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Through the two armies fighting, Liu Zhuo saw that a person on the opposite side was standing in front of the Zhou army's tent, surrounded by hundreds of people, and the momentum was quite extraordinary.

"Someone, do you see that-" His heart moved, and Liu Zhuo immediately whispered to the sharpshooters on the left and right.

More than a dozen soldiers on the left and right immediately rushed out, shielding Liu Zhuo from time and opening up a space.

Controlling the horse with two legs, a sharpshooter on Liu Zhuo's side sat firmly on the saddle, a sharp arrow had reached his right hand, and the bow and arrow in his left hand were pulled onto the bowstring, and the two arms were stretched out and exhaled, and the strong bow slowly opened in the tightness of the creaking bowstring.

"Nine times out of ten, this guy is the main commander of the enemy army, as long as he shoots him, the Zhou army that resists in front of him is afraid that he will immediately scatter!" Liu Zhuo stared at the target like an eagle with eagle eyes, and said as he spoke.

The marksman was unmoved, holding his breath and concentrating, and the arrow on the ground was slightly raised. It seems that people have left the hustle and bustle of the battlefield at the moment, and at this moment, they have not heard a single qiē voice, and slightly adjusted the angle of fire - the whole world suddenly became deathly silent! All that was left was the target standing in front of him.

"Drink—"

The marksman's left eye opened slightly, and the cold killing intent swept away in his eyes, "Medium-" screamed in his heart, and his right hand was released.

"Hum—" The bouncing of the bowstring hit your ears.

In the vibrato vibration, a little cold light came out like a bolt, and in an instant, it swept a distance of a hundred paces and went straight to the target's chest.

"General be careful!" One of the guards suddenly shouted loudly.

Zhong Xiang then noticed that a bright star suddenly flashed in front of him-

"Hmph-"

With a muffled snort, Zhong Xiang, who couldn't avoid it, was hit by an arrow in the chest, and he turned over and fell to the ground in sudden pain.

Is it an arrow to kill? Or—

Liu Zhuo didn't have time to think carefully, and he had already shouted loudly: "Zhong Xiang is dead, Zhong Xiang is dead-"

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in a small town.

The cavalry troops had been gone for a long time, and the more than 40,000 infantry troops were also immersed in sleep in the middle of the night.

But. Some people just can't sleep no matter what.

One of the best houses in town. The original owner inside has disappeared, but the lights and candles are bright, and there is a table of wine on the main house, King Song and Zhu Biao are talking there with their heads bowed and whispering, seeing that Zhu Biao's expression is still very relaxed, but King Song's face is a little stiff.

"Oh, king, don't worry, don't worry......" Zhu Biao had a relaxed smile on his face, comforting King Song. Let's see in the future. The plan of running at night was very good, and the Zhou army could not have imagined that our army would send cavalry to attack in the middle of the night. As the saying goes: if you are not prepared to attack it, you will be taken by surprise, and tonight our army can be expected to win a big victory! ”

"Don't be afraid. Come, let's have a drink! As he spoke, Zhu Biao raised his glass. He was very respectful to the King of Song, but only respectful. Just the surface.

"Alas, then borrow Zhu Shuai's auspicious words, do it!" King Song raised his glass and drank it all.

He has no strategy, and he can only wait for the result except to wait for the result. The command of the war has always been entrusted to Zhu Biao, and although King Song knew that he was a signboard, he had never made small moves. I never thought about making small moves. King Song is very famous, and he also won Zhu Biao's favor in this regard. At the beginning, he chose to trust the critical situation in Shizhou, and in the current situation, even if the seven or eight thousand cavalry were wiped out. It has a heavy impact on the future prospects, and the remaining 40,000 infantry troops are also capable of holding on.

They are only one place away from the Tang King, and the Song King wants to keep some more military horses to contribute more to the Tang King, and also to make his face and future status look better. So as not to be so embarrassing. Human nature, Zhu Biao understands.

"!"

King Song poured another cup for himself. After drinking the wine in the glass again, his nervous and stiff expression eased a little.

Zhu Biao did not continue to persuade, because this is not persuasion that can persuade people, and if the persuasion is urgent, it is likely to backfire.

The idea of the cavalry running at night was something he came up with, and he thought he was very sure. Most of the people here don't even agree with this move, and Zhou Jun won't expect it. It's a real surprise, and it's a shame not to take the opportunity to knock them hard.

After the fifth watch, the time is still dark. Winter is no longer the same.

"Newspaper—" Outside the mansion, a flying horse galloped over, entered the gate and rushed straight to the main hall, and the shouts could be heard even by the surrounding soldiers who had rested. "King Yu, Zhu Shuai, our army's night attack camp has won a complete victory. Defeated the enemy's main general, Zhong Xiang, and fifteen officers above the Sima level below, and 30,000 Zhou troops were completely defeated......"

……

As soon as the sound of "...... lala", the pen holder, paperweight, inkstone, cup and other objects on the bookcase were all swept off by Qian Yunshan with a wave of his arm, and then he was still angry, and kicked the entire bookcase to the ground with a kick.

"Cavalry, cavalry, damn cavalry, damn Zhu Biao. This scourge of heaven and earth, this official swears to kill you! ”

As the assassin of Texas, as the chief general who supervised the army to encircle and suppress the Song army, Qian Yunshan could not control his anger and anger at this moment. The cavalry of the Song army rushed at night and secretly attacked Zhong Xiang's 30,000 army, although the Song army's infantry in the town was still closely watched by the 30,000 wolf cavalry of Bingzhou and could not move, but their way to the northwest was still opened.

Qian Yunshan's multi-way encirclement strategy, first the military horses were overdue, and the strict order of reprimand was completely bankrupt before the strict order of reprimand was issued. Qian Yunshan's heart is called a hate!

Zhong Xiang, another general, died at the hands of the Song army. A person who is usually quite strategic, died in a night attack in a daze......

How can this be!!

……

"Hahaha, hahaha......"

Shi Yuan was laughing. The news of the defeat of the Zhou army Tongliang was passed to the Tang army camp by the Tang King Xizuo, who was lurking in Texas.

At the same time that Dang Shikui also lost his temper when he got the news, Shi Yuan and Shangguan Renqing were talking and laughing freely and comfortably.

In the army, Shi Yuan and Shangguan Renqing sat opposite each other, and there were only four small dishes and a small jar of wine on the table, but the two of them ate and drank satisfactorily. The wine is dry, and the laughter is not stopped, but I don't care about the simplicity on this table.

……

A day later, outside the south gate of the town, Chen Anying Village.

The fight has been going on for a long time. After the sky was bright, the black pressure of the Bingzhou wolf cavalry pressed the formation, and the two Zhou army infantry armors that arrived in a hurry yesterday afternoon, more than half of the 50,000 people were concentrated in front of the Chen An camp.

The bed crossbows and small thunderbolts that had been assembled overnight were not idly firing and throwing stones at the Chen An camp.

As the focus of the attack. The horses and antlers were gone, and the two camp gates collapsed. Now several shield carts have rushed to the gate, where dozens of Zhou soldiers are busy going in and out, bags and pieces, sandbags and stones used by the Song army to block the door, and even round and thick wood for reinforcement. Knock them all down.

The attacking Zhou army saw the movements of the Song army inside clearly, and after the gate fell, the bed crossbow stopped, and the small thunderbolt immediately began to extend and shoot inward. After that, he sent a shield cart to cover the strong soldiers, and went to the gate to carry dirt and stone sandbags, little by little until all the obstacles were emptied!

Things went smoothly, less than an hour in the afternoon. After a hard work, the carrying team emptied the hundreds of bags of sandbags and heavy bricks and stones that the Song army had piled up behind the gate, and the earth, stone and sandbags that were moved out were piled up on a hill outside.

"Kill, kill, ......" The sound of killing sounded, and the Zhou army launched the first infantry charge in this battle.

Zhou Zhiqiang held a long card half a person high. With a pair of blood-red eyes, as if blood was about to ooze out, his mouth shouted loudly, stepping over the remains of his comrades of Zhou Jun who fell at the door. The third time he charged into the camp.

The front where he was, the front of a thousand people. In this engagement alone, nearly half of them have fallen by now. The last time they had suffered so many casualties and rushed into the Song army camp, they were finally driven back.

There are only about 30 people under his command. So far, the losses can only be described as miserable. But as the front of the whole battalion, as an assault sharp, now you must continue to kill with knives and guns.

There was still an unquenched fire wafting in the cold wind beneath his feet. Zhou Zhiqiang also didn't know how the Song army had preserved the oil tanks under the rocks, nor how they had built such strong fortifications in just two days.

The camp was also only a civil structure, but the rough wooden pole fence smashed by the stones thrown by the thunderbolt could not shake the camp wall that was more than a foot high below the fence. It's incredible!

It should be like this, so that the Song army can withstand more than 20 thunderbolt cars and project day and night, and still maintain a strong fighting spirit and strong combat power.

During the second attack, the Song army in the camp threw boiling vegetable oil. That's a big burn! No matter how brave and good the soldiers of the Zhou army were, they could only retreat in the face of the merciless fire. Zhou Zhiqiang can only pray to heaven now, praying that God will bless him not to be hit by the fire cup. Zhou Zhiqiang, who has a brave personality, would rather lose his head than be burned beyond recognition.

A few fires were still burning, and the black ground was steaming freely. Although the morale of the Song army in the camp is good, the morale of the army is stable, and the number of people is not too small, but when the cold wind blows the fragrance in the nose, everyone's face is so ugly.

The land of the outer defenses had been soaked in blood and turned a dark red.

Zhou Zhiqiang has now completely lost his ability to think, and his mind is full of killing, killing, killing! Kill into the camp and kill all the Song rebellions, and you can live in peace!

Every time he retreated, after a short rest, he would follow the officer leading the team again, and launch a new and more fierce charge towards the camp.

Many ladders more than a foot long were carried by the Zhou soldiers, which were the tools of their attack. Don't look at Song Ying's skin is so broken, but the meat inside is hard to chew. In the camp of the Song army, in addition to the outer camp wall, there are also walls like frozen soil erected everywhere inside. Behind many earthen walls, there are also earth-and-stone steps, even if they are hit a hundred times by stone bullets, the surface soil layer is like powder, and it will always be only the surface. Of course, there are many 'walls' in the normal sense inside, which can be damaged by stone bullets, and in those fallen or collapsed earthen walls, Zhou Zhiqiang also saw dry grass and vines and bamboo strips like spider webs, but there were not many collapsed.

Behind every earthen wall and every gap there were groups of Song troops, where they were fighting on both sides, and the periphery of the camp had already fallen with corpses all over the ground.

The ladder was erected to the wall, and Zhou Zhiqiang took the lead and was the first to quickly climb up. The first two earthen walls. For Zhou Zhiqiang, who has already attacked twice, he is familiar with the way. But when he was about to climb to the top, the long card that he had been holding in his hand suddenly hit the top of his head, and he heard the sound of movement above.

A spear stabbed down fiercely, but was blocked by the long card. Zhou Zhiqiang knew that the wall he was on was very narrow, so narrow that it was impossible to stand up at all. There was a spear piercing on the top of the head, and it can only be said that after the retreat of his own people who were only able to attack for the second time, the Song army now used stone bullets and sandbags to accumulate a layer behind the wall.

Such a system of fortifications is like the courtyard wall of the landlord gentry, and those who dare not build a thick wall are directly added to the high courtyard wall, on which people can stand, and the high wall in front is used as a female wall of the low wall.

The long card with the spear on top is to push upwards. The strength of the other party's Song Bing was not as great as Zhou Zhiqiang. Zhou Zhiqiang has also practiced a foreign kung fu, and he is the most lacking in strength.

This surge of strength made the spearmen of the Song army almost get out of their hands, and the tips of the spears that stabbed downward were all upward. Zhou Zhiqiang took the opportunity to jump up and climb onto the wall. The knife in his right hand between the lightning and flint was deflected outward, and he opened a waist knife that was slashed vertically. Immediately, the tip of the knife struck forward, and the cold blade had already pierced the chest of the Song army's spearmen.

Song Bing's body was like an electric shock in an instant, and the instinct to survive made him throw away the spear in his hand, and grabbed the blade that penetrated his chest with both hands, his eyes were wide open, and there was still a touch of extreme unwillingness in his expression......

With a "bang", a feather arrow hit the long card in Zhou Zhiqiang's hand. The arrow shows more than an inch of the long card, and the tail of the arrow is still swaying and trembling freely.

Strong archers? Zhou Zhiqiang disdainfully 'bah', a thief who steals everything. If you dare to fight head-on, you can cut ten of them by yourself.

Zhou Zhiqiang didn't know who shot this arrow. I don't know where the strong archman is hiding, because none of this matters to him, the important thing is that he was not injured by it, and the important thing is that he climbed over the first wall.

Draw the knife from the belly of the dead soul under the knife. With a backhand, the bloody blade slashed down the Song saber shield soldier who was partnering with the pikeman. Zhou Zhiqiang raised the bloody machete: "Brothers, kill!" ”

"Kill!" The war drums behind him beat more urgently, and the drums beat more passionately and vigorously.

Outside Chen An's camp, a general of the Zhou army also held a long card, roared loudly, and rushed towards the gate bravely with the personal soldiers around him.

"Boom, boom, boom—" The Thunderbolt's firing continued. Twenty or thirty thunderbolts are now only ten strong, and there is no problem left, so they continue to shoot, extending into the Song camp.

It's a pity that Zhu Biao, who has long played the trick of beating the camp with a thunderbolt car, how could he be unguarded after he became beaten?

In two days, in the middle of winter, the ground is also dug up, covered with thigh-thick beams as supports, and then covered with grass, rattan and bamboo strips on the beams, watered with sandy soil and mixed, and after one night, it will freeze and be solid. It can be regarded as a derivative version of Cao Cao's 'gathering sand into a city'.

The earthen walls that were erected between the camps were also built in the same way. Soil can't be compared with concrete, and grass and rattan bamboo strips can't be compared with steel bar, but it's always better.

Facts have proved that if this were not the case, the camp set up by the Song army would not be able to withstand the blow of the Zhou army's stone bullets at all. In the earthen kilns in the camp, the Song army not only slept comfortably, securely, and warmly, but also could boil water to make food, save fire oil, arrows and other military supplies.

In Chen An's words, a qiē is wonderful!

Beyond the first wall, the second wall was ten paces away. There was a gap in the wall that could be paralleled by three people, and several Song soldiers guarding there were glaring at Zhou Zhiqiang with fierce eyes, seeing that their two brothers were killed by his sword, and the hearts of these people were not frightened, but full of anger.

The fierce murderous aura approached in front of him, Zhou Zhiqiang sneered in his heart, shook his hand and shook off the blood stains on the blade, and sneered at the love in front of him with disdain.

"Kill—" The loud shouts of both sides rang out at the same time. The sword light and sword shadow crossed, and before a few Zhou soldiers who rushed forward first could let out a scream, they fell headlong outside the wall.

The combat power of the soldiers of the Song army who formed the Mandarin Duck Formation was far from being comparable to that of the ordinary soldiers of the Zhou army. Two long kills, five long spears, and several Zhou soldiers who rushed forward each had a big blood hole in their bodies.

The corners of Zhou Zhiqiang's mouth twitched, he attacked three times, and every time he attacked, there were a few unfatal fools. Some of these people don't have a long memory, and some of them were added later, and they haven't seen the strength of the Song army's battle array. He, Zhou Zhiqiang, was a Dubo, and he had to worry about the battle formation of the Song army, and he didn't dare to rush forward first. After seeing a few Zhou soldiers fall to the ground, he held a knife in one hand and a shield in the other, and took advantage of the gap between the two long kills that had not yet been drawn out of the corpses, and dodged into front of the spearmen.

Zhou Zhiqiang is a small Dubo, and the one qiē he encounters is just one of the many compositions of the picture on this big battlefield. It was the tip of the iceberg of the attack and killing battle, and in more places, countless Zhou troops died eight, nine, or ten, and they were not necessarily able to cut the lives of two Song soldiers.

With a sweep of the big knife, a Zhou soldier who had just emerged from the head of the city was immediately cut off by this knife, and the head that flew out flipped several times in the air before smashing heavily to the ground, blood spurted out from the neck, and then the headless body was like a straw planted from the long ladder......

The soldiers of the Zhou army under the wall did not even look at it, as if what had just fallen was not a corpse, but just a grain of dust, and they continued to climb towards the earthen wall with their swords, guns and shields.

At this time, several cans of boiling vegetable oil were sent from the back of the camp in time. The Song army, who was guarding the earthen wall, smiled and asked his subordinates to light the strips of cloth wrapped around the oil can, and then raised his hand, and the three-to-five-kilogram oil tank fell over the earthen wall more than a zhang high and fell outside the wall. Another can of ......

Suddenly, the fragrance of oil came, and a terrible cry also came from outside the wall......

(To be continued)