Two flowers bloom, one for each flower.

Let's say that the officers and soldiers who wanted to kill everyone in the bandits' lair in one fell swoop were suddenly attacked by the soldiers of the fortress and collapsed, turned around and ran.

In the process of being chased and killed, many people died, and when they counted the number of people after the follow-up meeting, they found that more than 50 people had been lost, and more than 20 were injured.

Of course, not all of these casualties were caused by the soldiers of the fortress, some of them were injured in a panic during the escape, and they were injured, fallen, or even stepped on.

Seeing the loss of so many men and horses, looking at the dejected and demoralized people, the supreme commander of this operation, the Datong prefect, who commanded the Datong garrison of the specific operation, gave the bloody head to the scolded dog.

"Didn't you tell this house that it was foolproof? Didn't you tell the government that you had already found the internal response and everything was arranged? Didn't you tell me it was definitely a beautiful victory? So tell me what's going on? Say! Why did such a strong team of men and horses suddenly appear on the mountain? You explain it clearly to Lao Tzu, and if you don't say it clearly, Lao Tzu thinks that you are colluding with the bandits, and you want to kill the mansion inside and outside, maybe you are still a spy who was bought by the Tartars! ”

The prefect, who has always worked hard to show his gentleness and elegance in front of people, is obviously really angry this time, and he doesn't even claim to be in this mansion anymore, and the market proverb Lao Tzu is squirting wildly one by one.

All the attachés were silent, bowing their heads and not daring to speak.

Enjoying the prefect's full anger, the spit stars splashed all over his face, and the Datong garrison was in a cold sweat, and he didn't dare to put a fart.

Not to mention that Datong is a border city, the power of the prefect is already greater than that of the prefect of the ordinary prefecture. Moreover, the status and power of the prefect himself are much higher than that of his small garrison general.

In addition, this time the incident was planned by him, and everything was prepared foolproof, but he didn't expect that the front was very smooth, but when it came to the end, he suddenly encountered such a sudden blow, which made him confused.

When the prefect's anger was almost over, the Datong garrison cautiously raised his head and said: "Lord Fuzun is angry, this accident is actually unknown, so I am confused." According to our previous information, this small Black Bull Mountain does not have such a strong strength at all. And their three masters have already been rebelled by us, and they came down the mountain yesterday to meet us. And looking at the style of the centaur just now, it doesn't look like a bandit team at all, but more like an elite army with strict drills. So this matter is very strange, Lord Fuzun, do you think we want to think about it in the long run? “

The guard said cautiously, peeking at the prefect's face, for fear that he would be sprayed if he was not careful.

What he is most afraid of now is that the prefect is angry and asks him to personally lead the troops to rush up, and if he has to fight with this group of people of unknown origin, it will be a tragedy.

First, I don't know the details of the opponent, and secondly, from the bottom to the top, it is a back-attack, and the terrain is very unfavorable to oneself. Thirdly, the army suffered heavy losses just now, its morale was seriously damaged, and it was not appropriate to attack again.

Do you think, the big guys are in a relaxed and happy mood to exterminate the bandits, and Shangguan also told everyone that the bandits are vulnerable, and everyone will be able to share some money or something after the time comes.

But I didn't expect that before I had time to divide the spoils, seventy or eighty brothers were killed and wounded, and I didn't know what the other party was, how could this battle be fought?

It's the same as that classic line: I want to come in to learn art when I get up in the morning and pass by, and I don't have any teeth, but you tell me that you want to marry me, which is just too magical.

Fortunately, the prefect did not lose his mind in anger at the crown, listened to the words of the guard without saying a word, and after pacing back and forth a few times, he decisively ordered: retreat!

Of course, it was necessary to retreat, although this attack suffered a bit of an unexpected setback, but the main goal had been achieved: the bandit leader and all the bandits with combat effectiveness were exterminated, and a lot of goods were looted.

That's enough.

As for the elite centaur that suddenly appeared, it came from a strange origin, and it was likely to be a small group of Tartars. If you fight easily, you are likely to fall into the conspiracy of the Tartars.

Therefore, retreat became the best option.

Those who are officials will settle accounts, and one is better than the other. As the chief official of the border city, if the prefect of Datong didn't know this, his head would have moved a long time ago.

So he quickly made a decision:

"This time to suppress the bandits of Heiniu Mountain, our army has won a complete victory, now the labor expedition, people are sleepy and horses are lacking, it is not suitable to stay for a long time, this official takes people back to the city first, the garrison officer, you take people to the rear of the palace, to prevent thieves from attacking and disturbing from behind, do you have any objections?"

Looking at the cold eyes of the prefect, the Datong garrison looked bitter, but he didn't dare to say a word.

Although he knew that he was letting him stay as cannon fodder, he knew that if he dared to say a word, the lord in front of him would be able to label himself with a crime of colluding with the Tartars to plot against the officials, and he would have nothing to say about beheading him on the spot.

Who made this operation out of the big basket?

"The last general will obey the orders of Lord Fuzun, and he must fulfill his duties and fulfill his responsibilities as the queen of the palace!" The garrison clenched his fists loudly and said generously, but he was scolding his mother in his heart.

"Okay, when you return smoothly, this mansion will not be to blame." The prefect patted him on the shoulder, left a sentence, patted his ass and left.

Looking at the back of the departure of the brigade, the Datong garrison really wanted to cry without tears. Forgive somebody's past misdeeds? If I die here, then this black pot Lao Tzu will be even more determined, these bastards are darker than the other......

Turning around and looking behind him, the hundred and ten centaurs left behind him were all the same as him, crying and mourning.

If given a choice, no one wants to be cannon fodder.

"Don't fucking cry and mourn, move for Lao Tzu." The garrison scolded the eighteenth-generation ancestor of the three bandits in his heart, and then shouted and scolded.

…………………………

Hao Jian didn't know anything about the movements of the officers and soldiers, and he had now begun to officially enter the role of lord.

The most urgent task at the moment is, of course, to be prepared to guard against another attack by the officers and men below.

Hao Jian sent people to build three temporary defense lines on the mountain road at the entrance of the small courtyard with various waste wood and debris, and each line of defense would leave a passage where two people could pass side by side.

The distance between each line was about twenty meters, and behind each line were ten spearmen and five archers.

And Hao Jian led two ironclad swordsmen to command behind the second line of defense.

That's right, he's just going to fight positional warfare.

In the era of cold weapons, it is actually a very rare thing to create such a rudimentary small in-depth defensive position.

If anyone who knows a little about the army will think that this thing is nondescript, because they have never seen two armies fighting to engage in this.

Of course, this is the most common positional fortification during the age of hot weapons, or World War I and World War II.

But Hao Jian is not from a professional class, and there are no rules in his head, for him, he only thinks that it is a good way to win.

It is normal to take advantage of the narrow terrain in front of you, resist one by one, and then retreat alternately, gradually destroying the enemy's living forces and depleting the enemy's morale.

Hao Jian didn't believe that after the round of fighting just now, these officers and soldiers dared to attack rashly without knowing their own details.

Even if they don't want to die, it will depend on how many casualties they can sustain before they collapse.

He counted a little, and there were seventy or eighty officers and soldiers who were killed or wounded by his own men and horses just now.

And the total strength of this army of officers and soldiers to suppress the bandits should not exceed 1,000 people, and some baggage troops must be counted.

As a result, almost 10 percent of the officers and men were killed in the first battle just now.

This kind of battle damage is not something that many armies can withstand in the era of cold weapons, let alone an officer and soldier who is only used to suppress bandits.

It's just that although this speculation is so, war is never transferred according to someone's will, and if you encounter an officer and army commander with a hole in his head, he has to fight to the death, then there is no way.

Of course, that's not the case with the ancients.

The woman in white stared intently at Hao Jian, who had changed into a silver iron armor and a long sword hanging from his waist, directing his subordinates to build temporary fortifications in front, frowning, not knowing what she was thinking.

It was the little girl Xiaowen who looked curiously at the fortress soldiers who seemed to be all as tall as they were, and their faces were calm and unsmiling.

As for the remnants, they all gathered quietly in twos and threes, quietly watching the silent soldiers go about their business.

Among these people, there was one person who stood out in particular, a middle-aged man dressed in blue and straight, with a clear appearance, a slender body, and a long beard under his chin. The most striking thing is that this person's eyes are bright, as if there is a flame flickering in them.

At this moment, he stood alone in a corner like a chicken, squinting at the silent and calm little army in front of him, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Especially when his eyes fell on Hao Jianjian, who was dressed in military uniform at this time, for a long time, as if he wanted to see some secret from him.

Of course, unless he tells Hao Jian's secret, even the most imaginative person in the world will not be able to think of it.

Because it's an incredible thing, and there are so many things in it that people in this world can't understand.

And Hao Jian certainly didn't have time to take care of these various stares at this time, and his only thought now was to completely defeat this official army, so that they could retreat from the difficulties and get himself out of this first crisis temporarily.

The defensive line has been laid out for a long time, and no more figures have been found on the mountain road.

Hao Jian was a little impatient, and said to an ironclad swordsman beside him: "The enemy has not moved for a long time, send someone to reconnoitre." ”

"No! My lord, I'll go personally! “

The ironclad swordsman did not hesitate to surrender his hand.

Hao Jian glanced at him, nodded and agreed.

Of all the soldiers at present, only these two ironclad swordsmen have armor, and they are also full-body protective iron armor.

And in previous game experiences, these ironclad swordsmen are the most combative and defensive soldiers outside of lords and knights.

So, it was most appropriate for him to go.

Under everyone's gaze, the ironclad swordsman held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, and quietly approached the position of the officers and soldiers with a figure that was not clumsy.