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The 3,000 princes' army marched quickly in a tight marching column. The team crossed the Xianzhan Station, but the county seat was still dozens of miles away.

In the front army, Qin Yuan kept an eye on the surrounding movements on the horse.

"Huh-" Looking at the steep terrain not far away, his heart jumped violently. Why is the slope of the hill on both sides so flat?

"Hahaha, hahaha-" A long and loud laugh sounded from the mountain ridge on the right, and the sound of happy laughter stirred endlessly between the mountain passes, spreading throughout the front of the prince's army.

"Yang Fu dog thief! A certain family has been waiting here for a long time, hahaha......"

Qin Yuan suppressed the surprise in his heart, looked up at the place where the voice came from, and saw a general standing tall on the top of the hill on his right, holding a spear, and the red cloak on his body trembled in the wind.

The figure waved his hand, and on the low hills on both sides, neatly arranged Song soldiers appeared one after another, either holding dry firewood and hay in their hands, or holding bows and arrows, and there were flames burning in the wind on the arrows.

"Fire attack?" Qin Yuan's face was full of surprise, and he wondered from the bottom of his heart, could it be that he wanted to burn his soldiers and horses just because of the dry firewood they threw behind??? I don't know the season!

"Withdraw! The whole army retreated a mile! "But in general, crossbowmen on the mountains are still a threat to the army. All kinds of thoughts in Qin Yuan's heart turned like lightning, and finally, for the sake of safety, he planned to retreat a mile one after another to see how the enemy was doing.

"Retreat? It's late. Looking at the prince's army retreating in an orderly manner, Zhang Fuyang showed a smug smile on his face. With a fierce wave of his right hand, "Set fire—"

It was foggy this morning. In addition, there is a lot of dew in spring, and the herbs are moist and there are no innate conditions for arson. But the problem is that Zhang Fuyang never thought of relying on fire to burn the prince's army, what he really wanted was smoke, thick smoke, mixed with a lot of 'artificial' smoke!

Smoke can also kill people, and it is extremely uncomfortable to suffocate to death. Zhang Fuyang didn't know this, because he hadn't thought of this yet, all he wanted was to use thick smoke to "smoke" Yang Fu's prince's army-

The oil alone can burn on its own, and if it is combined with the dried firewood branches that Zhang Fuyang has been collecting and stockpiling since yesterday. How could this fire not be burning?

If you want to get the smoke, the dewdrop-stained leaves and grass covered by the fire are one of them, and the sloping wet grass and branches that the Song soldiers took the initiative to cover are the second. And the most important thing is that there is a wind now, or a northeast wind, the wind fuels the fire, and the billowing smoke is blowing along with the wind.

"Ahem—"

People can run over the wind. Thick black smoke blew down the wind, and it didn't take long to engulf and cover the entire prince's army.

At the beginning, the black smoke was still light, and the effect was not obvious. But as the black smoke became thicker and thicker, the coughing sound in the military column became louder and louder. The neat military columns then dispersed!

Qin Yuan's face showed a deep solemnity, he already understood Song Jun's intentions. But he couldn't solve it!

Medium count. Hit the trick!

"Whoosh-"

A rain of arrows struck, from the mountains to the left and right, followed by another.

Arrows rained down.

The screams of the soldiers in the middle of the arrows made the already panicked princeling army even more panicked, and the survival ** Qin Yuan's front army in the human bones quickly fell into chaos-

None of that person wanted to stay in the smoke and breathless, not to mention. I couldn't even open my eyes, let alone suffer from the rain of arrows.

"Go up the hill—" shouted in the confusion from whom it was not known.

The entire front of the prince's army seemed to wake up suddenly. A swarm of bees poured into the mountains and hills on the left and right.

The wind was northeasterly, and the main direction of the smoke was southwest, that is, the direction of the official road along which the prince's army marched to the county seat. Although there will be Song soldiers lurking in the mountains on both sides, our own army also has 3,000 men and horses, and they were not our opponents when they had fortifications to defend before, and they will be the same now.

Qin Yuan's own eyes were red from the smoke, and his voice was even more hoarse, but none of this could compare to the pain caused by his soldiers swarming towards the mountains on his left and right. "Quickly report to Yang Taishou and order him to immediately lead the rear army to rescue ......"

With a hoarse voice, Qin Yuan roared at the soldiers beside him.

No matter how thick the smoke was, there was a time when it dissipated, and Qin Yuan believed that as long as the soldiers and horses withdrew back for a mile, the whole army could get out of the central area covered by the thick smoke. After all, no matter how thick the smoke is, it will be blown away, and if it is withdrawn for a mile, there is a distance between it, and the smoke is not a threat at all.

It's a pity that although the soldiers under his command are elite, they can't stand the pain caused by the thick smoke, and the top of their heads is like an arrow falling, and with a shout, they can no longer be restrained.

The front army had fallen into the cage laid by the enemy on its own. Qin Yuan believed in his own judgment, the Song army must have an ambush in the hills! Wasn't the army led by the general surnamed Chen who guarded Xianzhanyi before already scattered into the mountains and hills?

Facts have proved that Qin Yuan's prediction is really not bad. Zhu Biao set up an ambush between the mountains, and it took a lot of effort to complete the arrangement.

More than 5,000 of Chen An's subordinates were stationed on eight hills on both sides of the line, and each hill was filled with stones of different sizes, rolling logs, and straw cages poured with fire oil by Song soldiers overnight, and a large amount of fire oil was sprinkled on the narrow ground between the mountains and the lower half of each hillside.

It can be said that this place is a place that can be transformed into a sea of hellfire in the blink of an eye.

Chen An stood tall on the top of a hill, looking at the prince's soldiers who were surging in at his feet, and his always stern and square face also had an extremely bright smile at this moment.

"Set fire—"

With a fierce wave of his right hand downward, Chen An's eyes were full of excitement.

"Whoosh-" Rows of rockets immediately rose into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, burning logs and fire grass cages rolled down the mountain. A raging flame suddenly rose from the foot of the mountain, which was crowded with soldiers of the prince's army.

"Whew-"

Qin Yuan tried his best to persuade the soldiers to flock to the mountain, and the inside was closer. The fire 'rolled' down, and they all startled their mounts. Raised his head and hissed. There are no creatures in nature who are not afraid of fire, and they are frightened to retreat again and again.

On horseback, Qin Yuan looked around, his face was miserable, and there were fires burning on many hills along the line, which proved that there were people from the Song soldiers on many hills. Now, even if the officers and men of the former army retreat, they will be shot by the crossbows of the Song army on the hills along the way.

The bottom of the mountain became a burning hell, and in the midst of the billowing smoke and raging fires, I don't know how many soldiers were burning with fire. Running and wailing, and burying in it-

Naturally, all the queues were in a mess. Especially for heavy shield soldiers and sword players, the heavy shields and hand cards that get in the way of escape have long been thrown to the ground.

"Driving—"

Taking a deep breath of scorching air, Qin Yuan slammed the back of the big knife on the horse's stock.

"Whew-"

The war horse was in pain, looked up to the sky with a long roar, and galloped forward dozens of steps. "Come with me-" Qin Yuan waved his broadsword, and a thunderous roar exhaled from his mouth, "Come with me." ”

"Rush out, rush out—

If you want to live, rush forward with me—"

Qin Yuan looked back at the road in front of him angrily, and it seemed that the tall figure on the top of the mountain was still imprinted in front of him.

It's a pity that the scorching flames have burned and distorted the air, and the vision is blurred.

……

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"Hurry—"

"Hurry up—keep up—"

It's less than two miles east of the Hellfire. Zhu Biao led Zhang Hebu to copy Yang Fu's army desperately.

Although the fire on the west side burned badly, it was only the front army that fell to the ground. And as long as the prince's army doesn't get dizzy, drill into the fire, run to the official road, and run straight back with the feeling of burning his eyebrows on fire. There is still a good chance of escape.

However, even if Yang Fu's former army escaped, it was still a group of chaotic soldiers, and its combat power was greatly reduced. Now the focus of the war has shifted to Yang Fu's rear army. Zhu Biao is going to lead the troops to kill. Otherwise, is it possible to wait until Yang Fu reassembles and arranges the chaotic troops before coming to fight?

…………

"Dada-da-"

Lacking the 'fuel' in nature, even though the Song army prepared all night and poured a lot of oil, the fire only weakened after a quarter of an hour's 'peak'.

Amid the howling of the rebels, the sound of the hooves of the horses of the three hundred light horsemen did not seem to attract much attention. Feng Enjiang and the three hundred cavalry under his command covered their faces with wet towels one by one, and their war horses wore blindfolds, and they faced the weakened smoke and flames, and the horses chased after Qin Yuan's subordinates.

was stunned and rushed to the place where he was a hundred paces away, only to find out that the soldiers of the princeling army who were in a mess and were in shock.

Smoke rose to the sky in the mountains not far away, flames were churning, and the wailing and screaming of the princes' soldiers could still be heard clearly. There were constantly wolf-looking princes' soldiers running out of the billowing smoke, most of them with scorched faces, and their battle robes were on fire in many places. Escaping from the mountains and mountains, these princes' soldiers either rolled to the ground in a chaotic manner, or threw each other on the ground, and looked back from time to time, their faces full of palpitations.

At this moment, Qin Yuan's elite 3,000-former army completely collapsed.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack-" The terrible scream made the princes' soldiers suddenly tense up in their mood, and looked around in disbelief.

"Cavalry, cavalry—" another howl shouted. Just a fucking catastrophe that escaped with his life, why did he encounter a cavalry assault, so unlucky and not alive?

Many of the princelings soldiers looked at each other in disbelief, and then they saw a group of black cavalry on the official road behind them sweeping towards this side at a high speed.

Although I can't see how many people there are, just by looking at the fact that this group of cavalry can assault at this moment, then I know that it must be an elite. The personal guards selected by Zhu Biao, the personal guards selected from the army of the prince of Song, are of course elite.

In front of the cavalry, one will be convex forward. Since officially leading the troops to fight, Feng Enjiang has enjoyed this feeling of galloping wantonly and trampling on the enemy.

"Kill-" A touch of cold murder solidified at the corner of Feng Enjiang's mouth, was this "thing" in front of him like a group of beggars still the proud elite of the prince's army a few hours ago? After one setback after another, has this previously proud elite become vulnerable at this time? (To be continued.)