Overnight, the trenches that had been filled by the natives during the day were hollowed out by the Han Chinese. The ornaments and money on the corpses of the natives were looted, and the bodies were thrown on the side of the natives' camp. The excavated earth increased the fortifications on the Han side by half a zhang.

Chen Changsheng didn't sleep all night. Seeing that the results of yesterday's day's hard work during the day had come to naught, and looking at the solid Han Chinese position, his heart was even more worried.

What should Kunming City do? What about the only son Chen Qingyun?

If the troops are not withdrawn, how can the blocking position in front of them break through?

Chen Changsheng was in a dilemma.

………………

Zhang Pan's "ghost" is always elusive, and the dragon is nowhere to be seen.

While the 4,000th household of Yufeixing was stubbornly resisting Chen Changming's army of tens of thousands, Zhang Pan and his 3,000th household were walking through the lofty mountains of Datian Mountain.

Roundabouts are the correct way for Zhang Pan and his soldiers to fight.

"Boss Zhu's heart is really black," Li Ke joked: "There are 50,000 people, and he actually wants to make dumplings, it's really black." I like ...... though."

"Boss Zhu won't like you," Zhang Pan said with a dark face: "Boss Zhu likes elegant and generous women (Cuiwei), plump and strong women (Ruyu), enchanting and charming women (She Miaohua), delicate and beautiful female babies (Chen Wanfang), and I won't like a man like you who is thin and black." ”

"Boss," Li Ke called Qu, "My old Li only likes women, okay?" Really, last time, Yu Qianqiu, the flower girl of Wanxiaolou, took a fancy to us, crying and shouting for us to redeem her......"

When everyone talked about women, they suddenly became energetic, and they kept ridiculing, and the road became smooth and short.

"Boss, after this hill is the official road. We've rounded up to the west of Tuguan Town. "Scout returns.

"Alright, put away your short guns against women." Zhang Pan waved his hand and said, "Check the equipment, rest on the spot, and get a good night's sleep." After dark, it's time for the ghost to open the door of the ghost. ”

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Chen Changming returned from Chuxiong and brought not much grain and grass, only enough for half a month's rations for the army. As long as you return to Kunming City, are you afraid that you won't have anything to eat?

Therefore, Chen Changming's army in charge of logistics was only more than 1,000 people.

Cha Cai is almost fifty years old, and this is the last time he will go on an expedition with Lord Tusi.

When he followed Lord Tusi to Guizhou, he made great contributions to the investigation of wealth. It's a pity that the years are not forgiving, and Cha Cai, who is almost fifty years old, can't wield a scimitar and can't keep up with the pace of the army.

This time he returned to the division, Chen Tusi specially arranged a non-dangerous task for Chacai, escorting grain and grass for the army.

As long as he returns to Kunming, Chacai will no longer go on an expedition, but will tease his grandson and enjoy his old age in peace.

From Kunming to Chuxiong, they are all the spheres of influence of the Turen. With Chen Chang's army in front, can the enemy's army fly over?

Cha Cai surrounded the cart in a semicircle, symbolically arranged a few sentry posts, and sat and watched the sunset, looking forward to a better old age.

The night was slightly cool, and Cha Cai sat and fell asleep. The young soldier looked at the white-haired veteran with admiration, and couldn't bear to disturb him.

The soldiers put blankets on Cha Cai, quietly turned back to the tent, and slept quietly.

Cha Cai suddenly felt a palpitation and woke up from his sleep. The sounds of insects all around them stopped, and the wind stood still.

The veteran's sixth sense makes Cha Cai feel very dangerous. He rolled on the ground and fell from his chair to the ground.

"Whoosh......"

The arrow was nailed to the chair he was sitting on, and the tail of the arrow was still swinging rapidly.

"Wow......"

Cha Cai skillfully drew his scimitar, took a defensive posture, and stared at the direction where the sharp arrow was shooting. The vigorous figure and sharp eyes show the demeanor of a veteran.

Cha Cai didn't have time to raise the alarm, and shot several more sharp arrows from the darkness.

"Wow......"

Sparks flew around, and Cha Cai's scimitar was blocking the arrow, making a loud metal crash.

Zhang Pan was like a ghost, appearing in front of Cha Cai, his eyes were cold. He slowly pulled out the sharp arrow on Cha Cai's chest, and said in a low voice: "Old man, your era is over, and now is Boss Zhu's era." Rest well! Don't be an enemy of Boss Zhu in the next life. ”

"Who?"

Before he died, Cha Cai used his scimitar to block the sharp arrow, and the loud noise he made woke up the sleeping natives.

"Boom ......"

The answer to the natives was a violent explosion and a roaring fire.

The lit oil bottles continued to burst on the cart, and the fire carried billowing smoke and continued to devour the food of the natives.

In order to facilitate management, Chacai concentrated the carts loaded with grain and grass and surrounded them in a semicircle. At this moment, it was attacked by a sneak attack, and the grain and grass gathered in one place were quickly engulfed by the flames, and it was too late to even rescue.

"No ......"

The native soldiers watched as the grain and grass were engulfed in fire in an instant, and they had no time to react, let alone rescue.

Seeing that all the food and grass were set on fire, the ghosts did not hesitate to turn around and retreat.

The ghost pays attention to the hit of the ghost, and it will never cause any extraneous branches.

The mission tonight is to burn the enemy's food and grass, not to destroy the enemy's logistics team. Therefore, when the ghosts saw that the task was completed, they did not hesitate to retreat resolutely and decisively, without dragging their feet in the slightest.

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"What?" Chen Changming sat down, stunned on the spot, unable to speak for a long time.

The army did not move, and the grain and grass went first. This shows the importance of grain and grass in war.

Throughout the ages, there have been countless battles of robbing grain roads and burning grain and grass, why should I be so careless? Chen Changming constantly blamed himself.

However, self-blame will not solve the problem. At present, the urgent problem to be solved is not how to cross the Han people's blocking line to support Kunming City, not how to break the Han siege and save his son Chen Qingyun, but how to solve the problem of feeding tens of thousands of troops.

"Evacuate, evacuate to Lufeng County."

Chen Changming weighed the pros and cons and gave the order to retreat.

The Han position in front of him could not be broken through in a short time, but the soldiers' rations were burned to the ground, and no matter how powerful the general was, he could not control the hungry soldiers.

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Seeing that the native army began to retreat, Chen Qingyun, who was thirsty and hungry and frightened, completely collapsed.

"No ......"

Chen Qingyun let out a howl of pain.

Aren't the Han people vulnerable? Aren't the natives the bravest warriors in the world? Isn't his father Chen Changming the most warlike toast among the natives?

Why would a father give up his only son? Why was the warlike father unable to break through the Han resistance? Why are brave Turen warriors constantly being killed by weak Han Chinese?

Why?

"No, father, take me with you......"

Caught in a frenzy, Chen Qingyun held his scimitar high and pounced on the Han soldiers besieging him.

The native soldiers who followed Chen Qingyun looked at each other, and they all saw firmness and conviction in each other's gazes.

"Rush ......"

The remaining native soldiers followed closely behind Chen Qingyun and launched a final attack.

"Stop the arrows and give them a fair chance." The besieged Han people Baihu Lu Qianli ordered.

Despite the hostility, Lu Qianli admired those who had the courage to charge to their deaths. These natives are not strong, and they are also a little cowardly, but their performance at the last moment did not weaken the reputation of the soldiers.

Chen Qingyun was the first to rush to the Han position.

"Duh......"

Lu Qianli shook his iron spear, stabbed forward, and hit Chen Qingyun's waist and abdomen.

Before Chen Qingyun's scimitar was cut, he felt cold in his waist and abdomen, and then a huge force provoked him, the whole person lost his center of gravity, and his body flew into the air following the provocation of the spear.

Chen Qingyun's body drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

The bright future of the native people came to an abrupt end.