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After all, fate is ethereal and somewhat pitiful.

Eleven years ago, Zhuang Xin led his soldiers and horses to destroy the Chu State, and Zhao Feng and Gao Tai set fire to bury 50,000 Ruoao troops in the Moon Landing Valley.

The surging waters of the long river are rolling down.

Time flies, Li Xia and Tan Yishui are facing each other, and now, Xiao Rong is standing in front of Zhao Feng.

"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the way of heaven is good for reincarnation. If you don't believe it, look up, the sky has spared anyone. Nangong Luoyue's voice was faint, and there was an ethereal color like mist between her eyebrows.

The Battle of Yunguo lost 100,000 soldiers and horses, and Xiao Rong still had 1.7 million soldiers and horses in his hands.

The Lin Kingdom and the Yun Kingdom are adjacent to each other, and the hills are dense in between, and the advance of the army is somewhat difficult.

Luoxia is behind the two cities, and in order to attack the hinterland of the forest country through Luoxia, these two cities must be firmly controlled.

So, what should he do?

……

Lin Guo Gaocheng.

"General Zhao! A large number of troops have appeared seventy miles away from Gaocheng!" a soldier knelt on the ground and reported urgently.

"How many soldiers and horses are there?" Zhao Feng asked in a deep voice.

The soldier replied, "About 300,000." ”

"300,000?" Tan Yishui on the side interjected and asked, "After Gaocheng, a million soldiers and horses were stationed, how could Xiao Rong dare to attack Gaocheng with only 300,000 soldiers and horses?"

Zhao Feng was silent.

"Li Fangfu has an urgent report?"

Zhao Feng hesitated for a long time in Gaocheng and Late Mengcheng. What he was most worried about was not how to fight this battle, but he couldn't figure out which city Xiao Rong wanted to do first.

Not long after, a soldier rushed into the tent to report.

"Report to General Zhao! Vice General Li urgently reported that a large number of military horses appeared a hundred miles away from Late Mengcheng, led by Na Xiao Rong!" The general said in a panic, "Vice General Li asked for support, otherwise it would be impossible for the 500,000 troops of Late Mengcheng to hold it!"

Zhao Feng looked at the topographic map of Late Mengcheng and Gaocheng, his fingers sliding back and forth, analyzing all possible routes of march.

"What he wants to attack is Late Mengcheng. Zhao Feng's voice calmed down, "Fortunately, the two cities are only fifty miles apart, and I will garrison tens of thousands of soldiers and horses in the Luoxia behind them, and it is not difficult to gallop to the aid of Late Mengcheng." ”

When Tan Yishui heard this, his eyebrows moved lightly: "General Zhao is really far-sighted. ”

Zhao Feng's biggest characteristic is that he is cautious enough, and his prudence can often save the lives of many soldiers when he is on the march.

……

Li Xia had an army of 300,000 behind him.

Ahead, it was only seventy miles away from Gaocheng.

Xiao Rong said that he didn't have to attack the city. Even if he can't win under the disparity in strength at the moment, he won't lose.

Because no one is willing to give up the convenience of the terrain to fight him to the death.

All he had to do was wait.

The other side.

Rolling waves of dust rose behind the queue as the chariots advanced.

As far as Xiao Rong could see, there was a hill of different heights. He knew that after this was the Late Mengcheng.

A lonely border city stands above the fortress. The so-called border city is not too grandiose, it is just a lonely city.

The meaning of the existence of the border city lies in raising and storing troops. It developed little by little with the help of geographical advantages, and in the vast and sparsely populated border of the forest country, it is impossible for the border cities to be connected at all, just like the forty miles between the late Mengcheng and Gaocheng.

Riding on horseback, Xiao Rong's eyebrows raised wildly.

It is difficult to attack the city, after all, the opponent occupies a favorable position. But it's not that hard to actually take a city.

Lin Guo's army drove between the two cities on the border, but it was difficult to catch up with the heavy grain and grass. He knew Zhao Feng's temperament, and he had always acted cautiously.

It is impossible for Zhao Feng to put all his chips on one city, so he will definitely put most of his soldiers and horses in the middle of the two cities to ensure that he can rush to the aid in time.

For example, the subsequent fall gorge.

The drums of war beat.

The army behind Xiao Rong pressed towards Late Mengcheng little by little.

He wanted to destroy the city.

Just like when Zhuang Xin led the Lin army to encroach on the land of Chu little by little.

He wants revenge.

There are hatreds that time cannot take away.

The only thing that can wash away the old hatred is the new blood.

The long river flowed from the land of the forest country, rolling up the yellow monstrous waves, rushing towards the distance.

From a distance, it looks like a bright yellow ribbon passing through the hills and mountains, which is quite spectacular.

Xiao Rong suddenly remembered that eleven years ago, he jumped into the long river and escaped with his life from the Valley of the Moon.

He turned his head, and the two thousand Ruo Ao soldiers stood behind him, and his eyes were also quite emotional.

At the beginning, 5,000 people jumped into the long river with him, and only 2,000 survived.

"Young General!" Yan Yi looked at the waves in Xiao Rong's eyes, and shouted with a smile.

Xiao Rong was stunned, and subconsciously opened his mouth to refuse, but in the end he only turned into a faint sigh.

"It's hard that you're still willing. His eyes drooped, and his voice was deep.

He refused so many times, and even used his identity as the general of Yunguo as a cover-up, and his words were ruthless and ruthless again and again, trying to hide his identity as a young general in front of them.

Although there is no need now, Xiao Rong is a little at a loss when he really hears a "young general" from the bottom of his heart.

It's rare that they are still willing, and they are willing to call him a major general.

Pei Ying sighed.

"Where we are unwilling, all along, you are the only one who is unwilling. ”

Time turns, and when they look back, they are actually as determined to jump into the long river as they were at the beginning, and they have never changed.

"I wouldn't want to. Xiao Rong looked at him and whispered to himself, "It's just that if I'm here, how can she really accept your hearts." ”

Just like he told her at the beginning, she needs it more, so he will give it to her.

The river is rolling.

Ahead, the outline of the late Meng City can already be seen.

The string is full moon, and there is a figure standing neatly between every battlement above the city. On the city wall, the soldiers who come and go are strict and orderly.

Xiao Rong's pace stopped on the side of the long river.

"This time, we're not jumping. Xiao Rong looked at Ruo Aojun and grinned.

As soon as the words fell, the soldiers and horses following Xiao Rong began to set up camp.

When night falls, the stars are like snow falling in the sky, and pieces of crystal clear.

……

"Wait for tomorrow. Li Fang replied. "There's a tough battle to be fought tomorrow. ”

The night is dark, and marching at night is a taboo, although it is said that it is the god of war of Yunguo who will be faced tomorrow, but all the soldiers and horses in Luoxia are transferred to his side, and with the geographical advantage, he will not have a problem.

The night gradually sank, and the dust carried by the chariot during the day also sank in the peaceful evening breeze.

If someone looks closely, they will probably think that such an army is a little strange.

In the open space in the center of the procession were about five thousand chariots. This is not surprising.

It is not uncommon for chariots to be in the center among the nations, and it is strange that each chariot can carry about twenty to thirty people when the nations send out their troops, and there is only one person on each of the two thousand chariots.

Looks a little lonely.