During this period, the entire Xingqing Mansion was in a state of panic, and all the tea shops in the city were discussing one thing: Tubo invaded and Xiping fell.
Tubo and Xixia have a long-standing grudge. The father and ancestors of Li Yuanhao, the founding king of Xixia, died directly or indirectly at the hands of Tubo. After Li Yuanhao succeeded to the throne, he seized a large area of land from Tubo with thunderous means.
, killing tens of thousands of Tubo people, it is not an exaggeration to say that the hatred between the two is irreconcilable. It is just that because Tubo's national power has become weaker and weaker in recent years, it rarely takes the initiative to attack Xixia.
However, less than a month later, another piece of news that shocked the Xixia government and the public came from the border fortress: The Song Dynasty sent 100,000 troops, starting from Yanzhou and Qingzhou, divided into two groups to attack the border military states of Xixia.
Launched a large-scale attack.
Since Xixia's initiative to attack the Song Dynasty failed last year, although it can't be said to be a serious loss of vitality, it has suffered a lot of losses. Now the envoys of the Song and Xia countries are still discussing related matters after this war, and the Song Dynasty launched an attack brazenly.
, catching Xixia off guard for a moment.
Moreover, this time the Song Dynasty learned from the experience of its defeat ten years ago. Although its military strength was far less powerful than the 300,000-strong army that attacked the Song Dynasty in five directions, it fought extremely steadily and cautiously. Everywhere it went, it was sure to attack.
Set up a stronghold, fight steadily, and slowly advance to wait for subsequent military reinforcements.
The Xixia army had fought with the Song Dynasty for so many years. The Song army had long been extremely familiar with the Xia army's unchanging tactics. In addition, the Song army's national power was far superior to that of the Xixia army. After adopting the correct strategy, the Song army was like a group of people who had found a way to fight.
The wolf pack of the alpha wolf, working with Tubo in the east and west, supported each other from afar and gradually encroached on the border states and counties of Xixia.
In desperation, Emperor Xia had to urgently recruit all the tribes in Xixia to gather their troops and march to the borders of the Three Kingdoms. Later, even the Xingqing Mansion's forbidden army sent out most of them.
The Forbidden Army had already suffered heavy losses in the last battle between Song and Xia, and had not yet recovered its strength. As a result, the number of soldiers remaining in Xingqing Mansion was pitifully few.
Night, third watch.
A group of about a hundred infantry troops came from the foot of the mountain where Chuang Gongzi's camp was located in the southwest of the city.
Originally, three troops were responsible for monitoring the tens of thousands of soldiers in the Chuanggongzi camp. However, due to the tight war situation, two troops have been transferred to the front line of the confrontation between Xixia and Tibet during this period, and half of the remaining troops of the first camp have also been transferred back.
In the city of Xingqing Mansion, he is responsible for the protection of the city. It can be said that the current protection near the Chuanggongzi camp is at its lowest point since the establishment of this tribe.
Gui Guli has been very nervous during this period. As the highest officer of the garrison left behind, he feels like he is sleeping on top of a volcano that may erupt at any time every day.
His men now only have 3,000 people, but there are no less than 50,000 captives in the Chuang Gongzi camp that he is responsible for monitoring!
Although most of these people are old, weak, sick and disabled, there are also people who can fight. Once these captive soldiers who are usually bullied in Daxia know the true situation and rebel, they will be able to drink a pot of their own.
Especially since I usually make a lot of money by deducting food and salary from the son's camp.
Therefore, he has not slept well for several nights in a row.
Just as he was conducting a routine inspection with a few soldiers, the infantry team came into his sight.
"Stop, command!"
The sentries at the camp immediately stopped the advancing team.
"Prosperous military fortune!"
The leading officer gave the answer simply and neatly.
Seeing that there was no problem with the password, the sentry relaxed and exchanged a few words. The leading officer then ordered his men to open the gate of the village and let people in.
Gui Guli looked at the small group of people entering the camp in neat lines and thought: At this time, all the rangers sent out should have returned to the camp, why is there still such a group of people hanging outside?
He only thought about it for a moment, then his face suddenly changed, he shouted "No!", immediately jumped on his green horse, and galloped towards the camp gate, while galloping on the horse, he shouted: "
Quickly close the village gate! Don’t let these spies come in!"
However, it was not the sentry who responded to him first, but a sharp arrow shot from the dark night. The arrow was fast and urgent, with the sound of breaking the wind, and shot straight through his throat. He groaned, and his tall body
The figure swayed on the horse's back, and then fell off the horse.
At the last moment of his life, he saw a group of unknown people pulling out their hidden weapons and killing the soldiers in the camp. Moreover, these people had obviously practiced martial arts, and they were fighting on their own in a hurry, unable to do anything.
In front of the assembled soldiers, it was as if a god descended from heaven, and every one of them was as good as ten. In an instant, the tents of the camp were set on fire, and a blazing fire was set off. The fire was mixed with surging shouts of killing...
..
"It's over!"
This was his last thought, and he suddenly fell into the endless night.
Xiao Feng led a team of people and rushed to the front. The sound of wind whistling in his ears, the chaotic shouts of killing, the screams and the fire that came into his eyes. The blood made him feel like he was still the leader of the Beggar Clan back then.
The feeling. Behind him, there were 3,000 soldiers he brought out from Chuang Gongzi's camp, and tens of thousands of old and weak people who could barely fight.
A few days ago, he rushed to the Cang Gongzi camp from Murong Fu. With Murong Fu's previous relationship and his experience in managing the beggar gang for several years, Xiao Feng took less than half a month.
With the cooperation of Zhang Nanfeng, he took control of the entire camp. At this moment, he felt that the scene in front of him seemed familiar to that of a year ago. That time, he also took the lead and entered the Xixia camp.
Xiao Feng divided the more than 10,000 men in his hands into three groups and spread them out in a "pin" shape. The most elite three thousand people followed him and went straight into the center of the Xixia Army. The other two groups each had more than 5,000 people, blocking the west and south sides of the Xixia Army.
direction, leaving only the east direction for the enemy to flee, forming a three-quenched formation that surrounded the enemy.
These 3,000 Xixia troops were far inferior to the enemy in terms of numbers, and they were suddenly broken into the central army and killed the general. They were leaderless, not to mention that the opposite leader was led by a ten thousand enemy like Xiao Feng, who only supported them for less than a moment.
The army collapsed, and the remaining hundreds of defeated troops retreated towards Xingqing Fucheng.
Xiao Feng did not chase after him, but took out a firework and lit it casually. A flash of light flashed by, and a cold star appeared in the dark night sky.
In the distance, a middle-aged scribe in Confucian attire saw the fireworks, and with a stern expression gave an order to his dozens of men, and the dozens of martial arts masters in powerful attire dispersed and took action.
In just a moment, the group of panicked defeated soldiers entered the ambush circle of the middle-aged scribe, and then there was another killing without any suspense... I like to be reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist. Please collect it:
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