Just as Cao Ei's army had just arrived at the riverside, and before he could gain a foothold, Wang Baoyu's tiger and wolf army had already rushed over. This time he didn't instruct Xu Huang, Cao Zhen immediately urged him to step forward and tried to conduct a duel between the generals to make a good impression on Cao Rong.

No one paid attention to him at all, the unicorn beast quickly divided into two teams, and rushed into the Wei army from the left and right sides, waving his sword and releasing arrows, and in the dust, the Wei army screamed continuously, and was soon divided into three teams by the unicorn beast.

Fan Jinqiang led 50,000 elite soldiers and rushed head-on, the iron rod danced like a wheel, beating Cao Zhen back and forth, and on the left and right, Ma Yunlu and Han Zikui also launched a fierce attack.

On the edge of the Han River, a big battle was in full swing, the morale of the Jingzhou soldiers was in full swing, showing amazing combat effectiveness, although the Wei army was numerous, but because they had not slept well for several days, and there was no detailed combat deployment, they encountered the sudden attack of the unicorn beast and the three-way Jingzhou soldiers, and immediately messed up, and they were beaten to almost no power to fight back.

Fighting until dark, corpses everywhere, blood flowed like a river, Wang Baoyu ordered to collect the troops, retreat to 20 miles near Maicheng to re-set up camp, count the soldiers and horses, Jingzhou soldiers lost about 20,000 people.

Although the losses of the Wei soldiers were more than those of his own side, Wang Baoyu still sighed: "Alas, every time there is a war, there will inevitably be casualties, and I really don't know when this world will stop." ”

"Baoyu should not be sentimental, it is reasonable for the soldiers to protect the peace of the party and sacrifice their lives for the country, not to mention that Cao Rong suffered a very heavy loss." Mo Qianxun comforted.

"Either way, after all, they are all siblings. Chihiro, how should we fight tomorrow's battle? Wang Baoyu asked with a sense of urgency.

"According to my estimates, Cao Rong should lose about 100,000 soldiers and horses in this battle, and when he is tired, he will go to battle again tomorrow, if he can kill his 100,000 soldiers and horses, Yiling will be worry-free." Mo Qianxun said.

"Okay, it's best that Cao Ei can retreat despite the difficulties, and if he continues to fight like this, he will not be far from the country." Wang Baoyu nodded.

"Cao Ei's newborn calf shouldn't have been brave for a while, but he loves Zhen Mi so much and hates it!" Mo Qianxun sighed, although the Jingzhou soldiers have suffered losses, but from this battle, Cao Rong is indeed not a handsome person who can lead the troops to fight.

In the big tent by the riverside, Cao Rong's face was cold, he didn't think about tea and dinner, and in the first big battle after succeeding to the throne, he attacked Wang Baoyu with absolute strength, but he was wiped out by 100,000 people before he could take any advantage.

100,000 people, all of them were lost at once, it's really a shame. This made Cao Rong feel unsettled, shameless, ashamed of his ancestors and soldiers, and quite decadent.

Speaking of fighting, Cao Rong is obviously inferior to his grandfather Cao Cao and father Cao Pi. Cao Cao has always been open-minded in war, unfazed in the face of chaos, strategizing, every time he loses a battle, he laughs heartily, cheers for himself, and also inspires the soldiers to put life and death aside.

Although Cao Pi is not as open-minded as Cao Cao, he has also led the army to fight many times, has rich experience in war, and is surrounded by generals and strategists, and there are endless strategies, so naturally he will not be depressed by the temporary victory or defeat.

If you say that you are not suitable to lead troops to fight, then do you have the ability to govern the country? For the first time, the conceited and arrogant Cao Rong had doubts about his own abilities, but this question could not be asked to anyone, and of course no one could answer him.

Cao Rong was extremely depressed, he didn't eat, drink or sleep for a day and a night, and he looked a lot thinner. Cao Zhen was ashamed, and reviewed with tears: "Holy Lord, this defeat is all the fault of the ministers, and he is willing to accept the punishment!" ”

"The general doesn't have to blame himself, I am also responsible." Cao Rong waved his hand, the mistake had been made, and it was useless to complain about Cao Zhen at this time.

"Holy Lord, according to the minister's opinion, Wang Baoyu will definitely come to attack again tomorrow, and the officers and men of our army will rest for one night, and they still can't cheer up, so it is better to retreat to the north bank of the Han River tomorrow morning." Xu Huang said.

"General Komei's words are reasonable, so he will act accordingly." Cao Rong nodded and accepted Xu Huang's proposal.

Cao Zhen opened his mouth, of course he hoped to stay here, in fact, the unicorn was not without its weaknesses, and the long-range catapult could make it lose its power.

Repeated setbacks made Cao Zhen not raise objections in the end, Wang Baoyu was full of tricks, maybe tomorrow he will change to a new formation, if he can't win again, I'm afraid that he won't be able to keep the title of the big Sima.

At two or three o'clock in the second half of the night, Wang Baoyu was sleeping soundly in the big tent, and was suddenly woken up by a loud noise, and then, Fan Jinqiang and others escorted a person into the big tent, and Mo Qianxun also rushed over, and both of them were pale with iron faces.

"What the hell is going on?" Wang Baoyu immediately became energetic.

Fan Jinqiang kicked the man to the ground, and said angrily: "Baoyu, this person actually led hundreds of people to burn down the grain carts in the rear of our army. ”

"Alas, Qianxun was not calculated, but I didn't expect Cao Ei to have such a clever strategy." Mo Qianxun said embarrassedly.

What the?! The grain cart was burned, Wang Baoyu got up suddenly, and paced back and forth in annoyance, the weight of grain and grass has always been the most important in the army, but now it has been burned, this battle can not be fought, and the army can only retreat.

Wang Baoyu looked at this person angrily, this is a burly man who looks less than thirty years old, with a square head and a straight face, a beard, although he is tied, his chest is very tall, and he puts on a picture of killing and slashing, refusing to give in.

"What's your name?" Wang Baoyu asked coldly.

Hum! This person has a bit of backbone, don't turn his face and raise his chin and nostrils to the sky, but he just refuses to say.

Fan Jinqiang was furious, and kicked this person unceremoniously, this person came to gnaw mud, but spit out the blood in his mouth, and still didn't say a word.

Fan Jinqiang wanted to fight again, but Wang Baoyu stopped him and sneered: "What's the matter, when you see this king, you are so scared that you don't even dare to say your name?" Could it be that the ancestor is a prisoner on death row for bandits,"

This trick really worked, and this person immediately glanced at Wang Baoyu with disdain, and laboriously said his name.

"Big, big, big husband, don't change your name, sit, sit and don't change your surname......" This person is still a stammer, and it took a long time to report his name, "I'm Deng, Ai, Ai, Ai, Ai, Deng Shizai." ”

Mo Qianxun frowned for a while, and couldn't help but sneer: "Are you called Deng Ai, or Deng Ai Ai?" ”

"Feng Xi Feng Xi, still a phoenix." Deng Ai argued.

Deng Ai? Wang Baoyu searched in his mind for a while, and then looked stunned. Deng Ai, isn't he the one who used the method of smuggling through Yinping to eventually lead to the destruction of the Shu Kingdom? It looks like the martial arts are average, and the appearance is not outstanding.

"Deng Ai, but Cao Rong instructed you to come? What else did he do? Mo Qianhiro asked.

"It's this, I make my own opinion, and it has nothing to do with the holy and the holy. I thought that if the grain and grass were burned and burned, Jingzhou would definitely retreat. Deng Ai stammered.

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