Chapter 67: Autumn Dew (Part II)

It's not that he Yang is arrogant, in the more than four years since his debut, he has fought with Ni Wenjun, Zhao Pusheng, Peng Yingyu and other red scarf celebrities one after another, and the probability of winning is at least more than ninety percent. Even if you are occasionally negligent and are bargained for by the other party, you will soon be able to regroup and get back the money you lost before!

Especially in the mountains and forests, he is almost victorious in every battle. After any Red Turban Army enters the mountains, its combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced due to the restrictions of the terrain. And the Miao army under his command Yang Wanzhi can get a great bonus in combat effectiveness. Make the most of the terrain and experience to strike at your opponents, who will quickly reduce their morale to the brink of collapse.

Mountain warfare is no better than flat land. There is not much space for the two sides to set up a formation, and it is difficult to give full play to the advantage of numbers. On any hill, there are only a limited number of roads leading to the top. On any road, on the way, there will be several keys that are easy to defend and difficult to attack. As long as the side that is familiar with the terrain gets stuck in a key position, the other side will be hindered from attacking, and it will not be able to move forward for half a step for a long time.

When the attacker pays a huge price and completely captures a mountain, it is often depressed to find that the defender has withdrawn the main force to another higher mountain, and the ordeal they have experienced before will have to be repeated again or several times.

Two mountains that seem to be no more than 500 steps away from each other usually need to walk 1,500 or even 2,000 steps to actually climb up. Traps can be hidden anywhere along the way, and even behind a seemingly inconspicuous stone, hundreds of ambushes can suddenly jump out!

Four hills, more than 2,000 paces in a straight line, abundant water, grain, grass, bows and arrows, gunpowder, and high morale. Yang Wanzhi couldn't think of it anyway, so why did Zhu Butcher come to the door to fight him?!

It is true that the Huai'an Army's firearms are unparalleled in the world in terms of quantity and quality. But the range of the four-pound cannon is only a few hundred steps, how can it be possible to bombard directly from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain? On the other hand, the guns on the Huai'an warship are said to have a very long range, but their weight is definitely not too light. Baiqiling is also forty or fifty miles away from the nearest river, unless Na Zhu Butcher really knows how to spell, otherwise, why did he move a huge cannon weighing thousands of catties to the mountain?

Repeatedly calculating the advantages and disadvantages of both the enemy and the enemy in his heart, the more Yang Wanzhi calculated, the more confident he became. looked through the thin night, as if he had seen the day when he dragged the Huai'an army down, and then went straight to Yangzhou.

At this time, accompanied by the roar of artillery fire, a long poem was chanted, showing the grace of the commander. But some people are just not interesting, and before Yang Wanzhi finished searching his intestines and scraping his stomach to finish the second sentence, he suddenly jumped up and reminded loudly: "My lord, the situation is not quite right!" ”

"You" Yang Wanzhi's half of the poetry was suffocated back into his stomach, so he was not annoyed. However, seeing that the person who spoke was Zhang Yu, he decisively swallowed back the second half of the curse. "You, is that you? Bi Gong, what do you think about your old age? ”

"Something is wrong, the cannon fire at the foot of the mountain has been fired at least fifty times, but it has neither intention of stopping, nor advancing a single bit!" The old Confucian Zhang Yu decisively ignored the dissatisfaction in Yang Wanzhi's words, frowned, and added loudly.

"So what? The cannon made by the Zhu butcher is sturdy, but it is famous! Yang Wanzhi glanced at him and frowned slightly.

The best artillery on the imperial court's side must also stop and cool down for half an hour if it is fired more than fifteen times in a row, otherwise the chance of exploding the chamber will increase exponentially. The four-pound cannon captured by the Miao army from the Red Turban Thief was able to be fired forty times in a row and was still unharmed. This is almost common sense for any general with experience in victory. Why did Lao Zhangtou suddenly become confused?

Just as he was puzzled, he saw Zhang Yu stomp his foot violently, and added irritably: "The key is that he didn't move forward." This is not a mountain to blow up stones, why should the surnamed Zhu line up dozens of cannons and bombard Wanzhutai more than once? According to common sense, he should have stopped the artillery a long time ago, and then sent his foot soldiers forward to probe the catties of Shi Meng's toast! ”

"Hiss——!" Hearing this, Yang Wanzhi immediately gasped.

Although he was full of confidence in his side, he didn't dare to underestimate Zhu Butcher too much. After all, the other party has not suffered a defeat since his debut, and he has made a name for himself on both sides of the Yellow River.

"I remember, yes, it's the sound of the east hitting the west, the sound of the east hitting the west. Back then, outside Huai'an City, he did just that. Not giving Yang Wanzhi a chance to think carefully at all, the old Confucian Zhang Yu shouted hoarsely, "Quick, take a look, see if there are any omissions in other places!" Be careful when the Zhu butcher is taking advantage of the fact that our attention is on Wanzhutai."

"Where?" Yang Wanzhi was trembling in his heart by the other party's words, and looked around in circles. In front of them are Tiger Ridge, Land Temple and Wanzhutai, and behind them is the main peak of Baiqiling, which is more than 100 zhang high.

On the left is the tribe of his good friend and old neighbor Aduo Tusi, and his confidant Xiao Yu? Right

"Impossible!" In the next moment, Yang Wanzhi suddenly let out a desperate exclamation from his mouth. About three miles to the right is a broken wall, and it is impossible to climb any living creature except for monkeys! However, as early as half an hour ago, when the cannon just sounded, he sent his cronies Zhong Xiaozi to inspect with hundreds of brothers, why hasn't there been any news sent back yet?!

"Blow the horn, hurry up and blow the horn, let the two Yang generals, let everyone on the nearby hill move closer to the Chinese army!" The old Confucian Zhang Yu also lived up to his reputation, and he pushed Yang Wanzhi's personal guard Yang Xiong and ordered loudly.

Zhong Xiaozi took 500 people to inspect the cliff, but so far no one has returned. With the sound of artillery, he was able to quietly kill Zhong Xiaozi and all the five hundred brothers under his command, and the soldiers and horses climbed up by the other party were at least three times that of five hundred.

"Blow the horn, hurry up and blow the horn, according to the words of the military advisor, let the brothers from the neighboring mountains move closer to me!!" Yang Wanzhi finally woke up like a dream, and pushed his own soldiers from the other side, and he was angry.

"Woo-woo-woo--" The heralds blew their horns and sent Yang Wanzhi's order. The low, irritable sound of horns echoed through the mountains, making people's hearts tense.

In the mountains, countless horns burst into harmony, like a tiger roaring and a dragon groaning. However, none of them came from Yang Wanzhi's command.

The Tusi under his command had just received an order to 'stand still and wait for dawn'. In such a short time, it was impossible to respond to an order that was completely opposite. These horns can only come from another wave of people, that is, the Red Turban Huai'an Army.

When they came, they secretly sneaked into Baiqiling just as the mountain people were worshipping the full moon; When they came, just when Yang Wanzhi was confused by the sound of cannons at Wanzhutai, they secretly approached the center of the Miao army, Ziyuntai; He sent countless scouts to blow the horn of attack near the garrisons of the Miao army and disturb the morale of the opponent's army; They climbed over the cliff, secretly slaughtered the sentinels of Zhong Xiaozi's department, and then killed Yang Wanzhi himself!

Although the moonlight was bright, no one could see how many soldiers and horses the Huai'an army had sent. The craggy rocks, the towering ancient trees, and the artemisia grass swaying in the night wind seem to have life at this moment. Lined up, marching in neat steps, the Chinese army that pressed towards Yang Wanzhi layer by layer, ready to do the right thing for heaven and crush this group of brutal murderers into powder.

Each elf tree monster has a knife in one hand and a huge horn in the other. Every time I take a few steps forward, I blow hard, "Woo woo woo - woo —————— woo!" ”

"Woo!" Yang Xiong, a pro-soldier Qianhu, was really unwilling to wait for the opponent to kill him in the moonlight, dropped the horns of the herald, pulled out his waist knife, and pointed sharply at the most likely position of the enemy, "Follow me!" It's a mule or a horse, just kill it! ”

"Kill it! Kill it! The two twiners, with their own stalks, roared and followed. Follow him and pounce in the direction where the enemy is most likely to arrive.

The mountain road is difficult to walk, and even if the surrounding Tusi and leaders immediately lead their soldiers and horses to the Chinese army, they will not be able to arrive after half an hour. Until then, they must do their duty as soldiers.

"From today on, you Yang Xiong is my own brother!" Yang Wanzhi did not stop his subordinates' rash moves, instead, he suddenly drew his waist knife, slashed it towards his left arm, and then let the blood drip down the blade and fall to the ground. "Change your name to Toshio! From now on, we will share blessings and misfortunes! ”

"Blessings and misfortunes!" Yang Xiong opened his throat and repeated loudly, without looking back.

"Blessings and misfortunes!" "Blessings and misfortunes!" The two hundred mountain guards opened their throats, repeating a promise that would never be kept, and strode forward.

"Keep up, keep up!" Infected by the surrounding feelings, four more twine with red eyes immediately beckoned their respective subordinates and chased after the first wave of people.

Two waves of guards one after the other, accompanied by the noisy sound of horns around them, approached the cliff where their robes had disappeared before. In the blink of an eye, I walked four or five hundred steps. At the moment when they were about to leave Yang Wanzhi's field of vision, on the hillside in front of them, another sentry suddenly rushed over.

The previous generals were only five feet tall, but their shoulders were more than three feet wide. In his hand, he dragged a huge iron thistle bone upside down, rubbing against the flint on the ground as he went, clanging and splashing sparks.

This appearance and style are not the Zhong dwarf who was ordered to explore the broken wall before, which one is it? Yang Xiong, who was guarding Qianhu, saw that the nerves that were originally tense quickly relaxed. waved his waist knife and scolded loudly: "Grandma, you Zhong Shorty, where did you die to buckle your butt!" I almost scared Lao Tzu to death."

"It's you who scares you!" Zhong Dwarf jumped forward a few steps suddenly, and the iron thistle bone bounced up from the ground in an instant, and rushed straight to Yang Xiong's top door with the sound of the wind.

"Poof!" In an instant, there were thousands of peach blossoms. Miao Jun Guards Thousand Households Yang Xiong didn't even have time to snort, his skull shattered, and he was out of breath on the spot!

Note: I have to catch a flight back to Beijing tomorrow and cannot update. In the last 20 days, I will wander between Beijing and Inner Mongolia, and the update will not be too stable, so please forgive me.