As night fell, there were no shouts of slaughter or the sound of golden drums, and both sides seemed to have exhausted their strength.

Lights lit up in Takahashi, and the defenders took turns toiling to clear the trenches and return to their original defensive state.

In the distance, piles of bonfires flickered, and the defeated Jin army camp was in a tragic.

The wounds of the servants were bandaged, but the man was still unconscious. His deputy, Wan Yan Jinghui, patrolled the camp and sighed in his heart.

Nearly 800 casualties were inflicted, and the last all-out attack resulted in heavy casualties instead of defeating the enemy.

Do you regret it? Of course, there are some, but Wanyan Jinghui doesn't think there is any mistake in command in his heart.

If you want to blame, you can only blame the enemy for being too cunning and insidious; If you want to blame, you can only blame the enemy for having a shocking gunpowder weapon; To blame, it can only be blamed for their knowledge of the enemy is too little.

Now, it doesn't matter if the servants can wake up or not, whether they can give orders again. Wanyan Jinghui decided to abandon the task, turned to retreat, and rendezvoused with Wanyan's theory.

Plagiarism on light riding certainly has its advantages and disadvantages that are difficult to avoid.

The limited carrying of materials and the lack of large-scale equipment have made the light cavalry group's ability to attack fortified positions seriously insufficient, and its long-lasting combat capability is also insufficient.

If the enemy is to continue to be consumed in Gaoqiao Town, the Jin army must divide and plunder in order to obtain food and grass to support.

But along the way, the Red Turban Army's strong walls and clear fields made it impossible for the Jin Army to replenish them, and also dispelled their idea of continuing to persevere.

Wanyan Jinghui looked back at the camp, and the few tents were like graves everywhere, dead and silent. A sense of foreboding grew heavier, and he frowned, slowly walked into the tent, and lay down in his clothes.

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A gloomy and dark canyon that gets narrower and narrower, and the front is full of rocks, and there is no way out?

Wanyan Jinghui called out to his soldiers, trying to make himself sound resolute and confident, but he began to feel uneasy. He could hear the tremors in his voice, which meant he was probably about to cry.

There was no one around, soldiers and officers didn't know where they were! Suddenly, in the grass under the rubble, he saw a huddled human body, no, it should be a corpse.

It was an officer, his very brave men.

But one side of the officer's cheek had been cut to blood, revealing white bones, and one eye was dangling outside the socket, glowing a strange green light.

"General......" The dead officer suddenly opened his only remaining eye with difficulty, and his green pupils shot out a sad light, muttering to Wan Yan Jinghui.

Wan Yan Jinghui jumped forward, put his arms through the officer's armpits, and dragged him back with force. The officer's body leaned forward and his head back, bloody and terrifying.

At this moment, the officer's dull eyes suddenly exploded, and the poisonous green juice sprayed onto Wan Yan Jinghui's face, which was hot and disgusting.

His mouth was wide open, and his teeth flew out of it like a rainstorm, hitting Wan Yan Jinghui's cheeks and forehead, and he could feel their smoothness and hardness.

Half-coagulated blood spurted from between his uneven gums, and the officer's tongue rolled out of his mouth, falling straight to Wan Yan Jinghui's feet like a bloody snake.

Wanyan Jinghui hurriedly threw down the terrifying corpse, and at this time, thousands of pythons came out of the pile of rubble. He was so terrified that he wanted to run, but the pythons wrapped around his legs like rattans.

Wan Yan Jinghui began to scream - thank God, in a dream, not in reality, otherwise he would have frightened the soldiers and detracted from the dignity of his commander.

Wanyan Jinghui was frightened awake, wiped his face with his palm, waited for the dream to leave him, and waited for the shock to leave him.

They did leave him, but surprisingly slowly. He stared into the darkness, not trying to make out the dream, but the vague dream became clear.

After sobering up, Wanyan Jinghui walked out of the tent and walked slowly in the camp.

It was already cold, but there were only a few small tents for the officers. The soldiers were wrapped in clothes or blankets and huddled around the campfire.

Some soldiers were asleep, some were babbling, some were tossing and turning.

The scene he saw eased Wan Yan Jinghui's tension, which proved that everything just now was nothing more than a nightmare.

Despite this, Wanyan Jinghui secretly made a decision: tomorrow, after breakfast, he will immediately set off to meet Lord Wanyan.

Tomorrow? There were less than two hours left until dawn, and Yan Jinghui and Jin Bing, who were sleeping and resting, would not have thought that a large net was coming to their heads, and their fate had already been decided.

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At night, the cool breeze blew through the half-withered leaves, through the rattling woods, and through countless hot and stern faces.

"Keep up, keep up, don't talk." A low, stern voice rang out in the ranks from time to time, and more of a jumble of footsteps and muffled coughs were heard.

Yang Miaozhen frowned slightly, pulled up a mound, and looked in the direction of Gaoqiao Town.

Even though she couldn't see anything, she wanted to see it. Because, there is her fiancé there, and there is her beautiful vision for her future life.

This is the woman of ancient times, who was betrothed as if she were married; He took his hand and put his arm around his waist, as if he were on bed.

And Meng Jiucheng not only gave Yang Miao the truth about a stable life, but also treated her sincerely and made her feel satisfied.

The more satisfied she felt, the more Yang Miaozhen put her mind on her husband. In the past, she was on her own, but now, if there is any storm, her husband can also support her.

Of course, Yang Miaozhen, Wang Min and others were against Meng Jiucheng's decision to personally sit in Gaoqiao, but they could not change Meng Jiucheng's stubbornness.

Therefore, Yang Miaozhen was very worried, but she had to force her composure so that others would not make fun of her secretly.

The sound of kicking hooves sounded, and Wang Min rode a mule to his side.

"Strategist." Yang Miaozhen turned her head to say hello and asked with concern: "The weather is cold, and the military advisor is better to take the car." ”

Wang Min nodded with a smile and said, "If I feel cold, I won't stiffen." Deputy marshal, you don't have to worry, Meng Shuai is confident, so he will insist on sitting in Gaoqiao. ”

"I'm not worried." Yang Miaozhen smiled duplicity and said, "I'm afraid that the encirclement will not succeed, so the Jin army will run away." ”

"The main transportation routes are blocked, and even if you can't completely annihilate the enemy, there won't be many people who will slip through the net." Wang Min pondered for a moment and said, "If in Gaoqiao Town, the Jin army suffered heavy losses, then it would be more certain. ”

Yang Miaozhen nodded and looked into the distance again. She hoped that the Jin army's attack would not be too fierce, Meng Jiucheng was unscathed, and the encirclement could inflict heavy losses on the Jin army, or even annihilate it completely.

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