During this time, whether it was the Shentang Army or the Three Rivers Army, the morale was not much better.

Anxiang City is crumbling, but the tribes and wealthy clans of Xiangyang County are trapped by the chaotic mountain barbarians, and the anxiety can be imagined.

However, because of the deliberate defeat of the Shentang three times, not only did they lose their troops but also worked hard to recruit soldiers, resulting in meat and rewards that were difficult to boost the morale of the soldiers.

However, Su Mengzhen strictly demanded strict military discipline, and if he disturbed the people or violated military orders, he would be sentenced to death at every turn. Such a harsh approach has aroused a lot of complaints.

In fact, Su Mengzhen is not a rigid person. In the past, when morale was low and military rations were scarce, he also connived at the looting of soldiers to boost the morale of the army.

But this time, he seemed to be in control of the victory, and he put extra emphasis on military discipline.

He has always been arbitrary in this kind of thing, and all those who admonished him were rejected by him.

"According to the informant, the first wave of reinforcements from the Three Rivers Sword Sect has been assembled and set off. Su Mengzhen looked at Wu Feng and said.

The main camp of the Shindo army was set up on the plains, and there were guerrillas to protect the grain route at the back, and the Mizunokan, which had recently descended, also took on the task of providing grain and grass and transporting grain and protecting it. However, Shui Xinyuan seems to have taken care of the old feelings and did not directly send troops to the war.

On the front and left and right sides, there are sentry towers all over the place, and several bases are built to echo with the main camp, among which there are trenches, antlers, thistles, and stumbling horses, and all kinds of things, layer upon layer, defending against the camp, so that the enemy has no chance to take advantage of it.

Building a camp is what Su Mengzhen is good at.

"The enemy is short of troops, and he will definitely choose to attack at night. Wu Feng said: "After Li Xiao was stabbed to death, the elite cavalry under Li Xiao's command has been taken under the direct command of Li Zhong and his son. Our temple lacks cavalry, and it must not be taken lightly. ”

Li Xiao, the general who was stabbed to death by Li Xun, had a cavalry team of 3,000 people, including 600 soldiers, which was very rare in the Central Plains.

Su Mengzhen nodded: "The ride is flat, and the steps are dangerous." The north side of Anxiang City is a flat river, which is suitable for the use of cavalry, so I built a thick camp to prepare for the enemy. ”

He added: "So I not only prepared a spear team, but also secretly trained an elite halberd soldier, who will be mixed with spears and halberds and shields, and the heavy crossbow can destroy the enemy's attack." ”

He rolled his eyes: "However, the Blood Killing Camp will definitely be dispatched." ”

"The Blood Killing Battalion is an elite infantry created by Li Qing after hundreds of bloody battles, which can not only meet the enemy with heavy armor, but also be lightly armoured, good at fighting, and better at collective stabbing. ”

"The number of fighters in the bloody slaughter battalion has never exceeded two hundred, but with Li Qing's terrible, the strength of this force can be imagined. ”

Wu Feng asked, "Didn't you say that the Blood Killing Camp was already crippled?"

Su Mengzhen nodded: "The leader of the Blood Killing Camp has always been the head of the Zhao family in Fancheng. Twenty years ago, in the chaos after Li Qing's death, the blood killing camp suffered a lot of losses. Eighteen years ago, Li Zhong sent the head of the Zhao family to lead the troops mainly in the blood killing camp to harass our Shentang territory, and as a result, I ordered Ah Guang to lead people to raid and successfully killed the head of the Zhao family, dealing another heavy blow to the blood killing camp. ”

Ah Guang is Su Mengzhen's cousin, named Su Youguang, known for his bravery, and is the first fierce general of the Divine Hall.

"Now the Blood Killing Camp is led by Zhao Zhonggao, the current head of the Zhao family. Li Zhongcai is far inferior to his father, and even if the number of people in the Blood Killing Battalion recovers, the combat effectiveness will definitely decline - but it must not be taken lightly!"

Su Mengzhen's eyes were clear, and he said resolutely.

He often speaks wildly and treats the enemy as nothing, but when he is really on the battlefield, Su Mengzhen never underestimates any enemy, and strives to take into account all dangers to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

Therefore, in his opinion, An Xiangcheng and even the entire Three Rivers Sword Sect were already in his pocket.

......

Jiu Zhongji rode on a blood-red war horse, wearing a blood-colored cloak, galloping like lightning. The blood-red wine gourd around his waist also shone brightly in the scorching sun.

But his expression was a little gloomy.

He is twenty-four years old this year, one of Li Zhong's two most important disciples, and Shi Shuzheng is as famous as Shi Shuzheng, and is the leader of the young generation of the Sanhe Sword School.

Li Zhong's cultivation is not high, and he is not a few years older than Jiu Zhongci, so he cannot teach Jiu Zhongci in cultivation. Jiu Zhongci's cultivation at the level of Heaven Conquering was originally taught by his father.

However, it is an unwritten law in troubled times for the outstanding sons of powerful retainers to worship the master of the sect as a teacher to strengthen the relationship between the two parties.

Jiu Zhongci sighed and unfolded the bag that Li Xun had given him.

This tip came too late.

The blow brought by the divorce of parents to the young master is really not small. The young master, who is known as the best in the world, failed to see through Su Mengzhen's strategy, so he could only try to remedy it now.

Even the young master himself has little confidence, not to mention that the young master is busy quelling the mountain rebellion and cannot personally participate in the war. War...... Can it really be reversed?

"Su Mengzhen has been defeated three times, and his morale will inevitably be low. The Shentang army is all foot soldiers, there are almost no cavalry, and there is a flat field outside the peaceful city, which can be broken by cavalry. ”

Very reasonable nonsense. Jiu Zhongji thought desperately, the state of the young master during this time was really bad.

How could an old fox like Su Mengzhen not think of these basic truths? Now the camp of the Shentang Army is like an iron bucket, and water can't be poured into it......

If the battle is defeated and Anxiang City falls, the future of the Three Rivers Sword Sect will be unimaginable. If the skin does not exist, the hair will be attached, where will I go?

Jiu Zhongji gritted his teeth, feeling a deep despair that devoured his heart.

He looked up at the middle-aged man in heavy armor at the front of the line, riding a tall horse.

This middle-aged man's name is Zhao Zhonggao, thirty-seven years old, and the current commander of the Blood Killing Camp. Eighteen years ago, Zhao Zhonggao's father was ordered to attack the territory of the Shentang, but unfortunately he was attacked by the famous general Su Youguang of the Shentang, and died in a heroic battle, and Zhao Zhonggao inherited the position of the head of the Zhao family and the leader of the bloody killing camp in Fancheng.

The Blood Killing Battalion is a personal guard built by Li Qing, which can not only protect the lord, but also kill the enemy first, with extremely strong combat effectiveness, and is the absolute trump card of the Sanhe Sword Sect.

This time, Li Zhong personally led a large army to rescue Anxiang City, but ordered Zhao Zhonggao and Jiu Zhongci to lead the troops first.

His son Zhao Zongsheng is only twelve years old this year, but he is extremely talented, arrogant, and calls himself "Zhao Ritian", and is a good friend of Jiu Zhongci and Shi Shuzheng.

"Uncle Zhao. Jiu Zhongji shrugged helplessly: "Are you afraid?"

Zhao Zhonggao looked at him calmly: "You are still too young. ”

Jiu Zhongci lowered his voice and said, "In this battle, even the junior brother and master have lost confidence......

"We are soldiers, we can fight, we will fight, if we are in danger, we will fight to the death, and if we can't win, we will die in battle, you should understand such a simple truth. Zhao Zhonggao's words were like ice, without the slightest emotion.

With evil in his eyes and not smiling, it is the style of the Zhao family in Fancheng for generations, but Zhao Zongsheng, who calls himself "Zhao Ritian", talks a lot more than his grandfather and father.

Of course, Jiu Zhongji is not afraid of death.

He was afraid of dying worthlessly. If the Three Rivers Sword Sect fell apart after his death, he would definitely choose to live and endure all the hardships and sufferings, no matter how much humiliation there was.

Jiu Zhongci lowered his head and continued to look at the tips left for him by the young master Li Xun.

Reading and reading, his expression suddenly changed, and his eyes also revealed a strange look.

Jiu Zhongji was stunned on his horse, and with a jolt on the horse's body, he almost fell off.

Zhao Zhonggao pulled his horse over and slammed down on Jiu Zhongci's shoulder, his thick palm making him feel safe and reliable.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Zhao Zhonggao said resolutely.