979:Battle of Northern Xinjiang (16)

1. "At this time...... Liu Xi, she's crazy?"

Realizing the origin of the war drums, the Acting King abruptly rose from his throne with a hideous and fierce expression, like an enraged trapped beast.

"Acting King, this is a good opportunity!"

Harencha was also stunned, he didn't expect Jiang Pengji to be so bold, and after a big victory, he didn't recuperate, but took the initiative to attack.

However, he was calmer than the king, and quickly thought of the key.

If you can repel Jiang Pengji head-on and inflict a heavy blow on the other party, you will definitely be able to restore the declining morale.

Thinking of Harencha's words, the acting king clenched his back molars, and his cheeks tightened.

"There are 500,000 lonely soldiers, she wants to fight alone, so that this willow thief will not return!"

Seeing the bloodthirsty smile of the acting king, Haruncha secretly sighed in his heart-

I hope all the best!

Harenca was also a little remorseful at this time, why did he have to compete with the vultures?

He was able to successfully overpower the limelight, most of which was due to Sun Wen's careful planning.

Now that there is no Sun Wen to plan for him, Haruncha can only rely on himself to stabilize his existing position as a minister, which can be described as difficult.

Flags fluttered, drums thundered, and the sound of trumpets resounded in the sky drifted along the breeze to the opposite shore.

The acting king took a luxurious chariot and personally pressed the soldiers of the northern frontier.

Not long ago, he was reprimanded for closing the small black house, temporarily taking over the military power, and the person who replaced him was the deputy general of the Ulibal.

On the east bank of the water, Jiang Pengji's army was solemn and uniform.

The soldiers were imposing, their eyes were golden, and they were like straight and high-spirited spears, and they were sharp.

Who would have thought that this high-spirited army had been fighting all night?

Regardless of the combat power, just looking at this spirit and uniform formation, you can know that this army is a rare elite hero in the world.

The drums of war rumbled, shaking the surface of the Lishui River, and the air was filled with a condensed and undispersed aura of slaughter.

The acting king sat on the chariot, breathing rapidly as he looked at the dense figures on the other side of the river, and his hands involuntarily clenched the handrails.

I used to laugh at the Han idiom, the word "grass and trees are soldiers" is too ridiculous, how can people and plants be confused?

Now that he has experienced it himself, he can't tell whether the figures on the other side of the river are people or plants!

With only 30,000 pioneer battalions, why is it so powerful?

The east bank of the water.

Jiang Pengji was wearing a clean armor, her face was clean, her eyes were clear, but the bloody aura lingering around her body had not dissipated.

She said to the soldiers beating the drums, "Go down and give it to me." ”

The soldiers did not dare to disobey and respectfully handed over a pair of drumsticks.

Jiang Pengji took the pair of drumsticks and stood in the position of the drummer.

She flipped the weight of the drumsticks, listened to the sound of other war drums, raised her arms, and stepped to the rhythm of the war drums.

Knock –

A high-pitched, thunderous drum sounded, which was in rhythm with the other war drums but louder and louder.

Knock Knock –

The drum beat changed from low and slow to high-pitched and rapid, like a rain shower, which made the adrenaline rush rush.

Jiang Pengji personally went into battle to beat the drums for the soldiers, and the already high morale suddenly rose a lot.

Listening to the rumbling drums, the emotions of the audience in the live broadcast room were raised, and they trembled, as if an electric current had entered the body and placed in numbness.

Not to mention the soldiers at the scene, one by one they were so excited that they seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood.

"Crossing the river—"

More than 1,000 soldiers boarded rafts and boats and headed for the opposite shore.

Not only are the northern Xinjiang soldiers on the other side stupid, but the audience in the live broadcast room is also stupid.

[Portus's Maimi]: Don't make trouble, you will suffer a lot if you forcibly cross the river like this! Once you enter the enemy's range, you will be able to move the target alive. The morale is high, and you can't have a hot brain, and you can directly use the head to cross the river, which is looking for death and sending the head!

On the other hand, the soldiers of the northern frontier were already lined up on the bank of the river, steadily pulling their bowstrings, and as long as these soldiers crossed the river, they would shoot arrows indiscriminately.

[Smuggling Non-Chief]: Don't worry, even if the anchor is a white lotus, Sun Wen and Feng Zhen under her are also bean paste buns, black-hearted.

[Old Driver Lianmeng]: Haha, in this scene, I suddenly remembered that Zhuge Daqi captured Meng and crossed the Lushui......

As soon as the barrage was issued, the soldiers who took the lead in crossing the shore had already crossed the center of the Lishui River.

The northern army on the west bank of the river couldn't wait to shoot a wave of indiscriminate fire, and it was not surprising that all these arrows fell into the water.

More than 1,000 soldiers did not change their faces, and continued to cross the river, getting closer and closer to the range of the firing range-

It's closer, it's closer—

In the second wave of indiscriminate shooting in the northern frontier, the enemy troops who should have entered the range turned their heads and rowed their boats, leaving them with a ruthless back.

Wipe!

Jiang Pengji smiled, and the war drum in her hand beat louder and higher-pitched.

Toyojin arranged for the second group of soldiers to board the raft and boat, and his eyes flashed with a bad taste.

Most of the boats crossing the river were captured from northern Xinjiang, and a small number were made by cutting timber themselves.

"Which one did Liu Xi play?"

The acting king was watching the play with great interest, expecting a salvo of arrows to shoot the enemy troops crossing the river into a hornet's nest.

Where do you know that people flirt with a wave, pat their butts and leave.

The acting king was so angry that his eyes straightened.

The first and second groups of soldiers met on the river, two groups of about three thousand, and they rowed slowly towards the west bank, and when they were about to enter the firing range, there was another wave of arrows on the other side, and the soldiers continued to pat their butts, and turned their heads to retreat—

Paralyzed, flirting once is not enough and molesting a second time?

The acting king was furious, slapped the armrest of the car fiercely, and cursed angrily.

How can you describe this feeling?

It's like a man and a woman going to a hotel to open a room, ready to applaud love, and finally have a feeling, but one of them wants to lift his pants and leave!

It's just once, but the second, third, and fourth times -

Northern Xinjiang is the pitiful little one who was molested, and the already low morale is becoming more and more depressed.

The acting king was so angry that he simply ordered the soldiers to board the ship.

If the mountain is not me, I will be the mountain, and see if Lao Tzu does not kill this group of turtle grandsons!

However, before this order could be given, it was blocked by Harencha.

"You can't act as a king—"

"What's not to do?" said the Acting King was so angry that he almost exploded on the spot.

Haruncha said, "If you look carefully, you can see that they can also be in a dense formation on the water without being chaotic, and they are clearly well-trained sailors! Once they are in the water, our army will only be at an even more severe disadvantage." Please think twice on behalf of the king, don't act rashly!"

Although the soldiers in northern Xinjiang can swim in the water, they are cavalry galloping on land, not sailors, and they are even more laymen in water fights.

When the king heard this, his face turned green.

Sun Wen was quite surprised when he saw the performance of the soldiers.

Although the surface of the river is not spacious, and it is far from the ordinary rivers and seas, these soldiers can do this level on the water surface, which is already comparable to that of ordinary sailors. I wonder who is the commander of the sailors who trained them, and who has the ability to turn decay into magic?

Sun Wen asked casually, and Jiang Rongqin said, "Qi Kuang." ”

"Qi Kuang?"

Sun Wen thought about it, but he really didn't expect who the other party was.