Qin Yan, who was dressed in black leather armor, couldn't help frowning as he looked at the slow progress ahead. Before that, he had also come to inspect it himself. For the defense of the camp of the homeless people, he gave a high evaluation in his heart, and said in his heart that this Li Yang was worthy of being born in the family of generations of generals.

The location of the two trenches was very delicately dug. It is just so that everyone on the high platform of the big camp can shoot but not from the bottom up. The first trench is the shooting range of ordinary body cultivators, and the second is the shooting range of civilians. Under this design, every time the attacker took a step, they would be attacked by a relentless rain of arrows from the camp.

According to his idea, before trying to attack, he first thinks about defeat. After crossing the river, the first thing to do is to camp here, and be prepared to return to the camp to rest in case the strong attack cannot be taken, or the strong attack cannot be carried out within a day. Otherwise, if the attack could not be carried out during the day, the nearly 100,000 troops would have to cross the river again and return to the other side, which is undoubtedly a very stupid and rather dangerous thing. However, when he made this suggestion during the pre-war arrangement, his colleagues said that he was overthinking.

One of Luo Shang's henchmen, Hu Wei, said with a smile: "There are only a few thousand people on the other side, and among these thousands of people, there are also old and weak women and children, and they are still too late to protect themselves, where do they dare to go out of the camp to attack our 100,000 army." General Qin was timid. ”

Seeing that everyone echoed Hu Wei's remarks, Qin Yan said again: "The trench dug by the other party is a problem that we must solve in our attack, and we should have a more detailed plan." Do you want to make some vehicles with a baffle in front to block the arrows, so that our side can lose less and fill the trench more efficiently. ”

Hu Wei and the others said angrily in their hearts: "You Qin Yan don't say it sooner or later, but you are going to attack tomorrow, so you will talk about it." You, Qin Yan, are you deliberately hiding it, holding back your mind and wanting to behave in front of Lord Envoy Jun today, and use our stupidity to set off your wisdom?"

At that moment, Hu Wei said again: "There is no need to be so troublesome. Our 100,000-strong army is there, and the opposite side is afraid that our legs will be weak. If the battle between General Yabo and the Liumin forces in the north is in danger, but we still hold our troops, what will the king of Hejian think of us? How will the imperial court view us?"

Hu Wei's words immediately made Luo Shang, who was originally hesitant, make up his mind. At the same time, he couldn't help but complain about Qin Yan in his heart, why didn't you say these words earlier?

He didn't want to know how a person like Qin Yan could get close to him on weekdays, and he didn't have time to go to the barracks to inspect and inquire.

Time was very difficult and slow for Huang Ang and others, but for Luo Shang in the rear, it was fast. Originally, it was nearly noon when the whole army crossed the Pishui and came here (the vanguard troops, that is, Qin Yan's troops, had already crossed the river and erected a pontoon bridge yesterday), but now that the time has passed, the first trench has still not been able to break through. The tenacity of the displaced people made the front of the first trench already full of dead or wounded soldiers, which made it even more difficult for Huang Ang and others to go back and forth.

Hu Wei had already seen Luo Shang's ugly face, and immediately brought his own soldiers to the front of the battle to supervise the battle. He ordered the battle line of the warlords to move forward within the range of the opponent's bows and arrows, and let the men who were carrying earth to fill the trenches take the materials on the spot, whether they were dirt or dead or seriously wounded, and fill the trenches.

At this time, Huang Ang was already so tired that he could barely breathe, and he knelt on the ground and just pushed a seriously wounded person who was still twitching down, when he saw an arrow shooting weakly towards him. His first instinct was to dodge, but when he glanced at the half-filled trench, his heart moved, and when the arrow was about to hit him, he gritted his teeth and exerted the only remaining strength, and with a flash of lightning in his right hand, he held the already limp arrow in his hand. Then he screamed loudly, as if he had been pierced by the bow and arrow that he was holding in his heart, and his head was planted forward, and the man rolled down the dirt slope.

There were a number of dead bodies scattered on the slope, and he rolled a few times to the bottom of the slope, pulled a dead body with his hand, and then climbed in the opposite direction a few times, and then placed the corpse on his body. Feeling safe, he gasped for air with his face down at this time, slowly regaining his strength.

He was in a place among a few pointed stakes, and he was not afraid to be buried by the dirt that had been poured from above, and even more so that in the direction of the enemy camp the bow and arrow could not reach his place under any circumstances. The feeling of escaping death made him feel happy. The only thing he had to do now was to wait, wait for it to get dark, climb up the dirt slope, and fly away.

After a few more moments, he suddenly felt the light dim. Listening to the sound above, he didn't have to look to know that he had finally set up a wooden raft in this place, and a group of men and horses stepped on the creaking wooden raft and rushed towards the second trench.

At this time, Huang Ang didn't care at all who could win and who would lose, he took advantage of the opportunity that no one could see below, climbed deep a few more times, and then slowly recovered his strength by leaning on a wooden stake. At this time, he was sure that he would definitely survive today.

Only then did he have time to take a closer look at the face of the corpse that had pressed against him, and it was the man who had been pierced through the thigh by the long arrow in front of him in the first wave of arrows.

The arrow on his thigh had been broken into two pieces at some point, and the back and forth pull showed the white bones of the place where he had been penetrated. His body and face were full of signs of being stepped on, and one of his two eyes was almost bulging out of his sockets.

Looking at the miserable appearance of the other party's death, Huang Ang sighed imperceptibly, and said in his heart: "Brother, I'm sorry." It's not that the elder brother didn't save you at that time, it's that the elder brother himself was also a mud bodhisattva crossing the river at that time, and it was difficult to protect himself. In the evening, brother, I will definitely dig a pit for you to bury first, for my sake, don't resent me when you get there. What's wrong with this world? It's messed up!"

It's a good feeling to be alive!