"Retreat! Retreat! Put away all the weapons and feathered arrows that you can use! There were constant shouts on both sides, and one after another the soldiers were asked to collect the feather arrows that had not been completely damaged, and retreated in the direction of the Shangqiu camp.

"Marshal... How many things do you know? Hal walked through the middle, and could clearly see the ground on either side, except for the pit in the passage through which he had led the march in the first place. The sides were densely covered with horse traps, and it was these pits, not much bigger than fists, that completely trapped the 20,000 barbarian cavalry chasing them. The uneasiness and ominousness in his heart became even stronger, and he couldn't help but ask the cavalry around him.

The cavalryman was just a small colonel, and how much he could know, he just replied honestly; "Everything is the marshal's orders, and the humble ones don't know much, but the old general Cheng is ahead, you can go and ask him."

The old general Cheng mentioned in the mouth of the cavalry was a general with explosive combat effectiveness before the second prince's division became a marshal. But after being wounded in the war against the barbarians in the seventeenth year of the king's reign, the old general withdrew from the first-line army on the grounds of advanced age.

But this time the barbarians who invaded the Central Plains were as many as one million, so that the old general had to go back out of the mountain.

Hearing that even the old general Cheng was here, Hal's brows furrowed even deeper, as if vaguely, there was a plan that he didn't know. He hurriedly rode towards the old man who was still commanding in the rear, and after a while, he saw an old man with a white beard but full of energy standing in front of the horse and talking to the lieutenant general beside him.

When Old Man Cheng saw the arrival of His Royal Highness the Third Prince, who was covered in ashes, he immediately put down everything in his hand and came to the third prince's horse to give a military salute. Although he is an old man in the army, according to his military rank, Hal is the deputy marshal in the army this time, and he is so much higher than him.

Hal jumped off his horse in a panic and grabbed Old Man Cheng's arm.

"Old General Cheng, what the hell is going on?" As soon as Hal saw Old Man Cheng, he couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart anymore, and asked, or even wanted to know what his brother meant.

Old Man Cheng was not surprised by Hal's reaction at all, in exchange for his previous temper, he was still ignorant of being used as bait, but he was afraid that it would be possible to directly slap a brick on the table of the handsome tent. However, when he thought of the marshal's thoughts, he suddenly felt a little sympathetic to the third prince, after all, he was really not wronged by such an elder brother with crazy ideas.

I saw a smile on Old Man Cheng's wrinkled face: "Deputy Marshal, the marshal has a letter to you, and from now on, you are the commander of this army, this... It's a tiger talisman! ”

Looking at the tiger talisman sent by the old general, Hal was a little surprised: "What!?" ”

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Barbarian million-dollar battalion

"Let's go! Let's go! Such voices came and went in the camp, and in just a few breaths, teams of barbarian cavalry swarmed out of the camp, but they ran in a slightly different direction, but the final destination was the same - Shangqiu camp!

In the tent, Ptolemy had put on his usual armor, and after one last glance at the parchment map hanging on the wall, he ordered his most faithful servant, Amai, who was standing by to bring his horses. When he walked out of the tent, he could see that the strong warriors of his tribe were ready for battle, and they were waiting for his order with a fierce face.

"Hungry wolves! Let's go! With Ptolemy's order, the barbarian cavalry, who had been waiting impatiently, howled in the direction of the Shangqiu camp.

"Sure enough!" Looking at the figure of the barbarian soldier in the distance, the big leader Ptolemy coldly called out a name, only to see a stout man with a big foot walking out from the side, Ptolemy did not look at him, and asked: "How many people are still in the camp?" ”

"The rear army is still holding the camp, they are all small tribes with little combat power, and it is no problem to take care of the cattle and sheep. Except for the Golden Wolf Guard on the left flank and the Silver Eagle Guard on the right flank, all the clans were in battle. Guo Busu replied honestly, the Golden Wolf Guard and the Silver Eagle Guard, just by hearing the name, you know that they are the guard-level troops responsible for the security of the big boss.

But after hearing Guo Busu's words, Ptolemy was obviously very dissatisfied, he frowned and said: "Guo Busu, do you know why I brought so many cattle and sheep with me when I attacked the Central Plains this time?" ”

Of course Guo Busu didn't dare to slander the boss in person, you obviously brought too many people, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to grab too much food when I came to the Central Plains, and a group of people starved to death on the road. When he said this, he himself was not far from hitting the street, so he chose the most honest answer: "I don't know!" ”

Ptolemy, who had obtained the perfect steps, said with satisfaction: "Because... I want to be in charge of the Central Plains! ”

At this time, if there is a flat and dry thunder that completely illuminates the face of the greatest leader of the barbarians in the past hundred years, the picture effect is definitely a full score. Unfortunately, most of that happened only in the theater, but Ptolemy still saw the surprised faces of the leaders in front of him. So he continued to say with great satisfaction: "Let everyone go, I will sit in the commander's tent of the Shangqiu camp after dawn!" ”

As the so-called boss gives an order, the younger brother will have to suffer. The move begins, and at this time... It's less than an hour before dawn...

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In the mountains far away from the barbarian million-dollar military camp, Wen Zhong was already sitting on a stone at this time, and the two thousand soldiers who followed behind him were also like him, all sitting on the ground resting, making final preparations.

Gongsun Yu put the dry food and water in front of Wen Zhong, his face was still full of worry: "Your Highness, is it really okay to do this?" ”

"What doesn't matter what you do?" Wen Zhong stretched out comfortably, took the dry food and nibbled on it, a little bit unintelligible about Gongsun Yu's words.

"The barbarian army of one million is huge, although only the 400,000 people of the front army and the middle army combined can officially participate in the war, and the remaining 600,000 are auxiliary soldiers or even the main battle soldiers, but they are still superior to our army in terms of numbers. Although our army has 200,000 soldiers and 100,000 auxiliaries. But if you defend the camp of Shangqiu, there should be no problem.

Luring out the barbarian army to fight ambush warfare attrition, the subordinates can understand. But turning an ambush into an encounter is already a bit risky, so why turn an encounter into a decisive battle? Judging from the comparison of the combat power of the barbarians and our Central Plains soldiers over the years, our side is at a disadvantage. Rashly leaving the Shangqiu camp with protective capabilities and going out to fight the barbarians is gambling with the lives of the people? Gongsun Yu's words were full of worry, obviously becoming more and more uneasy about Wen Zhong's crazy plan, and seemed to feel that it was a wrong decision to follow the marshal here.

Wen Zhong didn't have too much ill feeling about Gongsun Yu's rebellious words, but asked with some curiosity: "Then according to what you see, what should we do best?" ”

"Guard!" Gongsun Yu thought that the marshal had changed his mind, and said loudly: "The million-strong army of barbarians is violent, but the logistical burden must be too heavy. As long as it can drag on for a month, no, even half a month, it can be difficult for the barbarians to afford. ”

Wen Zhong touched his chin and nodded, "You make a lot of sense, but it's a pity... Time left for me and the third child... Not much! ”

As he said this, Wen Zhong looked to the south, which was where the camp of Shangqiu was located, and even more so where Hal was...

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