Li Xinchen has never and dare not underestimate Yang Jian.

After all, it is Emperor Wen of Sui, a generation of heroes.

Therefore, Yang Jian was able to come up with such a response strategy in such a quick time, and Li Xinchen did not feel strange. This is also one of the reasons why Li Xinchen resolutely takes Yang Jian as the primary goal, and if he does not destroy Yang Jian and let him sit big, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"It seems that Weichen has underestimated his opponent." Yang Su sighed at this time.

After all, he was not Yang Su who was in Chang'an at the time, so Yang Su had the news collected from all corners by the Hongnong Yang family in his hands, even if a dog in Chang'an City gave birth to a puppy, Yang Su could know it, after all, it was unimaginable what kind of connections and roots a huge family that had been entrenched in the north for hundreds of years.

Moreover, Yang Su was very close to Yang Jian at that time, and even had the opportunity to meet Yang Jian, and Yang Jian's every move could be seen by him.

Now although Yang Su is in the Taiwei Mansion to join the army, he can see and even handle the exchange of information in the world, even more so than in Chang'an, but after all, he is too far away from Yang Jian, and this enemy that he has carefully pondered is not immutable.

After so many twists and turns, it is obvious that Yang Jian is also learning lessons and maturing more quickly.

It's just that Yang Jian is not a young man after all, even if he changes, there are traces to follow, which should be the biggest advantage that young people like Li Xinchen and Yang Su can have when facing him.

"Strategically contempt for the opponent and tactically value the opponent." Li Xinchen smiled and said, "Although Guanzhong is a place where dragons and tigers are located, but after all, it is only a Guanzhong, as long as we take every step of the way, steady and steady, then the dragon has to be placed on me, and the tiger has to be laid on by me!" ”

Yang Su was shocked, the usual lightness on his face had dissipated, replaced by modesty, and he solemnly arched his hand: "Be taught!" ”

Li Xinchen bowed slightly, Yang Su in history was also an unruly master, and only Yang Jian could be regarded as subduing him, but whether Yang Su was convinced or not in his own heart, I'm afraid no one knows.

At least the current Yang Su is still young, and there are still many deficiencies, Li Xinchen is willing to cultivate his modesty and loyalty little by little.

It's better than having a sinister and treacherous Duke of Yue Guo.

(Author's note: Yang Sufeng Yue Guogong)

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The wind blew the snow and pounced on the city head of Huile City, and the rolling black clouds came from the sky, pressing forward at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the flags on the city head had already touched the clouds.

The small Huile City is in the vast river valley and under the rolling black clouds, which seems to be small.

Rolling along with the black clouds is a surging crowd of people.

On December 19 of the first year of the Han Dynasty, eleven days before the Lunar New Year, the Turks launched their third attack on Huile City.

In fact, the first two attacks were just to test the strength of the city's defenses, and they were quickly repulsed, but the Turks should have almost figured out the characteristics of this small city, so this time they simply took a large-scale human sea offensive, and its purpose was naturally simple, that is, to directly pile up a road from the valley to the head of the city with human lives.

Simple and crude.

Cao Ning, who had never experienced such a battle, still changed his face.

The first two attacks of the Turks were not unexperienced by him, but after all, they were only tentative attacks by small groups, and a random arrow shot down in the city, without even the need for a trebuchet, made the corpses of the Turks fall to the ground and retreat, and the two sides did not advance to the point of hand-to-hand combat and knife blood.

And the Hou Mi next to him also looked solemn. Because of the heavy snowfall, reinforcements were still on the way, but the Turks came so quickly.

Obviously, this long and narrow river valley also made the Turks feel fear, and this small Huile City was their hope. Looking at the shouting and hideous faces of the Turkic soldiers with madness written on them, you can know that this is destined to be a fierce battle.

"Trebuchet, put!" Hou Mi decisively ordered.

"Bed crossbow ready!" Cao Ning also followed behind Hou Mi and ordered, his voice was a little trembling when he was young, but the expression on his face became more and more resolute.

Hou Mi glanced at him, a look of approval on his face. War, especially in actual combat where the enemy is outnumbered, is the easiest to mature.

The stone bullets whistled out, like an iron plough ploughing the ground, cutting one gap after another in the rolling crowd, but soon the gap was filled by more people behind. The two great tribes of Turkic Yehu and Tutun are among the largest among the Turkic tribes, and the combat power that erupted is naturally astonishing.

"The bed crossbow is not in a hurry, put the person closer." Hou Mi said intently.

The wind was so strong that only the stone bullets could maintain a pitiful level of accuracy at such a distance, and I am afraid that the arrows would not know where they would fly when they were scattered.

Cao Ning responded, subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of spit, and looked at the trendy enemy army getting closer and closer, squinting slightly, while Hou Mi Huo Ran next to him waved his hand.

"Shoot the arrows!"

In such a strong wind, the only thing that can play a role is the iron arrow of the bed crossbow, of course, on the other hand, the Turkic cavalry does not play a role, so it is the Han side that is stained.

Thick iron arrows roared out, piercing the chest of one of the first Turkic soldiers, followed by the second, then the third.

The Turkic soldiers screamed and fell, but more Turkic soldiers were still desperately rushing forward, and in a blink of an eye, the crowd was close to the city wall, and the Turkic trebuchets were also pushing forward, and the stone projectiles were whizzing and smashing against the city wall.

The Turkic trebuchet was naturally closer to the Han's thunderbolt, and the Turks were simply even more desperate, they obviously realized that there was no threat to the city wall at such a distance, so they directly pushed the trebuchet forward.

"These guys are going to fight." Cao Ning couldn't help but say, he was already directing the bed crossbow to turn around, pointing directly at the moving trebuchets. These trebuchets can only shoot small stone projectiles, or even small rocks to put it mildly, but they are enough to pose a threat to the defenders.

"Put!" Hou Mi also waved his hand immediately.

Arrows roared out again.

"If they fight hard, then we will kill them." Hou Mi said with a smile.

The next moment, a series of ladders leaned against the city wall, and on the low city head, the hot oil pot that had already burned was tumbling at the same time, and the boiling hot oil was poured down on the head and face. The hot oil was heated with almost all the firewood available in the city, just to surprise the Turks.

A large amount of hot oil rolled down the ladder, and the Turkic soldiers who were trying to climb the ladder rolled down the ladder screaming, and the soldiers around the ladder were also rolling on the ground.

"Retreat, retreat!" There were soldiers shouting incessantly.

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