400 catapults on both sides, both of which were large-scale bombardments. However, the Han army's catapults had a home field advantage. Defensively, they hid behind the city wall and were out of sight of the enemy. In terms of attack, they had already passed the landing point before the enemy arrived.
After the test firing, the attack range was planned in different areas. At this time, the enemy catapults were concentrated in the distribution areas outside the city, and the enemy catapults were destroyed one by one.
Since both magicians had the ability to intercept fire and thunder, this firepower duel took a long time.
By the afternoon, the enemy's firepower was finally completely suppressed, and the enemy's crudely made arrow towers and vehicles could be suppressed. Even the enemy's magicians could not intercept these many fire thunders.
Already.
"Murong Zheng came here well prepared, but unfortunately he doesn't know how to configure heavy firepower... Of course, not many people do at this time."
Ye Qing commented: "The Hu tribes are not good at attacking cities. Even the Northern Wei army's Jinmai magician organization can only do this in a hurry."
As soon as he finished speaking, the dull sound of the horn resounded across the battlefield.
The cavalry formation of the Chinese Army of the Northern Wei Dynasty split apart, and a golden flag appeared in the sight of the defenders. Under it was Murong Zheng, who was wearing golden armor. A wave of spiritual consciousness radiated to the entire audience, seeming to be agitating, causing the entire army to cheer.
call.
Ye Qing watched calmly, and looked at each other across the void with Murong Zheng.
"Do you dare Ye Qing to come out and fight?" Murong Zheng said in a cold voice.
Ye Qing remained silent and just looked down at him from the tall building, looking at a dead man.
"You can be considered a hero, but you don't want to think about the fact that the north is full of forts with heavy troops, and 300,000 cavalry invade two thousand miles. It is such a ridiculous military joke. Is it possible that His Majesty's two thousand miles of defense line is a sieve? And it is so smooth and smooth, this
Don’t you have any doubts about the so-called Great Chanyu?”
Cao Cao sneered, not knowing whether he was laughing at Ye Qing or Murong Zheng. Before he resigned as the governor of Yanzhou, he was confident that he could confront him along the river with only 100,000 soldiers from the county, and finally defeated him with his tiger and leopard cavalry.
Ye Qing didn't care about his attitude: "Hu Qi still has some mobility advantages. Thanks to the magician organization and the interrogation system, the enemy has the ability to attack thousands of miles without falling behind. As for successfully breaking through the defense line... I let him in.
It's because we are worried about factors outside the court and don't want to delay it too long. In a sense, we are all looking for a quick victory, so I have to give him a little hope of hitting more and hitting less."
The truth is that the Han army's infantry's Dahuang crossbow formation is of a high level of organization and the bravery of the soldiers. The Han army's normal field battle against the Hu cavalry is one against three, with 100,000 county soldiers forming a camp to defend or relying on the city to resist defense.
The 300,000 enemy cavalry can be delayed for a year or two, and the national war of the farming tribes can transcend the limitations of the four seasons by relying on stored grains. The nomadic tribes are limited to the spring and autumn seasons and simply cannot sustain it for so long.
Youzhou is still in hand, and some of the cavalry groups in the late Han Dynasty are still retained. This is different from the Song Dynasty, which lost all the horse breeding land. It ensures the ability to encircle and annihilate, not just defeat.
The Hu cavalry were exhausted by the time they retreated in late autumn and early winter, and would only be chased and killed by the Han cavalry. The loss would be more than ten times greater than the defeat. In the coming year, they would be able to directly retaliate and kill the Hu people's hometown, annihilating the clan.
Beijing view.
"Everyone has their own limitations. I am not good at fighting in large groups, so I leave it to the general. Meng De, you are good at examining your character."
"But Murong Zheng, as far as I know, from being a slave to being the head of ten thousand households, his purpose is to fight for the dawn and the future. He will not consider the consequences of failure at all, and it is impossible to think about it."
"He has no foundation, he can only advance without retreating. In the process, he kills many people and makes many enemies. Once he hesitates and the blade is weak, he will die without a burial."
"Do you think this kind of person would have other choices?"
"Your Majesty is right." Cao Cao thought about it and knew that this was the truth. It was impossible for such a person to stop.
The aroma of wine gradually filled the room, and the green plum wine had warmed up.
Ye Qing poured wine into two lacquered wooden cups on the table and said with a smile: "A dragon can be big or small. It can rise and disappear. If it is big, it can stir up clouds and spit out mist. If it is small, it can hide and hide its form. If it rises, it can fly in the universe."
, Hidden is lurking within the waves... If you give him a little gap, he can get in, or this person thinks that destiny has come to him at the right time."
Cao Cao had a dull look on his face. The first half of the sentence was said by himself in the romance book, but at this moment, the emperor used it against him.
Ye Qing pushed the cup and put it in front of him: "In the novel, the hero succeeds the Han Dynasty, only you and me... This round is a fluke for me to win, but luckily China's vitality is not damaged, what do you think?"
"
The screams of death were fading, and another gust of autumn wind blew into the attic, and the smell of blood was faint.
"There is no one in the country, and the Han Dynasty will be prosperous. This is my wish."
Cao Cao stared at the wine cup in front of him, pondered for a moment, and drank the glass of wine.
"It is expected that since I am not a real dragon, I will not be a hindrance to the Yingwu Dynasty, and your Majesty has no shortage of manpower. Why do you want me as an idler?
"I have no shortage of manpower on the ground, but there is still a shortage on the ground. Meng De also knows that if he misses this time, Yan Shenyuan will never come down again."
Ye Qing looked into his eyes and said: "Even though you are so magnanimous, what about the hatred of seizing your career and having your wife and concubines used by others? Old Yan Yan has enjoyed ten years of your life in vain."
Cao Cao's face twitched and he said nothing.
The Han Dynasty valued righteousness and revenge, and heroes were even more so. Ye Qing drank slowly, and the coals in the stove gradually went out. The pavilion fell silent for a while, and both of them only watched the attack and defense at the top of the city.
The Northern Wei army lost a lot of siege equipment, and the situation gradually turned into an ant attack, and the efficiency was lackluster. To be honest, there were not many opportunities to climb mountains on the grassland. Everyone was used to fighting with swords immediately, even with the coordination of magicians.
Not much better.
Soon at noon, the Hu soldiers abandoned thousands of corpses and retreated back to the camp. Although not many were killed in direct combat with the support of magicians, they were still injured a lot. They all looked a little depressed. The Han people's city looked like a stone to them.
It's hard. I heard it's made of soil. How is that possible?
"The ones your Majesty has brought here are only infantry from the county. It is easy for Murong Zheng to find something unusual... In the afternoon, I will lead some people to fight for Your Majesty. It is normal to have offense and defense." Cao Cao said calmly, and he still held a small pot in his hand.
It took ten years to build a force of five thousand men, tigers and leopards. The emperor must have been thinking about it for a long time.
Ye Qing laughed: "Okay, I will give you a separate Tiger and Leopard Cavalry formation, and send you another five thousand sets of Northern Army uniforms, so as not to make Murong Zheng doubt the movements of the main force of our Northern Army cavalry... After tonight, he will ask for it again
It’s too late to leave.”
I am not afraid of Cao Cao's tricks, because in addition to the 100,000 county soldiers, there are also 5,000 Taoist soldiers for personal guard. The Southern Army brought all of them except the 1,000 who stayed at the Luoyang Palace. With the blessing of more than 100,000 troops, it is really possible.
Long Weili is almost an immortal, and Ye Qing will never relax his own safety.
But he knew that the key to this battle was not here, but in the grasslands farther north.
"The news is silent, but I don't know where Zhao Yun is."
Three days later, the Northern Wei camp faced the roaring Yellow River.
The attacks over the past few days have not produced much results. This is actually the normal situation during the siege, but for the inexperienced barbarian tribes, there is some uncertainty.
This piece of Central Plains is a place that they have not penetrated deeply for thousands of years. Wubao is smaller than Jizhou, but there are fire spirit workshops everywhere, and there are dense cities of various sizes everywhere. It does not look weak in the hinterland at all, but it looks strange and strange.
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"The key equipment in the workshop has been dismantled long ago. Ye Qing was clearly on guard, but he deliberately sent his main force away to attract me to attack. Is he using himself as a target? Or..."
Murong Zheng came back from his inspection tour, feeling inexplicably anxious.
Entering the military tent, the shaman in charge of liaison was milling around inside. He jumped up when he saw him, his face was as pale as paper, which made people feel ominous at first sight.
At this time, seeing no one around, he lowered his voice and reported: "The Great Chanyu has sent a message to the Southern Huns shaman to report that a large group of Han cavalry took advantage of the situation and captured the Southern Xiongnu king's tent. They are now outflanking us.
Grassland Headquarters...the number of enemy cavalry is at least 70,000 or more."
After hearing this, Murong Zheng's head buzzed, and he stared at the magician brought down from the ground, staggered, and fell down on his seat.
There was a sudden silence in the golden tent. Murong Zheng was not really a great Chanyu. He took a breath and recovered. He stared at the shaman and lowered his voice subconsciously: "This is impossible. Hebei has left cavalry to blockade. The Yellow River Navy
There was no change. Even Zhang Liao's 20,000 men who were still in Julu yesterday, how could they have wings and fly over? And where did the 70,000 men come from? It's hard to say whether Emperor Ying Wu had 50,000 cavalry. I thought it was during the time of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty?"
"Dad Chanyu, the top priority is to confirm the authenticity of the news and explore the true movements of Zhang Liao's army... If it is really a secret, our army may be in danger."
Murong Zheng was silent for a while, suppressing the palpitations in his heart, and coldly ordered: "Contact the headquarters and order precautions... and block this news, and do not leak it to anyone."
There are still 30,000 troops left in the old nest in Xianbei Mountain, just to prepare for grassland attacks. Even if Ye Qing's main force makes a sneak attack, there is still a risk of losing control.
The news went back and forth that day, and the military situation that was communicated again became clearer, making Murong Zheng's face even darker.
"It's not Yanmen County, it's not Liaodong...then which way is it?"
Several generals on the ground had regained some composure at this time, thought for a moment, and shook their heads: "I don't know. There are not many records about the situation of the Han people in the interior. Maybe you can ask a few leaders of the Southern Huns. The Huns and the Han people have been entangled for the longest time.
, I definitely know something."
"How to ask? Have you told them that your hometown has been destroyed? And this news must be sealed tightly and cannot be revealed to outsiders...otherwise people's hearts will be scattered."
"Great Chanyu, the defense of the headquarters?" several people asked.
Not to mention the foreigners, the hearts of the people of this tribe are already floating... Murong Zheng took a deep breath and calmed down.
At this moment, he had to either retreat or fight to the death. He had already invested all his wealth in this big gamble. Once he retreated to the grassland, he would not be able to suppress the internal cracks and fall apart. He would have no choice but to fight to the death with Ye Qing...
"Xianbei Mountain is the place where saints are worshiped. How can we allow the Han people to be arrogant?"
Murong Zheng glanced at the crowd, and relied on the authority of the Western saint to subdue people's hearts. He did not dare to delay any longer, and directly ordered: "Let's attack in general."
Speaking of this, Murong Zheng gave a half-smile, and looked up to the sky and laughed: "So what if they all die, it's not like I, Murong Zheng, have never failed. At worst, I will take you with me and start from the centurion level again."
As soon as he said this, several people and generals on the ground were convinced.
Yes, I am not really from Xianbei. Even if all the Xiongnu and Xianbei troops die, or even the Blood Wolf Army is completely wiped out, I can still start over again by going back.
At that moment, all the generals responded loudly, and the initial panic was wiped out.