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Chapter 1722

After a false alarm, they got a huge unexpected fortune. Chang Yu and the other generals were so happy that they couldn't stop talking about it. Li Muchian even regretted his decision just now. If he went to the village as a guest, maybe

Can get more.

Wuzhong then scolded him for being dissatisfied. Who knows what it would be like if he went there? Maybe there was an explanation somewhere. As the old saying goes, just leave it when it's good. This was echoed by everyone, even Chang Yu also agreed very much.

, and said: "It's not easy to mess with local snakes, especially in this troubled world." Besides, there is no need to cause trouble on this trip.

After learning that Ma Wannian had summoned tens of thousands of soldiers and horses to besiege Chongqing, Chang Yu was concerned about the war and ordered a rapid march. He arrived in Nanchuan County, a hundred miles away, in just one day. It was deep in the mountains and the rebels had not occupied the area.

Under the rule of the imperial court, there were less than a hundred soldiers garrisoning the city. Duoyi Xiangyong and the surrounding landowners provided armed protection and survived. Of course, the main reason was that it was hidden in the mountains and beyond the reach of the bandit army.

Chang Yu ordered his troops to rest briefly in Nanchuan County, and then sent people to Fuzhou to inquire about the news. Song Luoshu volunteered and led more than ten people to go first, and then Chang Yu summoned the magistrate of Nanchuan County to inquire.

After casually asking about the government affairs in the city, the topic turned to the war outside. However, the county magistrate didn't know much, not even as much as Zhang Degui on the Qijiang River. I only knew that Qin Liangyu's call to attack Chongqing was responded to by many Xidong chieftains. As for the

He had no idea where they were now or how they were attacked, but he was certain of one thing: Fuzhou had been recovered by now.

This is undoubtedly nonsense. Ma Wannian sent his troops from Shizhu to besiege Chongqing, so Fuzhou, which must be passed through, has naturally been captured.

Rested overnight and left camp early the next morning.

The trip to Fuling, which is more than 200 miles away, is also extremely rugged and rugged mountainous terrain. Most of the road is impossible to walk and requires dismounting and walking. Fortunately, the team has no baggage and even carries little food and grass, otherwise it would be really difficult.

Occasionally encounter some villages on the way, and you will always see the sentries nervously issuing warning sounds, and then a group of people will emerge from the dangerous places and stare at them vigilantly. These are local armed forces. As long as you don't mess with them, it's normal.

They won't provoke you. For example, when they see Chang Yu and his group of more than a thousand people, they don't dare to take the initiative to cause trouble. They even have to be careful about this passing soldier and don't cause trouble for them.

Of course Chang Yu had no time to mess with them and just wanted to cross the border safely.

"Shopkeeper, look." Qing Yi tugged on the corner of Chang Yu's clothes and pointed to the cliff to the north. There was a tree on the cliff. There was a dead man hanging on the tree. To be precise, it was the skeleton of the dead man. There were

A few strands of rags were originally supposed to be clothes, but after hanging the body for a long time, animals gnawed on the city frame, and the clothes were torn into strips.

Trespassers will die. There were several big characters written in red paint on the cliff. Wuzhong twitched the corner of his mouth and snorted: "I also broke into a few such villages back then."

"What happened next?" Jiang Fa asked curiously.

"The trespassers are still alive, but everyone inside is dead!" Wuzhong said lightly, and Jiang Fa's eyes shone: "We have heard about the Sword Saint massacre for a long time..." Jiang Fa is a big fan of Wuzhong, he has always thought that Wu

Zhong is the famous swordsman in the world, but Wuzhong never admits it.

"Is he really that powerful?" Qing Yi also heard it and asked Chang Yu in a low voice.

"Half and half, that guy is a braggart. The villages he broke into were all dens of thieves, not this kind of village." Chang Yu said in a low voice: "Practice hard, and you can kill him in a year..."

The person beside her frowned: "Can you not take her into the ditch..."

Ahem, cough, cough, Chang Yu quickly changed the topic as soon as he heard Su Jing's words: "Give me the order to tell the brothers to hurry on their way and not to enter the forest and intrude into their territory at will."

"They're just local soldiers, who are you trying to scare?" Hao Yaoqi looked disdainful, and Ji Jike poked him: "I'm afraid, but I'm not afraid. You just don't want to cause trouble."

"Damn it, if I weren't in a hurry, I really wanted to rush over and level their village." Tu Yuan cursed, but Chang Yu angrily scolded him: "First, they didn't rebel, and second, they didn't rob. What's wrong with you? Go and level their village."

, How is this behavior different from that of a thief?"

"I just can't stand their bad behavior of pretending to be a ghost. Just look at the person hanging and you know that the people in the village are not good! Who the hell are you trying to scare?" Tu Yuan spat as he looked at the corpses on the cliff.

Chang Yu cursed again: "Then you know that hanging the corpse is a good thing, maybe he is a thief..."

The march only covered sixty miles in one day, and it was extremely slow.

As the sun set and darkness fell, we found a high hill to set up camp. We were silent all night. In the morning, the sky was gloomy and cold. When the soldiers woke up from the cold, they got up and set up a fire to boil water and ate some dry food. Then they broke camp and continued on their way.

After traveling for dozens of miles, it was already noon. Fortunately, the mountain road was finally flat. After a short rest, Chang Yu ordered the march to continue. By dark, they had arrived at the bank of Wujiang River, only a few dozen miles away from Fuzhou. Finally, they were tired.

The horses were exhausted, so they camped on the spot. Late at night, Song Luoshu sent someone to come.

Song Luoshu and his group of more than ten people went to Fuzhou City first by land and then by water from Wujiang River to Fuzhou City. After revealing their identities, Ma Wannian's men warmly entertained them and detailed everything they had done these days.

Having said it all, he really looked proud: If nothing happens, he will be able to defeat Chongqing City within half a month.

But Chang Yu learned that Qin Liangyu did not go to the battle in person. Instead, her grandson Ma Wannian and her four nephews sent troops from the land to the west of Chongqing in two routes. Then they came back and shot them to the foot of Fotu Pass in order to break the city from there.

Knowing that it was impossible to defeat Chongqing in this battle, Mrs. Qin's move was to delay Zhang Xianzhong so that he could not take advantage of the opportunity to enter Yunnan, and to train her grandson and train his troops.

The reason is very simple. Chongqing's natural chasm is by no means so easy to defeat. If Qin Liangyu comes to defeat it in person, he will be a little sure, after all, he has passed the test once.

But this time the people who came here were all the younger generation. Ma Wannian had no actual combat experience at all. His four nephews were experienced veterans on the battlefield, but they were still far behind Qin Liangyu. When Qin Liangyu attacked Chongqing, Qin Yiming and others

Although he also participated in the war, at that time he only acted according to orders and had no decision-making power. Now he finally has a chance to resist the banner, but can he do it?

Chang Yu thinks it is not possible, because although Qin Yiming has rich combat experience, he has a fatal weakness, which is timidity! This is the label given to him by historical data! To put it bluntly, his fighting style is too bad! He is timid and timid.

A general who wants to attack must not do it if he has such a fatal weakness!

In addition, the hardware is not good enough. Although there are more than 10,000 soldiers and horses, they are all a mob. The proportion of white-armed soldiers who were brave in the past is too small. Moreover, the combat effectiveness and experience of the white-armed soldiers at this time are far inferior to those of the past.

Generals cannot do it, and soldiers cannot do it.

Rely on what?

A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger?

It might be okay to farm mobs in the field, but it's obviously not okay against experienced thieves. What's more, they are still guarding the natural danger, and letting them attack forcefully will be a waste of lives.


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