"General, your sergeants know that leaving the city is dangerous, but they are still willing to die for you. And now...are you going to abandon them?"
The deputy general's tone was trembling. How could he expect that the general he had always admired would do this!
Xia Hou just glanced at the deputy general: "My eldest brother may be in trouble now, and I...have to do this! I'm sorry!"
There were constant soldiers being hacked to death by the Tatars in front of him, but Xiahou still took advantage of the crowd's scuffle and led three thousand soldiers out of the battle formation, running along a trail towards the Fenhe River.
At this moment, his psychological burden was extremely heavy. When he passed the edge of the battle formation, he could clearly feel the doubts and despair in the eyes of the soldiers he had personally trained.
But he still had to do this, because he owed Chen Mu too much. If it weren't for Chen Mu, he would still be making porcelain and forging iron in the village.
I have to repay the kindness of knowing someone!
This night is destined to be desolate and lonely.
Let's talk about Chen Mu and his party. At this moment, the frontline troops were already heading towards the opposite river bank along the rafts.
Chen Mu and others stood on the shore. Under the moonlight, it was not difficult to see that they all had nervous expressions on their faces.
Zhang Bowen said aloud: "Han Xiner's plan is too dangerous. If the Tatar army suddenly rushes out when the army is halfway through, the army going north will be seriously injured overnight!"
Han Xiner glanced at the bright moon in the sky, and after a moment just said: "But the benefits are also extremely huge. This strategy focuses on gambling. Once the Fen River is crossed at night, 60,000 troops will surprise the Tatar camp. Only
It only takes one battle to annex its 100,000-strong army."
It was said to be a gamble, but in Han Xin'er's heart, she still knew that the late-night march was hidden. Even if it was discovered by enemy scouts, it was still about ten miles away from Taiyuan City. By the time they arrived, the army would have crossed the Fen River long ago.
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As for Chen Mu, he agreed with Han Xiner's risky strategy.
Sixty thousand sergeants are too few. The artillery and ammunition have not yet been delivered. If a real war begins, the consumption will be too great. After all, after repelling these Tatars, we still have to attack Yanyun. The smaller the casualties, the better.
"But Brother Chen, if we really want to attack the Tatars by surprise, I think I can dedicate 5,000 men and horses to cross from the upper reaches. When the time comes, add the defenders in the city, and attack from three sides, I will definitely be able to defeat all the 100,000 Tatar troops.
Stay here."
Chen Mu thought for a moment and couldn't help but feel that Zhang Bowen was right.
"In this case, Han Xiner, you lead five thousand men and horses to go around from upstream. When we start fighting here, you can directly kill them and capture all the Tatars!"
"Take orders!"
This is indeed a good military strategy, but the Tatar army is already waiting half a mile away, and there are dozens of pairs of eyes staring at the Shu army in the dark.
As long as the army has crossed most of the way, the entire 60,000-strong army will definitely rush over directly.
There are too many people who want to cut off Chen Mu's head.
The vast area on the other side of the river is a plain. The wind and dust are rustling at night, and the endless Tatar army is lying in ambush in the plain, just waiting for the sound of the whistle from the spies ahead.
Under the moonlight, all the Tatar soldiers extinguished their torches, but looking from a distance, they could see the fire surging in the Han camp.
King Lamour rubbed the handle of his knife and said with a ferocious smile: "After this battle, not only will we avenge our defeat in the last battle, but within a year, the entire land of the Central Plains will probably fall into our hands."
That day, King Rimai just had a look of hatred on his face: "I am not interested in any of this. Now I just want to chop off Chen Mu's head with my own hands. The last battle in Monan resulted in the loss of all the elite members of our clan. This time
The hatred is irreconcilable!"
"Haha, then I'm afraid you have no chance. Your Majesty personally led more than 10,000 soldiers to cross the river from the upper reaches to attack the Han army on the other side of the river."
"I……"
But before King Rimai could finish his words, a trumpet sound suddenly came from ahead!
The two looked happy, but soon, there was a sharp explosion from the same location.
"Bang!"
"What...what's going on?"
"No matter what, since the horn is sounding, there must be something going on, kill it first!"
After saying that, the two men led the Tatar army and marched towards the Fenhe River to kill them.
How could more than 50,000 people pass by in such a short period of time? How could it be possible that more than half of them had passed? It was only more than a thousand people.
"Stop crossing the river!"
Chen Mu quickly stopped the Shu troops who were still on the raft.
This is the sound of gunfire. In today's world, he is the only one who has a flintlock gun. However, due to the emergency of the frontline war, Chen Mu asked the logistics troops to transport ammunition, firearms and other items.
But now, I am afraid that only one person has a flintlock gun, and that is Xiahou!
I once gave him a handful.
"Brother Mu! Don't come here! The Tatar army is all ambushing in front!"
At this moment, Xiahou and three thousand sergeants stood quietly on the river bank, shouting these words constantly.
The Fen River was turbulent, and the two banks were too far apart. Xiahou led 3,000 people over, not intending to fight with the enemy. He just wanted the 3,000 people to shout together so that the people on the other side could hear them.
The sound was deafening. When he heard the words "Brother Mu" and the roar of the Tatars getting closer and closer, Chen Mu understood everything.
Xia Hou came...to die to remind myself!
Then he immediately dismounted and shouted at the edge of the river: "Get the hell away!"
But no matter how Chen Mu shouted, he was completely covered up by the words: Brother Mu, don't come over.
The emotion came very suddenly. In the midst of this wave of noise, Chen Muyu fell directly on the ground and cried bitterly before Wanjun.
Because he knew very well that in the journey of his life, another person was about to leave, and... the process was so heartbreaking.
The Tatars' forward cavalry were very fast. In less than half a cup of tea, they reached a position a hundred feet away from Xiahou, leaving them no time to escape.
But Xiahou never thought of running away. He was dressed in military uniform, holding the hilt of his sword tightly, and stood quietly on the edge of the Fen River, listening carefully to the sound of the wind.
Xiahou believed that he valued the lives of his soldiers very much. The monthly stipend he paid to him would only cover his family's expenses. The remaining money would be used to supplement military supplies and build armor for the soldiers.
Because of this, all of his men are equipped with armors and swords, which is extremely rare in the national army.
Just to avoid death as much as possible during the battle, after all, we all have relatives and parents!
But today, he personally threw eight thousand soldiers who were determined to follow him in front of Taiyuan City, and led three thousand people to go around the path to the Fen River, just to shout: "Brother Mu! Don't come here!"
Xiahou didn't know which direction Chen Mu was on the other side, but he still smiled slightly towards the other side.
"This journey in the human world is too short. I didn't expect it to end so soon. Who could have thought... that farewell in front of Chang'an Gate would be the last time I see you in this life. I feel unwilling to do so.
Brother Mu, this is the last time that I, Xiahou, will go through fire and water for you!"