The sky was slightly bright, and in the Liang army camp, as the last trace of fire was extinguished, the soldiers began to reorganize the camp, gathered the remaining items, moved out the iron pots, firewood and grain, and began to make morning cooking.

Huan Wu stood in the clearing, wearing a thick leather jacket on his body, and his expression was complicated. In front of him, there were more than ten generals kneeling, among which Huan Youji and Di Sheng were the main ones.

Last night, the crow camp was attacked by the Shu army, and the two Liang soldiers on the front line hurriedly returned to help, but they were pursued by the Changce army.

No matter which group of soldiers and horses, they have no heart to fight. To some extent, the tighter the Shu army chased, the faster they retreated. So much so that in the end, the soldiers were lost.

All the way to the trapped beast village, there are Huan Youji and Di Sheng presiding, and there are many people, and the losses are not heavy. But along the way to the prison grass village, the main general Rong Can was seriously injured and was not on the front line, and there was no one in the army to preside over it, and he was pursued by the Changce army behind and suffered heavy losses.

In this battle, the Liang army lost six or seven hundred people, while the Shu army's losses were negligible.

Huan Wu was silent, but Huan Youji and the others were ashamed. They fell for the tricks of the Shu army, and like fools, they were walked around.

Liang Shu fought, and so far, their respective losses are not much different.

It can be said that after last night's battle, the advantage that the Liang army gained in the first battle of the Crow Camp was brought back by Yang Xian. While the Shu army regained its disadvantage, it also completely angered the Liang army's fighting spirit.

"Lord, give the order! We are going to fight to the death with the Shu army. ”

The group of Liang generals were furious and knelt in front of Huan Wu. It's been so many years, and Huan Wu has never seen all the soldiers work together so together.

The shame that Yang Xian brought to them made these Liang generals unforgettable. These people have never lost such a big face.

The crowd was full of emotion, but Huan Wu was so calm that people couldn't feel a trace of emotion.

Last night, Lou Jing broke into the camp and broke Huan Wu's big sword in front of everyone. This is equivalent to a heavy slap in Huan Wu's face, and a hard slap in Liang Jun's face.

It stands to reason that Huan Wu should be more annoyed than anyone else at this moment. But now Huan Wu, there is no anger on his face.

"Lord!"

"I've been thinking, what does Yang Xian want to do, use the Changce Army, which is obviously just a recruit, against our army?"

Huan Wu slowly exited, making all the generals stunned. Indeed, in the plan of the Liang army, the Shu army deployed in the mountains should be the newly attached black army.

Whether it is in terms of combat power or familiarity with the Liang Army, the Black Fly Army should be the best choice. However, Yang Xian let the Black Fly Army withdraw from the battlefield early, leaving a group of new soldiers to resist the Liang Army.

"In our expectation, our army will be able to penetrate the defense line of the Shu army in three days, until the Danhu Water Village, in front of the world, to redeem the glory of our army's loss in Nanyang."

Huan Wu's gaze looked at the generals in front of him from the mountains in the clouds and mist in the distance.

"But three days later, we still stopped."

"My lord..."

Huan Youji wanted to say something, but Huan Wu waved his hand to stop him.

"What Yang Xian wants to do, I understand now. He wanted to use our army as a whetstone to hone the new army for him. Yang Xian is training! ”

Huan Wu slowly took a few steps forward, and the corners of his leather jacket crossed Huan Youji's shoulder armor. The sound of friction can clearly enter Huan Youji's ears. Let him be angry, let him be unwilling.

Huan Wu smiled slightly, passed through Liang Jiang's array, and pointed to a mountain in the distance.

"O generals! It's been many years since I felt this way, being used as a puppet in the palm of my hand, playing at will. ”

Huan Wu's eyes were deep, and there was actually a trace of fear in his heart. But this fear does not come from Yang Xian, but from himself.

Yang Xian should have already noticed that in the future, there will be a long-term war between Shu and Liang, and it will cost more than just the gains and losses of one city and one place. And at this time, he has already begun to cope.

Between Liang Shu, between Huan and Yang, Huan Wu is confident that in any aspect, he is far superior to Yang Xian. But there is only one thing, Huan Wu can't be compared with Yang Xian.

That's time.

Huan Wu is afraid, once he dies, among the Liang, will anyone among the sons of the Huan family be Yang Xian's opponent?

"Lord!"

A group of Liang generals turned around, knelt behind Huan Wu, and knocked on the ground with their heads, their faces like ashes.

Huan Wu's words have been said to this extent, this is no longer just a matter of victory or defeat, nor is it a matter of face for the generals of the Liang army, but involves the feud between Huan and Yang, and the national hatred between Liang and Shu.

The Lord is worried about the humiliation of the ministers, and the Lord is humiliated by the death of the ministers.

Huan Youji stood up, holding a knife in his hand, and his face was full of hatred.

"I'm going to take down Yang Xian's head!"

More than a dozen generals behind him also stood up and followed behind Huan Youji.

Huan Wu did not stop it, the Liang army at this time needed morale, also needed a victory, and even more needed to vent.

And the best object is the Shu army. The generals of the Liang army have been through ups and downs for a long time, and they have all recovered by now.

The Shu army was able to fight flexibly in these more than ten miles of mountain roads, and attacked the crow camp last night to induce the Liang army to come back to help, thus causing them to lose so many soldiers and horses. Everything needs a commander who can coordinate and dispatch, and this commander is undoubtedly Yang Xian.

But even Yang Xian couldn't make such an accurate command in the rear. There is only one possibility, Yang Xian has always been on the front line, in the area that was cleaned up by the scouts of the Shu army.

Huan Wu pointed in a direction and found that target for Liang Jun.

Cape Lookout Cliff.

The early morning mist enveloped the mountains, and the wind carried a chill.

The small iron pot clattered, and the faint aroma of meat overflowed from the lid. Yang Xian sat on a small bamboo bench, gently fanned the fire with a feather fan, and added firewood to the fire from time to time.

Inside the pot is a pheasant caught last night, and it will be cooked in a few moments.

"Murderous?"

Yang Xian looked up and saw that on the side of the crow camp, there was a red blood qi soaring into the sky. The awe-inspiring killing intent is so profound.

"Lord, the scout in front has reported that the Liang army has marched towards Wangjiao Cliff, it seems that Huan Wu has noticed it."

"How, at this time?"

Yang Xian looked at the chicken soup in the pot, and felt a little regretful, why did the Liang army march at this time? Can't we wait until I'm done with breakfast?

"My lord, the situation is critical. The Liang army is pouring in, and it is absolutely unstoppable with our military strength, so please make a decision as soon as possible. ”

"Tell the soldiers to withdraw all the troops. The two villages of prison grass and trapped beasts are also gone, and they all retreat to Danhu Water Village. ”

The momentum of the Liang army was even stronger than when the Liang Shu and Liang armies first engaged. It's not just about victory and glory and it's about hatred.

Hatred for Yang Xian!

If the Changce army were to engage the Liang army at this moment, it would inevitably be defeated. Looking at the blood sky soaring into the sky in the distance, Yang Xian waved his feather fan.

Slipped!