That night, Yang Hao was practicing swordplay under the moonlight.
A corner of the camp is where the kitchen is. At this time, the moon is like water, and thick wooden sticks are piled up in the open space. Yang Hao picks up a tree stump and puts it on the ground. He raises the knife with both hands, holds his breath and concentrates, and swings the knife down with only seven points of strength.
The wooden stake made a soft "click" sound, split into two halves on the left and right, and the tip of the knife was only three inches from the ground.
There were blood blisters on his hands, and both hands were now wrapped with cloth strips. When he waved his arms, there was some burning pain, but he still gritted his teeth and endured it. After suffering a lot, he became a master. He is now
He has given up the idea of reaching the sky in one step and hopes to achieve his career through his own efforts.
In this military camp, there must be a minimum amount of force, which is the capital of self-protection. During the war, the general has too much time to take care of himself. Who will protect him? At that time, even if he has great talents, he will still be killed by a big-headed soldier.
To kill. He must have the power to protect himself. With his current status, it is impossible to have personal guards, so he must master a certain amount of force. Five hundred cuts a day is the rule he has set for himself.
He stayed with Cheng Shixiong every day, learning from him to manage military affairs, learning from him to patrol the camp, learning from him to give orders, learning from him how to deal with the big soldiers... At night, he came to the kitchen and became a volunteer to chop firewood.
Work. Five hundred cuts sounded easy, but when he actually did it, he realized that each of these five hundred cuts condensed his energy and spirit, and how much power it would take to chop them down using the power transport method taught by General Cheng. But he
Still persisting, the wind and rain continued. It rained heavily last night, and he had to chop five hundred times in the rain before crawling back to his den to sleep like a dead dog.
"Ah! Four hundred and ninety-seven..."
Yang Hao bent down his sore waist, erected another wooden stake, put his knife on the ground, and took a breather to rest. He didn't want to hit it casually with every knife, he had to catch his breath and use the most correct way to move the knife, five times.
Hundreds of swords, each sword was executed exactly as instructed by General Cheng, never wasting a sword, never slacking off an ounce of effort.
He raised the knife again, his feet were straight and his body was as straight as a mountain. He held the knife in both hands, and the blade was slightly raised above his head. His eyes seemed to be imaginary but still real, focusing on the wooden stake.
The moonlight reflected on the blade of the knife, undulating slightly like running water. Four hundred and eighty-seven cuts were struck, and it was already very difficult for him to hold the knife steady in his hand.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a noise and listened for a moment. Yang Hao quickly ran up to the pile of firewood and looked into the distance. He only heard the sound of fighting coming from the north and the sound of golden drums. Yang Hao couldn't help but
My heart tightened: "The Northern Han army attacked the northern camp! Are they attacking the northern camp at night to demoralize our Song army, or are they trying to break through and escape to the grassland?"
At this time, the alarm sounded in the camp, and Cheng Shixiong hurriedly walked out of the tent wearing armor. Cheng Shixiong was good at running the army. His frontier troops were not as equipped as the Forbidden Army. They looked tall, short, fat, and thin, unlike the Forbidden Army.
They are all tall and sturdy men of the same height, but they have been guarding in the bitter cold land all year round. Their combat effectiveness and combat experience are not inferior to those of the Forbidden Army who have never been defeated in the Central Plains. Especially since they have just been transferred to the front line and their soldiers are full of energy, so
Prepared for emergencies early, there was silence in the camp, without any noise. In contrast, Yang Hao, who hurried back, became the most restless one. Seeing the order in the camp, Yang Hao couldn't help but blush.
Last red.
Cheng Shixiong knew that he was practicing swordsmanship in the back camp. When he saw him running in sweating profusely, he did not scold him. Instead, he comforted him and said harmoniously: "Don't panic. The more serious things happen, the more calm you have to be. You have just joined the army. After fighting a few battles, you will be able to calm down again."
You can calm down when you hear the killing cry."
He climbed up to the observation deck and looked north for a while. Since there was a corner of the city blocking the area, he could only vaguely see the faint light of fire in the direction of the North City, and the sound of killings was loud. Cheng Shixiong said: "The soldiers of the Northern Han Dynasty attacked the garrison in the North City at night.
The military capital is guarded by General Zhao, Marquis of Yu. This man is brave, good at fighting, and resourceful. The Northern Han army may not get an advantage."
Yang Hao was his own soldier, so he followed him. When he heard the voice, he asked: "General, don't we send troops to support you?"
Cheng Shixiong said: "It's dark at night and the enemy's situation is unknown. How can we act rashly? What should we do if we fall into the trap of luring the tiger away from the mountain, or are lured into an ambush? Remember, when attacking camps at night, the camps must not rush to help.
Even if you receive a signal for help from the attacked military camp, you must be careful and have all the battalions respond in response. If the enemy successfully rushes into the camp, it will only mess up one battalion. If you mess up your position and rush to help, once you fall into the enemy's trick, you will be defeated.
We have lost everything and there is no room for recovery."
Yang Haojin said: "Yes, I will teach you."
The sound of fighting in Beicheng lasted for less than two sticks of incense and then fell silent. Then the Beicheng garrison sent out lights and gongs and drums signals that the enemy had retreated. Sneak attacks are all about surprise. Once the opponent is prepared or responds in time,
, then the conditions for a sneak attack will be lost. A wise general will withdraw his troops immediately instead of changing the sneak attack into a decisive battle.
Cheng Shixiong chuckled, yawned and said: "These bastards, if we don't attack the city, they still have time to sneak attack. Ah~~~~ I'm sleepy. Disarm, disarm, and go back to sleep."
Yang Hao followed him down the wooden ladder and returned to the Chinese army camp. At this time, he had mastered the composition and wearing methods of each part of the armor of this era. While he skillfully removed Cheng Shixiong's armor, he said: "Just now, the police were suddenly called.
When my subordinates saw that the warning signal came from Beicheng, they also speculated whether the Hou Han army was going to break out at night and flee to the grassland. Now it seems that their purpose is to disturb our army's mind. Aren't you worried that they will attack our camp again?"
Cheng Shixiong said: "A night attack is all about taking people by surprise and attacking them unprepared. Once someone sees through it, there is nothing to do. Looking at the situation, the enemy's night attack is not to break through, but to disturb the morale of our troops."
, Hey! Now that the battalions are on alert, do they still dare to come again? You go and sleep too."
Yang Hao said: "Yes, General, please rest. My subordinates have set a rule for themselves to chop five hundred swords every day, and now there are still three swords left."
Cheng Shixiong laughed and said: "But three swords can save the bird's trouble, go to sleep."
Yang Hao hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said: "With regard to the number of daily sword training, if my subordinates reduce the number of three swords for one reason today, they can find another reason to reduce ten swords tomorrow. If this continues, nothing will be achieved. So we can only
Increase, not decrease!”
Cheng Shixiong glanced at him in surprise, and said with a smile: "Good boy, okay, then you can go and go to bed early after practicing the sword."
At this time, Liu Jiye, the general of the Northern Han Dynasty, picked bells on his horse and wrapped his hoofs in cotton. He had quietly gathered 600 elite cavalry inside the west gate. Twenty crossbowmen had been sent out. They sneaked in with the task of shooting Cheng Shi.
The garrison sentry of the Xiong camp.
The real target of his sneak attack tonight is not the North Camp, but the West Camp. Among the four camps outside the city, only the West Camp is not controlled by the Forbidden Army, but is in the hands of the Northwest Zhe clan. Moreover, their troops have just changed their defenses and entered the battle. Their morale is at a loss.
The military's morale and combat power have not been dampened, and it is undoubtedly the strongest group. This is one of the reasons why Cheng Shixiong speculated that he would not come.
But Liu Jiye did the opposite. In his opinion, the morale of Xiying was strong, so the wariness was bound to be the least. This was the best opportunity to take surprise. If the sneak attack on Xiying succeeded, the imperial court would blame Xiying.
The camp was careless and was taken advantage of by the enemy. Since the Western Camp belonged to the Zhe clan alone, the sergeants must also blame the imperial soldiers and horses for not saving them. Once they deserted, the troops and horses besieging the city would no longer be monolithic, and the Northern Han Dynasty would
There is an opportunity to take advantage of. The reason why Liu Wudi is invincible is not that his soldiers are braver than the Khitan people, nor that he has the martial arts to defeat ten thousand people. It is precisely because of his strategy and tactics.
While he was pretending to attack the North Camp and all the battalions were turning their attention to the North Camp, twenty of his sharpshooters had quietly moved towards Cheng Shixiong's station in the West Camp, secretly shooting at the lookout posts everywhere, cleaning up the antlers of the horse, and preparing for him.
The cavalry raid was prepared.
Everything in front was ready, and a light signal was given to him. Liu Jiye immediately opened the city gate and led 600 warriors to rush towards Cheng Shixiong's camp like thunder and wind.
As soon as Yang Hao walked to the firewood pile in the front camp and raised his big knife, the sound of fighting came from the front camp. Yang Hao's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly picked up the knife and rushed towards the Chinese army. The Chinese army arrived.
At the camp, Cheng Shixiong's robe was half-undressed and he was hurriedly running out of the tent with his belt tied on.
He was sure that the enemy wouldn't launch a second sneak attack tonight, so he took off his clothes completely, with no underwear under his robe, and his half-naked chest was covered in black hair. It seemed that General Cheng still had a hobby of sleeping naked.
Or. His boots were put on, but his stockings were not tied, and the scarf on his hair had been removed. His disheveled hair looked like he had just been kicked off the kang by his wife, the Lion of Hedong.
Fires were burning everywhere in the front camp. Since the soldiers in the main camp had relaxed their vigilance because the Northern Han Army failed to attack Beicheng, Liu Jiye's "returning carbine" move really caught them off guard. They had just disarmed and undressed, and now
He dressed up in a hurry, and when he picked up his sword and spear and rushed out of the camp, the Northern Han cavalry came like a whirlwind, throwing torches everywhere, even setting the forage cart on fire, causing chaos in the camp.
Because his prediction was wrong, Cheng Shixiong angrily rushed out of the camp, hurriedly tied his robe, took the halberd from the hands of his soldiers, and shouted loudly: "But the enemy is attacking the camp?"
Someone had already taken a few steps forward, bowed down and reported: "General, hundreds of cavalry from the Northern Han Dynasty attacked our army at night. Their horses kicked the company camp. Now it seems that they are going to pass through the front camp and attack the general's main formation.
Please let the general decide."
Cheng Shixiong roared: "When the enemy comes towards me, I will meet the enemy, prepare my horse, and follow me to kill the enemy."
The soldiers on the side hurriedly advised: "General, the front camp is in chaos. It is difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. It is impossible to advance in the dark. Why don't we hold on to our formation? General, please call all the battalions to help."
The soldier said in a hurry, Cheng Shixiong just thought he was farting, and he had already jumped on an unsaddled war horse. Under the torch, he saw that his beard and hair were flying, his eyes were quarreling, his halberd was flying, and his voice was like thunder.
He said: "Follow me to kill the enemy!" After saying that, he shook the horse's reins and took the lead to kill the front camp, which was surrounded by flames.