The white-robed soldiers merged with the surviving soldiers and horses who had surrendered, and shouted threateningly at the fleeing Fan Yang soldiers.
Just shouting.
They did not catch up and kill the rebels with bows, arrows and long knives. Instead, they roared and looked around. When they saw that Fan Yang's soldiers had really run away, they immediately turned their horses and rushed into the stronghold. The soldiers and horses who had fled fell to the ground.
at the back.
"Why are you running! You're going to have to chase me for a while!" The few survivors hurriedly ran in and shouted before they could catch their breath, "If we are discovered, we will all be dead."
A dozen soldiers in white robes jumped off their horses, with nervous expressions and sweat on their faces, and waved their stiff hands: "What are you chasing after? If we are found to be just showing off, we will be dead."
A guard hiding on the tower looked over and said: "They really ran away and never came back."
Hearing this, the people in the fortress breathed a sigh of relief, and two or three more soldiers came out and laughed around the soldiers wearing white robes: "These white robes really work."
A dozen soldiers also looked at the white robes on their bodies happily.
"The White Robes have recaptured our thirteen cities in Huazhou in one row and are invincible. These rebels hid when they saw the White Robes."
"Then we will be safe if we wear white robes."
An older soldier thought carefully: "The white-robed soldiers are feared by the rebels, but they are also hated by the rebels. We can use them occasionally to defend ourselves, but don't use them too much to attract the rebels."
That was true. Everyone nodded, took off their white robes and folded them carefully. They were nervous, happy and excited before they thought of asking what happened.
"How did you meet Fan Yangbing? Weren't they all beaten away?"
"Yes, I haven't seen them these days."
Several survivors had lingering fears: "Yes, it was precisely because there were no more rebels recently that we were ordered to start patrolling. Unexpectedly, we suddenly encountered another group."
The elder fort commander frowned and thought: "This kind of thing should be reported to the White Robes so that they can be vigilant and take precautions, so as to avoid further disasters for our soldiers and people in Huazhou."
They also wanted to avenge their dead comrades. The few survivors thought of their dead comrades, feeling sad and angry: "Let's go to Wangjun to find the white-robed army."
The fort commander said: "We will accompany you."
The gate of the fortress opened again, and a dozen soldiers in white robes galloped eastward. There was no Fan Yang army in the open field, and no one was spying on the hillside.
At this time, the two people who were spying had been following Fan Yangjun, who was escaping.
They walked and stopped, looked back from time to time, and occasionally argued a few words. They seemed to have different opinions on killing the white-robed soldiers and leaving here as soon as possible, but in the end they walked farther and farther and came to a large camp along Surabaya.
This was a large camp, with soldiers and horses patrolling in and out from time to time. The two scouts did not come closer, and carefully hid in the distance, watching the dozen Fan Yang soldiers enter the camp.
"White-robed soldiers?" Sun Zhe was taking off his armor in the tent. He moved his shoulders and looked back at the soldiers standing in the tent, "What white-robed soldiers?"
"They wear white robes, so they are called white robe soldiers." said a Fan Yang soldier.
Sun Zhe laughed: "Do you wear hemp and wear filial piety? Yichengjun will show filial piety to the emperor."
Huazhou is where the Yicheng Army is located.
The general said that soldiers should laugh with him when he was laughing, but this time none of Fan Yang's soldiers laughed.
"There were Yi Chengjun among them, and many Yi Chengjun joined them."
"They came from other places and killed Lord Niu Cui in Wang County."
"Since then, he has stayed in Wang County and led the Yicheng Army to kill our people everywhere."
"All told, thousands of men and horses were lost in their hands."
"We had to withdraw from Huazhou to avoid the danger."
They talked all over the place.
Sun Zhe's face gradually became solemn: "I thought Tian Cheng's statement about taking down Yizhou with all his strength was true. This guy is really treacherous. It turns out that he can't take Huazhou here. You just saw the white-robed army.
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Several Fan Yangjun nodded repeatedly.
Sun Zhe looked at them: "So you were scared away by them?" He glanced at their armors and weapons, stood up suddenly, grabbed the iron whip that he had just removed, and hit several people hard, "Your
Your armor is clean and tidy, your weapons are as white as jade, the Grand Governor gave you gold, silver and iron armor to protect you from your opponents’ swords and guns, and the Grand Governor gave you bows, arrows and swords so that they would be stained with blood and eat flesh!”
Several Fan Yang soldiers were caught off guard and fell to the ground screaming.
"You saw your opponent who didn't even dare to fight and ran away?"
"What's the point of me, Fan Yangjun, raising waste like you?"
Sun Zhe was so powerful that he rolled nails with his iron whip. With only three or two blows, the blood of Fan Yang's soldiers splashed on the ground. The surrounding soldiers folded their arms and looked on with contempt or ridicule.
"Master Sun, Master Sun." A Fan Yangbing struggled desperately, "They didn't come here before, but they appeared here this time. We were afraid that they would affect your Lord's affairs, so we came here to report it. We will report it to Your Lord,
We will fight them to the death."
A general who was watching on the sidelines frowned when he was reminded: "He is right. We have important things to attend to now and it is not convenient for Xiao Xiao to delay us."
Sun Zhe vented his anger with the iron whip and threw it on the ground: "Get out!"
Several Fan Yang soldiers who were beaten bloody did not dare to delay, and rolled or crawled out on the ground despite the pain.
"White robe army!" Sun Zhe sat down and spat, "Who are you pretending to be?"
"No matter what kind of ghost he is, after we complete the important tasks of the Grand Governor, we will let them wear sackcloth and pay filial piety for themselves." A general said with a smile.
"Yes, the war in Yizhou is urgent." Another general nodded, "The Governor is on his way to the capital. We will hold Surabaya to make the rear of Yizhou feel at ease, and let the Governor move forward without worries."
Sun Zhe said: "I know the seriousness, but I can't bear to look at these trash. Reporting? Killing the opponent and carrying their heads is called reporting."
The generals all said, "How can Tian Cheng's soldiers compare with your Majesty's?" They praised and complimented him.
Sun Zhe snorted: "I know they all look down on my background, Sun Zhe, but who am I, Sun Zhe, below them in ability?"
The generals nodded: "As long as the adults guard here, Tian Cheng and the others can successfully capture Yizhou."
The atmosphere in the camp became joyful.
Dusk gradually enveloped the camp, and smoke rose from the camp. The two scouts, who seemed to be integrated with the earth, stood up and silently walked around Fan Yangjun's outposts and hidden posts, avoiding Fan Yangjun's constantly speeding inspection scouts.
When the darkness of night spread over the earth, he galloped until he saw dots of fire in front of him.
This is also a camp, but it is much smaller and simpler than Fan Yangjun's. There are no tents and only open air meals.
Li Minglou, who was sitting far away from the bonfire, was hidden in the night, her figure flickering in and out. Zhongwu and several generals gathered around her, listening to the scouts describe the scene ahead, and heard that Fan Yangjun had defended Surabaya for about 10 years.
Of the tens of thousands, a few people were somewhat silent.
"Either kill them, or take a detour," Zhongwu said, "or wait for our subsequent troops to catch up."
His response was still silence.
There are only more than 2,000 of them. If they fight with 2,000 against tens of thousands, even if they can kill them, they will only be a handful. What's the use against Yizhou's army?
Detours and waiting both take time, and there is no time now. Waiting until King Zhao is dead and Yizhou is destroyed before killing him will be useless.
Li Minglou thought that maybe she had done something wrong and should not have come to try to save King Zhao. Things were not that easy to do.
But if I think that even if I don’t do anything wrong or do nothing, I will still die, I’d better choose the former.
In a trance, I heard the scout say: "There are white-robed troops in Huazhou, and Fan Yang's army seems to be very afraid of them."
White-robed Army? Li Minglou came to his senses and listened to the scout describe the scene he saw at that time.
The people in Zhongwu were a little surprised: "This is the Yicheng Army, what is the White Robe Army?"
Li Minglou also had doubts on his face behind his mask.
Fan Yang's army was not really invincible at that time. In the later period, there were many soldiers and horses that could compete with Fan Yang's army, such as the Qing navy under Qishan's command occupying the southeast, the Tianbao army in Shannan, Wu Ya'er's Zhenwu army and Jiannan Dao.
.
But I have never heard of the White Robes.
And in Huazhou, a place surrounded by Ankang Mountain rebels, how could such troops exist?
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The night gradually faded away, and the morning fog was like a beauty's veil being lifted. A dozen white-robed soldiers and horses stood out on the road. Their expressions did not look tired, but they were a little frightened. They always looked around unconsciously.
It seemed like he was about to jump up at any moment.
"There are people ahead!" shouted a soldier running at the front.
These words made more than a dozen people almost fall off their horses, and they asked in fear.
"where?"
"How many?"
"Who?"
They reined in their horses and looked forward, seeing a group of soldiers and horses appearing in the sunlight ahead.
Like these dozen people, they were all wearing white robes, but whether it was their upright posture or the neat hooves of their horses, the hundreds of people marching with the power of thousands made the whole ground shake.
The dozen or so people who had reined in the horse immediately urged it on. They no longer cowered and wanted to hide on the horse's back. They raised their hands and shouted.
"White Robes!"
"White Robes!"
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The dew on the grass shivered under the sun, and the vibration of the horse's hooves made it fall like rain. Someone jumped off the horse, stretched out his hand to catch the dew, patiently waited for it to condense in the palm of his hand, and then picked it up and sprinkled it on his face.
"Lord Xiang." A soldier next to him immediately handed over a white silk handkerchief.
Xiang Nan reached out and took the cover, wiped it gently on his face and raised his head, his young face shining like dew in the sun.
"Why don't I recognize you?" He looked at the two soldiers in white robes in front of him.
The two soldiers in white robes looked at this face and blurted out: "We admire the white robes and want to wear white robes with you."