The people of Chu and Wei are not cold-tolerant, and they are afraid that they are hiding in military tents to keep warm, and they will be lazy if they don't move their bodies.

Song Yue seized this point, found an opportunity to kill the soldiers who were keeping vigil, and infiltrated silently.

According to the previous plan, the North Vietnamese army was divided into three routes, half of them infiltrated the enemy position to assassinate the soldiers, the other half were ambushed in place, and then attacked vigorously after receiving the signal, and the last route was led by Song Yue, ready to enter the tent and personally take the head of the prince of Chu Wei.

There was silence along the way, and only snoring could be heard from the tent. Song Yue successfully sneaked to the tent, and found that there was no one to guard in front of the tent, and the alarm bell in his heart was strange, and he was about to turn around and order to withdraw his hand, when a terrible cry suddenly came from the camp tent not far away, and soon, one after another, the camp tent continued to shout, and the ghost crying wolf howl was very clear in the quiet night.

frowned: Didn't you tell them to be silent with their spatulas? How did you make such a big commotion? If it is discovered, it will be bad, like catching a turtle in an urn and there is no way to escape.

And Song Yue, the turtle, couldn't take care of these at this time, and opened the curtain of the handsome tent and rushed in first

I saw a small soldier in the tent napping in front of the bed, and when he saw the enemy coming, he raised his sword in fright and shouted: "What man! Don't come here! Don't come here!"

Song Yue walked over with light steps, only to see a person lying on the bed, wrapped in a brocade quilt with his back to them, only his head was exposed, and he was short of breath and fell asleep very deeply.

Song Yue smiled smugly and walked towards the little soldier with his knife.

Who knew that this little soldier actually didn't mean to protect the master, turned around and took a knife to cut open the handsome tent, and the first one got out and fled.

Song Yue sneered, stood still in front of the bed, and thought: He is too sick, there is no point in killing him at this moment, but if you don't kill him, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in your heart.

raised the knife, and when the knife fell to Shen Mu, his head suddenly separated.

Song Yue lifted Shen Mushi's head, turned around to take a look, but found that this head was clearly not the prince of Chu Wei, but the meticulous work he made people infiltrate the Chu Wei army!

The face is purple, and the seven orifices are bleeding, obviously poisoned!

He hurriedly threw his head and kept wiping the blood that had been splashed on his palm when he had just broken his neck, for fear that he would be poisoned.

"See how my face changes?"

Song Yue roared angrily and questioned the soldiers behind him in a panic.

The blood-stained areas of his face were dyed blue like dye, and he wiped it with his own hands, wiping it away, and everywhere he went, there were faint blue spots, like bruises.

"Your Highness, this ......."

The leading soldiers were hesitant and didn't know whether to tell the truth or not.

The screams outside were endless, Song Yue knew the plan, Tie Qing led everyone to open the curtain with a blue face, and rushed out of the handsome tent with a roar.

He was so anxious that he only hoped that those screams were Chu Wei's men and horses instead of his own, so that there was still a chance of victory.

Outside the tent, the Chu and Wei troops went out, but the North Vietnamese army fled in twos and threes, and they were in a mess everywhere.

In a few moments, the dead and wounded of the North Vietnamese army were wounded, and the ground was littered with corpses.

Except for a very small number of North Vietnamese troops who escaped, only a few hundred of the thousands of men and horses brought by Song Yue were still desperately resisting on the field.

When I first arrived, the thick snow covered the school training ground, but now the footprints are mixed, and the blood stains the thick snow, and it is no longer pure white.

"What about people! Where have all the people gone! ”

Song Yue roared in a trembling voice, and for some reason, the four thousand soldiers and horses disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Your Highness!"

When the remnants of the North Vietnamese soldiers saw their master appear, they surrounded them excitedly as if they had drowned in driftwood.

In this way, they were completely surrounded by the Chu Wei army, and they happened to be wiped out.

"Song Yue, do you descend or not!"

Suddenly, a deep sound came from afar.

Song Yue couldn't tell who was talking, and twisted his head to look around.

The sound of galloping horses' hooves behind him came from far and near, and stepping on the snow was as dull and depressing as a talisman.

I saw Shen Mushi dressed in a snow-white fox, riding a snow-white BMW and rushing towards Chu Weiying.

There were about 2,000 cavalrymen behind him, all of them white, white horses, and white felt hats, and each of them was a snow-white with a little bit of red, which was the blood of the soldiers under his command.

The little soldier who had just escaped from the handsome tent in a hurry was not afraid at the moment, and ran to Shen Mushi's side to tell the military situation:

"Your Highness, there are more than 2,500 prisoners of the North Vietnamese Army, and more than 2,000 soldiers who did not fall into the pit have all been killed on the training ground, leaving only 100 enemy soldiers and the remnants of Song Yue's side."

"Liu Shangshu, stargazing and exploring the clouds, driving waves and catching fish, do you think this effect is good?"

Shen Mushi turned his head to look at Liu Qi, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Your Highness is wise, and Weichen admires it."

Liu Qi, who was wearing a soldier's clothes, replied with a smile.

When Song Yue glared at Shen Mu viciously, the blood in his chest was churning, and he was about to be angry to death.

He thought that his victory was in sight, but who knew that it would be reversed in a moment, and Shen Mushi, who should have been a dead man, was standing in front of him at this time, looking like he was holding the victory and looking calm and relaxed.

Song Yue was extremely angry, his face was even greener, and there was a slight purple light, and he shouted at Shen Mushi on the horse unwillingly: "What is rampant!" Our army still has 2,000 soldiers guarding outside, and your barracks formation is weak in defense and can't afford to fight! ”

"Liu Shangshu, do you know what to do when you pounce on the fish, if you want the fish to be unable to escape?"

Shen Mushi directly ignored Song Yue, and instead talked to Liu Qi.

"I would like to listen to the teachings of His Highness."

Liu Qi humbly asked.

"Chill Blade Tail Chop."

Shen Mushi opened his eyes slightly, smiled, and turned to look at Song Yue, his eyes flashed with a strange light: "In this way, no matter how big and fierce this fish is, it can't swim on the waves, and it can only be slaughtered by others." ”

As soon as Song Yue touched Shen Mu's cold gaze, he shuddered.

I vaguely guessed that the 2,000 North Vietnamese soldiers were probably more than lucky, and even the snow-white and bloodstained cavalry in front of him was stained with the blood of the North Vietnamese soldiers.

"Are you going to descend or not?"

Shen Mushi asked coldly again.

"Drop a fart!"

Song Yue yelled.

"I'd rather die on the battlefield than succumb to you bastard!"

"Really?"

Shen Mushi's face was even colder, like the frost and snow in the northern frontier, even in the dark, there was a faint light.

"Liu Qi, withdraw the military tent."

Shen Mushi suddenly ordered.

As soon as the military tent was removed, a five-zhang deep semi-circular pit appeared in front of everyone.

There were a large number of North Vietnamese soldiers inside, who either broke their legs or were mistakenly killed and trampled on by the weapons of their companions who fell into the pit first. Moreover, every North Vietnamese soldier was splashed with lard by Chu Wei soldiers, and even if he wanted to escape, he couldn't even hold his weapon because of the slippery lard, and he couldn't climb up the pit after struggling.

For a while, the smell of blood and lard in the pit was pervasive, and the wailing was non-stop.

"You!"

Song Yue was extremely shocked when he saw this, he didn't expect Shen Mushi's art of war to be so weird, it was he who was too careless and underestimated Chu Wei's "God of War".

"Fetch a torch."

Shen Mushi coldly ordered.

Now he was surrounded by a cold aura of killing intent, as cold as a Shura from hell.

"What do you want to do!"

Song Yue felt chills from the bottom of his heart, and his voice began to tremble in fear.

In fact, he asked knowingly, and Shen Mushi could see what he wanted to do.

This man is ruthless, like a demon, and his methods of dealing with his enemies are even more cruel.

Liu Qi, who was silently watching all this, was secretly frightened: three days ago, His Highness asked them to dig a pit, and he could guess the purpose, but he didn't know that His Highness was going to slaughter the remnants of North Vietnam with fire, this kind of method is like purgatory, it is outrageous!

Can such a person really become the Ming Jun of Chu Wei?

Liu Qi and Liu Dashangshu, who had been loyal to the prince for many years, were shaken for the first time in their hearts.

"Last chance, will you descend or not?"

Shen Mushi rode his horse forward a few steps, looked down at Song Yue ruthlessly, and said, "You have been poisoned, and you can live for another five days at most." Bring me down, and they will not die; If you don't surrender, then I will kill all your people one by one, do you really plan to let these North Vietnamese soldiers bury you with you? ”

"Shen Mushi, you are so vicious!"

Song Yue trembled, and the fear in his heart continued to spread.

Shen Mushi defeated him in front of everyone, leaving him powerless to fight back.

If he refused, none of the 6,000 soldiers would be spared, and if he surrendered, how would he gain a foothold in the army when he returned to the court?

How will those princes with wolf ambitions pull him off the horse and take the opportunity to take his crown prince?

Song Yue's brows were tightly locked, and there was a war between heaven and man in his heart, and even the soldiers behind him noticed that something was wrong, and they all looked at the prince anxiously, but no one dared to persuade him to surrender.

"On the battlefield, we don't talk about mercy, we talk about victory and defeat. The North Vietnamese brutally killed more than 10,000 soldiers and civilians in our plough city, the men were skinned and their limbs were cut off, and the women were insulted, raped and killed or reduced to the North Vietnamese prostitutes, how could you ever be merciful? ”

Shen Mushi's voice was like a cold north wind, and his howl blew through everyone's eardrums, sweeping away the pity in the hearts of the soldiers at once.

Yes, compared to the tyrannical acts of the North Vietnamese, their methods are nothing in between.

Especially Liu Qi, who has been in the court for a long time, almost forgot the miserable scenes in the past.

Everywhere the enemy North Vietnamese army went, there was no grass, the old people and children all died tragically under the butcher's knives of the North Vietnamese without exception, the women were stripped naked, raped and killed, and the road was littered with naked corpses.

Liu Qi slapped himself hard to wake himself up, and walked to the edge of the pit with a torch himself, and only waited for Shen Mu to order him to light the fire without hesitation.

"You!"

Song Yue could not deny that before Shen Mushi led his troops to defeat North Vietnam, it was indeed North Vietnam that took advantage.

The North Vietnamese captives ransom, raped and plundered, and did whatever they wanted.

The guerrilla warfare tactics of the Chu Wei army against this Hu army were like stupid dogs being played by cats, which were difficult to deal with.

"Give a happy word, whether it will fall or not!"

Shen Mushi suddenly raised his voice, and his tone was full of threats.

He concluded that Song Yue would not surrender, and that this step-by-step pressure was just to force out his fox tail.

If it falls, Song Yue will lose the weight in the heart of the emperor of North Vietnam, and the crown prince will immediately be replaced by his brother, and he will no longer be able to raise his head.

What those North Vietnamese soldiers were was far less important than his power and face.

Sure enough, Song Yue was dripping with sweat on his forehead, panting lowly, but his eyes were looking at the Chu Wei military camp with a sneaky look.

He must have been thinking of trying to break out of the barracks, or find a gap to kill his mount, and grab it when it fell, so as to blackmail the Chu Wei army into letting him go.

Foolish, not self-sufficient.

Shen Mushi snorted coldly, his eyes were full of disdain for a person like Song Yue who was greedy for life and afraid of death.

Time passed minute by minute, and Song Yue still refused to speak.

Suddenly, a high-pitched and shrill cry rang through the barracks: "Let's land!" We're just going to do it! Ask Prince Chu Wei for mercy! ”