Late at night, battalion lieutenant Liang Jiuchun was carefully wiping his sword. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Liang Jiuchun is a typical Ma Yi man, in his early thirties, unkempt, with a full beard, he looks very honest when he squints, and looks like a beast when he stares at him.

The old man of Liang Jiuchun's Heng'an Town Army, who later came under Chen Yuan's jurisdiction, froze off one ear in the wind and snow in Liaodong, and was beaten on the shoulder when he followed Chen Yuan to Hebei to suppress bandits.

So in the cold winter season, half of his body has a dull pain, making it difficult for him to sleep peacefully.

As soon as he couldn't sleep, he got up and played with his steel knife, and then began to think back to how he had gone from being a pawn to the position of today's battalion captain.

This is undoubtedly the most proud thing in the first half of his life.

Now he is a general under the command of Wei Chixin, leading his own battalion of 500 soldiers to garrison Longmen Ferry, and there are still large armies gathered in Longmen City for more than 20 miles behind him.

Like everyone else, Liang Jiuchun also believes that this year's war has long ended, and he is only waiting to reward the Lord for his meritorious deeds.

Thinking about the military exploits made this year, Liang Jiuchun sighed, don't think about being promoted to the captain of the leading army with this at all, the military exploits of the infantry army are really incomparable with the cavalry.

Most of the comrades who came back from Liaodong back then were cavalry soldiers, even if they were still fighting in the position of brigade leader, their military exploits could throw him away Liang Jiuchun.

Thinking of this, Liang Jiuchun muttered, damn it...... If he hadn't talked to Chen Yuan a few more words, he wouldn't have been picked up by Chen Yuan into the infantry army.

The promotion of the official is not slow, but the dwarf feels really bad.

Just as he was thinking wildly, a strange feeling rose to his heart, and he was stunned, tilting his head and listening.

He slowly stood up, took a few steps, pushed the door with his knife in his hand, and walked out of the barracks.

There was no figure in the black hole in the camp, and the north wind whistled and slapped on Liang Jiuchun's body, making him shiver a few times directly.

But after many years of fighting career, he always felt that something was wrong.

He wandered through the darkness, squinting at the wall that stood there like a shadow, it was too dark to see anything, and there was nothing on it.

What about the soldiers of the night watch? Liang Jiuchun frowned, turned around and went to the barracks next door, kicked the door hard, and soon his guards and soldiers woke up.

"Let's go, go to the camp with Lao Tzu."

The five pro-soldiers looked at each other, probably scolding in their hearts, damn this ghost weather, sleeping soundly, how can you follow you to patrol the camp?

What are you patrolling in the camp of about 500 people?

At this time, the sound of the gate creaking open clearly reached the ears of Liang Jiuchun and others.

There was no need to say anything more, a few torches were lit at the gate of the camp, and the sound of horses' hooves immediately remembered not far away, such a rhythm, even those who have not experienced the battle formation can understand what it means, let alone these soldiers of a hundred battles.

Enemy Attack ......

The muffled sound of a trumpet sounded in the camp in an instant.

The elite of the army also showed itself at this time, and the focus was not on how calm the soldiers were when they were attacked, and how strong their combat effectiveness was, but because the army was filled with a group of officers with rich combat experience.

For example, the moment Liang Jiuchun noticed that he had encountered a surprise attack by the enemy, he immediately sounded the horn of warning, and when the sound of horses' hooves entered his ears, he immediately ordered his own soldiers to ride on war horses and go out of the camp from the east to ask for help from the Longmen army.

Such a reaction is enough to prove that Liang Jiuchun is a qualified general.

Unfortunately, no matter how correct the prediction is, it cannot hide the fact that the guard is lax.

At this time, the Tang army had already blocked the four gates of the camp, and this battle was obviously aimed at completely annihilating the defenders of Longmen Ferry.

It can be said that since Li Po Daizhou raised his troops, his subordinates have never been attacked by such a surprise attack, on the contrary, it is their patent to sneak attack the enemy.

Li Po, who attaches great importance to the grasp of battlefield information, will never let the enemy touch under his nose.

But with the expansion of the territory, the thing that was pecked in the eyes by the geese all day long finally happened.

Murong Luohu led the army to rush into the camp, and the remaining 2,000 cavalry scattered in all directions, surrounded the camp, and faithfully carried out Li Shimin's military order, not to let one escape.

The soldiers, who had just woken up from their sleep, rushed out of the house, most of whom were knocked to the ground by the rushing cavalry in the darkness, and then trampled past.

Li Shimin, the king of Qin, stood quietly in the darkness outside the camp, he did not feel the joy of success, but on the contrary, his brows gradually wrinkled.

Because the shouting and killing in the camp gradually became intense, which showed that the cavalry rushed into the camp and did not crush the fighting spirit of the enemy army in the first place.

Soon, there was a fire in the camp, and Li Shimin shook his horsewhip quite anxiously, hoping to personally lead people into the camp to see what the situation was.

He knew very well how many men and horses were stationed here, and who would lead the troops, but the course of the war was different from what he expected after the camp was broken.

"Go, ask me if there are any fugitives who have intercepted me......," Li Shimin commanded.

In the barracks, Liang Jiuchun was dragged behind by his own soldiers.

A long arrow plunged deep into his right rib and exited from behind his left side, blood dripping from his body and quickly taking away his exuberant vitality.

This was the price he had to pay for having his tent set on fire so that more of his soldiers could gather around him, and more enemy cavalry had already gathered around him.

Liang Jiuchun gritted his teeth, pushed away and dragged his own guards, stood up, staggered back to the place where the fire was at its peak, grinned with a blood-stained mouth, "Ho ho ......"

The howl of the dying wolf king, swaying in the north wind, is the signal of a decisive battle, and the people living in the northern borderlands like to use this sound to boost their fighting spirit, and they can also use it to express their indomitable and heroic.

The voice stopped abruptly, and Liang Jiuchun had already fallen to the ground, dying of anger.

The sound of a wolf's howl echoed throughout the camp, and in the light of the fire, the soldiers of less than a hundred men went into a frenzy, shooting off their horses and falling to the ground, even if they often had to pay more casualties.

The sound of killing gradually stopped, and for more than half an hour, the tall and strong Murong Luohu finally came to Li Shimin to restore his life, the camp had been taken, there were few prisoners, and a battalion of enemy troops led by battalion captain Liang Jiuchun almost all died in the camp.

(Commuter Pass) (To be continued.) )