Since the heavy snowstorm that lasted for half a decade around four years of Tongguang, during this period of time, the God of Liaodong seemed to be asleep, and he was no longer interested in the goddess scattering flowers and scattering a heavy snow. There was no heavy snow, the cold wind was still blowing tightly, and the sky was as gloomy as a pot lid, which made the people under the sky feel depressed.

In front of the layers of white tents, thousands of Khitan warriors are attacking the city day and night, and the sound of killing is incessant day and night, and it is terrifying to hear.

Some time ago, because of his meritorious service in the battle of Liaodong with the Lu Long Army, he was appointed as a new army soldier of the Anbei battalion, and he was fighting desperately inside and outside the city. Whether it is the head of the city, the arrow tower, or the outside of the hidden soldier cave, a thrilling and tragic battle is being staged.

Peng Zushan, who got down from the horse, had a face as heavy as water, and strode into the tent without saying a word, and the blood stains on his armor were dense, covering the original color of the armor, and he looked extremely hideous.

Just now, he led the soldiers of the Anbei Battalion who rushed over from Jian'an City to assist Bo Fan City and fought hard for a while, but still failed to break through the Khitan army's defense line, but suffered a lot of losses, which made his heart clouded with a thick haze.

Four days ago, he led reinforcements to the outskirts of Bo Shan City, and at that time the Khitan army had been storming Bo Fan City for a long time. In the past four days, Peng Zushan led the charge and fought with the Khitan army no less than a dozen times, hoping to break through the Khitan army formation, but each time he returned with a halberd. On several occasions, the Anbei battalion was even almost encircled and eaten by the Khitan army, if it weren't for his quick reaction and quick withdrawal from the battle when he saw that the situation was not good, he would have died before he could leave the army.

In the past four days, the 5,000 soldiers of the Anbei Battalion who accompanied him to rescue Bo Fan City suffered heavy casualties, Peng Zushan was silent, but his heart was like dripping blood. The 10,000 soldiers of the Anbei battalion, from the day they entered the camp, were trained by him, and they went to Liaodong, and he was the main general, and he was heartbroken when he lost one.

However, what made Peng Zushan feel more painful than the casualties of the soldiers was that he had not been able to break through the Khitan defense line so far.

"The marshal went out to the Bohai Sea and let the general guard Jian'an City, which was to hand over Liaodong and the back of the entire army to the general. The army went on an expedition to the Bohai Sea, and the battle line was so long, and the fool also knew the importance of stability in the rear, and once the enemy copied the back road, Rao is army would become a rootless tree and fall into a desperate situation no matter how brilliant the results were achieved on the front line. Defending Liaodong and defending the supply line, this heavy burden, the commander handed over to me in the Anbei Battalion, is to look up to me Peng, and also to look down on the 10,000,318 soldiers of the entire battalion of my Anbei Battalion! ”

Peng Zushan stared at the commanders in front of him with red eyes, and his tone was tragic, because of the successive battles, each battle was the first soldier, Peng Zushan not only had more than ten large and small wounds on his body, including a scar on his face, which spread from the left forehead to the right side of his face, and almost cut off his nose, if it weren't for the helmet being hard enough, he would have become a disfigured corpse by now. The scar was too long, and no matter how you looked at it, it looked hideous, and as he shouted the last words, the wound cracked again, oozing black blood.

Peng Zushan stretched out his hand and wiped his face indiscriminately, this time he broke the wound, the blood flowed more fiercely, the guards couldn't look past it, and rushed up to bandage him, Peng Zushan pushed away the guards, pulled out the horizontal knife, slashed it on the table in front of him, stared at the main general, his voice was hoarse, and he roared in a low voice: "But I waited for four days to fight, and I couldn't repel the barbarian army, which is really a great shame, and I am even more ashamed of the trust of the military commander in us!" ”

At this point, he took a deep breath and continued: "The Khitan barbarians have carefully arranged the siege of the city, we have rushed into battle so many times, they have always dealt with us so many troops, our troops are fighting outside the city, and it is true that we can disperse a part of the Khitan barbarians and reduce the pressure on Bo Fan City, but there are too many barbarians on the dog day, if we can't break the formation, expand the results of the battle, and repel these 30,000 barbarians, according to the current situation, Bo Fan City will not be guaranteed sooner or later!" ”

Because of the successive battles, I don't know when the last time he drank water, Peng Zushan's throat was already burning and about to smoke, and these words roared out of his throat, extremely hoarse, full of a taste of pathos.

"The left flank of the Barbarian Army is a little weaker, and that's our only opportunity. At present, in order to break through the barbarian army formation, only one part can act as a blade, break through the barbarian army from the Chinese army, attract the barbarians to join the siege, and cause the barbarian army formation to change, so that the other departments can take the opportunity to break through the left flank of the barbarian army formation and break the formation! ”

Speaking of this, Peng Zushan said to a commander: "Ke Shanmao, Ben will assign you another commander, the next time you fight with the barbarians, you see the right time, when Ben will break into the middle and the barbarian army will be encircled, you will break through its left flank!" Remember, this is our only chance, if you mess up the general, Lao Tzu will smash your military flag! ”

A general, who was about the same age as Peng Zushan, clenched his fists when he heard this, gritted his teeth and said: "Don't worry, general, if the last general makes a mistake, he is willing to come to see him!" After speaking, he suddenly reacted and changed color: "General, you want to make the bait yourself?" This must not be! ”

After that, he generously asked for his life, "The last general is willing to replace the general and go to the middle of the barbarian!" ”

The wound on Peng Zushan's face was bleeding non-stop, and he wiped it off a few times, and his whole face was no different from Guan Gong, this scene fell in the eyes of the generals, like a needle piercing the heart, Ke Shanmao's voice did not fall, and the generals rushed to shout: "General, the last general is willing to replace the general!" ”

"Shut up Lao Tzu!" Peng Zushan reprimanded impatiently, "Is Lao Tzu the commander of the Anbei camp, or are you?" This is a military order! ”

"General!" The generals still want to persuade again.

"That's it! After two days of fighting, repeated battles, and no success, do you still have the heart to do a woman's battle here?! Peng Zushan shouted angrily and slammed his fist on the desk, but he used too much force to smash the desk directly.

All the generals were ashamed, and those with a strong temperament were already clenched tightly, and the green tendons on the back of their hands were bursting out.

Peng Zushan sat down behind the desk, motioned to the guards who had been waiting anxiously to come forward and bandage his wounds, paused, and eased his tone, "Bo Fan City can't be lost, Liaodong can't be destroyed in the hands of me Peng Zushan, let alone in the hands of Anbei Ying." Otherwise, I won't have the face to see my son. ”

waved his hand, "Get out, don't hinder Lao Tzu's healing." Speaking of this, he added: "In two hours, assemble and fight again!" ”

The generals looked at each other, and finally had to retreat with their fists clenched.

All the commanders who walked out of the big tent looked bad, and one of the commanders walked beside Ke Shanmao and said to him: "The general insists on risking his life, what can I do?" ”

Ke Shanmao glanced up at the gloomy sky, and said in a cold voice: "If the main general dies, I will wait for me to be a general, and I will not talk about military law, what face will be draped in this layer of iron in the future?" ”

After speaking, he didn't say a word and strode away.

The commander who asked the questioner looked at Ke Shanmao's departing back and fell silent.

He knew that Ke Shanmao had already made up his mind to pay attention, and he was going to fight to the death.

Thinking of this, the commander also hurried back to the camp.

The Anbei battalion has just taken off the identity of the new army, and the sergeant of the army is just a few people before this war. But these commanders and commanders have been fighting for many years.

The Anbei battalion is indeed a new army, but the new army may not be able to fight to the death. Even if the soldiers can't fight to the death, they, the veterans of the Hundred Battles Army, never lack the courage to fight to the death!

In the big tent, Peng Zushan, who had just finished bandaging his wounds, closed his eyes and recuperated quietly. The large and small wounds all over his body, like a thorn in his back, were painful, and every wound was like thousands of ants gnawing on flesh and blood, which made him extremely painful, but his face did not change at all.

The barbarians besieging Bo Fan City are not bad in battle. In the next battle, Peng Zushan knew that he was more than lucky. But he doesn't regret making such a tactical arrangement, because he can't lose this battle.

With his eyes closed, Peng Zushan's thoughts fluttered.

"Childe, four years ago, from Jinyang to Qimen to join you, Mo Li is already the first military division Mo Shenji, is your real right-hand man, Meng Ping is already the main general of the Chinese army, in charge of the most elite backbone of the Hundred Battles Army, every battle must be the first to break the enemy, even Zhang Ziyun has become the leader of the officials who lead the town, only I, the person who was sent by the old general to take care of you, has not done an inch at the beginning, they are still just a group of milky boys, and I am already the old general's general!"

"This time, you asked me to be the chief general of this Anbei battalion, and I will give it to 10,000 soldiers, so that I can command thousands of troops and horses, and make meritorious contributions on the battlefield, what a great honor this is - Meng Ping's kid, he has made so many meritorious contributions, and now he is only commanding 3,000 people!"

"Childe, when you built an army in Qimen, you couldn't even get together 3,000 people, and now, look at how strong the Youzhou army is! In the past four years, you have led everyone to fight in the north and south, save Zelu, Kehuaimeng, defeat Wang Yanzhang in the battle on the river, and break through Liangdu in a battle, how magnificent! Originally, the last general thought that after destroying the Liang Kingdom, you would pick a fat shortage to serve as the envoy of the festival, but he never thought that you would invite yourself to Lulong, a place where birds don't, to fight with the Khitan barbarians. At first, I really don't understand, what do you say? ”

"Later, seeing your various actions in Lu Long, the last general is no longer heartless, and he also knows that Gongzi, in your heart, there are things that we people can't fit in a lifetime."

The corners of Peng Zushan's mouth, whose eyes were closed, moved slightly, as if he was laughing, which made the guards who always paid attention to his state on the side feel inexplicable.

A drop of blood oozed from the wound and slid down the curve of the corner of his mouth.

"When I was in Qimen, the last general knew that Childe was ambitious, but he didn't know that Childe's mind was so big. Now, the last general may still not know it thoroughly, but it doesn't matter, at least the four words 'border protection and thief', the last general remembers. ”

"Border protection and thief, son, you have only been crowned for a long time, but you are already willing to fight outside the country for the border land of Lulong, for the tens of millions of Han people in the Central Plains not to suffer from the poison of barbarians, no matter how rude I Peng Zushan is, I also know that I must not drag you back!"

I don't know when, Peng Zushan's hand clenched the horizontal knife that drank countless blood.

Outside the tent, the war drums roared, and the golden iron horse.

On the twenty-fourth day of the first month of the fourth year of Tongguang, when Shen Shi, Peng Zushan led 5,000 soldiers of the Anbei Battalion to rescue Bo Fan City, and took the lead in the eleventh bloody battle with the Khitan army outside the city.

At that time, in the rushing battle, Peng Zushan was hit by more than a dozen arrows, his armor was scattered, his facial features were bloody, and he was still fighting to the death, shouting in his mouth: "I am under the command of Gongzi, the general Peng Zushan!" ”

After a long battle, he did not hesitate to fall into a deep siege, and finally exchanged for the Anbei battalion to shake the Khitan army formation slightly.

At the critical moment, Huang Fulin led reinforcements to arrive, and then helped Anbei Camp break through the Khitan army formation.

On that day, the 30,000 Khitan army had to give up the siege and retreat ten miles.

After the war, Peng Zushan, who was carried back to the camp by the guards, bled all the way.