On the cliff, there is an old pine tree leaning out of the cliff wall, and its branches are strong and thick as human legs.

Yang Fan was overjoyed when he saw it, and he couldn't take a breath, so he untied the rope tied around his waist and tried whether the pine tree was strong or not, the roots of the pine tree were deeply rooted in the rock crevice, and he stepped on it a few times, but he didn't move. Yang Fan climbed the pine tree, put the rope on the trunk, and went down the cliff.

When he climbed up the cliff, he felt that Yuan Jihua was a little difficult, the cliff was incomplete, and it was difficult to see far at night.

And because the cliffs are uneven, many places are sharp and protruding rocks, and the mountain wind is fast, if you lift a bucket of tung oil by hand, you are afraid that it will either be scraped under the protruding cliff wall, or it will be smashed by the strong wind on the cliff. Now with this old pine, it is much more convenient.

Almost at the same time, Anu and Gu Zhuting also climbed to the top of the cliff one after another, standing beside him and looking out into the valley. In the valley, 3,000 Khitans have already taken action, and the torches are like stars in the sky, Anu stuck out his tongue and said, "The cliff here is really high, no wonder we have climbed for so long." ”

At this time, Yang Fan has already put the rope to the top of the cliff, there is an iron hook at the end of the rope, the people under the cliff will hang a barrel of tung oil on the iron hook, Yang Fan took the old trunk of the pine tree as the axis, and quickly lifted a barrel of oil, followed by the second barrel and the third barrel, and Anu and Gu Zhuting moved the oil barrels transported to the top of the cliff and arranged them more evenly on the top of the cliff.

This mountain cliff is rugged, perhaps no one has ever climbed up since ancient times, especially in the dark night, if you are not careful, it is very easy to fall down, that is, they can walk on the ground like this.

The rope is axed with a loose stem. Avoid scratching, but the constant friction, so that the rope is a little hot, fortunately this is the rope used in the baggage camp, a strand of hemp rope is also mixed with hardware silk, so it is extremely tough, about fifty barrels of tung oil lifted up, there is no movement at the bottom.

Yang Fan returned to the cliff from the pine tree like a spirit ape, and said to Anu and Gu Zhuting: "Prepare to do it!" ”

Both women were happy, as if it were a game. Indeed, although what they are doing is dangerous, for them, standing on this cliff is the greatest security, this thing is for them. It's like a game, indeed.

Yang Fan looked into the valley, and the torches in the valley had gathered together. It becomes extremely tight. Immediately the rows of torches in front began to move outward, and it seemed that they were about to leave the valley.

Yang Fan's heart moved, first found a fist-sized stone and put it beside him, then lifted a bucket of tung oil, aimed at the dense torch, and suddenly threw it hard. He picked up the stone and slammed it at the oil drum.

The torches in the valley became a recognizable background, allowing the stone to accurately hit the tung oil barrel, and the hardwood oil barrel was struck by Yang Fan with all his might. Suddenly it shattered, and the tung oil turned into rain and drifted towards the valley.

Standing on Yang Fan's right side, Anu and Gu Zhuting, who were more than ten zhang away from him, lifted the oil drum in a decent manner, transported all their strength, and smashed towards the faintly recognizable grain carts in the valley.

The oil barrels that Anu and Gu Zhuting threw away landed before Yang Fan in an instant, standing on the top of the cliff, only hearing a very slight impact, and then saw those dense torches shaking one after another, it seemed that the Khitan soldiers in the valley heard the sound and subconsciously turned their heads to look. Then, a torch burst into flames, as if blown by the wind, and suddenly emitted the brightest light and heat.

With a "boom", a group of fire men appeared, and the sharp howl reached the top of the cliff, and they heard it clearly.

The people who caught fire couldn't even open their eyes, so they could only stumble with their eyes closed, and as a result, some people who were splashed with oil on their bodies, but who were lucky enough not to become fire people, also became one of them.

Anu and Gu Zhuting were overjoyed when they saw it, and they hurriedly followed Yang Fan's example to throw the oil barrel, and then smashed it in mid-air with stones, and more and more fire people crashed around in the valley.

Yang Fan shouted: "Focus on burning grain, it's good if they mess up." ”

Anu was having a fun time, so he was willing to let go, and said coquettishly: "You come to burn food, you have a lot of strength." ”

Yang Fan couldn't cry or laugh, so he had to lift the oil drums and throw them at those grain trucks as best he could, while Anu and Gu Zhuting kept splashing oil on the Khitan soldiers in the valley, because the Khitan soldiers were gathering and preparing to rush to the front mountain to rescue the people and horses in ambush, but under the attack of the oil rain, there was no way to hide.

Even if some clever soldiers threw the torches away in time, they were splashed with oil, and when they were touched by the fire men who were scurrying around, they immediately turned into a moving torch. Soon, someone hit the oil-splashed grain truck, and the fire was ignited, and the whole valley burned, and the face of the cliff was red from the light of the fire.

Chu Yi, who was lying in ambush outside the valley, was stunned as he looked at the situation in the valley.

He only took 800 people and quietly sneaked to the front of the mountain to ambush, and if there were more people, it would be easy to be discovered by the Khitans patrolling the mountain pass.

According to his agreement with Yang Fan, Yang Fan threw the oil drum into the valley and set fire to the grain cart, and there were many livestock in the valley, and the fire was bound to be shocked, thus bringing the whole valley into chaos, and then he led these 800 carefully selected warriors who were good at the art of striking into the valley.

But look at the current situation in the valley, one by one the fire people are scurrying around like headless flies, and the frightened livestock are scurrying around, even if dozens of people are killed into the valley, I am afraid that they can easily win, this battle is ...... It's too easy to win.

General Chu Lang came to his senses after calming down, pulled out his horizontal knife suddenly, and shouted: "Do it!" Come on! ”

Eight hundred warriors rushed into the valley like a whirlwind, and the first group of fire men were relieved under their swords, while those Khitan soldiers who were not on fire also completely lost their combat effectiveness in the panic, and were cut into pulp by these wolf-like soldiers......

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When he saw Yang Fan's appearance of wanting to speak but not daring to speak, Li Duozuo was a little gimmicked, but when Yang Fan's jihua said it, he was stunned.

The reason why Yang Fan was a little hesitant was not that he was deliberately pretentious, but that he really didn't understand some common sense of commanding troops to fight. For example, how many miles a soldier can travel in a hurry, how many days of food he can carry, and how many arrows each person usually carries. What terrain should be chosen when the army is stationed, how many layers of defense should be deployed inside and outside, and what role should they play......

He didn't know much about these, and he didn't know how these people led the troops?

As for his jihua, he was not clear whether there was a place where an ambush could be arranged from the bank of the Sunset River to the middle of Pingjia'ao, and if an ambush was set up there, could such a powerful cavalry team be annihilated with only slightly more troops than the other side.

In the course of the operation. Can the Khitans who attacked Macheng gather in time to collect troops and return for reinforcements, so as to form a counter-encirclement of them. He wasn't sure about these, but Li Duozuo knew it well. So when Yang Fan whimsically said that he took the initiative to light a fire to lure the Khitan soldiers who had set up an ambush to come back to help, Li Duozuo immediately thought that this plan was feasible.

Use false police signals to lure the Khitans who are lying in ambush to come back to help. Eat him halfway, which is a head-on battle with the Khitan army in the same mountain. Bringing in reinforcements in the middle of an engagement is a completely different matter.

And with the limited forces at his disposal. In particular, the morale of the army, which was sluggish after successive defeats, had a completely different effect between fighting the enemy's ambush and fighting the enemy head-on.

As for the Khitan army that attacked Macheng, not to mention the long distance, it was impossible for them to see the fire fifty miles away. Even if they did, it would take at least half an hour for even the most well-trained army to gather a siege force in the darkness of night and return to help. Not to mention the Khitans.

This jihua is completely feasible, so Yang Fan came up with ideas, and Li Duozuo supplemented and perfected the specific and feasible action jihua, which became a perfect counter-ambush tonight.

The battle lasted until the fourth watch, and when the sky was light, it was finally over completely.

The fires in the valley had been mostly extinguished, turning into puffs of smoke rising up, and countless charred or bloodied corpses lay on the ground in the valley.

The battle in front of the mountain has also ended, and the scene is extremely tragic, countless corpses of both sides are mixed together, many of them are still in the same situation of fighting, clasping each other's eyeballs, biting each other's throats, opening their eyes, and twisting together. However, in general, the Zhou army took advantage of the ambush, and the Khitans' best cavalry was unable to be used, so the casualties were several times that of the Zhou army.

"General, the war on my side is over!"

Ma Qiao, Chu Yi, Li Mulan and other generals gathered around Li Duozuo in a hurry, everyone was covered in blood, there were enemies and their own, Chu Yi was even blackened by the thick smoke in the valley, and even Li Duozuo himself killed the enemy with a knife in the melee, blood was splashed on his robe, and his armor was slightly crooked.

Only Yang Fan, probably just rubbing some dirt on his sleeves, standing with them, has a feeling of standing out from the crowd.

“haha！ Joyfully! Joyfully! In this battle, Li fought really happily, and Huang Zhanggu's resentment was finally vented! ”

Although Li Duozuo was over fifty years old, he was as radiant as a young man, and the night's killing did not make him feel tired at all, but he was in good spirits, but the murderous aura between his eyebrows was a little heavier.

"All the soldiers who can fight, assemble immediately, and we will immediately kill Macheng!"

Yang Fan was slightly taken aback, he didn't want to suffer another defeat immediately after a big victory, so he hurriedly persuaded: "General, the soldiers fought in the middle of the night, the losses were not small, and the physical strength was lacking, and the news here was only afraid that the Khitans who had fled would report back, and at this time, it would be difficult to reap the effect of a surprise attack on the enemy of Macheng!" ”

Li Duozuo said: "Captain Yang don't worry, General Ben is not carried away by this battle. Let's spend the night, why didn't the Khitans spend the night in Macheng? Our morale is high, but they are far from being able to compare. In terms of the strength of the two sides, they are about the same now, maybe they have received the news that the surprise attack is difficult to work, but in the next battle, General Ben is going to defeat the Khitan in a dignified manner! ”

Li Duozuo's generous hand fell heavily on Yang Fan's shoulder: "Captain Yang, this is a good opportunity, this battle is going to be won in a dignified manner, and its significance is far greater than destroying this enemy army, do you understand?" ”

Yang Fan understood and nodded vigorously.

Ma Qiao said: "General, what about those soldiers over there?" ”

Li Duozuo's eyes widened, and he said coldly: "In this battle, don't take prisoners!" Deal with them and let's go! ”

P: In the early hours of the morning, I sincerely ask for recommended tickets and monthly passes!! (To be continued......)