Outside the city of Jiangling, the camp of the Cao army.

In the Chinese military tent, Cao Ren stood under the tent curtain, silently staring at the majestic Jiangling City in front of him in a daze, with a faint flicker of melancholy in his solemn expression.

As the commander of Nanyang, this time, Cao Ren used the power granted to him by Cao Ying, who could use troops on his own without asking for instructions. originally thought that he could take advantage of the chaos in Jingzhou to turn into a pot of porridge, and he could touch the big fish of Jiangling City in troubled waters, but now, Cao Ren painfully found that he seemed to have made the mistake of underestimating the enemy.

That Chen Zhi in Jiangling City, an unknown pawn, only relied on less than 3,000 soldiers, and he actually stubbornly carried a fierce attack several times his size.

At present, the naval army of Eastern Wu is confronting Wen Ping on the Hanjin side, and in Cao Ren's view, the dispatch of troops by Eastern Wu is only a symbolic surname, and they do not intend to pay too much sacrifice for Liu Feng, who has destroyed the balance of Jingzhou, and it is just a bluff to attack Xiangyang in the north.

But even so, Cao Ren had to send a considerable number of soldiers and horses to protect the safety of Xiangyang, and at present, there were only more than 13,000 soldiers and horses left to attack Jiangling City.

Cao Ren can only hope that Guan Yu's army in the south of the Yangtze River can stick Liu Feng's main force to the south, so that he will have enough time to find ways to recapture this once sad city.

On the occasion of the fugue, not far away, a person came in a hurry, and it was General Fenwei's full favor.

"General, something is wrong, I just received information that the northwest grain battalion was attacked by the enemy."

Cao Renzhi's words of favor surprised him, but his expression quickly returned to calm, and asked: "Guan Yu's army in Jiangnan, Liu Feng's soldiers and horses left in Jiangbei are only 3,000 in Jiangling, Chen Zhi will never dare to divide troops to attack my grain camp again, I don't know where this army of soldiers and horses came from?" ”

Man Chong shook his head and said: "The situation is urgent, and it is impossible to find out for a while, but this army of soldiers and horses is indeed under the banner of Liu Fengjun, and there are quite a lot of them." ”

Cao Ren paced in the tent, his brows condensed slightly, and he muttered for a long time: "The only possible explanation is that Liu Feng transferred some soldiers and horses and bluffed to attack my grain camp, wanting to relieve the pressure on Jiangling City. Spread my order, and ordered the grain battalion army to guard the camp and not go to war. ”

Cao Ren's judgment also seemed to be in line with the available information, but Man Zhong reminded: "General, how Yuan Shao was defeated in the Battle of Guandu, we can't help but learn from it." ”

Cao Ren's expression changed suddenly.

In the battle of Guandu, Cao Ying personally led the elite to attack Wuchao at night, Yuan Shao was indecisive with his troops, and the soldiers and horses sent to rescue Wuchao were not enough to defeat Cao Ying, and at the same time, he did not pour the whole army to attack the camp of Guandu Cao Ying, and ended up defeated on both sides.

"At present, Liu Feng's navy has blocked the Yangtze River, so that we cannot obtain information on the south bank in time, if it is an elite Liu Feng's army that attacks the grain camp, once the grain camp is lost, our army will not be in danger."

Man's words reminded Cao Ren, he groaned slightly, and then said: "Bo Ning is reasonable, I will order you to lead an army of 7,000 to reinforce the grain camp as soon as possible, no matter which army is elite or rabble, you will destroy it." ”

Seven thousand soldiers and horses already accounted for about half of the strength of the Jiangling battalion, but Cao Ren was not worried that Chen Zhi in the city would take the opportunity to attack the camp out of the city, and with his remaining seven or eight thousand men and horses, he also had enough strength to suppress the enemy army in Jiangling.

Seven thousand soldiers and horses were quickly transferred from the besieging battalions and marched rapidly to the northwest.

Just as the favored army left Jiangling, nearly 100 fishing boats quietly waiting on the south bank of the river sailed towards the opposite bank in a low-key manner.

In the evening, under the cover of dim light, a group of fishing boats landed on the river beach 30 miles upstream of Jiangling, and the elite Changsha army of more than 5,000 troops silently left the ship and went ashore and assembled on the riverside.

The setting sun was slanting, and the sky was getting darker and darker, so under this cover, this infantry army of 5,000 people made a big circle around the path and sneaked to the rear of the enemy camp in Gangneung.

When the sky was completely dark, the men and horses quietly sneaked near the rear of the enemy camp.

The whisper of the wind was everywhere, like a beast quietly approaching its prey.

Liu Feng parted the grass waves, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, not far away, the Cao army camp was brightly lit, occasionally a few soldiers would go in and out to carry water, at this time it was the soldiers who had dinner and were drowsy, the enemy camp was silent, and occasionally there would be a lonely neighing of horses.

The corners of Liu Feng's mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a strange and cold smile, Pang Tong's strategy was successful.

After killing Guan Yu, Wuling Taishou Fan Ling opened the city and surrendered, and the war in Jiangnan ended quickly in a short time. Liu Feng handed over the public security and the defense of Wuling to the old general Huang Zhong and his 5,000 Changsha army, while he himself led 4,000 elites and 10,000 barbarian soldiers from Shamoke to quietly cross the Yangtze River north.

Although he can now draw more than 14,000 soldiers and horses to relieve the siege of Jiangling, the number of soldiers and horses is almost the same as the number of Cao Ren's army, but Liu Feng also knows very well that in his army, only more than 4,000 Changsha descendants have strong combat effectiveness, as for Shamoke's 10,000 barbarian army, although the number is large, but it is far inferior to Cao Ren's elite northern army.

Fortunately, Liu Feng has a think tank like Pang Tong.

Pang Tong's strategy was actually very simple, with Shamoke's barbarian army landing on the north bank from the upper reaches and attacking Cao Ren's grain camp from the west, so as to force Cao Ren to divide his troops to reinforce the grain camp, while Liu Feng led 4,000 elite main forces to launch a night attack and destroy Cao Ren's base camp in one fell swoop.

This strategy itself is not very clever, but the reason why Liu Feng dared to use it was because although Cao Renjun was strong, he had a fatal loophole, that is, the lack of intelligence.

Liu Feng wanted to take advantage of the time difference when Cao Ren didn't know that Guan Yu had been destroyed, and he was caught off guard.

Time passed minute by minute, the sky was already dark unconsciously, few soldiers in the enemy camp entered and left, except for the sentry on duty, the officers and men of the Cao army seemed to have fallen asleep.

Liu Feng glanced up at the sky, low clouds obscured the moonlight and starlight, and there was darkness between heaven and earth.

The timing was just right.

Without hesitation, he turned over and got on his horse, jumped out of the grass on his prancing horse, pointed his silver spear at Cao Renzhong's camp, and shouted: "Warriors, follow me to kill all the Cao thieves!" ”

The silver spear of the divine horse, like a dazzling meteor, flew towards the enemy camp.

"Kill—"

In the grass, four thousand warriors suddenly shouted in unison, and appeared in unison, like a fierce ghost suddenly killed from hell, and instantly shattered the tranquility and serenity of the night.

Four thousand elites, lined up in a neat line, rushed towards their respective targets separately and quickly, with a huge momentum, as if they were overwhelming.

This is located in the rear of Cao's army, which was originally the safest area, but because of this, it has also become a blind spot for Cao's army's reconnaissance, and they would never have dreamed that the enemy would kill from such a direction.

The more than 20 sentries on duty in front of the camp were chatting and warming themselves in the cold wind, but suddenly they heard the shouts of killing like the earth cracking that day, and they immediately stayed in place.

They hurriedly grabbed their weapons and searched into the darkness, and before they could wake up from their astonishment, they saw a white light shoot like a rainbow, and before they could see what it looked like, the first seven or eight people had been stabbed to the ground.

Liu Feng took the lead and reached the camp gate, the silver spear soared, and the rainbow splashed everywhere, stabbing the enemies guarding the gate to the ground in a blink of an eye.

He stood in front of the camp gate like a god from heaven, and under the beckoning of the silver spear, the tigers and wolves who followed, like wild beasts crashing into the flock, poured into the enemy camp.

The shock team of two hundred spearmen, like a mad bull, strode forward with a large spear more than two people long.

The enemy, who rushed out of the tent in panic, was immediately stabbed into meat skewers. All the way, together with the enemy's tent, bulldozed, the gray tent, suddenly dyed into a sauce, followed by the brigade of soldiers and horses, countless pairs of heels stepped over, even people with tents trampled into meat mud.

This spear-like shock array struck into the enemy's chest, and unstoppably stabbed towards the enemy's heart, Cao Ren's Chinese army's big tent.

"Kill—kill—"

In the ghostly roar, the 4,000 Changsha army moved forward. Cao Jun, who hurriedly drilled out of the tent in twos and threes, was killed on the spot because he was scattered and out of formation.

Liu Feng jumped in front of him, swinging his heavy spear from side to side, killing all the enemy soldiers who rushed up left and right to block, and where the blade passed, warm and viscous red liquid splashed everywhere.

In this way, the surprise attack towards the center of the enemy's camp was non-stop, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed in like a devastating general. The cry echoed in his ears, Liu Feng's robe was already stained with blood, and he didn't know how many enemies died under his gun.

As the forward rush deepened, the number of enemies blocking gradually increased, and the dense enemy formation blocked the front of the Chinese army's tent, trying to block their progress.

If the Chinese army's big tent falls, the army's morale will inevitably be in turmoil, and no matter how many soldiers and horses there are, it means that it is not far from collapse, it seems that Cao Ren does not plan to retreat, but is ready to defend the Chinese army to the death, and compete with this sudden enemy army.

Cao Ren's tenacity stimulated Liu Feng's fighting spirit, and when he looked up, Cao Ren's handsome banner was close in front of him.

Liu Feng's eyes were bloodshot, the killing machine was sheng, the left hand was heavy with a spear, and his right hand was fighting with the Qingyu sword, waving his hands together, like a whirlwind, slashing towards the thorns, the spear blade sword qi was everywhere, and the middle one was killed immediately, he was like the sharpest sword in the world, and it was unstoppable to tear through the enemy formation.

In front of Liu Feng's ghostly killing momentum, the enemy's already fragile will was almost shattered, and the blocking formation that had just been assembled was cut open.

Liu Feng went straight to the front of the Chinese army's tent, as long as the banner was cut down, the enemy's morale would be completely destroyed.

Seven or eight enemies swarmed forward to block, Liu Feng's sword slashed, and the head of the first junior colonel flew down, and he kicked the body backwards with a kick, slamming into the enemy who rushed after. Under this collision, several people behind them suddenly broke their tendons and fractures, and blood sprayed wildly.

Under the majesty of the gods, no one dared to stop them, and the remaining enemies were shocked and fled in all directions.

Liu Feng strode forward, and when he was about to cut down the big flag, suddenly, a cold light flashed, and a bright big knife slashed from the side.

(To be continued)