In ancient times, there was a lack of interesting activities at night, not to mention in the barracks, after having dinner, Ping An inspected the camp twice and went to bed early.

"Bang!"

Hearing a loud noise in the distance, he suddenly stood up from the couch and asked the guard beside him loudly: "What's wrong!?" ”

The guards were still in ignorance, shook their heads, and quickly walked out of the big tent and asked the night inspector loudly: "Where did the sound come from!?" ”

The night inspector hurriedly ran to Ping'an's side and said in a panic: "It's not that something happened to the camp, this loud noise should be from the northwest, and someone should be using a large amount of gunpowder!" ”

After hearing this, Ping An seemed to think of something, his face instantly turned extremely pale, and Ping An, who was not in good health, only felt a stream of blood and qi on his head, and the sky was spinning, and he was about to fall to the ground. The guards behind him hurriedly supported Ping'an, and planned to help him back to the camp to rest.

Ping An didn't care about being dizzy, and said in a weak voice: "Pull out the camp, quickly, inform everyone, except for personal weapons, all materials and baggage are gone, run to the high ground!" ”

The night patrol officer and other generals were puzzled, but they did not dare to disobey the commander of peace, so they called the commanding soldiers to beat gongs and drums to call the sleeping sergeants and inform them of the order.

Ping'an couldn't take care of the 200,000 army, he knew how powerless manpower was in the face of natural disasters, and took a few hundred pro-troops and rode his war horse towards the mountain.

The army that was woken up was ignorant, and they didn't see the enemy's night attack, noisy and disturbing dreams, it was really annoying, what was this for?

Just when the sergeants were dragging their clothes and armor for some reason, they only heard the sound of a wave, and when they were all puzzled, they heard the soldiers standing outside the tent shouting heartbreakingly: "Run, it's flooding!" ”

The soldiers, who had seen the flood rushing from afar, did not stop running, and kept shouting as they ran, reminding the soldiers who were still in their tents.

The soldiers who were still napping suddenly came to their senses, and they didn't care about getting dressed, and some even ran out bare-chested, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and ran towards the hill far away from the river.

But how can the speed of manpower run faster than the high waves and the rapid floods? However, in the blink of an eye, Sumeru, a huge wave that opened its mouth swallowed the barracks near the river, and continued to sweep towards the interior of the camp.

"Wow, wow"

The monstrous waves continued to roll, devouring the lives of these sergeants, and the soldiers who were swept up by the waves did not have time to let out a scream, and their entire bodies were flooded by water in all directions, and they wanted to open their mouths to call for help, and an irreversible flow of water poured into their stomachs.

Many soldiers of the Southern Army thought that they were masters of the tide, and they untied the heavy armor on their bodies with a breath of breath, and swam towards the periphery with all their might, but as soon as they came out of their heads, the waves of the latter stack hit fiercely again, until there was no trace of them.

The large camp of the Southern Army, which was camped for five miles, was swallowed by the tide with just a stick of incense, and it took away not only a large number of Southern Army soldiers, but also countless ordnance, grain and grass. The Southern Army is no longer able to fight!

Ping'an, who was standing on the top of the mountain, looked at the soldiers who were still struggling in the flood, the tiger's eyes were already sobbing, his heart was constantly harsh, and his heart was like a knife. Just when Ping'an was silently mourning for the unlucky soldiers of the Southern Army, the cavalry of the Yan Army who were holding torches high had also arrived quickly, like a fire dragon, standing on the opposite dry bank. Ping An knows very well that when the flood recedes, these Yan troops armed to the teeth will rush over and kill them completely!

Ping'an knows very well in his heart that the Yan army is blowing up the river channel of the river, it is not the rainy season, and there will not be too much water in the river, but the location of the Jiahe River is only ten miles below the river, and the flood discharge of the river is that the river must bear the brunt of the river, if it is camped ten miles away, this wave will never be so powerful! But I am afraid that everything will be known sooner! And the southern army also needs to control the position of Jiahe, otherwise the Yan army will be able to make a detour!

Ping An smiled miserably, and said to the guard who stood solemnly beside him: "It is the fault of the commander to take care of this and lose the other, this battle has been defeated before the battle, I want me to be safe and horizontal, but today I am in charge of 200,000 soldiers and horses, but the army is all closed in one day, and only one death can apologize!" ...”

Halfway through the peace words, the guards standing on the side knelt on one knee, with tears in their eyes, and Yang Xuan, the chief of the pro-army guard, said in a deep voice: "The handsome must not!" If our army has a big marshal, it will definitely be able to gather the troops, and after regaining its strength, it may not have the strength to fight with the Yan army, if the big marshal goes in such a hurry, our army will inevitably be scattered, please think twice! ”

Ping'an helped Yang Xuan, who was kneeling in the front, and waved his hand, knowing that Yang Xuan was just comforting himself, just like this, could Yan Jun still give himself a chance to regroup?

With a bit of generosity and righteousness, Ping An laughed, and cried in a hurry without laughing: "This battle has buried 200,000 elite soldiers of my Ming Dynasty!" North of the Yangtze River, there is no army to compete with the Yan army! Your Majesty has entrusted me with such a heavy burden, but I haven't stopped the pace of the Yan army going south for a day, what face do I have to see the Son of Heaven? What kind of face do you have to face the souls of 200,000 soldiers who died without a fight? ”

Ping An pulled out the long knife, and as soon as the guards made a gesture, he was about to take it, and Ping An scolded coldly: "Give me all the retreat!" ”

Ping'an carefully wiped the long knife with his cuffs, and said to himself: "Now that everything is over, I have no face to live in the world, rather than learning from that Sheng Yong Lao'er to be a prisoner of the Yan army, it is better to judge myself to thank the world, and it can be regarded as living up to Your Majesty, and living up to the Ming Dynasty!" ”

After saying that, Ping'an knelt on the ground towards Nanjing, and shouted: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty Emperor Taizu Gao, the old minister has failed the emperor's grace, and he feels shameless to see His Majesty the Emperor again, and now he can only die and apologize!" Long live my emperor, long live, long live! ”

After saying that, Ping'an put the long knife across his neck, and the guards knelt down one after another, not daring to face it. The long knife slashed and finally ended his life. Such a self-judgment can be regarded as a well-deserved death, but it adds a bit of heroism!