Perhaps because he was too imprudent, in early April, rumors began to circulate among the people that Tang Duke Li Yuan was preparing to contact his nephews to rebel. But unlike in the past, when similar rumors were widely spread, this time the rumors were just started and strangely quickly subsided. His Majesty the Emperor, who was far away in Jiangdu, was not alarmed at all, and Dongdu, which was close to Hedong Road, did not send an envoy to verify whether the matter was true. Only Yang Tong, the king of Yue, sent a letter to Li Yuan in the name of the prison state, praising him for his loyalty and dedication to the country for many years.

In this turbulent moment, no sane person would brazenly provoke the pillar of the country because of a rumor without any evidence. Moreover, Tang Duke Li Yuan's nephew, the champion general Li Xu, is leading 40,000 county soldiers and 100,000 Wagang people to fight fiercely on the east bank of Jishui at this moment. The two sides are inseparable, and any bit of external interference is enough to affect the entire battle situation.

This battle has been fought for more than 10 days, and judging from the current situation, the officers and troops with less than half the number of people on the other side are still firmly in the hands of the initiative on the battlefield. The two county towns near the Jishui River, Yangwu and Yuanwu, were still under the control of the official army, and Xingze City, which had hoarded a large amount of supplies for the Wagang army, was also surrounded by a force sent by the champion general, and could not provide any effective support to Li Mi at all. As for Outer Yellow City, which was a little far away from the battlefield, the thief army inside had already taken the initiative to cut off all contact with other robes. Including when Wang Bodang's troops were ambushed less than forty miles away from the city more than half a month ago and were killed and the whole army was wiped out, several big bosses in the city did not look out.

Li Mi, the leader of the Wagang Army, fully learned the lesson of the last defeat. He is no longer in a hurry, but uses the superior forces in his hands to fight steadily, trying to drag down his opponent with a protracted war of attrition. But at this time, the officers and troops were no longer the tired divisions of the past, and the successive victories greatly boosted their morale. Under Li Xu's command and dispatch, they used a variety of flexible tactics to attack the enemy. The smoothest attack actually broke through the four defensive lines of the Wagang Army in a row, and almost cut down Li Mi's handsome banner.

After discovering that there was still a big gap between the combat ability of the non-commissioned soldiers and the officers and soldiers, Li Mi decided to use the barracks to make up for the shortcomings of his side. There was no shortage of trees and sediment on both sides of the river, and the minions had done some farm work before they moved in. Therefore, no matter how fierce the blows from the officers and soldiers were, the Wagang Army still had a way to stabilize its position in the end, so that the whole team would not collapse like last time.

This almost rogue tactic made the county soldiers very angry, but they couldn't find a good way to deal with it for a while. Therefore, when both sides are recuperating, insults and provocations have become another means of attack for them.

"Turtle grandson, there is a kind of sticking out of the head!" The well-fed soldiers shouted to the opposite side, accompanied by the thunderous sound of drums. "Boom, boom, boom", waves like waves crashing on the shore. As if they couldn't hear the other party's cries at all, the Wagang army hid behind the wooden camp wall and remained silent.

"Your big boss has sent another leg, don't worry, wait for the master to cut it slowly!" The soldiers of the county who urged the narrow to humiliate their opponents with the defeat last time, "This time, the master wants to discount his middle leg!" "The red flag is waving in the wind, and the snow-bright lance is dazzling in the sun. The sergeant of Wagang clenched his bow and crossbow, his face flushed, but his body remained motionless.

"Brothers, disperse, Li Mi is not a responsible person. What's the benefit of working for him, it's not that he can't even give up a few strings of meat! This sentence is about the experience of the chief officials of the two counties of Yuanwu and Yangwu. After Li Xu sent people to capture the two of them with lightning speed, he ordered the captives to bring a letter to the Wagang people the next day, proposing to exchange the lives of the two "county dukes" for Zhang Xutuo's head. And Wagangzhai's answer was that Zhang Xutuo's head had been promised to be redeemed by his family, so it could not be exchanged. As a result, the two "county dukes" who had just been enshrined for less than half a year were beheaded by the officials and soldiers, and their heads were hung on high poles as a warning for future generations.

This time, the Wagang army, which had been exposed, finally became angry, and a batch of black feathered arrows suddenly rose in the air, and then swooped down with a roar, smashing the shields in the hands of the county soldiers to a clang. The archers of the official army immediately began to return fire, and nearly 10,000 eagle feathers shuttled back and forth over the long and narrow battle point. Most of the feathered arrows did not deal any damage, because both sides were already familiar with this set and had prepared accordingly in advance.

There were also a few unlucky eggs who were injured by the white feathers leaking through the gaps in the shield or the broken arrows bouncing on the ground, and they clutched their bodies and wailed loudly. The robes immediately dragged the wounded out of range of the feathered arrows, and the red blood added a heavy strip to the already blackened earth, like a cut on the earth itself. Soon, new bloodstains were dried by the sun, blackened, and then covered with newer bloodstains.

Compared with the hedging of the two armies, the losses caused by the feather arrows to both the enemy and the enemy are not large. The generals and leaders on duty quickly realized this, blew their horns, and shouted to their soldiers to stop wasting their baggage. The sky suddenly lit up, the surrounding scenery was instantly clear, and the sound of the wind, the sound of flowing water, and the indescribable sound of heaven also became the mainstream on the battlefield that suddenly became quiet, and it was strange to listen to the ears of people. Then, there is the monotonous "hammer! "Hammer!" The sound of the wooden planks shattering, the crossbows of the officers and thieves began to wield at the same time, and the huge shafts of arrows swept through the gap between the enemy and the enemy, smashing the shields, smashing the camp walls, and skewering the people behind the shields or behind the camp walls like grasshoppers in strings, and nailing them firmly to the ground.

The victim clutched the wooden beam that ran through his chest, alternating his legs, hovering on the edge of life and death. They are reluctant to leave, as if they have only discovered the beauty of the world in front of them at this time. But the sky soon darkened, and the leaves and distant mountains lost their color. Eventually, their souls flew high and saw themselves and their enemies with their heads up, forming a stubborn herringbone with the weapons that killed them.

The still alive carried the bolts up the firing slot, shouted the trumpet used to plough the carts, and worked together to spread the strings. The distance between them and the enemy was more than three hundred paces, and they could not see each other's faces clearly, nor did they know who the next victim would be to die under the crossbow. Just mechanically on the crossbow, on the strings, on the strings, on the crossbow, until he himself became a sufferer, and poured blood on the land under the April sun.

The crossbow battle didn't last long. The crossbow rod with a long zhang, steel as the edge, and thin iron as the feather is far more valuable than human life in troubled times. Soon, an enraged part of the Wagang army rushed out from behind the collapsed camp wall, risking being pierced by crossbow arrows and turning into grasshoppers. The officers and soldiers who took advantage of the crossbow battle did not show weakness, lined up in a pentagonal battle formation, and quickly met the desperate ones. The clash of metal overshadowed all the sounds and quickly became the main theme on the battlefield. The white blade swung, flesh and blood flew sideways, and the corpses fell one by one.

The minions are superior in numbers, and the advantage of officers and soldiers is reflected in the equipment and cooperation between each other. The small array in the hands of the Great Sui Border Army quickly exerted its effect, rotating alternately like wheels, and each change of angle had to harvest several lives. The number of minions slowly decreased, slowly becoming as many as the other side, and slowly becoming inferior to the other side, and suddenly, someone let out a scream, dropped their weapons, turned around and fled. Fear spreads like a plague and spreads to all those around you. The remnants of the minions cried out of the battlefield and fled for their lives. The county soldiers quickly dispersed in formation and followed the pursuit, like goshawks chasing rabbits. Most of the escapees were killed from behind by the enemy before they could even step into their own pockets. The lucky few jumped over the broken camp wall, only to be picked up by the spears of Rulin and tossed in the bright red mud.

"Those who don't wait for Mingjin to retreat first will be killed!" A grimacing leader shouted a loud emphasis, then flattened his spear and plunged into battle with hundreds of brethren. The Wagang Army is a regular army with military discipline, no longer rogues and bandits, they can prove themselves with their lives. The two sides began a second hand-to-hand fight, tooth for tooth, eye for eye, life for life. Until one of the generals who was hiding in the distance and commanding felt that today's blood had been shed enough and enough to relieve his anger!

But usually this kind of hasty ending does not happen, and both sides hope to change the long-standing stalemate with a fierce battle. As a result, the local battle quickly developed into a large-scale conflict, and then it became a life-and-death battle in which the whole army was engaged. Tens of thousands of Wagang troops jumped out from behind the camp wall and attacked the officers and troops from all angles. Groups of county soldiers went to the front line and held up the Wagang minions from all angles.

The combat effectiveness of the soldiers on both sides was mixed, so the battlefield quickly became quite chaotic. The two armies were at loggerheads, with the strongest groups of soldiers advancing to the Wagang barracks, while the weakest groups were forced to retreat by the superior enemy forces. The drummers and trumpeters on both sides did their best, igniting the blood in everyone's hearts with a stormy melody. "Boom", "Boom", "Boom", "Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo", mixed with the friction of spears piercing into bones, the muffled sound of Pu's knife slashing shields, and the groans of the wounded, and the shouts of the chargers, made the wind and clouds change color.

"Kill the thief, kill the thief, kill the thief and go home!" This is the voice of the county soldier. They hope for a peaceful life, and hope that their wives and children will no longer suffer from the threat of bandits. They shouted righteousness and impassionedness.

"Eliminate violence, eliminate violence, eliminate violence and be peaceful!" This is the roar of the Wagang minions. Most of them were forced by tyranny to the point where they had no way out. They believe in the promises of their leaders about the future, and they have no doubts about the justice of their side.

They all know that they are fighting for justice.

But there is only one justice, and it always belongs to the victorious side.

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