The Western Qi army never thought that this bone in northern Liaobei would be so difficult to gnaw. What about the loss of the good talisman that www.biquge.info said in the pen "Fun" Pavilion?

The army of 700,000 was consumed after four months of war, and there were no more than 500,000 left.

The Great War April, exhausted. After retreating overnight, I thought I could recuperate and recuperate, but I don't know where I committed the evil, and soon after resting, Hai Zheng heard the sound of drumming. The whole army gathered to prepare to defend against the enemy, and the interest that was finally brought up was picked up, and then the flag died down, and there was nothing to do.

A group of fierce anger added to the fire. Endure.

Who made them have no strength to chase after them now?

When he was about to rest, he slept for less than half an hour, when he heard the drums beat loudly, shouting that an enemy was coming. At this time, I couldn't even lift my strength, and I relied on the knife that I picked up angrily. As a result, the ghost leaders of Nanshang showed their swords for less than a moment, and then turned around and ran.

It's not chasing at this time, and it's not chasing it. In the end, taking into account the rest and recuperation of the army, there was no rash action.

Okay, let's rest again. fell asleep, and in less than an hour, he began to play the trumpet again, and he stayed on the bed board for a while, and he was startled when he heard the shouting of the Nanshang. So they slept for less than an hour, and the body that couldn't even support the monstrous anger fixed two huge black circles, and dragged the halberd out again.

After purging the ranks, the Western Qi army, which was exhausted and tired, prepared to open the city to meet the enemy.

And then it was reasonable and expected, the group of ghost leaders of Nanshang turned around and ran away like dogs!

It's really impossible to fight a good war at this point. can't fight, even falling asleep is angry. Can this be asleep? Being played with by the enemy like this, there is a ghost jumping when you can fall asleep.

But what else can you do but sleep? Holding back a breath of fire, tossing and turning, I finally fell asleep, and between half waking and half dreaming, I heard the sound of drums and horns rushing to the sky.

At the beginning of Yin, General Liuguang, the commander of the Southern Shang, personally led a large army and attacked the Western Qi army stationed in the city of northern Liao.

The soldiers of Xiqi lay on the bedboards, listening to the noise outside. They couldn't even think about it now. Collapsed on the bed, they couldn't sleep as the horn drum broke their eardrums. Drooping his eyelids, he breathed in the foul air of the tent wearily.

Anyway, it's a wasted job. Even if it's not for nothing, it's not energy, and the whole person is like a salted fish from my hometown.

When Zhuo Yijia approached the city with a large army, the four thousand death squads that Hong Shan had already commanded had already lurked in through the tunnels under the city gates.

Yin Zheng, the southern merchant army outside is approaching the city, and before the big battle has begun, the fire in the city suddenly broke out, and the fire is burning along with today's southeast wind! The heat soon swept through the city.

This time is not like the first fire attack, the last fire attack burned only the rear residence, this time it burned the entire Liaobei City.

The first time it was just a small fight, this time it's really going to burn the city!

General Yelu couldn't figure it out, how dare the generals of Nanshang burn down the entire city. This is their own military city.

The 500,000 Western Qi army no longer dared to stay in the quilt longer, and got up to meet the enemy. Seeing the monstrous fires again, the army that had not yet had time to be purged suddenly became a pot of porridge.

Behind the South City Gate is the hinterland of Nanshang, which leads directly to Xudao. Coupled with the heavy losses suffered at the southern city gate during the first fire attack, the Western Qi army, which was in a hurry to escape at that time, fled to the east, west, and north.

Coincidentally, the troops arranged by Zhuo Yijia were actually guarded outside the southern city, and they were all concentrated in the east, west, and north gates. Among them, the west and north gates are the most important, and Jiang Duwei and Zhuo Yijia each led 100,000 troops to guard the rabbit.

Deputy General Zhang guarded the east gate and led 50,000 troops.

Due to the heavy guards outside the gates of the west and north cities, they saw one killing one by one, and one by one killing one by one, and most of the enemy soldiers who fled in a hurry died without even holding it firmly.

After several killings, the army of Western Qi fled mainly at the east gate. An army of hundreds of thousands, against the 50,000 of Deputy General Zhang, even if he is extremely tired, he can win with his eyes closed.

When the 500,000 troops of the Western Qi withdrew from the east gate, the losses of the west and north gates were distributed, and the remaining soldiers were only more than 400,000.

By the time the soldiers in the city had retreated, it was already dawn.

The early morning wind brought the unique chill of the north, and Vice General Chen, who had been waiting for a long time, sealed the west and north gates, and led 50,000 troops to garrison the city in northern Liaobei to clean up the city.

The 50,000 sergeants in Dongcheng naturally couldn't resist the 400,000 army on the opposite side.

If they waited for them to occupy the East City Gate and then take a rest, a rifle would catch the Nanshang army off guard.

Jiang Duwei led 100,000 troops to the East City Gate to support Adjutant General Zhang. The army of Western Qi finally picked up the lost strength and combat effectiveness. 400,000 people versus a little more than 100,000 people, it's a no-brainer.

Just when the Xiqi army thought that it was about to win, and the morale was getting higher and higher, suddenly in the early morning east wind, a trace of the sound of the piano was heard.

The sound of the piano was interrupted, and the east wind came. Like a piano and a drum, mixed with the sound of strings.

The sound, slow and low, came from nowhere, and with each flick, it was like a wooden stick hitting the chest, and gradually, the sound became heavier and heavier, like a hammer hitting the heart.

After a while, the sound of the piano was like a sharp blade, and it began to cut their hearts.

Deputy General Zhang and Captain Jiang Du, with more than 100,000 sergeants, brought the plugs that had been prepared long ago, stuffed them in their ears, stood outside the East City Gate, watching the 400,000 troops on the opposite side slowly bow down, and began to tear with a painful face, and their faces began to distort.

Zhuo Yijia sat on the city gate, with the bloody clothes of the generals fighting, with the Fuxi qin in front of him, his eyes closed, and his ten fingers flew on the strings. The sound of the piano condensed into a sword in the air, like a bamboo.

This is the piano song she has practiced for seven years, just for this day.

The two armies outside the eastern city fought, and the Western Qi army was condemned to death, like a shadow puppet connected to the line, completely unconscious. At that time, the 150,000 troops of Nanshang were like chopping cabbage, one by one.

Blood stained the open space outside the eastern city and shed all over the ground. The red shining man can't look back. The army was slaughtered, but in a moment, a small number of people were missing.

In a trance, someone suddenly blew the horn, the horn of Xiqi rose to the sky, and the soldiers seemed to come back to their senses, and they heard the deputy general next to the general of Xiqi shouting: "Plug your ears, quickly evacuate to the east and leave the !!!! ”

Half a day after the battle, except for a few soldiers who fled from the desert, the remnants of the Western Qi army finally withdrew to the east under the command of the main general.

Zhuo Yijia's hand stopped at the sound of the horn, she pressed the strings gently, and then stood up, standing on the towering city gate, watching the large army of Western Qi hurriedly withdraw to the east.

The corners of her lips hooked, reflecting the cold mask cold and charming, like a Shura from hell.

Vice Admiral Gao has been waiting for three months on the mountain to the east.