Chapter 77: Han and Wei dynasties (9)

The mist of dawn softly enveloped the four fields, as if even the violent roar of the river was far away. The Wei army sentry, who had been squatting on the high tower for three consecutive hours, was already cold and tired at this time. He kept walking in place with the horn in his arms. Although this would disturb his hearing and make it difficult for him to concentrate on responding to the enemy, if this was not the case, he would definitely suffer from typhoid fever due to the cold. In that case, he might never be able to return to his hometown. Even so, he had already sneezed many times.

"Damn it, it's so cold, why don't you send out winter clothes quickly. Usually soldiers sleep in the tent, but we sentries stand on this broken shelf, but how can we stand it?" When he thought of this, he remembered the soldiers in the tent wearing brand new red autumn clothes. The clothes of those people were so majestic. When would it be better for him to have the same treatment as them? However, people cannot compare with others. How can foreign troops like him compare to the new fifth battalion, the most elite in the central army? However, although it is a bit miserable, it is much stronger than the thief troops in the West Bank. I heard that they are too poor and the country cannot afford military uniforms, so they actually have to send clothes at home. After wearing them, they look like a group of beggars.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, I'm going to change my guards soon. If it weren't for the cold weather, I would get sick once I fell asleep. He really wanted to sleep on this shaking tower. At this moment, he suddenly saw a black shadow flashing in the distance. He was startled and rubbed his eyes and looked carefully. When did the thick fog float past, he clearly saw a few people in variegated clothes standing in front of him. When did these people come to his eyes?

He was shocked and picked up the horn before he was about to blow it. A row of arrows flew over with a sharp sound of breaking through the air. Sharp clusters of arrows passed through him, and bright red blood sprayed in the air.

After the sentry was dealt with, in recent years, the Han soldiers waved their hands, and dozens of Han army vanguards followed behind them. They quietly dispersed and rushed forward into fans. They were all strong in shape, wearing soft-soled shoes, and quietly approached the gate. There was a while before dawn, when people slept the most and were darkest. With the mist and darkness, they cleared the thorns and the antlers all the way, marked the traps they found, and cleaned the Weaver Girl Flying Shuttle and the Horse Resistance. At this time, someone suddenly shouted: "Someone is robbing the camp!" It was a dark whistle hidden in the dark. He was sleeping behind the earth slope sheltering in the wind. This sound ruined his life. In the darkness, a ring-headed knife cut off his head.

The shrill screams broke the silence of the night. There were shadows in the Wei camp, some people broke out of the tent in disarray, some were screaming, and the war horses began to neigh. People were busy.

The Han army vanguards were not impatient, and dozens of eyes flashed with calm light in the darkness. That was only the soldiers who had been killed for a long time, and they dared to face the light of death. They knew that the panicked enemy could not quickly organize a counterattack, and this short time would be enough to make them achieve greater merits without losing their lives. They drew out the arrows in an orderly manner, and this time they were arrows stained with tinder oil, and they shouted in a low voice, and they shot them out in one go.

"Pu" Tian Luo, who was equipped with an arrow outside the gate and the flying thorns that defended the enemy, were lit, and the fire illuminated the night sky.

"Take the water away--" Wei Jun shouted.

"Don't be confused!" A general of Wei stood up and shouted.

"Push--" The camp beside General Wei was lit. General Wei was shot into his chest by a rocket, and the burning torch turned him into a twisting torch. The effect of ignition of a single rocket was not obvious. The attachments on the arrow were burned out, and it was generally difficult to ignite wood and tents unless it was a lucky shot of forage and other flammable objects. However, when dozens of arrows were shot accurately in one place at the same time, it could definitely ignite cowhide that was not easy to catch fire.

"Put the fire!"

"Don't be in trouble, prepare to face the enemy!"

The enemy began to rectify his troops, and various troops heard the sound of orders. It can be seen that the enemy was also a team that was trained quickly. However—

"Push--" The horse shed was lit, and the war horses neighed, and the burned war horses broke away from the bridle, kicked away the crossbar that blocked the horse, and ran around. The Wei army, which had just begun to rectify, became chaotic again by the fire and the crazy horses.

At the same time, the Han army brigade rushed up. Amid the sound of war drums, Wei Yan took the sword and rushed through the road cleared by the vanguard and rushed into the enemy camp. The chaotic enemy troops were split like a destruction by the Han army that broke into the incoming.

An enemy general jumped out, and he was naked in the cold, showing his developed chest muscles. He did not show his strength, but he just didn't have time to put on the battle robe. He shouted loudly, "Who is coming?"

Wei Yan did not answer, raised his knife and slashed it, and it was slammed. Wei Yan felt a strong wind that almost drained the air in front of him. The big knife was hit hard by something, like an electric shock. Wei Yan rushed forward, and the knife in his hand was slashed along the gun rod with his senses, as if he had chopped something up, but it must not be a human head. Because he heard the angry shout after being injured.

But Wei Yan did not stop and rushed forward. He was a pity for the general. If he really fought one by one in front of the two armies, perhaps he might not be able to defeat him. But tonight, the general is dead - no one can stop the surging tide.

Wei Yan did not stop, moved forward, forward, and forward again. According to Kong Ming's military management requirements, if the enemy was not completely split into two halves when stealing the camp, it would not be considered successful. The pursuit of temporary results would make the enemy gather calmly, and the battle would be difficult to fight.

Behind Wei Yan, the Han army did not snatch the spoils, nor were they entangled in individual fights. They followed the commander and shouted loudly: "Kill! Kill! Kill!" The sound of mountains and thunders all the way forward, unstoppable, shattering everything that was blocking in front.

Wei Yan was covered in blood. He couldn't remember how many people he killed. He only knew that his eyes suddenly became empty and had already rushed out of the enemy camp. The enemy's remaining troops were fleeing south in panic, and cries were heard. There must be the prince consor who led the army. You can escape first, I'm about to use your remaining troops to break through the Cao army camp.

Wei Yan sneered and shouted to the deputy general behind him: "Yuan Feng! You will chase the military cavalry behind you and you will not be allowed to rest. Our army will rectify for a moment and then follow us."

"Yes!" The general named Yuan Feng led his army and rushed out. The Wu Cavalry was a cavalry second only to the Western Liang Iron Cavalry and the Tiger Cavalry in the Han army. It is famous for its offensive like fire. With its pursuit, the enemy will never have a chance to breathe.

Wei Yan turned around, looked at Cao's camp, which was still in chaos, and shouted loudly: "My boys! Are you tired?"

“Not tired!”

"Okay, let me break into the enemy camp again!"

At Chen, Cao's camp was completely occupied by the Han army. This battle was extremely beautiful. Ten thousand Han troops attacked 10,000 elite Cao's army. With less than 1,000 injuries, they almost defeated half of the enemy and captured half. Moreover, the defeated Zhonglei Army, one of the most elite new fifth battalions of Cao's army. Looking at the soldiers and generals wearing strange armor, Wei Yan laughed. The new clothes did not bring them stronger fighting spirit and courage, nor did they bring them a good leader. Therefore, they were destined to have the good luck as the Cao army as before.

Wei Yan also found the corpse of the general who started fighting him - he had been stepped into flesh mud by the torrent of Mercedes-Benz. In the battle formation, no matter how powerful his ability was, he could not resist the impact of thousands of troops. Wei Yan took a knife from his subordinates, and the word "Xiao" was cast on the knife.

This should be the sons and nephews of Hu Hou Xu Qian and Xu Zhongkang. Unfortunately, he died here and did not even have a name left.

While Wei Yan sent someone to inform Feng Xi, he used a ship to load baggage and prisoners of war, and ordered the entire army to scramble for the troops and spend half an hour to eat and rest. After the camp was handed over to Feng Xi, the wounded were left behind. The rest immediately went south and followed Xiahou Mao's shadow and attacked Fengling Ferry.

There is nothing more joyful than pursuing the defeated army. Those who have already lost their courage will be frightened whenever they see the shadows behind them and hear the messy horse hooves. Cao Jun, who has climbed up from the quilt and had no breakfast, can escape Wei Yan's palm. He can even divide the people into several batches and take turns to attack. The rest can only maintain a certain speed and rest while marching.

In the evening, the remnants of the enemy came to Fenglingdu. They were chased by the Han army for a whole day. The exhausted Cao army saw the camp as if they were seeing relatives. At this time, they suddenly heard the Han army behind shouting together, and were so scared that they rushed straight into the camp. The defending general shouted loudly: "Where is the team ahead? You must not break into the camp!"

A young man guarding the army stood up and said, "I am now a horse, so Xiahou Mao, the son of General Xiahou Dun, quickly open the camp gate!" After that, he rushed over to attack the horse.

The guard general was surprised and hesitated for a moment and the camp was in chaos. The soldiers and generals at the camp did not dare to stop Xiahou Mao. In the blink of an eye, Xiahou Mao's troops had already crashed into the camp, and the establishment was dispersed. The defeated soldiers' crying and helpless shouting mixed together, crowding and trampling on each other. Some of the defeated soldiers who were eager to escape actually danced their swords towards the robes in front of them.

The Han army followed Xiahou Mao and broke into the camp. Fenglingdu was in chaos. Cao's army was rushed by the defeated army. When they saw the Han army coming like the wind, they wanted to organize a counterattack, but they were powerless. In the chaos army, Wei Yan led his people to attack the guard general. The guard general looked around. His guard had no idea where the crowd had been swept, so he did not dare to meet the enemy, so he turned around and left. Wei Yan quickly rushed behind and cut off the head with a knife.

In the blink of an eye, blood flowed into a river. The Wei army fled along the ferry bridge to the south bank, densely packed like ants climbing up a grain rod. The ferry bridge was creaking in pain and suddenly collapsed, and countless people fell into the water. The Cao army, who was killed, actually jumped into the water regardless of the coldness of the river and the rapid flow of the water, but was swept away by the water in a blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!