Xia Qing also wanted to reinforce Jin'an, but the number of troops under his command was pitiful, with only more than 10,000 troops, and their combat power was not strong. Even if he went there, he would not be able to solve the substantive problem.
One of his staff noticed his concerns and advised him: "General, why don't you also send out the new soldiers in the camp? There are as many as 30,000 new soldiers, and they have been training in the military camp for a long time. Although they have not yet
It has reached the standard, but it is not far behind. There are 30,000 new soldiers, plus our more than 10,000 soldiers, there are more than 40,000 people. Even if the combat strength is slightly lower, Jin'an's city defense can make up for the shortcoming."
Hey! This is a solution! Xia Qing's eyes lit up at first, and then he shook his head repeatedly and said: "But the new soldiers are not at my disposal. How can I have the right to mobilize new soldiers to join the war?"
This is true. As the commander-in-chief of the North Camp, his responsibility is to guard the camp and train new recruits. He has the right to train, but not to command. If he wants to mobilize new soldiers, he needs Shao Fang's approval.
The staff said seriously: "In extraordinary times, we can only use extraordinary means. Once Jin'an is lost, our northern camp's defense will not be able to withstand the Feng army's attack. If we want to save the camp, we must first protect Jin'an. We will be outside, military orders
Even if you don’t accept it, Jin’an and Beiying are now in danger, and the general mobilized new soldiers to join the battle. Even if the king knows about it in the future, the king will never blame the general, but will only praise the general’s adaptability and wise decisiveness.”
"Oh..." Xia Qing was so pleased with what his staff said that he lowered his head and remained silent, considering the pros and cons.
Seeing this, the general from Jin'an who came to ask for help hurriedly stepped in and saluted: "General, Jin'an's garrison is less than 20,000, and it has withstood the fierce attack of Feng Kingdom's 100,000-strong army. As long as the general is willing to help, Feng's army will be able to be blocked."
Outside the city!"
The words of the general were naturally exaggerated, but it was true that Jin'an's army still managed to win despite having fewer troops and more troops. Xia Qing frowned, thought about it for a while, and finally said, "Okay! I will."
The general will personally lead the battalion’s officers and recruits to reinforce Jin’an!”
Hearing this, everyone in the camp looked happy.
Xia Qing's decision was undoubtedly correct. At this critical moment, regardless of emotions or reasons, the Mo army in Beiying should go to reinforce Jin'an, which was just around the corner. However, people never dreamed that this seemingly correct decision would turn
The Beiying Army was led into a hell of eternal destruction.
Mo Guoce's general Xia Qing personally led the Beiying Army of more than 10,000 people plus 30,000 new soldiers, and left Beiying in a mighty manner and headed north to reinforce Jin'an.
When this massive force reached the section between Jin'an and Beiying, whistles suddenly sounded loudly and shouts of killing were heard. Then, arrows rained down from all directions, and countless soldiers came from behind.
Rush out everywhere.
On the way from Beiying to Jin'an, there were so many Feng troops ambushing them. The Mo army had never expected it. Since they had not heard any news in advance, people even wondered whether the Feng troops in front of them fell from the sky.
came down.
Unprepared and unprepared, the Mozambican army of more than 40,000 people was caught off guard by the 30,000 Feng army who set up an ambush. Although Mozhi had more soldiers, the situation was completely one-sided.
Especially the 30,000 recruits in the Mo army were completely blindsided by the sudden appearance of the Feng army. The recruits did not know how to respond, and they were not taught this in their daily training. Everyone stood up in a daze, wondering what time it was now.
Should we resist or retreat? If we resist, we don't know whether we should form a formation or fight alone.
Life and death, everyone is on a desperate battlefield, life and death are just a matter of thoughts, no one has time to teach you how to do it, all the experience is gained by myself and my brothers with sweat and blood, everything
Veterans are also elites selected after countless bloody battles.
This is the difference between new recruits and veterans. The reason why the Feng Army is good at fighting is that individual soldiers and overall combat capabilities are only one aspect. Another important point is that they have rich combat experience. In the long-term uninterrupted battle, the new recruits can fight in the shortest time.
They can grow into veterans, and the recruits who become veterans can turn more recruits into veterans in the subsequent battles. In this cycle, brave and experienced people emerge in an endless stream.
If the Feng army is suddenly ambushed, even if there is no general to give the command, the soldiers below will know how to protect themselves, how to respond, and how to cooperate with their companions to protect themselves and kill the enemy to the maximum extent, but they must not
The country's new recruits were completely unable to do this. Under the surprise attack of the Feng Army, the thirty thousand new soldiers were like headless flies, neighing and crying, and became a mess.
Not to mention them, even Xia Qing, the head coach of the Mo army, was panicking at this time, looking left and right, not knowing how to deal with the surrounding enemy troops.
Xia Qing, who was born in the aristocracy, has been appointed as a general, but he has never been on the battlefield or experienced a war. In his imagination, when two armies are fighting, as the general of one side, he only has to strategize from the rear.
Just give him the order. Now, he was suddenly in the vortex of fighting between the two sides. People were rushing around him, and the enemy troops were overwhelming outside. He didn't know what to do, and he didn't know what order to give.
Whoosh - plop!
A stray arrow from nowhere hit his horse's leg. The horse was in pain. It raised its two front hooves high and screamed strangely. Xia Qing, who was in a panic, was thrown off the horse.
This fall finally woke him up. He sat on the ground, blushing and thick-necked, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Fight! Fight! Our soldiers, line up to fight!"
The Mo army also wanted to form a formation, but now they could not. The charging Feng army was like a tiger descending from the mountain, tearing apart the Mo army's outer defense line, rushing into the Mo army camp, and engaging in a close battle between the enemy and ourselves.
Hand-to-hand combat.
This kind of battle without any opportunism and relying solely on personal strength is what Feng Jun likes to fight most. Countless Feng Jun threw off their armor, tore off their upper body uniforms, fought shirtless, and waved their hands to the enemy crazily.
Using the weapon in his hand, he chopped down one enemy after another to the ground, then cut off the opponent's head and tied it in a bun around his waist.
In Mo Jun's eyes, Feng Jun, who had ferocious features, was covered in blood, and had a bloody human head hanging on his waist, was no different from a demon emerging from hell.
There was no need for Feng Jun to rush forward. Just by seeing Feng Jun's appearance from a distance, the soldiers of Mo Jun already felt chills and fear in their hearts. Their calf muscles twisted and they retreated involuntarily.
In this battle, the most excited person was Qi Heng. As a Mo bandit, he felt such excitement for the first time. The blood in his body was boiling. Looking at the wolf-like Feng Army around him, he
I sighed in my heart, this is the real warrior, this is the real master of tiger and wolf, this is the comrade who is truly qualified to fight alongside him.
Feng Jun's fighting spirit and ferocity aroused the bestiality in Qi Heng's body that had been buried for a long time. Facing Mo Jun in front of him, he showed no sympathy for his compatriots. He took up the nine-turn soul-breaking knife in his hand and rushed into the crowd.
Rushing from left to right, killing in large numbers.
Qi Heng's strength is endless, his cultivation is profound, and his combat power is enough to be ranked among the top generals in various countries. He broke into the Mo army's camp and really became Mo Jun's nightmare. Every time the spiritual sword slashed, there was always
There will be several Mo soldiers lying dead on the spot. Every time the spirit sword releases its skills, dozens or hundreds of Mo soldiers will fall into a pool of blood.
He charged all the way down, and wherever he passed, corpses were strewn across the field, and blood flowed into rivers. Before he knew it, he had reached the center of the Mo army camp. When he looked forward, he saw Mo Jun soldiers standing not far away.
Shuai Qi, he threw his head back and laughed loudly, raised his knife to slap the horse, and rushed towards him in a rampage.
Seeing an enemy general coming towards him, Xia Qing, who had just changed his war horse, felt his heart tremble and shouted to the only three generals left around him: "Meet the enemy! Hurry and block the enemy general!"
The three Mo army generals shouted loudly and urged their horses to rush towards Qi Heng. With one against three, Qi Heng did not panic. When the three of them came closer, the spiritual sword in his hand flashed with thousands of rays of light, and the spirit sword flashed out.
The chaos is released.
The three generals exerted all their strength and tried their best to release their spiritual martial arts skills, barely catching Qi Heng's Ling Luan? Ji, but before they could take a breath, Qi Heng had already rushed into the center.
The side general came closer, raised the knife in his hand, and heard a click in his ear. The spiritualized nine-turn soul-cutting knife actually cut the side general with his gun in two.
"ah--"
The two generals on the left and right could see it clearly, and both screamed in surprise. They thrust their spears horizontally at the same time, taking out both sides of the body.
The latter shouted: "Well done!" He leaned back and formed an iron bridge, so that his whole body was almost pressed against the horse's back.
Whoa, whoa!
Two spiritual spears passed over his body. Before the opponent could retract the spiritual spears, Qi Heng used all his arm strength to thrust the spiritual sword upwards and shouted: "Let go!"
Danglanglang!
With a harsh sound of iron collision, his spiritual sword was hitting the two spears. The two generals also obeyed, and the spiritual spears in their hands flew away, spinning into the air. Look at the two generals again.
The palm of his hand, the spiritual armor on his palm was shaken to pieces, and blood dripped down his fingers.
Oops! How come this man is so strong! The expressions of the two generals changed drastically. They had no weapons in their hands. How could they be their opponents? The two men turned their horses to run. Qi Heng sneered, raised his sword and dropped it continuously.
Two heavy chops to the left and right.
Click, click! Two sharp knives.
Two huge human heads rolled to the ground, and two headless corpses were dragged away from the battlefield by frightened horses.
After killing three Mo generals in a row, Qi Heng became even more arrogant. Looking at Xia Qing in front of him who was panic-stricken and was about to rush his horse to escape, he shouted: "Rat, where else do you want to run?"
This loud shout frightened Xia Qing out of his wits. The latter screamed strangely, slipped his feet on the stirrups, rolled over and rolled off the horse.
Qi Heng laughed loudly, stepped forward quickly, crossed his arms, put the knife in front of him, the blade behind, and stabbed the ground fiercely. There was a thud, and the knife directly pierced Xia Qing's chest. Qi Heng
With strong arms, he raised the spiritual sword high and lifted Xia Qing, who was still breathing, high into the air.