The battle in Fengzhou ended, and the battle on Qingniling started again.

Qiao Qingshan led the elite down the mountain, which still had a great impact on the morale of the village, how could the whole division be willing to let go of such a good opportunity, and after asking the bottom of the village from the tongue he caught, he attacked again.

The first three forts and docks have been tug-of-war several times, the defense facilities have been destroyed, but the Huya army can not hold it, each time it is finished and withdrawn, and each time it starts fighting, it has to start from the first bend again, and the defenders in the village only need to pile up the stones, it is a simple fortification.

However, the whole division gained experience, and it only took an hour to attack the fourth fort.

This fort is as strong as the first three forts, but the difference is that there is a small square flat land with a gentle slope in front of the fort.

This was originally a pavilion, a place for the coachman to rest after going up the mountain, so it can accommodate nearly 100 people to catch and fight.

Crossbows and bows were scattered in the fort, sharp soldiers were in front of the gentle slopes, and large oars, spears, and swords formed an impregnable defensive line. Behind them, javelinmen who could take turns to rest their strength, whistling and throwing javelins, behind which were columns of artillery carts.

The Huya Army is nested at the bottom of the slope, and half of its head is difficult to escape.

The whole division was brave and angry, and he rushed into the enemy formation in the rain of arrows, but unfortunately only two swords could keep up with his pace.

Fortunately, after rushing into the enemy formation, there was no worry about dark arrows, the attack of artillery, the whole division shouted and fought, and the halberd in the waves in his hand was like a ghost, and there was no enemy in his hand.

Then there was a red coat and a narrow-bladed simple knife.

The female general's martial arts skills are actually like that, as if they were ordinary generals, but she was desperate with her knives, and more than a dozen guards behind her were even more fearless of death, and the whole division was soft at the beginning of the battle, and then the halberd in his hand was never comfortable, he was chased down the slope, and then wanted to rush back, but there was no chance, the cannon roared, the crossbow arrows swished, the javelin Huo Huo, staring at him alone, so he had to collect the troops down the mountain with hatred.

……

The battle situation in Yizhou has also reached the stage of halftime.

Han Lingkun's goal of training troops with blood was initially achieved, and after the Wu Dejun indulged his wildness, there was a bloodthirsty murderous aura in his eyes, but the 30,000 soldiers he brought out were as many as 4,000 who were sleeping under the city of Yizhou.

His training method, take the shortcut to the south, but also five generations of troubled times, the most effective way to train soldiers, after the double stimulation of blood and flesh / desire, these soldiers on the battlefield again, they are all not afraid of death, at most to a sentence of fine skin and tender meat of the lady Xiu also, eighteen years later, he is a good man.

At the height of the hostility, the fighting had to stop.

Because the corpses were piled up in a mountain under the city, not only did they emit a foul smell, but there was no place to stay.

had no choice but to call out the truce, send out guys whose legs and stomachs are not strong, move corpses, and bury pits.

Chen Scarzi was eager for such a request, because although the casualties of the defenders were far less than those of the enemy, there were nearly 1,000 casualties and they urgently needed to rest.

There was an eerie silence at the head of Yizhou City, there was no roaring of artillery, and the soldiers shouted to kill, but there were crows hovering in the air, croaking and croaking, adding to the horror of silence.

In broad daylight, the gloom is as deep as a ghost domain.

……

On the Yangtze River, a long column of unmarked fleets was heading against the current.

On the rice cang road, the army is like a dragon, and the banner of the Wuding army is waving in the wind.

Before the Great Dispersion Pass, under the banner of the Japanese army, the Beijing Forbidden Army was marching towards Fengzhou.

Outside the city of Chengzhou, the Qinwang army was encamping along the Qishan Road to the north.

The sun is setting, and the sunset is like fire.

……

In the city of Xingzhou, Qin Yue did not wake up during the day......

After days and nights of worry, worry, thoughts, and uneasiness, his spirit was finally exhausted.

"Report ...... The army of Xingyuan Mansion moved, and Han Zhen was deployed in the camp, and Shi Jinde, the vanguard, led the army of ten thousand five, and had pulled out the camp at the end of yesterday and marched to Bazhou. ”

Qin Yue stiffened the carp, jumped up from the bed, rubbed his face hard, and said "hey" vigorously.

"Beacon fires."

"No."

In the setting sun, the beacon fire that towers over the peak is lit, and the smoke is billowing out.

alarmed Shi Heyun, who was gambling money, this guy gave up the dice and said with a cruel smile: "Brothers, when the days of savages are over, go down the mountain and return to Xingzhou." ”

Awakening Tie Zhan, who was sleeping with an axe, Xiong shook his head, opened his eyes and carefully identified it, before he raised the axe: "Pull out the camp." ”

Interrupting Ye Husheng's beautiful deeds, which were going deep again and again, the one-eyed dragon patted the white greasy under him angrily, and said with a smile: "Take care of your spirits, and wait for a certain next time." ”

Further north, under the city of Chengzhou, Shi Tingjing, who was in charge of the camping affairs, looked at the green mountains and raised a long roar, but he went to Cao Bin's Chinese army tent.

"Dashuai, a certain unit will return early tomorrow morning."

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Cao Bin cursed angrily: "Let Wu Da rate a thousand elites to help you." ”

"Thank you, I don't know if you have a letter to bring to Qin Shuai?"

"Lao Tzu is too lazy to write, you tell him, Chengzhou, Lao Tzu pulled it out for him, and next time he let Lao Tzu be a cover, he will be whipped to death."

Shi Tingjing couldn't help but smile and retreated, and was about to withdraw before he set up camp.

Bai Xingba came over with his arms dangling and said to Cao Bin: "Do you really want to attack hard? ”

"Otherwise, it is estimated that Huzi is a bastard, and only we can rush out to help him, tomorrow, you will lead your troops first."

"No."

……

Outside the city of Yangzhou, the rebellious army of the Song court finally arrived at the battlefield.

Song Jiuzhong, who drove the expedition in person, took advantage of the sun before it set, dressed up, with cymbals and drums in front and flags behind, and walked around the city to watch the battle.

It's a pity that the ponds and traps are dense, and the trenches and potholes are intertwined, but there are horses that can't gallop, and the scenery is boiled.

In the city, 30,000 soldiers and horses have already moved the rolling stones that can be carried to the city.

Li Chongjin and Han Tong stood in the wind at the head of the city, and there was a melancholy lock in between their eyebrows.

……

Nanchang, Southern Tang Palace.

The Southern Tang Emperor, whose original name was Jingtong, changed his name to Jing after ascending the throne, and surrendered to the Central Zhou Dynasty after the defeat of Huainan and changed his name to Jing to avoid the Guo ancestors, fell ill.

Tea and rice are not thought, and the beauty is not seen at present.

What's more, a martial artist.

The unequaled general Lin Renzhao asked for an audience for the third time, and waited for a day, but in the end it was fruitless, so he had to get up and tear the music to pieces in the ridicule of the chamberlain and the palace maid.

What a good time, the north and the south are just around the corner.

As a result, the enthusiasm was wasted.

Jiang Ning, the crown prince Li Congjia, who stayed in the eastern capital, was surrounded by beauties, lightly moistening the brush and ink, outlining fine bamboo.

This young man, who was later renamed "Yu", is known to later generations as a heroic and resentful lyric, unparalleled in the world.

But I don't know that it is also a must in calligraphy, the original "pull, charge, hook, reveal, resist, guide, send" seven-character formula, with a trembling pen line, the lines are strong, like a cold pine frost bamboo, known as the "golden wrong knife".

He also likes to write big characters, takes the scroll as the pen, swaying the wish, and is known as the "book of the placket".

But what he is most proud of is painting bamboo.

The bamboos he painted are made of hooks one by one, which are very small from root to tip, and are very distinctive, and are known as "iron hook locks".

A bamboo painting, from morning to dusk, patience in the square of the ruler.

When it was finally done, he smiled and threw his pen, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

A beautiful woman made fun, "Prince, the slave sees that the bamboo leaves are windless." ”

"It's your heart that moves, come on, come on, and it just happens to be missing a touch of carmine."

"Prince ......"

The beauty was shy, but she inhaled and held her chest high, and supported the capital that was supposed to get rid of the money for another twelve points of magnificence.

……

Jin Yang, Imperial Horse Supervisor.

Emperor Liu Jun looked at the dozens of newly entered horses and wept.

"I want to be a big man, I need a war horse, but I have to go to the barbarian to walk and buy it privately, how sad and ......"

Yang Ye, who was driving, was silent.

If you don't fight, you shouldn't fight, you should send mediocre people as generals, what's the use of having horses.

In vain, a certain family is empty and wasteful, and can only go into the mountains to suppress bandits.