"Wangjun is nice, with beautiful mountains and clear waters."
Beside the river of Camel Bell, a general, surrounded by a group of soldiers, looked at him from a distance and said, his face was energetic, but his eyes were still tired.
There was a lot of noise on the riverbank behind and in front of the willow forest. Horses were sneezing, soldiers were pacing on the ground, their armor and weapons were clashing, and they were joking with each other.
"There are seven thousand soldiers and horses in Wangjun." A scout introduced to the general, "The governor of the county, Gaoyang, is kind, and the commander Huang Jiang is cautious."
The general smiled: "Kindness and prudence are both good qualities. We have come so far, so we can have a big meal."
The soldiers around him also laughed.
"First attack the city and make a fuss to keep their energy and blood active."
"If we continue to besiege the city without attacking it, we will make them skin tight and fleshy."
"This is called slow-cooking, and it tastes delicious."
"Do you need to send some people to go around and say hello to them first?"
"They knew we were coming without saying hello."
They discussed it easily and then asked for instructions.
"Let's set up camp and rest first to replenish our spirits."
There is a difference between prudence and prudence. The caution of Commander Wangjun is cowardice, while his prudence is vigilance. The general looked around: "Have you checked all the troops and horses in Wangjun? How many are stationed outside the city?"
A soldier laughed and said: "There is nothing to fear from the skirmishers outside the city. They are guarding the small fort and will not easily come out to assist even if they receive orders. Not to mention that when there is no order, they will huddle up and pretend not to know that we are coming.
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The scout agreed with him.
Most of the people I met along the way were like this. The general nodded and raised his hand to indicate setting up camp. The noise behind him became even louder. The soldiers began to remove their armor, and the tired horses were also relieved of their burdens.
The general raised his arms and moved, and the soldiers around him began to remove his armor. The scout suddenly thought of something.
"However," he said, "many brothers who were exploring the road were killed in the previous period. Some survivors said they encountered a group of skirmishers. They were dressed strangely..."
"What kind of strange dress?" the general asked, turning around and suddenly stopping talking.
His bloodshot eyes suddenly narrowed, and a white figure appeared in his sight. Among them was a tall figure who seemed to appear suddenly from the ground. He was wearing a white robe and holding a crossbow.
There was a pop.
The scout standing in front of him speaking widened his eyes and spat out blood. The rest of his words turned into hiccups, and he fell to his knees, then fell headlong.
"Sir, be careful!"
"There is an enemy attack!"
The soldiers immediately surrounded the general and retreated. The soldiers who had just taken off their armor hurriedly put it on, or picked up their weapons without caring about putting them on. The horses eating fodder were neighing and being pulled...
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A swishing rain of arrows rushed from the front, screams rang out in the noisy camp, and the unprepared soldiers fell to pieces.
The blood and arrows made the camp here roar again, and the armor was raised temporarily as they were caught off guard. The attack of the arrow rain ended at this time, but the fighting had just begun.
After the rain of arrows, soldiers wearing white robes and light armor rushed over shouting and holding up shields and weapons.
The general retreated into the forest under cover. He could clearly see the leader, a young white-robed general, moving a spear forward and backward. In the blink of an eye, two soldiers were pierced through the throat and fell to the ground.
The general recognized that this was the one who shot the scout first with an arrow. He also understood what the scout meant. The soldiers of Daxia did not have white uniforms. These people were obviously Daxia officers and soldiers, but they wore white robes.
This is not a banquet in a garden, nor is it admiring flowers and scenery. On a bright spring day, after being struck with a knife and a gun, the conspicuous white robe is splattered with blood, which is very dazzling and strange.
The white robe rolled with swords and guns, and jumped into Fan Yang's army, which was gradually awakening and boiling.
Fan Yang's army, which had never been attacked before, roared angrily. A strong military man from Fan Yang, who was not even wearing armor, smashed the hammer in his hand at the white-robed soldier who was rushing towards him. The thin soldier was immediately smashed.
Half a head.
The fierce counterattack turned into an attack. The heavy hammer and long knife made a terrifying sound on the body. Every time it fell, there was a scream, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. The quiet river water was splashed by the fallen human body, and the water splashed on the body.
Bright red in sunlight.
The soldiers in white robes looked like minced meat among more than 2,000 soldiers and horses.
A trace of pride flashed in the eyes of the general who stood back and watched, but at the next moment he was filled with surprise and suspicion.
Such a fierce fight would have caused the Daxia soldiers and horses who had been watching in the past to flee immediately, but at this moment, the white-robed soldiers who were among them seemed unable to see it.
Not only can't I see it, I can't feel the physical pain.
A Fan Yang soldier with a long sword roared and cut off the spear of the white-robed soldier. The sword fell on the white-robed soldier's neck and blood gushed out. However, the white-robed soldier reached out and grabbed the long knife, and blood gushed out from his crooked neck.
, screamed in pain and couldn't make a sound, just stared at Fan Yangbing fiercely with one eye.
Fan Yangbing tried hard to withdraw his sword, but the half-dead white-robed soldier never let go. In this gap, three white-robed soldiers beside him picked up Fan Yangbing with their spears.
The majestic Fan Yangbing fluttered like a fish on the spear a few times, and was thrown down, hitting two Fan Yangbing. This ferocity made the crowd surrounding the white-robed soldiers move away.
This kind of battle is not about one or two people, but anyone. The general could see with his naked eyes that the lineup was being torn apart. He cursed and held his long knife. At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from the woods behind him.
He turned around in surprise, seeing clouds of white robes in the dark green forest...
"Sir, they still have reinforcements!" the soldiers exclaimed.
The branches and leaves in the forest were obscured by the dust and smoke stirred up by the horses' hooves, and I don't know how much of my white robe was there.
"Let's retreat," the soldiers shouted.
As soon as the word "retreat" was spoken, Fan Yang's soldiers who were nearby were immediately discouraged and were immediately killed again.
The general's expression changed: "We can't retreat! They don't have that many people! This is an illusion!"
He waved the long knife in his hand and was about to jump into the formation, but a white figure flew past the torn hole in the formation.
With a choking sound, the spear and the long knife collided together. The general took a step back. The long spear supported the leaping white robe and fell to the ground. The young and handsome face broke into the general's sight.
Previously, I only saw his handsome figure, but now I can see his face clearly. There is nothing weird about this face and the white robe, and I don't think it is strange. Such a young man should wear such clothes...
A strange thought occurred to the general, and then he narrowed his eyes and shouted: "Who are you!"
"Someone, Xiang Nan." Xiang Nan said, turning his waist, a spear came like a snake.
Who hasn't heard of Xiang Nan? The general stopped asking and brandished his sword to fight. The weapons collided and fire flew everywhere.
The weapons struck with clang, spears and knives fighting for four or five times. The figures of the two people met and separated, and the spears were bounced away. Xiang Nan's figure immediately retreated with the spears, followed closely by the general's swords, roaring and slashing.
It struck down and narrowly missed the top of Xiang Nan's hair.
The black-banded wooden hairpin that bound her hair broke, and her long hair flew around.
The officer held the officer's sword in mid-air and waited for a horizontal slash to cut the young man in half. But just as the corner of his mouth curled up into a sinister smile, a cold light flashed in the flying long hair, and the spear came to his eyes.
What? The general's eyes suddenly widened... With a pop, the spear penetrated his throat.
The general's sword instantly fell to the ground with no strength. The support of the spear that penetrated his throat made him lean forward, and his eyes dropped. The young man in white robe in front knelt on one knee, without looking back or turning, and only held his hands to grab back.
The flying long hair fell down like a waterfall on the young man's back. The general's eyes also dropped and closed, and his head did not move at all.
The soldiers who followed let out howls of fright and fury, and when they were about to pounce, the soldiers and horses in the forest behind them were already approaching. The raised hoofs of the horses trampled them over, and the condescending long swords cut off their heads.
Xiang Nan took back his spear, stood up, turned around, and looked in front of him. He was now a white-robed soldier strangulating Fan Yangbing.
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The river water returned to calm, and the water passed over the corpses in it, happily washing away the blood stains, but it could not wash away the flies, and the smell of blood was nauseating.
The county guard Wang Gaoyang did not vomit. He had seen this scene for several months after the war, but at this moment, his face was still full of shock, because he had only seen his own people being killed before, and he had never seen so many casualties.
Rebels.
He raised his head and looked at the white-robed young man by the river who was concentrating on washing his spear with the river water.
"You, who are you?" he asked.
Xiang Nan turned around and said, "Taiyuan Mansion, Xiang Nan."
Huang Jiang, the leader who was looking at the killed General Fan Yang at his feet, raised his head when he heard this and wanted to add something, but he saw the bloodstains on the young man in white robes and the corpses on the ground...
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The question is who did this, who bravely killed the enemy, and who is he?
Huang Jiang moved his lips and nodded: "Yes, sir, I told you that his name is Xiang Nan."