Chapter Thirty-Eight: Ready to Fly
Guan Hai Senran said: "Boqi, it's better to take advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness and break this Nanyang soldier first." ”
Guan Hai really dared to say that with only 700 rogues, he even wanted to shake the 3,000 Nanyang officials and soldiers, and he was not afraid of the wind and flashed his tongue.
Ma Yue's expression was gloomy, and he said in a condensed voice: "Order, put the horses on the covers, the whole army will go into the forest on the left and hide, no one is allowed to speak, and those who violate the order will be decided!" ”
"Yes!"
Guan Hai and Pei Yuanshao agreed, and took the order, and then the eight hundred liukou hid in the dense woods on the left under the cover of night, at this time, the heavy snow fell more tightly, and in just a moment, the footprints left by the eight hundred liukou on the snow gradually faded.
A few miles east of the dense forest, on the wide and flat official road, Huang Zhongzheng led 3,000 officers and troops south overnight, because it was determined that Ma Yue's 800 Liukou had passed through Suixian and was already far away from 100 miles, so Huang Zhong blindly urged the army to march forward, and did not send a scout horse at all to investigate the enemy's situation on the road. In fact, Huang Zhong didn't think that Ma Yue's 800 Liukou would turn around and go north to ambush the officials and soldiers halfway, and even Huang Zhong wished that Ma Yue would do this.
Under the dim light of the torches, the 3,000-strong army swept through the official road like a tide, and in an instant it had already drowned out the faint footprints left by the eight hundred rogues, and almost no one noticed this subtle flaw. Only one of the small soldiers noticed the shallow footprints that had turned from the official road to the dense forest, and was about to stop and take a closer look, when the officer's whip had already landed unceremoniously on his back.
"Let's go, boy, don't be lazy!"
The little soldier snorted bitterly, and hurriedly quickened his pace to follow, no longer bothering to care about that idle matter.
After the official army drove for half an hour, the eight hundred Liukou turned out of the dense forest and re-entered the official road, Guan Hai said awe-inspiringly: "Boqi, can we always light torches now?" It was hard work to travel in the dark, and you see, many of the brothers had bruised and swollen their noses, and their horses had fallen lame. ”
"No way!" Ma Yue simply rejected Guan Hai, and said, "Tell the brothers, if you break one leg, you will jump and walk on one foot, and if you break two legs, you will crawl, and if you even break your hand, then use your head to go up, in a word, you are not allowed to light a torch to expose the target!" ”
"Yes!" Guan Hai yelled, "Don't light the torch to expose the target." ”
Pei Yuanshao echoed, and asked in a low voice: "Boqi, what is the target?" ”
Ma Yue took a deep breath of cold air and said awefully: "The whole army is out and running...... Fuyang! ”
Ma Yue finally made up his mind, as the so-called arrow is on the string, it has to be sent, things have reached this point, there is no turning back arrow from the bow, even if there are 2,000 officers and soldiers left in Fuyang, he has to try his luck! At this time, it is too late to turn around and go south to Jiangxia, and if it is not good, it will fall into the encirclement of the Nanyang soldiers to attack from the north and south, then it will be completely over!
Now is not as good as Jingshan, Jingshan battle, Qin Jie and Nanyang soldiers were too light on the enemy to give eight hundred Liukou an opportunity, now after several battles, Qin Jie and Nanyang soldiers will never make such a low-level mistake again, once they are entangled again, it will definitely be a never-ending situation.
Now, the only way out is to take Fuyang by surprise and completely stun Qin Jie and the Nanyang soldiers, so that they can't figure out where the eight hundred Liukou are, how many people there are, and where are they going? Then when the Nanyang soldiers hurriedly killed and returned to Yang from Suixian, they then unexpectedly rushed south to attack Jiangxia.
At that time, the Nanyang soldiers, who were completely dazzled by the reality and the reality, would no longer be able to judge the true purpose of the Eight Hundred Liukou, and would no longer dare to act rashly, so they could only watch the Eight Hundred Liukou disappear. This...... It is Ma Yue's clever plan to learn from a great man in later generations who crossed the Chishui four times, but the reality is false, and the virtual is real, first running back and forth a few times to mobilize the enemy, and then beating the enemy violently, and when the enemy was stunned and overwhelmed, he had already left calmly.
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In the north of Fuyang City, Zou Jing is above the tower of the city.
The goose feather snow was falling urgently, and the soldiers guarding the city tower had already become a snow sculpture, Zou Jing looked far away, only to see sporadic torches winding from the northern horizon, faintly mixed with the sound of chaotic people, there was a team of more than 500 people was moving towards Fuyang City.
Zou Jing's eyes showed a cold murderous intent, and he said in a low voice: "Lower the flag and extinguish the torch!" No one is allowed to make a sound, and no arrow is to be released without the order of the officer! ”
Zou Jing's order was conveyed like a stream, and soon, the flag was lowered, the torch was extinguished, and the upper floor of the northern city fell into darkness.
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Zhou Cang inhaled a breath of cold air hard, and the slightest coldness made his hot and unbearable chest more comfortable.
Guan Hai, who should have killed a thousand knives, has not healed since the last time he was seriously injured in a fire with him, and then he took more than a thousand brothers to desperately break out of the encirclement, and only dared to escape from the deep mountains, and he has not been able to find Lang Zhongzhi, and now he ...... The injuries gradually worsened.
Fortunately, the front is Fuyang, Liu Yan is in Ma Yuejun, her medical skills are quite famous in the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army, even if he Zhou Cang and Guan Hai have old grudges, but for the sake of the Yellow Turban at the same time, they will not die without help, right? I only pity more than 1,000 brothers who live and die, those who freeze to death, those who starve to death, and now there are only more than 500 people left, and the more than 500 brothers who died will not be able to survive anymore.
Zhou Cang turned his head, the faint light of the torches shone on more than 500 men, and the brothers who were originally alive and well are now like homeless beggars, described as embarrassed, with vegetables on their faces, many of them are unclothed, shivering in the cold wind and heavy snow, recalling the original scenery, looking at the current misery, Zhou Cang's eyes can't help but pass a trace of gloom.
Zhou Cang's simple mind couldn't figure it out, why did things turn out the way they were?
Fortunately, Fuyang has arrived, and when he arrives in Fuyang, he will be home, even if Ma Yue is unwilling to take him in Zhou Cang, he will always take in the more than 500 brothers behind him.
Zhou Cang raised his head and shouted towards the dark and gloomy city tower: "The brothers on the city tower have heard clearly, I am Zhou Cang, a general under the command of Zhang Dashuai of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army, and today I will lead five hundred brothers to defect, go and report to the leader of Ma Yue, quickly open the city gate and let us in." ”
"Open the gates, I'm hungry, give me something to eat."
"Okay, okay, I'm freezing to death, open the door."
Behind Zhou Cang, more than 500 remnants of the Yellow Turban gathered around the generals, gathered under the city gate suspension bridge and pleaded with the guards on the city tower.
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On the city tower, Zou Jing's eyes were like knives, his expression was hideous, and he suddenly pulled out his sword and shouted: "Raise fire, release arrows!" ”
Suddenly, the torches on the head of the city were bright, and hundreds of archers who had been waiting under the female wall stood up, their bows were like a full moon, and the sharp feather arrows were already aimed at the stunned and bewildered Yellow Turban remnants under the city tower, and then the sound of "buzz" and "buzz" sounded, and hundreds of wolf tooth feather arrows had poured down.
"Uh~~"
"Oh my God, kill everyone yourself?"
"Don't......"
"Help~~"
"My eyes, ah~"
A terrible howl sounded from the city tower, and in an instant, more than 100 unsuspecting Yellow Turban thieves fell under the rain of arrows, and Zhou Cang, who was tall and tall at the front, became the best target, and more than a dozen feather arrows shot at him almost at the same time, Zhou Cang struggled to block, but there were still two feather arrows that pierced his body.
"Officers and soldiers, my God, there are officers and soldiers in the city, not our brothers."
"Quickly withdraw, brothers, quickly withdraw, the city is an official army, not your own people!"
Finally, the sharp-eyed Yellow Turban Thief noticed something strange and shouted to remind his companions, and the remnants of the Yellow Turban, who were still able to move, fell back like a tide. At this time, the north gate of Fuyang suddenly opened, fully dressed, and Zou Jing, who was wearing armor, had already taken the lead in rushing out, and behind Zou Jing, five hundred Nanyang soldiers followed him like a shadow, covering the killing.
Zou Jing took advantage of people's illness and wanted people's lives, and made up his mind to wipe out this group of Yellow Turban remnants, and vowed not to let anyone go! Zou Jing, who has always been conceited and wise, was ruthlessly calculated by Ma Yue's eight hundred rogues in Fuyang, and this time he seized the opportunity to finally vent this evil breath in his chest.
ps: The swordsman cleaned up his home today, and his wife's orders must not be violated, and he stayed up until midnight yesterday to get out of this chapter, and there was no more in the afternoon.
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