Chapter Ninety-Three: Wang Qian's Martial Bravery

I don't know how long it has been, Zhao Yue is bored and is about to fall asleep. Suddenly, the voice of the idiot asked.

"Young master, judging from the ministers, the arrangement made by the young master this time seems to have the intention of capturing Sun Ce alive, I don't know if the young master has this idea."

Zhao Yue hates that all thoughts are seen, but he also likes that someone can understand his inner thoughts, "Yes, idiot, our army has just established itself in Luoyang, and we need to recruit talents to become bigger." Sun Jian is dead, and many generals under Sun Ce and Sun Jian in the past are under Yuan Shu's tent at the moment, and I want to take advantage of this time to capture them alive and then surrender. In this way, there is only good for the development of our Great Qin, and there is no harm. Zhao Yue straightened up and said solemnly.

In his opinion, it was a matter of course.

Meng Idiot smiled slightly: "The minister can't bear to hit the young master, but from what the minister sees, this is an unattainable thing; After all, Sun Ce is the son of Sun Jian, the tiger of Jiangdong, although he is at the end of his rope at the moment and is forced to join Yuan Shu, he must also be preparing at all times, wanting to raise his own army and establish a foundation after getting exercise, so as to live up to his father's reputation. ”

Zhao Yue was silent when he heard this, he felt that what Meng Idiot said had a certain truth, and he felt that if Sun Ce wanted to make trouble, his motivation should be the same as himself, that is, in order to live up to the honor of his deceased ancestors, he knew that this was a very powerful driving force.

Meng Idiot continued: "Young Master, according to the number of days, it is absolutely impossible for the Sun family's bloodline to be cut off, and it is also difficult for the young master to tame the little tiger under the tent. That being the case, I suggest the young master. It's better to open up the net when it's time to be merciful, so that we can bury one more way back for our Daqin in the future. ”

Zhao Yue didn't speak. He understood what it meant to be fooled. The idiot wanted him to let Sun Ce go at the right time, so that Sun Ce could be grateful to them, so that when they needed help in the future, he could also see Sun Ce as a person who could ask for help.

After all, everything has just started, and it is still necessary to focus on the heroes of the world, and not to offend people easily. It is better to settle the dispute than to settle it, of course Zhao Yue understands this truth. In fact, this time, if it weren't for the idiot who made the decision on his own, he would get involved in the war in the Central Plains. Zhao Yue definitely didn't want to get involved in the war between Cao Cao and Yuan Shu.

The moonlight in the sky was a little dim, a hint of mist obscured the moon, and the night was already deep, which was the best time to launch an attack. Zhao Yue was a little sleepy, but he knew that now was not the time to rest.

Reluctantly to his feet, he ordered his men to prepare the fire in private, and then he stepped on his horse and drew his iron sword. Pointing to Yuan Shujun's large camp where he was hoarding grain, his resolute face was full of seriousness and shouted: "Soldiers, rush!" ”

This moment was something he had thought about countless times before, and there was still a difference in actually making it.

The soldiers who were lying in ambush heard the order of the commander-in-chief. rushed out, under the leadership of Wang Qian, and rushed to the camp of Yuan Shujun, which was located in the middle of Wushan.

Inside the camp. The fifteen thousand people led by Sun Ce were already asleep, and only Sun Ce was still in the tent with his eyes closed and meditating. He was thinking about his future path, whether he would stay under Yuan Shu's hand all the time. Or find an opportunity to go somewhere else to make trouble, the answer is a matter of course, but Sun Ce thinks that it is necessary for him to stay under Yuan Shu for a while and learn something.

A shout suddenly sounded from all around, which made Sun Ce, who had followed his father for a long time, immediately realize what was happening. He never expected that Yuan Shu's army of more than 100,000 could not completely contain the enemy, and Cao Cao still had the strength to come and attack the grain and grass. He didn't know at all that the person who came was not Cao Cao, but his old friend.

After Zhao Yue's soldiers killed several patrol soldiers who were in charge of guarding the camp by Yuan Shujun, they opened the door of the camp and rushed in together.

The soldiers obeyed Zhao Yue's orders, and did not put the main task on killing people at all, as soon as they entered the camp, they threw the torches in their hands to the many grains and grasses covered by white cloths, and the flames met the dry grains and grasses, and they ignited at the touch of a button, instantly turning the entire camp into a sea of fire.

Sun Ce stepped on his horse in shock, gathered the soldiers who came out of the tent under the protection of Cheng Pu and others, and prepared to fight.

"Don't panic! Don't panic, stick to your position, take your weapons, and line up in formation! Sun Ce watched the men and horses under his command scurrying around in the fire like headless flies, and his heart was anxious.

The night was very thick, and with the momentum of the fire, they couldn't tell how many people Zhao Yue had under them, so in a panic, the 15,000 men and horses were defeated by the 2,000 people.

Zhu Zhi helped Sun Ce gather his team on the side, while Cheng Pu led an army to find a way out.

Wang Jian found Sun Ce in the firelight, and was about to step forward to compete with him, but suddenly remembered something, tore off a piece of white cloth on the big tent on the side, covered his face, and then rode forward with a knife and shouted: "Sun Bofu, I heard that you are a person with martial arts, meet you this time, compete with me!" ”

Sun Ce was anxious, and when he was panicking, he heard someone provoking him, and he was not convinced, so he immediately raised his gun to fight. The two fought together, just three moves, Sun Ce changed his angry expression, but said in surprise: "Who are you with this knife technique!?" ”

Hua Xiong didn't say anything, and continued to swing his knife to slash, although Sun Ce was able to parry, but he was flustered, and the situation around him was not in his favor, so he was very weak-hearted, so his marksmanship gradually became invincible.

Not far away, next to the burned grain and grass stack, Cheng Pu had already figured out the way to retreat, rushed back to meet Sun Ce's retreat, and saw that Sun Ce was fighting alone, he didn't care much, and hurriedly came to help. Zhu Zhi commanded the defeated soldiers to no avail, and also threw himself into the ranks of pincerizing Wang Qian.

Wang Jian fought three people with the strength of one person, and his martial arts were comprehensive and exquisite, majestic and vigorous, and his spirit was doubled.

Sun Ce's face was embarrassed, and he asked with some fear: "Masked general, can you report your name?" ”

Wang Qian's voice was covered by the white cloth, and he couldn't make people hear a familiar feeling, and he laughed and said on the horse: "I am Wang Qian, the general under the command of Zhao Changjiao in Luoyang, you must have heard of my name and surname!" ”

"Wang, Wang Qian!" Sun Ce's eyes widened in surprise, as Sun Jian's eldest son, he was superb in martial arts, and he was a person who was familiar with the famous generals of all dynasties, at this time, when he heard this name, he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, his face was frightened, and he didn't have the heart to fight.

"Lord, I have already found a way to retreat, it is better to retreat first, stay in the green mountains, and I am not afraid of no firewood!" Cheng Pu stabbed Wang Jian with a spear, but Wang Jian easily dodged him, and he took the opportunity to say. (To be continued.) )