Even though the city was broken and besieged, Murong Chui's Chinese army tent was still well-guarded and orderly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

With Murong Chui's special instructions, Wu Luolan's sleeping tent was not disturbed. But as soon as the sky was bright, the shouts of killing that had not been quiet for a long time became noisy again in this small city.

With a lot of age and deep tiredness built by Uroran, he was quickly woken up, and the intensity of it can be imagined!

The battles in the narrow streets of other alleys may also be due to mutual scruples, and they will test each other more than desperately; But on the main roads in all directions of Guangyang City, the big shield of the horse is rejected, the arrows are raining down, and the blood is red!

Murong Ling's usual self-respecting demeanor on weekdays has long been lost. The tiger helmet on his head was gray and crooked, unable to hide the blood-stained strands of hair, and the dusty face.

Murong Ling wiped his face fiercely, and his originally gray and black face suddenly turned black and red, but he didn't care, he just lowered his head and shouted angrily at the guards who were squatting at his feet: "Dog minion!" If you rub it again, Ben will cut off your head and sacrifice the flag! ”

The pro-soldier who was trying to bandage Murong Ling's thigh at his feet shook when he heard this, and quietly raised his eyes and glanced at Ba Lietong beside Murong Ling, and what he got was a copper bell-like angry look, and he hurriedly buried his head in a spirit, and said tremblingly: "Young, young general, it's not a small one, your knife wound is nothing at the moment, if you can rest for a while now, it will be fine soon." But if ...... But if I continue to exert force, I am afraid that it will get heavier and heavier, and after noon, I will have no strength at all......"

In Murong Ling's bloodshot eyes, his color flashed, and as soon as his right arm tightened, he was about to lift the treasure knife in his hand, and next to him, he knelt down with a "plop" and hugged Murong Ling's right arm: "Young General!" The major general wants to fight, how can we be domestic slaves not to die? It's just a young general, Guangyang is still very big, if you break your sharpness here, how can you explain it to Your Highness! ”

As soon as the sound of the call fell, there was another "buzzing" of bowstrings, and Murong Ling ordered the guards around him to immediately raise their heavy shields to protect the front.

From the gap in the heavy shield, it can be clearly seen that the arrows that are constantly "clanging" to the ground, accompanied by the screams in the distance on both sides, and the orders of their own generals to fight back angrily.

Murong Ling was about to grit his teeth to speak, when a guard in front of him suddenly snorted, and sat down on the ground softly, but he still tried his best to hold his shield high and not let it fall—but an arrow happened to pass through the gap between the shields and shot through his cheek. And there were other guards on the side who saw it, and quickly stepped up to the top and took over the heavy shield to prevent the shield array from being missing.

"Major General...... Army, I'm ...... Wife and children...... Seeking ......"

The unlucky guard spat out a few words in a daze, and then tilted his head and lost his breath.

Originally, such a scene was not uncommon in Guangyang's attack and defense, and Murong Ling and Murong Chui's personal guards didn't know how many dead and wounded, so they should have gotten used to it.

But the last words of this guard left the survivors silent. There were even a few guards who were also injured and rested in the back, and couldn't help but shed tears.

The Xianbei people are powerful and blessed on the heads of the Han people, which is a matter of course, and there is nothing to say. But within the Xianbei people, it is impossible to be harmonious.

It is inevitable that the strong will bully the weak, no matter how great a nation may be. Not to mention that a grassland people like Xianbei, who respect force and respect for force, have fallen in the Central Plains for nearly a hundred years.

Moreover, although these Murong Trai family guards are loyal to Murong Trai's family and have no complaints, they also know that their choice has actually become a thorn in the side of most of their fellow clansmen.

If you are here, you have an official body and courage, and you can always protect it.

If he dies, although Murong Chui's family has never been less compassionate and comforting, his wife and children will have to suffer some grievances in the next few days.

And the most serious thing is that if Murong Chui's family is defeated and dies, it will really be a catastrophe!

Everyone understands this truth, but everyone doesn't think about it or say it. But the guard was unconscious before he died, but he vomited all his worries.

Murong Ling's furious anger, which had been in his mouth since yesterday, finally went out a little.

After being silent for a long time, Murong Ling finally said softly: "The Wei army is powerful, I can just wait and defend the palace." Pull out the pass, contact the left and right defenders, advance and retreat should be consistent, and do not rush forward or retreat without authorization, so as not to suffer the enemy on the back of the defenders in other areas. ”

"Yes! Major General! ”

Baleton was overjoyed and was about to get up to give the order, but there was another bowstring rattle on the opposite side, and Baleton hurriedly squatted down again.

"Retreat! Withdraw! Use the private house as a cover, don't shake the bow and arrow of the Wei army head-on! ”

The resentment in his heart receded, and Murong Ling quickly regained his composure and judgment. In fact, he also knew that if he hadn't insisted on being on the front line, his own soldiers would not have been so hard-hitting. It's just that now, as the main general, if you do something wrong, you can't say too much, and everything will have to wait until after the war.

The soldiers of Beiyan who were at the forefront were all elite servants, otherwise they would not have followed Murong Ling. Before the Lord was hot-headed, they had no complaints. Now that the order is to retreat slightly, there is no joy of impatience.

Pack up your ordnance, cover with a big shield in front, and follow carefully in the rear, occasionally focusing on a few rounds of arrow rain, unhurried, and strive not to lose.

Although in this process, it was inevitable that there were still some Beiyan sergeants who were killed and wounded one after another, but everyone was skilled in pulling the wounded and even the dead away together, and there was no confusion.

Seeing the retreat of the Northern Yan's defensive line, the vanguard generals of the Wei army on the opposite side were also relieved. How many kills can be caused is secondary, his own commander Da Xijin is very dissatisfied with the current battle situation, especially last night by a wave of counterattacks by the Yan army, almost all positions in the city were lost.

Now as long as the front advances, it can be regarded as a good explanation.

Retreat in one place, retreat everywhere.

With the city as the center, such a street battle defense line generally needs to form a circle or square in the overall defense to avoid depression or protrusion in a certain direction. Freedom from flank and rear worries made it possible to concentrate all defensive efforts on the current direction.

The contraction of the Yan army's overall defense line was actually not caused by the loss of its own strength. On the contrary, reducing the contact area and concentrating defensive forces will make it more difficult for the Wei army to break through.

This is very general common sense.

Murong Ling felt so.

…………

"There's always a price."

Murong Chui just listened silently to the orders of the generals on the front line, without any intention of interfering.

"Unless you are a strategist, as a general, if you don't know the pain of defeat, how can you lead the three armies?"

Murong Chui's fingertips tapped the table, tapping one by one along with a strange rhythm.

"If it is the elite of the headquarters, it can't be seriously injured or injured, and it can't really decline, so that Da Xijin feels that the victory in this battle is within reach, but it is always separated by such a layer...... So how can he do it his own way and indulge the rear? ”

"TD, don't talk about it......"

Wu Luolanjian couldn't bear to interrupt.

Those who are about to be abandoned by Murong Chui are the loyal elites who have followed him for many years, and there are also many descendants of Wu Luolanjian. Once mourned, how can you not mourn?

But this is Murong Chui's decision. Regarding Murong Chui's decision on the battlefield, Wu Luolanjian could only choose to believe and obey.

Murong raised his head and closed his eyes as if with emotion, and after a moment, he sighed lightly and clapped his hands three times in a row.

Three guards entered from outside the tent and skillfully pulled open a cloth blanket on the ground, a wooden pull ring panel, and appeared in front of them.

"Ling'er, after all, the pattern is too small. That's ...... National War! The essence of a country, not only soldiers, but also equipment......"

Murong sighed heavily, pulled up the pull ring with his own hands, and underneath was a pitch-black space that seemed to be endless.