Chapter 9, the victorious general does not return, and the son of the grain department is in danger

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But the moon was victorious.

On the bank of the Yishui River, the Beicheng army won more with less, washed Wuhuan in blood, and fought a very beautiful victory.

The 30,000 main forces of Wuhuan were half lost, although they were all brave and brave, but at the beginning of crossing the river, they were doomed.

No one knew that this formation was a strange formation created by Liu Yu, a military genius in later generations, who broke through the 30,000 elite cavalry of the Northern Wei Dynasty with 2,000 infantry. What's more, there are 8,000 people in Beixincheng.

Qi Han sat firmly in the Chinese army, listening to the good news again and again, and the curvature of the corners of his lips couldn't help but gradually enlarge.

Originally, he was just an outsider, and when he first arrived in the Three Kingdoms, he had no position to participate in any battles at all, but because of Zhao Yun's kindness, he had to try his hand and design to repel the Wuhuan troops of Yuan Shao's coalition army. A man who suddenly tastes the joy of war will always have an inexplicable excitement in his heart.

"How's the South Gate going?"

"Thousands of enemy troops fighting at the south gate have been lured into the city gate by our army, and at this time they have been burned by the fire and crying for their fathers and mothers, and they are cornered!" The soldiers with scorched faces were panting and very excited.

Qi Han nodded and got up, his eyes brightening more and more.

He walked to the tent and looked out at the fire-red sky to the south.

There, in Nancheng, he laid all kinds of traps such as oil drums, fire pits, and fire crossbows. I faintly heard a cacophony of voices like the cries and struggles of those who were caught in the tongue of fire. Qi Han was silent, knowing that the thousands of Wuhuan elite horsemen at the South Gate had been completely defeated.

It is difficult to hide the agitation in his mood, but he cannot help but feel a little uneasy -- although the war is exciting, exciting, and shocking to people's hearts, he still has the slightest unbearable feeling for human life like a mustard.

Turning sideways and looking to the north, in the night breeze, it seemed to blow the heavy bloody breath on the banks of the Yishui River. He couldn't hear the sound of Bing Ge Jin Tie, but he knew that there, 30,000 enemies were dead and wounded at the moment, and the rest were just doing useless struggles.

"How long has General Zhao been there?"

In the red sky in the southeast, it was impossible to see whether the firelight was mixed with the fire of the enemy's grain truck. A white-robed figure floated in Qi Han's mind, and he asked with a frown.

"General Zhao has been there for about seven quarters of an hour!" his subordinates hurriedly replied.

It's been so long? Qi Han's heart sank.

Is it that Zhao Yun did not succeed in finding grain and grass, failed to set fire to it, or ...... What happened?

It stands to reason that this was a quarter of an hour longer than expected, and he should have turned around. But up to now, there has been no news of the 800 soldiers he led...... In the past two days, he has carefully observed Zhao Yun, the other party is cautious, both civil and military, and his courage is also extremely outstanding, and he is a very reliable general. If nothing happened, he should have burned the grain and grass and returned to the camp early.

According to the news of Beicheng, the enemy generals were all attacking the city in Yishui, so he dared to rest assured that he only left 800 people for Zhao Yun and ordered him to attack the grain truck from the tunnel...... Could it be that the other party has left any back-hand secret stakes?

The more Qi Han thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and immediately turned around and put the cloak on his shoulders, and said to his subordinates: "Prepare the horse, go to Nancheng!"

Thousands of enemy troops in the south of the city fell into the fire pit trap, were burned and captured, and almost all the troops were wiped out, and the outside of the city gate was unimpeded, and there was no need to leave from the tunnel, Qi Han led a team of men and horses out of the city, holding a soft whip, whipping □□ Qingsku, and hurried forward.

After running out of the city, Qi Han smelled a faint smell of fireworks. It's much better than the scorching smell of houses collapsing and people turning over on their backs in the southern city, but it's still pungent. He hurriedly beat his horse and galloped, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "It seems that Zhao Yun has at least succeeded." ”

As soon as the granary is gone, it is unrealistic for the Wuhuan army to assemble and attack again in the short term. The battle of Beixincheng is a great success!

However, the fire in front of him was burning, the fighting spirit was intense, and the sound of fighting was even more endless, it seemed that the defenders left by Wuhuan in the grain field were indeed not soft-footed shrimps, and there were many of them, and they complained that Zhao Yun would not return for a long time. Qi Han supported his forehead, although the strategy of attacking grain and grass was successful, but it also made Zhao Yun and the others fall into a bitter battle, until this moment, the enemy army is still resisting!

For the first time, I witnessed the battle of real swords and guns, blood poured on the earth, and under the dark sky, the stars shone on the life and death changes in the world. The rows of fire shadows in front of them seemed to be mixed in the night smoke, the men's bloody shouts of killing, the sonorous and powerful impact of swords and guns, the roaring of horses, and the sound of hooves tumbling, as if injecting an unprecedented excitement into Qi Han's soul.

Qi Han's heart was shocked, and a pride that he had never felt before surged in his heart, and he quickly pulled out the long sword at his waist, neighed at his horse, pointed straight forward with the tip of the sword, and shouted: "Wuhuan is defeated, today, the soldiers are rushing!"

The five hundred sergeants behind him were full of spirit, echoing in unison, and the sound was like thunder! Everyone's eyes were focused on him alone!

In a hurry, he only wore a plain cloth cloak, the black scale armor in front of him flickered in the firelight, but the sleeves were very thin, at this moment the night wind was blowing, the cold was in the bones, and he was more and more slim.

Shuo Qi passed on the golden watch. Ironclad in cold light.

"Ah, it's Qi Sima......"

"Our reinforcements have arrived!"

The soldiers who were fighting in blood were in great spirits, hearing the sound of hooves behind them like drums, and seeing the banner of Qi Han from afar, the already exhausted strength came back from nowhere, and the Wuhuan army that was killed for a while was caught off guard.

Qi Han's heart was full of enthusiasm, and he rushed forward with his own horse, his eyes wandering around, as if he was looking for someone.

Because he had no experience in facing the enemy and was also inferior in equestrianism, he almost tripped over several times. Lifting the reins, he dodged left and right, staggered, and slammed the impact, and felt that the long sword in his right hand was heavy and laborious.

Only after a moment, the night wind blew and there was a fierce cold, and he suddenly realized that he was sweating like pulp, and he was so nervous that his whole body was soaked.

With his ingenious technique, Qi Han gritted his teeth and finally cut down a few brave and powerful Wuhuan people, and his face was also splashed with blood, and he had long since lost his previous chic demeanor. Just as he was about to take a breath and raise his sleeves to wipe his sweat, he heard a "woo" buzz in the air, Qi Han looked back in surprise, but saw that a swarthy cold arrow had reached the back of his head!

At this moment, he only felt that his breathing stopped, his eyes dilated, and his heart lost its beat.

Just when he thought he was going to die, a silver light crossed his black jade-like pupils, as if with the power to tear the sky, and with a "bang", it was actually a volley that smashed the arrow into two sections! The tip of the arrow grazed Qi Han's nose and fell, and a nine-foot bright silver spear was firmly inserted diagonally beside him at this moment, and the tip of the spear was completely submerged in the soil, which showed how powerful that power was!

Qi Han looked at the few wisps of silver tassels that trembled to himself, and the barrel of the gun that still roared softly, and was stunned for a moment.

It turned out that the sound of breaking the air just now was not the sound of cold arrows at all, but the sound of the Yajiao gun firing at a rapid speed and flying to save him.

"It's so dangerous!" Qi Han secretly exclaimed luck in his heart, wiped the sweat on his forehead, raised his eyes and showed a big smile to the person in front of him.

In the chaos of smoke, he vaguely saw the heroic white horse, and the man who was on the horse.

"Zilong!"

Before the cheers could be spoken, Qi Han choked back by himself. But seeing that Zhao Yun threw a silver spear to save him, he was unarmed at the moment, surrounded by danger, and in the shadow of the sword and sword, he was already in danger. Zhao Yun was originally invincible with one enemy, but at this moment, he could only dodge back and forth, and in the narrow encirclement, the wolf bèi evaded the enemy's killing moves.

Qi Han's heart tightened, and even his eyes burned, and he was so anxious that he almost fell off his horse.

Damn, he saved me again!

Now this guy owes two lives

And now that Zhao Yun is in danger because he saved himself, what should I do, what should I do......

The more anxious Qi Han became, the calmer he became, his brows frowned, his eyes glanced at the silver spear beside him, and secretly wondered that his body was not strong enough, and he was not sure that he could throw the silver spear so far, but the tricks of the person against Zhao Yun were very fierce, and it was already a thousand dangers, so he had to try!

As soon as he thought of this, Qi Han bowed down from his horse and pulled out the gun on the ground, and several Wuhuan soldiers behind him rushed up, with swords in their hands, and beckoned to him.

Qi Han's long sword took a few rounds, his arm shook and hurt, he gritted his teeth, and had to quickly dodge the enemy's attack.

In the blink of an eye, it has been left and right, and it is extremely dangerous.

How brave the Wuhuan cavalry was, with a horse rein, two people on the left and one on the right, the scimitar reflected the cold light, and at an angle that could not be avoided, it slashed down at Qi Han's vest!