"Go to the woods and give the order to the first team, ordering them to go forward immediately to cross the small branch river, and after joining the second team, go up ten miles and wait at the shoal, if the Jin army crosses the river, it must meet the head-on!" Wei Qing ordered.

"Order!" Nashi Changle's face is about to bloom.

The Jin army was driven all the way up by the Han army, and came to the shallows with twists and turns, and the thousand Jin troops were all tired and panting. There is no horse-drawn cart, and the belt of the horse was cut off by the Han army, even if you want to use your own horse-drawn cart, you can't pull it down all the way, I am afraid that these Jin troops will have to eat half of the cart of food before they can supplement this huge consumption.

"Cross, cross!" Tuohuan also gasped and ordered.

Suddenly heard a shout behind him, and the smoke and dust rose in the distance, as if countless Han soldiers were killing.

"Hurry up and cross the river!" Tuhuan was shocked, this place is very close to the Han army camp, and the Han army sent people to the camp before, thinking that this is the reinforcement of the Han army. "We can't pull the car!" A centurion shouted at Dehuan in disregard of etiquette. Although the river is shallow, but the cart is loaded with grain and grass, how can it be easily pulled? Several cars were pulled in a hurry, and the wheels were stuck in the river mud, and they couldn't move.

"Fight with your shoulder!" Tuhuan is not a complete idiot, sometimes he still has some intelligence, seeing that the cart is difficult to pull across the river for a while, when he ordered, "How much can you resist!" ”

The soldiers of the Jin Army scrambled to carry bags of grain and bundles of pasture from their cars, carrying them on their backs and resisting them, and walked to the other side of the river.

If Tuhuan knew that the shouts and smoke were only made by Bai Buxin and fifty Han soldiers, it is estimated that he would have to turn his back on the spot.

When the Jin army walked to the center of the river, there were shouts on both sides of the river, and two teams of the four Han army hundred people were behind the Jin army, and the two teams were opposite the Jin army, and they killed them together!

"Shoot the arrows!" Wei Qing had already arrived, and as soon as he saw the current situation, he immediately gave an order.

At this moment, although the number of Jin soldiers is twice that of the Han army, they are all tired and panting like cattle, and they are in the river, plus they are carrying grain and grass on their shoulders, and they have become arrow targets for a while, and the Han soldiers are standing on both sides of the bank, and the arrows are like rain, and the Jin army has fallen down, and the blood stains the river red, and the grain and grass are pressed on the back of the Jin army, and as a result, some of the injured Jin soldiers are also choked to death in the water.

On Dehuan's face, sweat and river water flowed down together. He had just fallen, and his body was soaked, and the sound of tom-toms was heard in all directions, and many soldiers screamed and fell into the river, but few were able to get up again like him.

A soldier was shot in the waist and fell beside Tuhuan with a scream, and the food bag on his shoulder fell right on a stone and broke all at once. The soldier grabbed Tuohuan's leg.

"Coward!" He scolded out loud, pulled out his waist knife and was about to cut it down.

"Look, sir!" The soldier endured the pain and pointed at the food bag.

Tuohuan looked at the soldier's fingers, and saw a pile of yellow sand scattered from the cracked grain bag!

"Bastard Han Chinese!" Get rid of joy and scold.

Fortunately, the Han army grain and road officials are not here, otherwise Tuhuan would definitely cut off the head of the grain road official immediately to help the Han soldiers who were deprived of grain and grass to avenge them.

Tuhuanyou looked around, and saw a soldier standing there against a bundle of grass in front of him, because there were Han troops on both sides, he really didn't know which way to run. Tuhuan rushed to the soldier's side in two steps, pulled down the hay bundle on his shoulder, and cut the straw rope that tied the grass with his knife.

The grass scattered, and firewood, stones, and even dirt rolled out of it.

"Throw all the grain and grass away!" Dehuan suddenly shouted like crazy, "Throw it all down!" Grab your weapons and rush ashore! "His heart was bleeding. He didn't expect the Han people to be so treacherous and actually use fake grain and grass to deceive them! The anger in his heart could not be vented, he roared, brandished his waist knife and took the lead to rush towards the opposite bank.

Wei Qing saw that the soldiers of the Jin army threw down their grain and grass and charged towards the opposite bank, knowing that the two hundred Han troops on the opposite side could not stop these Jin troops, he shouted: "Follow me!" With his sword in hand, he rushed out first. Behind him, the soldiers of the Han army roared loudly, waved the blades in their hands, and rushed out after Wei Qing.

On the north bank of the Xiaozhi River, the gentle river bank became the Shura field. The Han soldiers flanked the front and back, the Jin soldiers broke through frantically, and the two sides fought to the death in this place of several feet, screaming, roaring, striking, splashing, tearing, this kind of sound is intertwined, the frightened birds and birds fly high, and the foxes and rabbits go away. No matter how many strange sounds nature has, they can't compare to the terrifying sounds created by humans.

If there is still someone who does not believe that there is a hell, he might as well come to this river bank to listen and see, this terrifying sound, the battlefield of flesh and blood, is an out-and-out hell!

The scale of this battle was not large, it was just a melee between a thousand or hundreds of people, and it was not long, and it was only a pillar of incense, and the battle was over. More than 100 Jin soldiers broke through the Han defense on the opposite bank and ran away, and the other 800 Jin soldiers were killed, wounded or captured, and half of the Han soldiers were killed or wounded.

Wei Qing stood ankle-high in the river and looked around.

The water flowed slowly, still the same as before. But what is different is that there are hundreds of corpses in this short river water. Most of these corpses are Jin Jun's, some of them have broken limbs and tendons, some of them are blurred in flesh and blood, not far in front of Wei Qing, a corpse was crushed by a grain bag and his skull, and the ** of white flowers mixed with the river water flowed downward.

On the north bank of the river, it's a different story. On the shore, in the water, there were scattered limbs everywhere, and there were shocking blood stains everywhere. This is where the hand-to-hand combat begins and ends, and within a few feet along the riverbank, it seems to be a human rain.

Not far away, a Han soldier's finger was cut off, and he was crying out in pain, not far from him, another Han soldier had blood gushing from his chest, and the accompanying military doctor hurriedly tried to help him stop the bleeding, but he couldn't suppress the gushing blood at all.

Wei Qing suddenly closed his eyes.

He had a creepy feeling.

Just now, was he really the one who ordered the charge? Was it really him who led these soldiers in hand-to-hand combat with the Jin army?

He suddenly wanted to throw his sword away. Because just now this sword cut off the heads of at least three Jin soldiers, and at least two arms were separated from the body under this sword.

He couldn't imagine what the two Jin Army soldiers who had his limbs cut off felt at that moment?

Wei Qing felt his hands and feet cold. Maybe it's been a long time in the water. He lifted his leg and walked ashore.

A shout reached his ears.

Not far ahead, several Han soldiers gathered in a group, as if they were punching and kicking something.

Wei Qing strode over and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"It's a traitor!" A soldier answered.

Wei Qing separated the crowd and looked inside, only to see a thin Han man lying on the ground, bleeding from his legs, and mud marks on his body and face.

"The general spares his life!" Seeing that Wei Qing stopped the group beating of the soldiers, the Han people hugged Wei Qing's thigh and begged for mercy.

Wei Qing said "hey": "If you want to beg the general to spare your life, I have to go first." ”

"Spare your life!" This Han man is also very clever, and immediately changed his mind when he heard this.

"Less nonsense!" Wei Qing was a little impatient, "What's your name?" ”

"Little Zhang Sande." The Han man heard the impatience in Wei Qing's tone, and didn't dare to shout for mercy anymore, so he answered honestly.

Wei Qing snorted.

I heard that the Jin army also specially formed a "goodwill army" in the occupied area north of the Nanhe River, which was composed entirely of traitors. This "goodwill army" was mainly responsible for maintaining local law and order, assisting the Jin army in its rule, and also sent a group of loyal traitors to infiltrate the territory still under the control of the Han Empire to gather intelligence. It seems that this Zhang Sande was sent to the front line to collect intelligence. While it is true that such a person should be killed, now this person should not be killed, but should be protected. The reason is simple, this is the first traitor to be captured alive since the Han-Jin rivalry, and there is a lot of valuable information in his mouth that is worth unearthing.

There was a sound of footsteps behind Wei Qing, and Bai Buxin came.

Wei Qing leaned down and asked Zhang Sande coldly, "Do you want to die or live?" ”

"To live, to live! Thank you for your grace! Zhang Sande immediately made the right choice.

"If you want to live, you will summon the truth of what we asked you, and if there is a lie, I will throw you to my soldiers!" Wei Qing interrupted Zhang Sande's words of thanks.

Zhang Sande dared to disagree, just nodded again and again.

"General Bai Shen, I'll leave this person to you." Wei Qing knew that this person was very important, and he was just a small centurion who could not be easily disposed of, so he handed this person over to Bai Buxin.

Bai Buxin nodded and said to Wei Qing: "Congratulations to Centurion Wei, this battle is a big victory." I have sent someone to report to the camp and ask the camp to send some more people to help transport the grain and grass back. ”

Wei Qing nodded. He felt that Bai Buxin seemed to be his other half, he commanded the battle, and Bai Buxin would think about all the trivial things that needed to be done in advance and do it well. It's like when cooking, he is the master chef, and Bai Buxin is a very experienced starter, no need for Wei Qing to say anything, he has done all the work. With such a partner and brother, Wei Qing feels that God really has eyes. Now what he needs is to transport the grain and grass back to the camp, but the horses are gone, and his own manpower is small, and the camp urgently needs reinforcements.

At sunset, Wei Qing took the spoils of war and commanded the Han army to transport the grain and grass back to the camp. The soldiers were all smiling, the Jin army had been harassing the Han army's grain route for some days, and today was a real victory. If it weren't for the difference in strength, I was afraid that this time I would wipe out the Jin army.