It was already midnight, and even though the sentries were ordered not to drink, the entire Longxia army was celebrating together today. Even if the generals returned to Wujiang City alone for the banquet, the rules in the army were undoubtedly much relaxed now.
There were several empty wine jars and empty plates with only some residue left on the ground. Although a sentry was still standing, if you could look through the dark night, you would find that the sentry was already sleeping against a pillar.
It’s on.
As for the other soldiers who were on duty, they were already lying on the ground, sleeping in their human form.
From time to time, he would also chirp, and his heavy breathing smelled of alcohol.
Originally, under the leadership of Huo Quxie, the Shuofang Army's military discipline was extremely strict. At least the sentry who ensured the safety of the entire army would never become drunk like a dead pig.
If Chen Mu saw this scene, I'm afraid he would scold him again, "If one soldier is a coward, the whole family will be cowards."
Perhaps a few people were immersed in the dream of returning home after the war, but they had no idea that four Tatar soldiers carrying long swords were already approaching them little by little.
In the dark night, there was a cold light in the eyes of the four of them, just like wild wolves waiting for an opportunity to hunt their prey, and their every step was so silent.
Soon all four of them drew their swords, but before the sentry could react, the sentry's head on the pillar was instantly separated.
As for the other people lying on the ground, as the Tatar soldiers raised and fell their swords, the minced meat and blood spattered, and they were soon chopped into a pile of minced meat.
"Send a signal to the kings."
One of them nodded, and then took out a wooden wedge as thick as a thumb from his bag.
I saw the man blowing fiercely at the sharp point, and a sharp and bright eagle cry instantly resounded throughout the plain.
Soon the same sound was heard from a mile away.
What followed was another burst of running sounds that resounded throughout the world.
After suffering the losses last time, this time the Tatar army no longer adopted the previous tactics of using horses and cavalry to clear the way for the prairie swordsmen. Instead, the infantry advanced first to clear obstacles for the more than 10,000 cavalry that followed.
At this time, a total of 20,000 swordsmen were running towards the Wanlayer Gorge at high speed, while the large army was slowly following behind.
This was a night attack, and all the sergeants were ordered to run without making a sound. Therefore, even if the vanguard troops entered the Wanlayer Gorge, Shuofang's army, stationed only one mile away, was still sleeping soundly.
Anyone who loves drinking knows that once you fall asleep after a binge drinking session, it is difficult to wake up in the middle of the night.
This also means that many people will lose their lives tonight without knowing anything.
"Barbarian... Barbarian is here!"
When they were only a hundred steps away from Shuofang's army, a few sane people finally noticed that the Tatar soldiers were approaching the valley.
Some people were awakened one after another, but now it was too late. The Tatar army rushed into the Shuofang military camp in the blink of an eye and started massacre.
Many people didn't even have time to put on their armor, so their heads were beheaded by the barbarian's knife.
There were also some people who were so drunk that they were still snoring even when the Tatar swordsmen rushed to them.
There is no suspense in this battle. No matter in terms of numbers or combat effectiveness, this group of drunken Shuofang troops cannot be the opponent of the Tatars.
For a time, the entire canyon was filled with howls and flames, and the 20,000 Shoufang troops were like a bunch of pigs and dogs, being chased and slaughtered by the Tatars.
Only at this moment did they understand why, even if the Shu army had a share of the food and wine sent, the Shu army general would not let the Shu army go down the mountain to eat and drink together.
But now it was too late to react. Countless soldiers fell into a pool of blood under the Tatar's long swords.
In a piece of bluestone on the mountain, Chen Mu had not slept and had been sitting here waiting for a long time.
"General, if not let me lead an army to support you!"
Chen Mu looked at the carnage at the bottom of the mountain indifferently, and then turned to look at Lin Qiye who looked anxious.
"I leave the entire Shu army to you, how confident are you that you can repel these tens of thousands of enemy troops?"
"I..." Lin Qiye was momentarily speechless.
"Since you are not even sure about it, what are you going to do? Do you want the enemy to see how passionate you are? After killing you, let them praise you: People from the Central Plains are really powerful?"
Chen Mu's words could be said to be very disrespectful. For a moment, Lin Qiye lowered his head in shame.
"My military order is that the troops are not allowed to light fires and cook for these two days. We must act in secret to prevent the Tatars from noticing us."
Lin Qiye raised his hand: "Yes, but general...can you tell me what exactly we are waiting for here?"
Chen Mu said inexplicably: "Wait... wait for the arrow to fly for a while."
Seeing that Chen Mu was still unwilling to say anything, Lin Qiye shook his head bitterly and had no choice but to retreat.
As the moment passed, the miserable howls in the canyon gradually became quieter.
A general grabbed the last Shuofang soldier's head with one hand. Under the Shuofang soldier's constant begging for mercy, the blade tore his neck. As the general exerted more force, his head came out.
"Haha, what a pity these Central Plains bugs are. What a wonderful labor force. If the kings hadn't given the order, I would have really wanted to catch some and send them back to the tribe."
At this time, Shuofang's army was just as Chen Mu expected, and nearly 20,000 people were massacred in the Ten Thousand Layers Gorge.
There is no place that is not stained red with blood, and no place is not covered with corpse intestines. Thinking about it, this can be called a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Soon, the troops following behind gradually entered the Ten Thousand Layers Gorge. The three leading troops showed satisfaction when they saw that there were few Tatar sergeants among the corpses in the valley.
After a pause, King Husile said slowly: "Brother Rimai, His Majesty the Emperor originally asked me to be the commander of this operation, but now... I really don't have the shame to order the sergeants of the three tribes to fight again. Last year it was
You command the army, this time... it's you who do it."
"I don't have any objection either. When it comes to leading troops in war, it has to be Brother Na Rimai."
Narimai was naturally happy to be the commander-in-chief. To be honest, he actually didn't want to hand over the army to a King Husile who had lost several battles in a row.
"Since you two brothers believe me, wait for my good news and break the general's city. I will definitely capture the general's concubines and wives as soon as possible and serve you."
"Haha, brother Rimai, you have to choose someone with a petite and soft body. Compared to women, I still like the little women here in the Central Plains. They are not like the women over there who are so arrogant and clever."
Upon hearing this, both of them showed lewd smiles.
Only King Husile still had a dead look on his face, looking towards the direction of Wujiang City: "I hope Brother Rimai will pay attention to another army named Shu Army. If possible, please send the general of Shu Army to his side."
Catch him."
"Don't worry, more Central Plains bugs will die this time and go to heaven to be slaves for your children."