In the late afternoon, Zhang Jin said that he had kept his promise and sent back the bodies of the soldiers who had died in battle. There were more than 3,200 in all, all of them wrapped in reed mats, and their eyebrows and eyes were wiped clean with snow.

Feng Xiaoci, with the support of his own soldiers, personally went to the camp gate to pick up the remains of the robes. In front of the rogues who came to return the body, the old general burst into tears. If it weren't for the steady support of the soldiers on the left and right, he would have almost fallen on the side of the corpse mountain several times.

"Take care!" Wu Wenzhong, the auxiliary general, stepped forward to support Feng Xiaoci, also with tears in his eyes. It's not that Youwuhou hasn't lost a battle, but it was an experience to be defeated by such a weak enemy and lose such a miserable battle. He was unwilling in his heart, resentful in his heart, but there was nowhere to vent.

This feeling of grief and indignation soon infected the whole army, and the soldiers looked at the minions who came to return the remains, their eyes burst with anger, and they wanted to rush forward immediately to tear the other party apart. It was Ying Yanglang who cultivated Zhao Yida well, and held back his grief and ordered someone to take the reward and give it to each "guest" who transported the body. Then he very politely sent the other party back to the camp, and agreed to discuss the issue of redeeming the prisoners in detail after General Feng's physical condition improved.

Regardless of the cold weather, the remnants of Youwuhou immediately dug a pit in the field so that the dead brothers could be buried as soon as possible. He worked until it was dark, and then he went back to the camp with sobs and rested until he couldn't see the ground under his feet at all.

In the middle of the night, the camp changed to a different scene. The remaining 5,000 brothers wore armor and armor, and their steel knives and lances were polished brightly. Ying Yanglang personally took Zhao Yida as the vanguard, and the old general Feng Xiaoci led the Chinese army to follow. Wu Wenzhong, the auxiliary general, protected Feng Xiaoci's left flank, and Zhou Wen, the lieutenant, led the county soldiers to protect Feng Xiaoci's right flank, and the four sentries rode away, quietly rushing to Zhang Jincheng's camp under the cover of night.

The bandits won the battle, and they all got carried away. There weren't a few sentry posts near the huge hard drive. Zhao Yida personally led the guards to touch around, and then solved all the sleepy sentinels. Seeing that the enemy camp was close at hand, General Zhao suddenly waved his hand and rushed forward in the lead.

Footsteps creaked in the snow, but speed was the number one factor. The rogues are not systematically trained, and it will be difficult to organize effective resistance when they encounter an attack in a hurry. In night battles, numbers are not an advantage. Commanded, trained, and equipped with troops far above their opponents, they can quickly penetrate enemy camps, destroy their command, and demoralize them. He drove them around like sheep.

Zhao Yida has played this trick countless times, and almost every time it can turn things around.

Thirty steps, twenty steps, ten steps, I was about to step on the jagged wall of the rogues, and I could even hear the snoring inside. Suddenly, Zhao Yida and more than 200 brothers around him disappeared.

"Someone hijacked the camp!" Immediately after, behind the camp wall, the minions shouted loudly. Lamp balls and torches were quickly lit, illuminating the snow as bright as day. The hurried archers drew their freshly captured horned bows and fired at the outside of the camp.

"Trap! There are traps! The right-hand warrior who was rushing forward also shouted, his voice full of panic and disappointment. It is true that the enemy army did not do much defense, but these immoral and smoking fellows actually took advantage of the effort to bury the corpses during the day and dug many large pits outside the camp wall. The craters were covered with snow and at first glance looked exactly like the real thing. But as soon as the person stepped on it, he immediately revealed his true form, and rushed to kill in the snow pit where General Zhao and his henchmen were all trapped in the front, and were condescending by the rogues, taking their lives one arrow after another.

At this time, Feng Xiaoci knew that the sneak attack had failed, so he had to seek to retreat. "Archers suppress, put ropes to save people!" He commanded loudly, and the first soldier approached the snow pit, and poked the lance in his hand as a stick.

There were sharp-eyed minions in the camp, and by the reflection of his armor, he found that he was a big fish. He raised his bow and arrows and shot them in a chaotic manner. Several pro-soldiers pounced on them in fit, raising their shields to protect Feng Xiaoci, and at the same time using their long lances to pull people out of the snow pit. However, the distance between us and the enemy is too close, and the accuracy of the minions has greatly improved. Soon, the two soldiers were pierced through their armor by feathered arrows and rolled into the snow pit screaming. Seeing that the situation was not good, the other two pro-soldiers gave up the rescue of Paoze and held Feng Xiaoci hostage and retreated sharply.

"Save people, save General Zhao!" Feng Xiaoci roared loudly like a trapped lion. The brothers on the left and right braved the rain of arrows to come forward again and try to free the robes who had fallen into the snow pit. The bandits in the camp refused to let the ducks fly again, and rushed to the fence one after another, and stones, stakes, bows and arrows beckoned into the pit. Even those who are blind in the black light can't see clearly which one hits and which one doesn't hit, as long as they throw the "hidden weapon" in the pit, they will cheer with joy.

"Kill them all, kill them all!" Zhang Jincheng, who was awakened from his sleep, was also angry, shirtless, and shouted with a blade. Soon, Hao Laodao, the fifth master, and Lu Fangyuan, the eighth master, also rushed to the front camp with their respective subordinates. Seeing that the officers and soldiers dared to attack at night, they were furious one by one. Take the lead in jumping out of the camp wall and launching a counterattack on the enemy.

The rogues were not familiar with night fighting, and as soon as they came into contact with the officers and soldiers, they immediately suffered a big loss. Lu Fangyuan received a cold arrow in the shoulder, and blood trickled down his fingers and left all over the ground. Hao Laodao's martial arts were stronger than him, and he was attacked by the joint attack of three government soldiers, and he fought to the death. The pro-soldiers who came to help either ran in the wrong direction in a daze, or fought with the government soldiers, and no one stepped forward to protect the commander. Suddenly, Lu and Hao were in danger around the two village owners. It can be cut to the ground at any time.

"Throw torches out! Throw torches! At the moment of crisis, Cheng Mingzhen's heart moved and ordered loudly. During the day, he was just not worried about the defense of the camp, so he secretly ordered people to dig a dozen traps around the wooden fence and in a position that was vulnerable to sneak attacks. Unexpectedly, these dozen or so traps actually hit the right one and buried the enemy forward. Fortunately, the number of officers and soldiers who came to sneak attack was small, and they were all concentrated in the front of the camp. If Feng Xiaoci has enough soldiers in his hands to make a noise, it will be difficult to predict the outcome of everyone tonight.

Several successive combat victories have completely established Cheng Mingzhen's position in the battalion. Hearing his order, the minions, whether they were subordinate to him or not, grabbed torches and threw them outside the camp. Suddenly, the vicinity of the camp wall was as bright as day, and torches burned in the snow and in front of the corpses, and the smoke was so thick that people could not open their eyes.

With enough lighting, the bandits' numerical superiority was revealed. More than 100 loyal and brave soldiers sacrificed their lives to pounce, clanging and slashing, snatching back Hao Laodao and Lu Fangyuan, who had rashly attacked from the war group. The archers in the walled walls also calmed down, and no longer shot indiscriminately without a target, but under the organization of Duan Qing, Han Shiwang and others, they aimed at fixed targets and shot in turns.

"Shoot the officer!" Duan Qing held the Ling Qi and shouted. Hundreds of armor-piercing cones that had been picked up from the battlefield during the day flew out with a roar, concentrating on Feng Xiaoci, who was raising his sword to supervise the battle. The approaching soldiers found the coach in distress and threw themselves up. The armor-breaking cone tore through the thick leather armor on their bodies like a piece of paper, and the remnants were still undiminished, pushing the corpses backwards and flying.

"Raise the shield, raise the shield, protect the handsome!" Wu Wenzhong, the auxiliary general, was afraid that the main general would lose, so he rushed to Feng Xiaoci with more cronies. Wooden shields and leather shields were erected into low walls, and they were smashed by feathered arrows. Finally survived a few rounds of shooting, and then looked at the battlefield, the minions who had blindly attacked with Hao Laodao and others just now had retreated and reformed a defensive front through the wooden wall.

The battle between the two sides re-entered a stalemate, and under the command of Feng Xiaoci and Wu Wenzhong, the officers and soldiers of Youwuhou sacrificed their lives and rushed to the vicinity of the snow pit one after another. Under the dispatch of Cheng Mingzhen, the bandits in the camp also tried their best to guard the fence and not give an inch. From midnight to dawn, until the entire trap was filled with blood and corpses, he had to stop firing. Feng Xiaoci was afraid that he would be attacked by the bandits' wheels after dawn, so he had to abandon his confidant and beloved general, whose life and death were uncertain, and led the remnants of the army back in embarrassment.

After returning to the camp and counting the losses, only about 3,000 people remained. Nearly seventy percent of the soldiers and horses were broken, and the iron-clad team also suffered such a big loss. At noon that day, Cheng Mingzhen sent warriors again to send back the remains of Ying Yanglang's Zhao Yida and the government soldiers who died in the night. The old general Feng Xiaoci touched the body of his beloved general and cried, found a coffin, and buried him next to the robe of the dead in battle. Then, taking advantage of the bad weather and the opportunity that it was not suitable for field warfare, he pulled out the camp and slowly retreated to the south.

Hearing that the officers and soldiers were retreating, Zhang Jin said that he was so happy that he grinned his mouth on the fork of his ears. Holding Cheng Mingzhen's shoulder, he patted and pinched it, until he "ravaged" the young man and almost fainted, then he realized that he was out of shape, and said very apologetically: "He***, you kid is too powerful." It's even more powerful than that Zhang Liang. Shall we chase or not? I want to catch up and kill that old bastard! ”

"Chase! But don't get too close, lest the surnamed Feng bite back before he dies! Cheng Mingzhen didn't want to upset everyone's interest, so he looked in the direction of the enemy's retreat and responded loudly.

Zhang Jin said that he had just been bitten back when he beat the water dog yesterday, and the "scar" on his body was not healed, so how could he forget the pain so quickly. Cautiously ordered a few teams of soldiers and horses, echoing each other and falling far behind Feng Xiaoci's department. chased all the way from Fushan to Linshui, and then from Linshui to the unit Fuyang City, until Feng Xiaoci entered the city and closed the four gates, and then stopped triumphantly outside the city.

"You take someone to Ermao and Pigskin to deliver a letter, and let them act according to the orders inside!" After setting up the camp, Cheng Mingzhen called Duan Qing and whispered. I inadvertently looked up and saw the sun in the twilight, and my heart was tight for no reason.

At the head of Fuyang City, the battle flag of the defeated army hung there weakly. In the memory of childhood, this means that the dignity of the fathers has never been so weak.