At night, everything is silent.

Timur was in the mansion and had an in-depth exchange with several beautiful women who had been robbed, when suddenly there was a report from outside the door, saying that there was an abnormal movement in the barracks of the Literary and Art Army, and it seemed that a large number of soldiers and horses had taken advantage of the night to leave the camp.

Timur, who had just been satisfied twice, hurriedly left Mei Ji, got dressed, rushed out the door with a peculiar fishy smell, and hurried to the city with his men.

On the way, another wave of messengers arrived, saying that a large number of literary and artistic troops had appeared outside the city.

Timur's heart became more and more excited when he heard this, he was a belligerent personality, and he had always suppressed his impulse out of vigilance these days, and if the literary army dared to really attack the city, it would satisfy his desire to fight.

Hurrying to the top of the city, Timur saw at a glance the dense figures outside the city, although he could not see the situation outside clearly in the night, but the scene of the dense figures gathered in a formation could be seen.

Touching his chin, Timur couldn't figure out the thoughts of the literary and artistic army, but he didn't have the heart to wait for the literary and artistic army to attack first, and directly commanded the archers at the head of the city to take the lead in attacking.

Because it was night, the Mongolian army couldn't see the outside clearly, so the accuracy naturally dropped a lot, but the literary and artistic army outside was densely packed, and there was no need to aim at all.

Seeing the collapse of the literary and artistic army, Timur couldn't help laughing, but before he could laugh three times, a cold light suddenly appeared in the literary and artistic army outside the city, swept to the city like a swift wind, turned into a raging frost wind and exploded, freezing dozens of archers to death.

Before Timur could react, twelve cold rays of light burst out one after another, and one after another turned into twelve frost winds and exploded on the city's head, killing four or five hundred Mongolian soldiers.

"Bastard!" Seeing this, Timur was furious, snatched the iron spear in his hand from the side of him, and threw it at the place where the cold light appeared, but the person who shot it had obviously already moved elsewhere, and the iron spear he threw directly stabbed into the air.

The person who just made the move was naturally Ren Jiasheng, and now he is already in the Five Realms and Nine Realms, although his strength alone is not as good as the Six Realms, but with the Feather of the Divine Eagle, the spiritual magic blessed on the arrows naturally doubles in power, and it can be said that he suppressed the Mongolian archers on the entire city wall with the power of one person.

This is the terrible thing about a top archer, especially when he hides in the dark and makes unpredictable moves, on the contrary, the lights on the city are bright, and the Mongol army and others are completely living targets if they are in the daytime.

"Shoot me!" Considering that the terrain outside was not suitable for cavalry charges, Timur did not rashly order to go out of the city to meet the attack, but commanded his archers to continue the attack.

Not to mention tens of thousands of Mongolian archers on the entire section of the wall, there are still 3,000 people, and the number of casualties caused by so many people shooting together is naturally far more than the Mongolian soldiers shot by Jiasheng alone.

Although the Condor Army shot together, the Condor Army practiced the Split-String Archer, and the emphasis was not on projectiles, but on frontal shooting, and in the face of the Mongol soldiers standing on the high city wall, their shooting was indeed ineffective.

Seeing that the literary army never attacked the city, but kept shooting at his own side under the city, Timur couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.

Now the situation is obvious, in terms of archery alone, even if there is a cover of darkness, the killing efficiency of the literary and artistic army is not comparable to its own.

Fearing that the Wenyi Army would divide its troops to raid other city gates, he hurriedly carefully observed the Wenbang army outside the city, and only after confirming that there were at least 20,000 people on the other side did he breathe a sigh of relief.

If the other party secretly divides his troops to raid other city gates, it will be very dangerous for him to be difficult at that time.

But it seems that the literary army obviously didn't think of this stubble, but since this is the case, why do they stupidly keep shooting at their own side outside?

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"To get their attention, of course!"

Answering He Chaojun's inquiry, Fu Feng smiled, looked at Beibei on the other side of the river with his arms crossed, and sneered: "Otherwise, our actions here will be easily discovered!"

At this time, Fu Feng's side was no longer the 3,000 people of the previous first battalion, but the first, second, and third battalions of the Rock Tiger Army, with a full 9,000 Iron Tiger armor soldiers.

After all, it had just been expanded, and the three newly built battalions were still just ordinary soldiers, so they were all left in Ren Jiasheng's place, and only these three old battalions that had followed him in the Northern Expedition were brought here by Fu Feng.

As an old man of the Rock Tiger Army, He Chaojun's strength in the three realms was obviously unable to continue to lead a battalion of soldiers and horses, but after all, he was an old man who had joined since the beginning of its establishment, and Fu Feng transferred him to his side as the captain of the personal guard.

Although he was still a little confused, He Chaojun didn't ask again, waved his hand, and led everyone to follow Fu Feng to the shore, boarded the raft, rowed with his bare hands, and swam towards the opposite shore.

Because the raft is not heavy enough, so in this operation, the old third battalion and the new third battalion have exchanged armor, and at this moment, the 9,000 people in the old third battalion are wearing ordinary light armor, otherwise the raft alone really can't carry so many people.

Because of the battle at the West Gate, the Mongol soldiers in Beibei City were attracted by it, and even the Mongol soldiers at the South Gate did not realize that thousands of people were quietly crossing the river on rafts under their noses.

The river flow at night is not turbulent, but half a pillar of incense, Fu Feng and the others have already taken the lead to reach the bottom of the city wall, touched the wall, Fu Feng took out a short knife from under the skin behind his back, inserted it into the wall, and then took out a handful and inserted it in a higher place, and so on, like rock climbing, relying on one short knife after another to quickly climb up to the wall.

At the same time, the other soldiers of the Rock Tiger Army followed him, relying on short knives to climb up the city wall.

Fu Feng is not a spirit master, he can't use his spiritual sense to scan the situation on the wall, but as a martial artist of the Six Realms, he doesn't need those means, he who climbed the wall first without saying a word, the earth soul thought took the lead in unfolding, silently enveloping the entire section of the city wall, and then gently pressed, all the soldiers didn't even have time to speak, and were immediately crushed by the sudden multiplication of pressure, and the bones of the whole body were crushed, turning into a puddle of flesh and mud.

After everyone climbed the wall one after another, Fu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, in fact, the most difficult thing in this link is to seize the wall, whether it is crossing the river or climbing the city wall before, once it is discovered by the Meng soldiers, in case Timur evacuates in advance, then it is impossible to chase the cavalry with their group of infantry troops of the Rock Tiger Army alone.

But now that he has occupied the top of the wall, then in the future, no matter how powerful Timur is, there will be no room for a reversal.

Hehe sneered, Fu Feng raised the black unicorn knife, and said solemnly: "Listen, go down to the city, whether it is the Song people or the Mongolian people, but anyone who appears on the street wearing armor will be killed!"

"In this battle, we don't want to take prisoners!"

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Half an hour before the battle at the west gate of Beibei, standing on the messy mountain road, Ah Shu sneered with a clear face.

He could see that the Cold Iron Army no longer had the problem of terrain advantages, and the general of the literary and artistic army with strong defense must have also discovered it, and he had no choice but to withdraw overnight, and looking at the mess here, the other party was obviously in a hurry, and many supplies were too late to take away.

"My lord, what are we going to do next?" asked one of the generals who had been the first to notice the withdrawal of the Cold Iron Army.

"What's next?" Touching his chin, Ah Shu looked around thoughtfully, and suddenly sneered, "Chase!"

The general was stunned when he heard this, and hesitated: "My lord, in case the other party sets up an ambush......

Ah Shu laughed: "Without those ditches, as long as you send scouts to investigate in advance, you can prevent the other party from ambushing, not to mention that the next is flat ground, what do they rely on to ambush us?"

So, Ah Shu led his army to pursue the past in the direction of the retreat of the Cold Iron Army.

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At the same time, the West Gate of Beibei, which lasted for a tea time, finally ended temporarily.

On the city walls, under Timur's orders, a large number of well-trained archers ascended to the top of the city, replacing the dead and wounded Mongol soldiers.

Outside the city, all the wounded soldiers had withdrawn to the rear of the army, and those who died in battle, because the night was too dark, they could only be allowed to lie there for the time being.

However, by the hazy moonlight, Timur and the others could vaguely see the dense corpses outside the city, and it was obvious that after the shooting just now, at least seven or eight thousand people were shot by their own side.

Knowing from the adjutant that the number of casualties was only two thousand, Timur smiled proudly, this kind of casualty comparison, if the literary army dared to attack them without knowing the so-called like before, it would not take an hour for him to guarantee that there would not be a living person outside the city.

Just as he was concerned, Timur's face suddenly moved, and he turned his head to look south, although the light was not bright, but he still saw a large number of men and horses coming here from the south.

With a frown, Timur instructed his men to be on guard as he looked carefully.

In just a moment, the army had already arrived outside the city, and there were two flags in the army, one was a large banner with the word "Wen" with a dragon pattern on a black background, and the other was a large flag with the word "Fu" with a blue shield pattern.

"That's the Cold Iron Army of the Literary Army. An adjutant general exclaimed.

"Is that the enemy?" Timur frowned, watching the Han Iron Army and the two armies of Rock Tiger and Divine Eagle outside the city converge, and suddenly the number of people increased a lot, which also made Timur's face gloomy by a few points.

Just as Timur was about to give the order to shoot again, he suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from far and near, and turned his head to see a cavalry galloping from the south.

"Hey, it looks like he's taking advantage of the victory!" Timur reacted and immediately laughed.

At the same time, it seemed that because of Ah Shu's pursuit, the literary and artistic army that had just met immediately retreated to the rear like a tide.

The rear of the literary army is a continuous mountain range, they are all infantry troops, although there are many people, but the division of troops is not too slow, before the arrival of Ah Shu, they have all retreated to the deep mountains.

Seeing that the literary army had all retreated into the mountains, Ah Shu frowned, and did not pursue again, after all, they were all cavalry, and it was inconvenient to fight in the mountains.

He was about to lead the troops to stay in Beibei for one night, Ah Shu suddenly saw the dense corpses around him, at first he just glanced at it casually, but suddenly, his face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly turned over and dismounted and walked quickly to a corpse.

When he turned the corpse over and looked at it, his face was instantly unsightly, because what kind of corpse was in his hand, it was clearly a rough wooden man, but he was wearing a rudimentary armor, and he looked like a living person in the night.

Standing up, Ah Shu scanned the entire battlefield, and vaguely saw that more than ninety percent of the corpses everywhere were wooden people full of arrows.

Although Ah Shu is a military evacuator, he doesn't know what he has passed before, and it is difficult to guess what the conspiracy of the literary and artistic army is.

But for some reason, seeing these wooden figures, Ah Shu's heart was cold, as if he and Timur had fallen into the trap of Wenbang.

At this time, it was late at night, and the army came overnight without rest and was exhausted, Ah Shu didn't think much about it for a while, and directly led the army into the city, planning to find Timur to talk about his discovery.

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Watching all the Mongolian troops enter Beibei, Ren Jiasheng and Fu Chaozan, who had just met, came to Deng Yitong's side together, and the three of them stood in the dense forest on the mountainside, looking at Beibei City in the distance that was covered by night.

"Strategist, Fu Chaozan lives up to his trust. Fu Chaozan grinned and said with a smile.

"It's hard work General Fu," Deng Yitong smiled, glanced at the two of them, and said with a smile, "I wonder if the two generals still have the strength?"

"Of course, I have always conserved my strength. Fu Chaozan laughed.

Ren Jiasheng said: "Listen to the demolition of the military division." ”

"Then Deng Mou is welcome," Deng Yitong smiled slightly, looked at Beibei on the opposite side of the mountain peak with his eyes, and said softly, "After this battle, the west and north sides of Chongqing Mansion are all owned by my Dawen, and see what kind of response the Chongqing Mansion will make, and what kind of hole card Meng Ge has left for Chongqing Mansion to dare to ignore my Dawen's strong army generals so much." ”

After sighing for a while, Deng Yitong smiled again, waved his hand, and said: "General Fu is the vanguard, and the soldiers of the new third battalion of Hantie and Yanhu can start attacking the city, and General Ren will lead the Condor Army to cover and do his best to contain the attention of the Mongolian army." ”

"Wow!" Ren Jiasheng and Fu Chaozan hugged their fists together to receive their lives.