No one can really do the trick.

If the two armies face each other, if there is a huge disparity between the strength and the weak, the weak will have no other way but to outwit, otherwise they can only be crushed into mud by the opponent. For a strong man, no matter what kind of strategy the opponent uses, as long as he is not negligent, falls into the opponent's calculations, and does not make low-level mistakes, there will be no such thing as a reversal, and there will be no real danger.

However, if the two sides are of similar strength and are very clever people, then the situation is different. If you are caught by the opponent or fail to detect the trap laid by the opponent, it is entirely possible to suffer heavy losses.

Zhang He wanted to retake Pengcheng, and Wei Ba wanted to keep Pengcheng, and there was no way out for either side. The troops are similar, both of them are famous generals known for their strange changes, as long as there is a slight negligence and the other party takes the initiative, it is a defeat. For the two countries, it may mean the gain or loss of Pengcheng, and for them personally, it may mean a big victory or a fiasco, and it may even cost them their lives.

In this case, Wei Ba couldn't guess Zhang He's intentions, and it was conceivable how much it affected his mood.

Zhang He lies between him and Pengcheng, like an insurmountable mountain.

Zhang He's jihua lies in his heart, like a pool of bottomless water.

No matter how you look at it, Zhang He's jihua is like a broken kettle - to put it ugly, it is called a broken jar, but Wei Ba is unwilling to accept this kind of inference that seems reasonable, but is actually unreasonable. In his opinion, Zhang He can't be a person who breaks jars. At the beginning of Longyou, he didn't look promising. Didn't Zuihou seize the fleeting opportunity, defeat Ma Yan, and push Zhuge Liang into an embarrassing situation?

Such a person, as long as he lives, has no failure.

The two days of fighting were fierce and uneventful, and the Han army advanced steadily under the command of Deng Ai, and everything went according to Jihua. If this is still the case tomorrow, then in two days at most, Deng Ai will be able to dig through Zhang He's camp and send grain, grass and ordnance into Pengcheng.

Zhang He still didn't react. Just stubborn resistance. Trying by all means to overcome the disadvantage in armament, the position was slowly shrinking, but there was no sign of retreat. Ordinary people thought he was struggling, but Wei Ba felt that he was like a poisonous snake entrenched. Get ready for a thunderous blow.

Wei Ba discussed with the generals for a long time. Didn't think of anything to do about it. But. Everyone can see that the battle will become more and more complicated as time goes on. It has the potential to turn into a decisive battle on a grand scale. This is not the result that Wei Ba hopes for at the moment, and in order to avoid this situation and reduce casualties, it is best to settle the battle before Xiahou Ba and the others arrive.

Wei Ba pondered for half the night and accepted the suggestion.

In the early morning of the third day, Wei Ba sent someone to send a message to Lu Xun, asking him to pay close attention to Xiahou Ba's movements, and at the same time ordered Deng Ai to speed up the attack and attack Zhou Yin inside and outside, striving to open Zhang He's position and end the battle within one day.

The drums of war exploded over the battlefield, and Deng Ai's command moved the thunderbolts and crossbow cars forward as far as possible, and launched the most fierce attack on the Wei army, which had greatly weakened its long-range strike capability after two days of mutual attacks. Stopping in front of Deng Ai were more than 10,000 foot soldiers, although there were a lot of these people, but most of them were county soldiers near Pengcheng, and their combat effectiveness was not very strong.

After attacking for half a day, Deng Ai advanced the position by 300 steps, and if he took another 300 steps, he would be able to dig through Zhang He's position, complete the task, and achieve a phased victory. Peng Cheng was already in sight, and the Wei army in front of him was demoralized and looked vulnerable.

The battlefield was quiet for the time being, and both sides hurried to eat, and everyone knew that the afternoon battle was crucial, and many people might not have the opportunity to eat dinner.

The morale in Pengcheng also began to rise, Zhou Yin and Ding Feng divided labor and cooperated, one defended the city, and the other prepared to go out of the city, and together with Deng Ai, they attacked Zhang He and accelerated the speed of breaking the formation.

Ding Feng was a little excited, crossed his waist, looked at the Han army battle flag faintly visible outside the city, and said with a smile: "Zhong Ying, do you know it, Deng Shizai, like you, is one of the people that the young master fancies." The young master's vision is very high, and generally speaking, no one can enter his eyes. You and Shizai are the few, or maybe the only two. You see, how sharp his attacks are. ”

Zhou Yin was not as excited as Ding Feng, his eyes fell on Zhang He's position, and he replied casually: "This kind of battle, anyone can fight, he leads the elite, Zhang He uses ordinary county soldiers, and the combat power of the two sides is not at the same level." Coupled with the gap in armaments, playing like this, at most it is decent. ”

"Yo, so you can fight better if you are commanded by Zhou Zhongying?"

"Not really." Zhou Yin shook his head: "This kind of positional warfare, you can't see what level is high, as long as you don't make mistakes, what the two sides are fighting for is strength." He pointed to Zhang He's position, frowning slightly. I think Zhang He seems to be waiting for something, he is too calm. If he keeps playing like this, I don't see any chance of him succeeding. ”

"He didn't have much chance of success." Ding Feng was disdainful: "Don't forget, in the ninth year of Jianxing, he failed to capture Shangyi, that is, he was defeated by the hands of the young master of my family." At that time, the young master of my family was only a prime minister's mansion to join the army, and after five years, the young master of my family was already a general of chariots and cavalry like him, where did he still have a chance of victory. ”

Zhou Yin glanced at Ding Feng and crooked his mouth: "What does ability have to do with official positions, who said that the bigger the official, the greater the ability?" According to this, the young master's ability to use troops is not as good as Li Yan? ”

Ding Feng smiled and didn't argue with Zhou Yin, he knew that Zhou Yin was a little dissatisfied with Wei Ba.

"Until now, Zhang He has not used cavalry, what is he waiting for?" Zhou Yin hugged his chest with one hand, supported his chin with the other, and groaned.

"What's the use of sending out the cavalry, do you think General Dangkou is playing there?"

"General Dangkou only has 5,000 horsemen, and Zhang He has 10,000 horsemen." Zhou Yin closed his eyes, his eyelids suddenly jumped twice, he opened his eyes suddenly, and scolded in a low voice: "Damn, no." ”

"What's wrong?" Ding Feng hurriedly asked.

Zhou Yin wiped the cold sweat on his forehead: "Somehow, I suddenly had an ominous premonition. Zhang He......"

After listening to Zhou Yin's explanation, Ding Feng's face was also a little ugly, the two looked at each other, and shook their heads in unison: "Unlikely, unlikely, this chance is too small." But they both saw a deep concern in each other's eyes.

……

Zhang He quietly looked at the wine glass in front of him, raised his head, swept his eyes over Tian Fu, Zhang Xiong and others, and said word by word: "Gentlemen, the gains and losses of Pengcheng and the national fortune of my Great Wei are all in today's battle, please drink this cup to your heart's content." If you can defeat the thieves, kill Wei Ba, and then drink with the kings. ”

"Whoa." The generals roared, picked up their glasses, and drank them all.

"Thank you." Zhang He stood up and looked around: "Don't leave it here." ”

"General, take care!" You bowed down to receive the order, and the fish went out of the tent.

Tian Fu strode out of the camp and walked side by side with Zhang Xiong. He tilted his head and smiled: "Bet one?" ”

Zhang Xiong haha smiled: "Word! ”

Tian Fu took out a five-baht coin and threw it into the air, and the five-baht coin rolled in the air and fell back into his hand. Zhang Xiong glanced at it and spat it: "You kid cheats, why do you win every time?" ”

"Willing to gamble." Tian Fu hahadaxiao, walked to the war horse, turned over on the horse, flicked his fingers, and flew towards Zhang Xiong with five baht coins. "Keep it as a memento." With that, he turned the horse's head and galloped away.

Zhang Xiong took the money, looked at it twice, couldn't help but "huh", suddenly realized, and scolded with a smile: "This Tian Jinjiang looks honest, but it turns out to be a big slippery head." No wonder Lao Tzu keeps losing, this money has no words at all. ”

As if hearing Zhang Xiong's complaint, Tian Fu's happy laughter came from a distance, he pulled his throat and sang the parting song, and the guards behind him were also Yan people from his hometown, who were very familiar with this parting song, and they also hummed loudly together. The singing is generous and tragic, and it is like the sound of a golden drum.

The cavalry battalion was on a small hillside west of Pengcheng, six or seven miles from the battlefield, both to maintain the protection of the flanks of the large army and to have enough charging distance. Tian Fu returned to his camp, five thousand elite horsemen were ready, and the knights stood beside the war horses, holding spears in one hand and holding reins in the other, looking at Tian Fu quietly.

Tian Fu grabbed the reins and looked at the soldiers under his command with satisfaction. He pulled out the long knife at his waist, slowly pointed to the southeast, and roared: "Fight to the death!" ”

"Fight to the death!" Five thousand soldiers roared in unison.

Tian Fu kicked the war horse lightly, galloped in front of the formation, and roared again: "Fight to the death!" ”

"Fight to the death, fight to the death!" The knights roared like thunder, turned on their horses, clenched their weapons, and held them high into the sky.

Tian Fu galloped back and forth in front of the battle, turned the horse's head, and ran to the southeast.

A thousand guards followed closely.

The thousand-strong teams on the left and right sides sped up and swept past Tian Fu, like eagles spreading their wings.

The five thousand horsemen slowly started, and a thunderclap rolled up on the flat ground, and rushed towards Wei Feng's position five miles away.

The Han scouts who were watching nearby jumped out of their hiding places like frightened rabbits, turned over their horses, and galloped in the direction of the camp.

Tian Fuduan sat on horseback, his eyes slightly closed, feeling the increasingly strong cold wind, not moving like a mountain.

……

Wei Feng, who was eating, received the scout's report, threw down the dishes and chopsticks, turned over on the horse, drew his knife out of the sheath, and roared excitedly.

"Prepare for battle—"

The knights who had eaten in front of the battle mounted their horses and drew their weapons. Their formation was one that was ready to charge at any moment, and at this moment, knowing that the enemy was rapidly approaching, they did not hesitate, immediately urged their horses and began to accelerate.

The guards rode to protect Wei Feng, rolled up a whirlwind, and greeted the Wei army that was getting closer and closer

(To be continued......)