After the elite team that could be assembled around the king of Chu, Sima of Chu asked the handsome army to block the night attack of the elite of the Mo family, so as to delay time and let the king of Chu gather the forces that he could gather at night to besiege the Mo people.

By this time, the situation was clear.

From a distance, the camp of the Chu people, which had not yet been chaotic, had already lit an open fire, but they just held on and did not dare to attack.

Although the left and right flanks also caused a certain amount of chaos, they were not worth mentioning compared to the chaos of the Chinese army, and the elite of the Chinese army advanced extremely fast.

King Chu hesitated slightly, always feeling that there was something wrong with tonight's night attack.

But this hesitation was only for a moment, he was worried that these elites of the Mo family had nothing to fear, and only thought about creating greater chaos before retreating.

Not only do they want to break the city, but they also want to gain the first opportunity in the future for hegemony in Jin and Chu, and they also want to capture some ink people today so as to invite the Mo family to Chu after the siege.

Under all kinds of considerations, the previous hesitation only lasted for a moment, and then Chu Sima led the army to counterattack.

At this time, the elite of the Chinese army had been assembled, and they could only order the nobles such as Zuo Yin and Right Yin to go to the left and right, concentrate the people of the camp, and encircle them from behind.

The king of Chu knew that what he needed was time, and what he needed was time for the Chu army on the left and right flanks to move towards the center and surround the elite of the Mo family from the flank.

And at this time, you need your own Che Guang elite and Wang Shi warriors to create.

A moment later, I am afraid that those elites of the Mo family will retreat with their whole bodies, and tomorrow's morale will only be even lower.

Chu Sima received the order that he could not ride in a car at night, so he held his armor and fought on foot, leading nearly a thousand elite troops forward, and scattered the defeated troops and fugitives who retreated along the way.

These elites who can be assembled at night are either nobles, children of nobles, or the taxi class that has been trained since childhood.

They usually fight in cars, but when they don't need to ride, foot combat is far better than that of soldiers, although the formation is not neat, but at least they can maintain the appearance of a formation.

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The elite of the Mo family and the righteous division of Pei County, who had not been scattered in the formation through the formation, were moving forward, and Gong Zaoye did not know that he had led people to disperse several gatherings of the Chu people.

He was not tired yet, and he also knew that the people who charged with him were all brave men who had been trained since childhood, and they would not be tired for the time being.

And the Peixian Yishi and the ink warriors who guarded the two wings have not experienced a large-scale battle so far, and their strength is accumulating.

Coupled with the night attack, the Chu people were crushed at the first touch, and their morale was high, and they were ready to fight.

Gong Zaoye stood near a boulder, recalling the map that was suitable for drawing, looking at the oil fire on the high temple in the distance, and his heart was only two or three hundred steps away from the king of Chu at this time.

It's just that if you want to force the Chu people to form an alliance, you can only do it within five steps, because blood can only be splashed in five steps!

In front of the boulder, a group of Chu people with torches were advancing towards this side.

Some of the scattered Chu people, like those dizzy fish and shrimp washed by the rapids, or some who don't know the depth, hit the Chu army array with torches, and were immediately submerged.

"This must be the elite of the Chu army! This is the last line of defense before the king of Chu, if he can break through as soon as possible, the king of Chu will be helpless! ”

Gong Zaoye was secretly happy in his heart, knowing that there would not be too many elites who could be gathered at night, and now these people were probably all the elites around King Chu.

Originally, he was not worried about these people entrenched in the camp, because he had two ways to deal with the siege.

First, some people were carrying iron tools, while others were carrying enough gunpowder on their backs to explode as long as they were close to the camp, and it was useless for these Chu people to defend it.

Now that they have gathered to fight back, this is undoubtedly the best strategy before they know the true power of the Mo family's elite.

Gong Zaoye looked at both sides, knowing that the Chu people on both sides could not threaten their flanks in a short period of time, although they were already frightened, but if there were brave warriors who seized the opportunity, they had to be guarded.

He knew that he could only break through the defenses in front as quickly as possible, because these people in front of him might regroup after a hundred steps back, so they needed to keep pursuing.

Once pursued, their formation will disperse, and then it will be the most dangerous time, and the longer it drags on, the more likely it is to be broken by the Chu people from both flanks.

Seeing that the other party was already approaching, Gongzaoye blew the pottery whistle, and the drum behind him suddenly rushed rapidly, and hundreds of people shouted in unison and stood together.

The Peixian Volunteer soldiers in the front row held their spears in their backhands and stretched them out, knowing that this rapid drum beat was telling them that the real battle tonight was about to begin.

The two-winged ink men holding swords, shields or short ges were also immediately closely aligned from the original loose formation, keeping them on par with the Peixian Yishi in the middle.

Strong men who could throw gunpowder thunder, such as Gong Zaoye, stood behind the sword and shield in groups of three, and inserted their swords back into their scabbards.

He held an arquebus in his left hand and a swarthy iron lump in his right hand with a cord of fire exposed.

Once again, the pottery whistle was stirred, and the waist drum behind him began to beat slowly.

Standing in the front row of the Peixian Yishi spear array, the morale of the Peixian countryside is strong, they have not had a chance to try the real battle tonight, all they see is that the Mo family on both sides is like driving away chickens to disperse those slightly assembled Chu people, their hearts are extremely excited, and they regret that they can't participate in such a battle.

They don't know what's so special about the Chu people on the other side, as the so-called newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, they may be afraid of the impact of chariots, but since the opposite side is also fighting on foot, they think that they are only afraid of it.

A spearman in the front row, standing in the middle, listened to the sound of the drums behind him, as if he was training on a regular basis, and knew that the sound of the drums meant to move slowly, far from the time to attack.

He felt that the sound of the drum was magical, and he let his left and right feet follow the sound of the drum.

"This sound is the ...... of the left foot"

He muttered, thinking that it had taken him a lot of time to learn to distinguish between left and right, and that he had become a spearman in the front row for it.

Thinking of this, with leather armor and a small copper shield, I can also receive more money every month.

These money were paid by the people of Pei County, and he had listened to the propaganda of the ink people countless times, and he also knew that the purpose of these money was to maintain the public will of the people of Pei County.

What is the public will of the peoples?

He thought about it, and thought of the propaganda of the Mo, that is, the tax is taken from all people, and many other reasons that he thinks are very reasonable.

However, he also knew that there was him and his family among the peoples, so he was wondering what he wanted. What does your family want?

His younger brother studied and learned to read and write with the Moshi in Peixian Township School, his sister was still at home, and his brother's father participated in the construction of the canal in Peixian County......

All this, it seems, is for a simple reason.

Live the life of that strange "July" paradise.

Once seemed far away, because their family fled to Peize to escape military service and taxes, when the Psalm "Promised Land" was sung, he thought it was a life that only heavenly ghosts and gods could live.

However, in just three years, the paradise of his heart moved from heaven to earth.

There are straw silks to block windows, paper kites to play with children, ghost peach cotton cloth that women can prevent, crops such as ghost finger sweet potatoes that yield several stones per acre, ploughshares that can quickly cultivate the land, and iron tools that are rumored to be sharper than bronze and harder than stone.

Even, he knew that the gunpowder in the hands of Gongzaoye and others was rumored to be something that would allow him to serve less in the military after the promised land of Kyushu was achieved in the future.

Visible life is on the ground, so it's right in front of you.

And now, all this life is not legal and reasonable - because the governance of Pei County is not in the hands of the people of Pei County, but belongs to the Song Duke.

From the time he came to Shangqiu, he understood what he was fighting for.

For Song Gong?

Of course not. Not only did he not know him, but the whole family fled to Peize because of the military debt, and Song Gong really had no reason for him to pay for the blood of his life.

For Shangqiu?

He is not from Shangqiu, even if the Chu people break through Shangqiu, but the people of Shangqiu serve labor to build the city wall, it has nothing to do with him, and it is impossible for the Chu people to go to Pei County to recruit them.

For the sake of the Song Kingdom?

He thought of the propaganda of the Moshi, what does Song Guo have to do with himself? The Song Kingdom belongs to Zitian, Sicheng Huang, Le's, and Ling, but it is not a common man like him.

Is it for the benefit of the world?

He felt that that was the concept of the ink master, and it was also the belief of the ink master, and he might be able to benefit the world, but he was not the ink master at this time.

Therefore, after all, this battle is for the people of Peixian, that is, for themselves.

In order to exchange the military obligations of the righteous teachers who are not attacking and helping the weak, in exchange for the autonomy of Pei County, in exchange for the reasonableness and legitimacy of those good lives.

It would be best if Song Gong agreed.

He thought that if he didn't agree, one day in the future, he would follow the ink man and change to Song Gong.

He has no family hatred with the Chu people, and he has no country, let alone a national hatred.

He thought that he was fighting with the Chu people today just for his own interests. But what are the Chu people on the other side for?

He couldn't figure it out, so he felt that the Chu people on the other side were a little stupid, why did they participate in this expedition? Don't they have families? Could it be that their landed nobles and the king of Chu will help with the farming? Don't they have to pay taxes if they die in battle?

Nothing is possible, and there is no reason for anything.

So, when his right foot fell, he raised his head and looked at the Chu people opposite him, who he thought were from the same background as him, revealing his teeth that had been brushed with pig bristles and were relatively white at this time, and then forcefully spit out the saliva that had been bitten for a long time and turned into many bubbles.

"A bunch of idiots."

Thinking so, he clenched the spear in his hand.

Or because of distraction, his left foot moved a little faster, and almost at the same time as he landed, he heard the drum beat behind him, and his back twitched violently.

It's like being whipped up.

No one was whipping him at this point, but just like in those months of training, the fear of being whipped for the wrong foot was ingrained in his mind, so he reined in his mind and tried to keep up with the rhythm of his waist drum.

There were no more strange voices in his ears, and the shouts and chaos of the Chu people in the distance seemed to be separated by a layer of woods, and it seemed like the kind of temptation that he couldn't hear clearly.

It's like...... Just like last summer, in the corn field of Peixian Mozhi, I heard the babbling sound that made him blush, with the smell of corn flowers, I couldn't hear clearly, I could only hear my own heartbeat.

It's the same now, those distant shouts and confusion, I can't hear it clearly, I can only hear my own heartbeat, hear the familiar sound of drums in my ears, and the sound of footsteps beside him that can make him feel at ease......