Dark clouds completely enveloped the land in front of them, and the warriors of Bashu only knew that the danger was in front of them, but they had no way of knowing how many enemies were coming. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But it doesn't matter if you know or not, what matters is how to shoot the feather arrow in your hand as quickly as possible to the place where the sound came from.

Such a sound was too shocking, and the unknown panic deepened the fear in my heart. Only non-stop archery can relieve the anxiety in my heart.

Fortunately, these people took advantage of the fact that the Qin army had not launched a surprise attack, and dug a deep trench in front of the camp gate, if not, they would have turned around and fled for their lives on the pass.

For the Qin army, it is still very helpful, the lights in the Bashu military camp exposed the Bashu warriors one after another, and the crossbowmen kept shooting arrows along the illumination of the light.

As the commander of Chen Wan, he naturally got more favor from these people, only to see that most of the feather arrows were coming towards Chen Wan, and the guards around Chen Wan were killed by arrows, but fortunately, Chen Wan was very good at kung fu and dodged several times, but this arrow was like a flying locust, and it was unfortunately hit by an arrow.

The feather arrow snorted, shooting directly through his arm, Chen Wan gritted his teeth, dodged and hid behind the chariot, grinning in pain.

In order to survive, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the feather arrow, then tore his clothes, tore off a strip of cloth, and used his hand and mouth together to tie his arm to prevent further bleeding.

Once you lose too much blood, you will die, but now it's okay, Chen Wan looked at his arm, and he was quite satisfied with the bandage.

Looking at the warriors who were exposed to the torches, they were shot by the Qin army one after another, Chen Wan thought to himself that if the torches were extinguished and the Qin army took the opportunity to touch them, wouldn't it help the Qin army, but if they didn't put out the fire, these people would not only be exposed to the Qin army, and they would not only wait for death.

Just when Chen Wan was undecided, Chen Wan suddenly remembered that earlier, the warriors had dug a trench in front of the gate to prevent the Qin army from sneaking attacks.

"Looks like it's only going to work now!" Chen Wan thought of this and shouted:

"Hide in the dark shadows and wait for the Qin army to get close to the trench and then fight!"

Then he instructed the samurai around him:

"You guys, hurry up to the back and get some forage, it's best to have tung oil!"

"No!"

The samurai ran to the back and searched everywhere, but found only a small amount of forage, but there was a lot of grain, and this was the grain that had been laid on the plank road earlier.

On top of the sack, it has long been soaked in tung oil, but for these grains, the samurai do not dare to make decisions on their own.

"Wait here! I'm going to report to the general! One of them said.

The others nodded, and when the messenger was gone, they searched everywhere. The warrior braved the dense feathered arrows like raindrops, held a small amount of forage, and ran to Chen Wan's side to report:

"General Qiyu! That's all the forage found! ”

"What can these do? Find it! Chen Wan scolded angrily.

"It is true that there is no general, but there is still a lot of grain in this storehouse, and these sacks seem to have been soaked in tung oil." The samurai said from the side.

As soon as Chen Wan heard this, he remembered that earlier, the grain he had seized, because the plank road was full of tung oil, and he was in a hurry, so he laid the sack on the plank road.

"Then don't hurry up and resist, tell the brothers to put all the sacks in the trenches, and then wait for the general's order." Chen Wan thought about it, and his unintentional move came in handy at night, and he felt very happy in his heart.

"It's important to save your life! This food is not a waste! Chen Wan said to himself, but when he thought of the two brothers who were Chen Zhuang's confidants, his heart was still angry, but he couldn't care about it in front of him.

"No!" When the samurai received the order, they found more men and ran to the storehouse, and the samurai came straight to the trench with sacks on their heads, and the sacks on their heads made a great difference.

Raindrops of feathered arrows rained down on the sack, not hurting the samurai beneath the sack, who threw the sack into the trench and then rolled on the ground and hid under the chariot.

After going back and forth many times, all the grain in the storehouse was put into the trench.

At the same time, the cavalry of the Qin army also rushed to the opposite side of the trench, looking at the trench in front of them, the cavalry of the Qin army was angry in their hearts, because the trench horses in front of them could not rush through at all.

Chen Wan heard the sound of the Qin army's horses approaching at the back of the chariot, and waved his hand to signal the warriors to prepare to shoot arrows.

At this time, in the military camp of Bashu, shooting had long stopped, and the Qin army thought that these barbarians in Bashu should have no other choice than to be killed and wounded.

However, when they approached the camp, they realized how simple their idea was, and the camp was facing their side, and a half-moon-shaped trench had been excavated, and the two ends of the trench were connected to the cliff.

There was no way to enter the camp at all, and the Qin army warriors were still wondering what was wrong? The samurai hurried to report to Sima Cuo.

"General Qiyu! A trench appeared on the side of the barracks in Bashu, and the horses could not jump over! ”

Sima said without even thinking about it:

"Crawl over! Such a trivial matter is also worth reporting! Make a mountain out of a molehill! Sima Cuo also felt that the matter was not worth reporting to himself.

"No!" The samurai touched his nose and hurriedly ran back to deliver the order.

"Dismount! Crawl over! The samurai commanded.

Chen Wan listened to this side very well, waiting quietly, only to hear the sound of the samurai sliding down, accompanied by the rustle of the earth.

The Qin army is also a strong force in a hundred battles, so naturally they will not all jump down, but just order a few soldiers to go down, as long as they reach the opposite side, they can find some planks and other things to put on the trenches.

There was no need to go in all of them, and the sound of the war drums ceased, and the horses were left with the sound of whirring and wheezing. The samurai who did not jump off were ready to fight with bows and arrows one by one.

When the Qin army came to the bottom of the trench, he found that something was wrong, because the ground was not dirt at all, and when he reached out to touch it, he found that it was grain. And I was going to look at it through the bright light, but I smelled a smell of tung oil.

"Not good! There is an ambush! The Qin army warrior shouted. The soldiers of the Qin army, who were waiting for the battle, immediately aimed their bows and arrows at the Bashu military camp that was close at hand.

When Chen Wan heard this, he thought, 'It's time to close the net!' ’

"Shoot the arrows!" Chen Wan commanded, and the warriors immediately fired their lit feather arrows into the trench.

For a while, in the trench, the fire rushed to the sky, the grain was already oily, and the tung oil was infected on it, in the cold wind, a little spark could rise in the sky.

In this way, it was bitter that the samurai who went deep into it were burned one by one and screamed.

At the same time, the sky-high fire completely exposed the traces of the Qin army, and the Bashu warriors could clearly see the oncoming Qin army.

The Bashu warriors still had the protection of chariots, but these Qin troops were completely exposed to the firepower of the Bashu warriors.

In the Bashu military camp, arrows are like flying locusts coming towards them, and the sound of fluttering is the sound of feather arrows tearing through the armor, followed by the sound of soldiers landing on the ground.

Seeing that the situation in front of him was not good, Sima Cuo immediately ordered:

"Withdraw!" (To be continued.) )