For Tian Fucheng, the Red Turban Army launched an attack without warning in advance, the previous comprehensive intelligence of all parties, confirmed that the Red Turban Army is still collecting grain and grass, transporting ordnance, and the army is still resting, it seems that in a short period of time, there is no sign of a large-scale attack on Jimo, with Tian Fucheng's analysis, the other party should not want to fight hard with himself in Jimo, although he is now in a disadvantageous position, but there are still tens of thousands of soldiers in his hands, and if he provokes himself, he will fight with the other party, and for the Red Turban Army, this gang of bandits, Strength is the basis to ensure their status, once they lose both sides with themselves, they will certainly be greatly damaged, but the Red Turban Army will definitely be swallowed by Tian Yuanlian.

Based on this judgment, Tian Fucheng's main defensive direction was mainly concentrated on the offensive line of Tian Jingwen's department, but the result was greatly unexpected.

Shocked and angry, Tian Fucheng immediately sent Wang Pei and led 10,000 elites to the Liuhao River, making sure to block the other party on the other side of the Liuhao River. On the seventh day of the ninth month, Wang Pei arrived at the Liuhao River, and almost on the same day, the vanguard of the Red Turban Army led by Hengdao also rushed to the opposite side of him, and set up camp in Niugezhuang, the two sides looked at each other across the river, one side began to collect wooden boats, timber, and prepare to build tools for crossing the river, and the other side began to build defensive positions on the opposite bank.

On the ninth day of September, the Red Turban Army under the command of Hengdao began preparations for the ↖ river-crossing operation.

Logs from more than a dozen steps offshore, smashed into the bottom of the river by sledgehammers, iron chains connected the wooden piles about a few meters apart, and the wooden planks were quickly laid on them, and in just half a day, the Red Turban Army built a pontoon bridge nearly 30 meters away from the opposite bank. The speed shocked Wang Pei on the other side, and the bridge was repaired simultaneously, and the timbers were tied into rafts, pushed down the river, densely lined up on the other side of the river.

Shocked to shocked, Wang Pei was not idle here, on the riverside tidal flats, countless antlers, horses were placed, and in the silt, countless thistles were dropped, these triangular pyramid-shaped spikes were covered by the silt, and there was no trace at all from the outside, but when you step on it, you will be hit immediately, and it is the most insidious.

Rows of bed crossbows and stone cannons were placed on the embankment, and at this distance these weapons could be fired into the middle of the river. This is a great gift prepared by Wang Pei for his opponent to cross the river.

On the 10th day of September, the offensive of the horizontal knife officially began.

With the deafening sound of war drums, a group of Red Turbans pushed the raft into the water, and when the raft was completely floating, the Red Turbans climbed up, desperately waving the rudimentary paddles in their hands, and rushed towards the opposite shore.

The central line of the great river will be their life and death, and at this moment they are in the river, which is the weakest and most vulnerable moment. When the Red Turban began to attack, on the other side, the construction of pontoon bridges did not stop, and the pontoon bridges extended little by little towards the other side of the river.

"Shoot!" Wang Pei watched expressionlessly as the other party's raft crossed the central line of the river, and with a wave of his hand, he gave the order to attack, and the roar of the stone cannon and the scream of the bed crossbow immediately resounded across the riverbank.

The calm Liuhao River suddenly boiled, more than ten pounds of stone cannons hit the water, stirred up a column of water, the raft shook left and right, from time to time the raft was hit by the stone cannon, scattered into a wooden stake, drifting down with the water, the soldiers on the raft naturally fell into the water, and were quickly rushed downstream by the river.

Compared to the crossbow, the stone cannon is obviously much more efficient against these rafts.

Hengdao stood on the embankment on the opposite bank, looking at the ups and downs on the river surface of the head wrapped in red scarves, he couldn't see the slightest joy and anger, years of war, has made him accustomed to life and death, besides, these soldiers who fall into the water will not necessarily die, in the red turban army, there are really not many people who can't water.

What made him frown was not Wang Pei's attack on the Red Turban Army who were crossing the river, but the long tidal flat on the opposite side that seemed to have no edge in sight, and there was the real place of death.

Although there were many stone cannons and crossbows, there were still many rafts that escaped their blows and successfully approached the riverbank, and groups of red turbans brandished knives and guns jumped down from the rafts, stepped on the knee-bent water, and rushed towards the tidal flats.

** The big foot stepped on the tidal flat, and with a bang, it sank into it for more than half a foot, and the soldiers laboriously pulled out their foot strength and took a second step forward.

The further you go, the harder it becomes.

Someone screamed, sat on the beach ground, but screamed and jumped up, on the buttocks, bright red blood stains oozed out, with barbed thistles pierced his buttocks, a soldier next to him pulled out the thistle, he took a few steps forward, also screamed, laboriously pulled out his feet, on the soles of the cloth shoes tightly tied with straw ropes, an iron thistle terrestris was deeply embedded there, pierced through his feet.

As the team moves slower and slower, the Red Turbans will have to fight not only the sludge, but also the invisible weapon.

Wang Pei looked at the Red Turban Army who was trudging forward on the tidal flats, and sneered, "Archers, concentrate on shooting!"

Hundreds of archers emerged from behind the embankment, stretched out their bows and arrows, and aimed at the Red Turbans on the tidal flats, shooting sharp arrows in their hands.

After a few rounds of arrows, there was hardly anyone standing in the Red Turban Army who rushed up to the tidal flat, and many wounded soldiers groaned, lying on the tidal flat, and slowly crawled back until they fell back into the water, and then they swam towards the opposite shore with their hands and feet.

The cross-knife tilted his neck and commanded: "The second wave of attackers should bring planks and thatch, and those branches will do, and when they go ashore, spread the planks on the tidal flats, and throw the grass and branches on the tidal flats."

The second wave of the Red Turbans began, this time with far fewer people crossing the river, more rafts loaded with bundles of thatch, branches, planks, and some bed crossbows. Arriving at the river, the Red Turbans secured the raft in the shallow water of the river, and then began to adjust the bed crossbow, ready to shoot at the opponent. When the first bed crossbow roared from the river to the embankment, Wang Pei was really startled, because the crossbow arrow was only a few steps away from him, and it shot a soldier at his side far away.

The Red Turban Army spread thatch and wooden planks on the beach ground, and then swung the oars backwards, ready to transport the second trip, Wang Pei looked at this qiē, but only sneered, and let the Red Turban Army do it.

When it was almost dusk, the Red Turban Army launched a large-scale attack again, this time, the tidal flat was no longer an obstacle for them, countless planks, thatch, and tree branches were spread on the tidal flat, allowing them to pass through the tidal flat lightly, watching the soldiers roar up the river embankment under the cover of the bed crossbow on the shore, and the eyes of the horizontal knife gradually lit up.

"Stone Cannon!" Wang Pei snorted.

The stone cannon was fired again, this time there were countless canisters tied to the stone cannon and fell to the dense crowd on the tidal flat, the stone cannon fell to the ground, and a strong smell of grease suddenly spread.

"Fire attack, they want to set fire!" The experienced soldier shouted.

Rockets shot down from the top of the fire embankment, and with a bang, a fire broke out on the tidal flat, mixed with thick smoke, and the stone cannons were still roaring, sending more grease bottles and smashing them on the tidal flat, turning this place into a sea of fire.

On the other side, Hengdao roared angrily, he didn't expect that the other party would relax in this place, it was he who was careless, and the planks and thatch he transported became the helpers who killed his troops.

Two waves of men and horses attacked, losing hundreds of men in vain, but did not set foot on the embankment, seeing that it was getting late, Hengdao could only collect his troops a little dejectedly.

The next day, as soon as the sky was bright, the horizontal knife once again launched an attack, and after one night, his raft for crossing the river had changed greatly, and the front part of the wooden platoon was equipped with a shield, and after crossing the river, the soldiers jumped off the wooden raft and pushed the wooden platoon onto the tidal flat, and these planks were improved overnight, and the lower half of the plank had been flattened at this time, and only a dozen soldiers were needed on the tidal flat, and they could push them to plant dozens of soldiers forward.

After going ashore, the Red Turban Army first smeared a thick layer of mud on their bodies and wooden rafts, and this time even if Wang Pei attacked with fire, there was no chance.

The platoons moved swiftly towards the embankment, and from time to time the soldier pushing the platoon would be hit by a bow and arrow and fall, but immediately, a soldier on the platoon would jump down to fill his position, and the platoons were slow but determined to advance towards the embankment.

Wang Pei was also amazed by the adaptability of the commander of the Red Turban Army, and he knew that this time the two sides would inevitably engage in a short battle.

"Prepare for hand-to-hand combat!" He lifted the broadsword that he had placed at his side, and behind him, rows of soldiers with spears poured up, and the archers poured a ** of feathered arrows into the mudflats, and shot one more, and then the pressure on the spearmen would be reduced by one point.

From time to time, Qi soldiers were hit by crossbows whistling in the river and bows and arrows fired by the Red Turbans on the tidal flats, but none of them retreated, and these Qi troops still retained their pride as the elite troops of the Qi State.

"Kill!" A Red Turban general leaped out from behind the platoon, brandished his saber, and slammed his head up the embankment. More Red Turban troops rushed out almost at the same time, and at the same time, on the river embankment, rows of Qi soldiers with spears rushed down from the river embankment, and the two sides fought to the death on this slope about ten meters high.

Just when Hengdao was fighting fiercely with Wang Pei in the Liuhao River, Tian Jingwen received the news that the Red Turban Army suddenly launched an attack on Jimo, and in addition to being angry, he had to start changing his original plan, he is now nominally the commander of all the armies of the Qi State, but in fact, the Red Turban Army has always regarded his orders as a fart.

"Command the whole army to attack Nanquan." (To be continued......)