Meng Jiucheng nodded and smiled, and said, "Normally, Li Quan can't hold Muling Pass. But now it is different, our army is here, so to speak, to ensure that his back road is not lost. If the Jin army copied Muling Pass from behind, it would have to pass our pass first. ”

After a pause, he continued: "Besides, although Li Quan was worried that our army would occupy his territory and did not have the good intentions to promise reinforcements, I still gave him dozens of stone throwers. As long as the Jin army could not copy its rear road and attack Muling Pass head-on, Li Quan's tens of thousands of horses would be able to support it for some time. ”

"Meng Shuai is strategic, and he can always anticipate the enemy first." Yang Miaozhen couldn't hide her admiration, and when she saw Meng Jiucheng handing over the water bladder and climbing the mountain and being thirsty, she reached out and took it and drank a few sips.

Reciprocating the favor, the guards of the two were scattered in the distance with interest, Yang Miaozhen reached out and took out a cloth towel from his waist and handed it to Meng Jiucheng.

"Thank you! Miaozhen, when there is no one, call me ninety percent good. Meng Jiucheng took the cloth towel, seemed to be wiping his face, secretly sniffed it under his nose, and then cherished it in his arms.

Yang Miaozhen saw Meng Jiucheng hiding his sweat towel, his face turned red, he bit his lip lightly, looked into the distance, and raised his binoculars to look out to hide his shyness.

"Miaozhen, sit down and rest." Meng Jiucheng screamed affectionately, laughed in his heart, and his confidence was also greatly increased, feeling that a wet kiss and a dragon claw hand could make this female heroine's body as soft as a crisp.

Yang Miaozhen turned his head and found that Meng Facheng had taken off his cloak and laid it on a flat stone. After a moment's hesitation, she sat down and sat down.

Meng Jiucheng also sat down, next to Yang Miaozhen, not close or far, inhaling deeply, he could smell the faint fragrance on the woman's body.

The sky is very far away, the wind is a little cool, the surrounding grass and trees are withered and yellow, and the ones that have not withered are also showing a state of shrinking.

"In addition to our army indirectly supporting Li Quan, I also sent a letter to Liu Erzu, hoping that he can also take action to contain part of the Jin army." Meng Jiucheng said slowly: "They don't belong to each other, they fight for each other, and this righteous army is a great harm." Only by echoing each other and supporting each other can the Jin army take care of one thing and lose the other, and be tired of running for their lives. ”

Yang Miaozhen nodded yes, deeply agreeing, although this is the lesson and insight gained from the failure.

"I also told Liu Erzu about the army with Miaozhen in the letter." Meng Jiucheng chuckled lightly and said, "Miaozhen's name is louder than me. Now, the Shandong Righteous Army is the most powerful with us, Liu Erzu, and Li Quan. ”

"Meng Shuai is humble." Yang Miaozhen saw Meng Jiucheng tilting his head and staring at her as if he was weird, pursed the corners of his mouth slightly, and said in a low voice: "The slave family is wrong, Jiucheng don't be surprised." ”

Meng Jiucheng smiled, gently knocked on Yang Miaozhen's hand with the telescope in his hand, and said, "After this battle, there will always be a quiet period for the month, so let's take care of the family affairs." It's always a little awkward. ”

Yang Miaozhen hummed, her eyes were clear, she slowly lowered her head, and gently pursed the corners of her mouth, as if she was smiling but not smiling, as if she was ashamed.

Meng Jiucheng's heart moved, and he couldn't help but whisper: "The most important thing is the gentleness of the bowed head, just like the shyness of the water lotus flower that is not able to overcome the cool breeze——"

Yang Miaozhen raised her eyes to look at Meng Jiucheng, smiled shyly, and waited for Meng Jiucheng to finish reciting this strange poem.

Meng Jiucheng scratched his ears and cheeks, twisted his eyebrows and squeezed his eyes, he still remembered the original poem, but the meaning was all off track, what is precious, isn't it saying goodbye to Yang Miaozhen?

Make up, how can you make up two sentences, Meng Jiucheng stirred his brain, his hand clenched his fist and let go, his face turned red and white.

Finally, when Yang Miaozhen lightly opened her lips to speak, she opened her mouth and said: "Say a stunning, praise a stunning, there is a sweet sorrow in that stunning-"

As Meng Jiucheng breathed a sigh of relief, his entire body relaxed.

Yang Miaozhen's lips moved slightly, as if she was reciting Meng Jiucheng's random patchwork of poems.

After a long while, she sighed softly and said, "I don't know this word, but it sounds like inhaling the fragrance of flowers." Sweet sorrow, weird, but also good. ”

"It's just that I said it casually, and it just sounds good to the ear." Meng Jiu didn't want to use any poetry to elevate himself, and of course he didn't have to lie to cover it up.

Yang Miaozhen couldn't help but laugh when she saw Meng Jiucheng's honest appearance.

Meng Jiucheng's eyes flashed, he reached out and took out a pair of jade bracelets from his arms, took Yang Miaozhen's hand and put it on, and said in his mouth: "That, you give me a cloth towel, I, I give you this." ”

Yang Miaozhen was defenseless, so she was grabbed by the hand, stunned for a moment, but she couldn't bear to earn back.

When she saw Meng Jiucheng clumsily putting on it and couldn't put it on, and her forehead seemed to be sweating, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Look at you, you're sweating." Yang Miaozhen flew outside the Nine Heavens Cloud in disgust, smiled and cooperated, put the crystal jade bracelet on her wrist, shook her hand, and was really happy.

Hehe, Meng Jiucheng's trick succeeded, and he laughed dryly.

There are one and two, and when no one is there in the future, Yang Miao really won't resist.

Hold hands, hug and kiss in the future, and take advantage of the inch, and you won't be beaten, right?

It's a little complicated, a little less pure.

In this regard, Meng Jiucheng felt a little ashamed in his heart, but he also secretly decided to treat Yang Miaozhen well, which was regarded as making up and rewarding.

As for what martial arts are strong, since Meng Jiucheng doesn't want to be a negative man, he doesn't need to be afraid.

Sitting on the stone, the two talked and laughed from time to time.

I don't know when, Meng Jiucheng and Yang Miaozhen were already shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, but it seemed so natural, as if it should be like this, no one had a weird feeling.

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In ancient times, because of roads and means of transportation, it often took a month to gather troops and accumulate grain and grass.

But no matter how late there was a day of action, Meng Jiucheng stayed in Yishui for less than ten days, and after the Jin army had been arranged, he began to attack Li Quan's department.

Fusan Anzhen led the army out of Qingzhou and attacked Linqu; Weizhou (now Weifang) led his troops south, pointing directly at Anqiu; More than 2,000 light horsemen crossed the river from Shibu Town in the upper reaches of Wenshui, and attacked Anqiu from the east with Wanyan.

Such an arrangement has the intention of surrounding Li Quan's troops in Linqu and annihilating them in one fell swoop.

Therefore, the main purpose of Fusan Anzhen's march was not in a hurry, and the main purpose was to attract Li Quan's main force in the Linqu area.

According to the plan, after Yan Yan and Fusan Liujia broke through Anqiu, they would besiege Linqu from the east and south, and strive to completely annihilate Li Quan's Red Jacket Army.

Copying the opponent's rear route with cavalry is not only the usual method of the Mongolian army, but also the common tactics of the Jin army.

Using this tactic, when Fusan Anzhen conquered Yang An'er, he defeated Xin Qi, who was guarding the Thorn River, and Shi Poli, who was out of the Laizhou field battle, and finally cut off Yang An'er's way to retreat south at the dripping head.