"Jiamen Pass?" the official frowned, as if he remembered something, and said in surprise, "The lord means fire attack?"

Jiang Pengji pointed to the corpses piled up under the city, some of them were dead, and some of them could still gasp, but the injuries were too serious, and it was estimated that they were still breathing, she said, "Although there is no dry firewood nearby to assist in burning, these corpses are not easy to extinguish when they burn." ”

After thinking about it, Jiang Pengji only had this guess left.

She didn't know if she guessed right, but it was better to take precautions and have more eyes.

The officer did not dare to delay, and immediately ordered to do it, although the reaction speed was fast enough, but it still couldn't catch up with the changes on the battlefield. Nie Liang did not withdraw his troops immediately, but chose to fight and retreat, slowly trying to maintain order while reducing casualties as much as possible.

The two armies were at war, and the retreat was also exquisite.

If one side is defeated, regardless of turning around and fleeing, it is basically necessary to rest, because if the army is in chaos, the enemy can take advantage of the victory and pursue. Especially when she meets a militant like Jiang Pengji, even if she is a general guarding the pass, she has to lead the troops out of the pass to pursue and beat the water dogs.

How can we reduce casualties and deter the enemy from pursuing?

Naturally, it is necessary to send people to entangle the enemy army, delay time, and fight while driving, so that the formation of Wei Ci's army is not chaotic, so that the losses can be reduced.

Exposing one's back to the enemy without any precautions is tantamount to handing over one's life to the enemy.

Nie Liang naturally wouldn't make such a mistake, and while they were evacuating, the rain of arrows on the city wall had not stopped.

The enemy under the city slowly retreated more than ten feet, but Jiang Pengji didn't dare to take it lightly, and her brows were twisted deeper.

"A small fire attack is not a tribute. ”

Nie Liang looked at the city wall from afar, and although he couldn't see who was standing on it, he was sure that Jiang Pengji was also paying attention to the battle situation on the front line like him.

Of course, he remembered yesterday's humiliation, and today's feint attack to test the depth of the enemy is to find a place for himself.

It's a pity that Jiang Pengji was too cautious and cleaned up the mountains and forests near Zhanjiang Pass early in the morning.

If it weren't for that, the fire might have surrounded the entire Zhanjiang Pass.

Today is a southeast wind, the wind is not too strong, just right for Nie Liang.

Thousands of archers fired their igniting arrows at the corpses of the city, wave after wave, but not a single arrow could reach the battlements of the walls.

Some unknown soldiers couldn't help but laugh, what's the use of rockets shooting at dead people?

Jiang Pengji's face was solemn, because she smelled a familiar pungent smell from the wind, which was easy to ignore if she didn't sniff carefully.

Both sides used rockets in the battle, so that the smoke near the battlefield was thick, and some corpses were unlucky, and the clothes and corpses burned and smelled of burning. Under the cover of this smell, the smell of black oil, fire oil, and sulfur is easily overlooked.

Jiang Pengji stood on the city wall and looked down, glanced around, and after a while, he found that the clothes worn by a group of enemy corpses above were a little strange, and some soldiers had dry firewood wrapped around their waists. And they were bound with sackcloth that had been purified of black oil.

The battle between the two armies was so chaotic that neither the overseers nor the soldiers at the front paid attention to it, and it was easy to ignore it.

"This Nie Liang—"

Jiang Pengji clenched her fists.

On the other side, Sun Wen, who was supervising the battle, also found that the speed of the corpses burning under the city was a little abnormal, and almost a few breaths, the small flames turned into skyrocketing flames and spread rapidly. If it weren't for the fact that the walls of Zhanjiang Pass were piled up with huge stones, I am afraid that the fire would have burned up.

Seeing that Zhanjiang Pass in the distance was surrounded by orange skyrocketing firelight, Nie Liang's depressed mood eased slightly.

"Zishun, send someone to investigate which military general Liu Xi has vigorously promoted after this battle. ”

In the battlefield, several catapults can be destroyed in a very short period of time, and such archery can be regarded as brave wherever it rests, not to mention becoming the main general to lead the troops to kill the enemy, but it will not be nameless. For this meritorious service, it is impossible for Jiang Pengji not to praise it lavishly.

Nie Liang only needs to send someone to pay attention to the promotion and be praised, and he can basically lock the target.

Wei Xi responded in a low voice, he saw that Nie Liang's face was a little better, and his mood was also a lot more relaxed.

"There is one thing that should also be noted, the stone-throwing cart under Liu Xi's tent is obviously superior to ours, and its power is extraordinary. ”

Nie Liang's feint attack this time was not only to find the field, but also to find out the details of the enemy and see what hole cards they had. When the other party showed the catapult, he didn't care, but soon found that the frequency and distance of the catapult on the other side were much higher than his own. If you find out this until the decisive battle, you will inevitably be caught off guard by the enemy, and now you can make up for it.

Wei Xi said, "Liu Xi attaches great importance to the children of the Mo family, and treats the scholars from the Mo family with great respect, and it is not surprising that the power of the stone-throwing cart is huge. The minister was just worried that besides the stone throwing cart, they had other killing tricks hidden and not revealed—"

Nie Liang asked him, "The eyeliner sent out didn't spy on the relevant news?"

"Liu Xi is extremely cautious and strict in his work. No matter who you are, you need to show a token and register your name to enter and exit, and our eyeliner can't detect more. Wei Xi shook his head regretfully, and changed his words, "However, a few years ago, before Liu Xi grew up, the minister left a hand and ordered a few dead soldiers to sneak into Dongqing. They seem to have gained a lot, and are currently secretly rushing back on their way—"

Nie Liang said, "It's better for Zishun to be thoughtful." ”

Wei Xi shook his head and sighed, "No, it's just because of the minister's third brother." ”

"The one named Wei Ci?"

Nie Liang still remembered Wei Ci, after all, there were few men with such a demeanor in the world, and he was an impressive person.

Speaking of which, Wei Ci can also be regarded as half of Nie Liang's life-saving benefactor.

If it weren't for Wei Ci to diagnose his pulse, Nie Liangxing would have found out that he had been manipulated when he was dying.

"The lord chosen by Zixiao, even if he is not obvious on the outside, there is always something outstanding on the inside, and he has to guard against it. ”

If Jiang Pengji knew the news, she might be irritable for a while?

In fact, Jiang Pengji is quite irritable now.

The fire spread extremely fast, even if Qi Guanrang had already sent someone to fetch water, but Nie Liang used black oil and other materials to ignite it, and there were still thousands of corpses burning underneath, and it was impossible to extinguish it by manpower. Even more irritating, the enemy soldier climbed the ladder one last time and secretly punctured the bag containing the black oil, causing it to go down the wall. When the corpses below formed a fire, the flames ignited the black oil on the city wall, and the flames climbed from the bottom to the top, affecting the towers and watchtowers on the city wall. For a while, everyone was quite embarrassed.

Rao is like this, Jiang Pengji can only suppress his anger and order people to transfer the wounded soldiers and stone-throwing carts on the city wall.

Qi Guanrang couldn't hold back any longer, half begging and half forcing Jiang Pengji to leave.