It is also a wilderness, a military camp, a city, but there is no too obvious strange style in a different place, only one or twenty miles away from Hengzhou City, two heads poked out of the grass and trees, two pairs of obsidian-like eyes stared at Hengzhou City and the Khitan military camp outside the city, thief bright.

I'm afraid no one knows, these two heads are lying here, and they haven't moved for half a minute for a whole day and a night. This is almost a difficult thing to understand, ordinary people always have to eat, drink and Lazar, but this is not a problem for these two people, in this matter at the moment, looking at Youzhou, Bohai, and Khitan armies, it is difficult for anyone to be more professional than them.

They are from the Youzhou Yanwu Academy.

One of the heads glanced at the sky and whispered to the other: "It's been twelve hours, everything that should be found out has been recorded, General Huangfu is still waiting for us to go back, it's time to go." ”

The other head reconfirmed the piece of paper in front of him with handwriting and lines, and nodded, "Let's go." ”

The two men in full disguise quietly left the place, erasing all traces along the way, leaving nothing behind, until they were nearly ten miles away from the hiding place, and the two took out the horses from the hiding place and galloped wildly.

It is hard for others to imagine that the two people, who are now the commanders of the 500 official residences, would take such a risk to sneak less than 20 miles away from Hengzhou to investigate the Khitan military camp outside the city at close range.

Out of the range of the Khitan army's rangers outside the city, the two breathed a sigh of relief, and one of them had the interest to speak, and said to his companion beside him: "With this map, the Khitan camp is clear at a glance, and when the army comes to attack, it can seize the opportunity to break into the camp from the weakest point of its defense when its defense is the most lax, so as to succeed in a battle." If the war goes well, how can we both take the lead? ”

Hearing this, his companion sneered and said, "An Datou, your mind is full of military merits, right?" ”

"Zhao Tietou, don't be hard-mouthed, don't you expect this military feat?" The person who spoke before sneered, "Now that the situation of the Bohai War is becoming clearer and clearer, in my opinion, it is inevitable that the army will win and return, and you don't want to return to your hometown when the time comes?" ”

The two people who spoke were An Chongrong and Zhao Hongyin.

The two of them have completed the semester of the martial arts academy, and like the other first batch of trainees, they entered the new army after leaving school, and they are the backbone of the new army, and now both of them are already commanders. After the new army secretly drove out of Lulong and supported the victory in the battlefield of Bo Fencheng, it was led by Huang Fulin and went straight to Hengzhou. As the forerunners, An Chongrong and Zhao Hongyin's subordinates undertook the important task of opening the way for the army, and this sneak trip to touch the bottom of the Khitan army outside Hengzhou City was due to such a situation.

"Returning home?" Zhao Hongyin chewed on this word, and shook his head unexpectedly, as if he was talking to himself: "Is that all?" ”

An Chongrong was puzzled, and wondered: "Do you have greater ambitions?" After that, he gave a thumbs up and said, "I can't imagine it, Zhao Tietou, you are actually a big ambition, why didn't I find out before?" ”

Zhao Hongyin laughed at himself, "Big ambition? I just don't want to be forgotten, the leopard dies and the skin leaves the name, and I have to be remembered so that my husband can live up to his seven-foot body. ”

Such an answer made An Chongrong deeply agree, and he nodded: "That's right." Compared with returning to his hometown, leaving a name in history does sound a little more heroic! ”

Zhao Hongyin still shook his head, as if An Chongrong didn't pay attention to him at all, his expression was as lonely as this wilderness, but his eyes had a shining fire, and his next words made An Chongrong speechless, "As a sergeant, fighting on the battlefield, shedding blood and making meritorious contributions, whether it is to protect the family and defend the country, or to gain fame and wealth, it is fate." But the sergeant is too lonely, we fight, bleed, die, dedicate our strength and blood to this country, and spend our lives as the master, but we are not seen by the people. 100,000 soldiers, died on the battlefield, the vast majority of them have no trace - no glory, no praise, disabled and retired, and then a lifetime, and finally ignored and forgotten. In every battle, there are countless good men, horse leather shrouds, and brocade robes - this world is unfair, in the end, only soldiers can remember soldiers, only comrades can remember comrades! Those moral masters who live in temples and halls, those ordinary people who are far away from the rivers and lakes, how do you know whose children died in a foreign land for them, and they are just buried with white bones in a handful of loess? How many people in this world know their names, understand their joys and sorrows, and care about their love and hatred? ”

Looking up at the sky, Zhao Hongyin gritted his teeth and said, "This is not fair!" Every son-in-law has his own childhood sweetheart, his own white-haired parents, and he shoulders the hopes of his family, how can he be so disregarded? He took a deep breath and looked at him resolutely, "So I want to get ahead, I want to be remembered!" ”

An Chongrong looked at the robe in front of him, who had been getting along almost day and night, and found that the other party was a little strange for the first time. However, Zhao Hongyin's words made An Chongrong fall into deep thought.

After they safely joined Huang Fu Lin on the march, the Battle of Hengzhou entered a turning point

Unlike the situation on the battlefield in Hengzhou, the war in the Tongshui Valley has reached a dead end, and the situation is constantly deteriorating.

Originally, the Khitan army had an advantage, and the Hundred Battles Army relied on the quality of its soldiers and equipment advantages to stabilize the situation, but when the Khitan reinforcements arrived, in the face of the Khitan Army with a total of more than 50,000 soldiers, the Hundred Battles Army fought for every extra moment, and the losses were irrepressible and heavier.

Although the terrain of the Tongshui River Valley is long and narrow, and each department can rotate to rest, this kind of rest and recuperation is relative, and the inflow of fresh blood of the Khitan army makes every soldier of the Hundred Battles Army tired every moment.

The fatigue of the soldiers means that the combat strength decreases and the casualties increase. And the hundred battle army that cannot be replenished, the soldiers can only fight less and less. Whether or not they were defeated by the Khitan new forces with a thunderous force was already the result of desperate fighting and hard support by the officers and men of all parts of the Hundred Battles Army.

However, everyone knows that there is a limit to this support, and the strings are tightened more and more, and there will be a moment when they will break.

After Ding Mao, who was covered in blood, was rotated from the front, he didn't care about bandaging his wounds carefully, and he couldn't wait to run in front of Li Shaocheng, complaining and sad: "Deputy marshal, I can't hold on!" If you continue to fight like this, you can't withdraw if you want to, so stop it! ”

Li Shaocheng didn't look at Ding Mao, and said coldly: "What are the casualties of your department?" ”

"More than 2,700 people from our department participated in the battle, and there are less than 2,000 people who can still fight!" Ding Mao said with a sad face, "Deputy Marshal, the Hundred Battles Army is the old bottom of the army commander, it makes no sense to fight such a battle and be consumed like this!" ”

"Reason?" Li Shaocheng sneered and pointed to the battlefield, "Meng Ping's department, fighting for six hours a day, his troops are all 500 people, and now there are only more than 100 people left!" Instead, you go and talk to Meng Ping, what is the truth? ”

"Deputy Marshal" Ding Mao was so anxious that he almost cried, only feeling extremely aggrieved.

"General Ding, I have already said in advance that this battle is a battle to the death, and if the commander does not give the order, even if the battle is carried out until the whole army is annihilated, he cannot take a step back!" Li Shaocheng said coldly and ruthlessly, "Since you can't lead the army to fight anymore, I will do it for you!" ”

With that, Li Shaocheng stepped on the war horse brought by the guards and rushed to the battlefield.

Ding Mao's face turned red, he was extremely annoyed, and with a strange scream, he rushed to the battlefield after Li Shaocheng, "Death is death, Lao Ding has never been afraid of death!" ”