The Fengwang Temple is a temple on Dahong Mountain, which is dedicated to the legendary god of wind. On Dahong Mountain, there were originally seven or eight villages, about 1,000 households. However, long before the start of the war, the old and young women and children of the village moved to the snowy mountains. As for those who are old and infirm, they have already been transferred to Mulan City east of Luoxia Pass by the Beihai army. Therefore, at this time, there was no one else on Dahong Mountain except for the soldiers of the Northern Navy.

Sitting alone in front of the temple gate, Tian Zhennan held his double-edged broadsword, frowned, and looked at the gray sky in the distance, dazed. In just one morning, 5,000 brothers left him forever. Thinking of this, Tian Zhennan's tiger eyes shed two lines of tears.

"Lao Tian, what's the matter, old man, why are you sitting here wiping your tears! This is not your style!" An unexpected voice suddenly sounded.

"General Long, why are you here?" Tian Zhennan saw Long Fei coming, quickly wiped his tears, and stood up straight.

I saw Long Fei holding his black-toothed spear in his right hand, walked in front of Tian Zhennan, and saw the bandage on his left shoulder at a glance.

"Hung the lottery, it must be that bastard from Haikubu!" Long Fei asked.

"I'm ashamed of the general, my skills are not as good as others, and I lost the position at the foot of the mountain, please punish the general!" After speaking, Tian Zhennan wanted to kneel down and ask for guilt.

Seeing this, Long Fei hurriedly helped Tian Zhennan, and said in a heavy tone: "Lao Tian, I'm afraid that the loss in the morning is not small." ”

As soon as he heard this, Tian Zhennan said very depressedly: "General Long, in just one morning, my 59th Army has lost more than 5,000 brothers and half a division. ”

"What about the enemy's casualties?" Long Fei continued to ask.

"The casualties of the Chengtian infantry are not small, and as far as I can see, their casualties should be no less than 10,000. Tian Zhennan thought for a moment and said affirmatively.

"That's right. The combat effectiveness of the Chengtian army was already stronger than that of our army, and it was able to achieve a casualty ratio of one to two, and the brothers of the 59th Army had done a good enough job. Think of General Zhang Suo, who defended the lonely city alone with 50,000 horses and fought against the 200,000 cavalry of Haravi, and it is not surprising that he was defeated. If it weren't for the great victory of our army in Leopard Mountain a few days ago, which forced Haikubu to delay the speed of the attack, I am afraid that Dahong Mountain would have been someone else's property at this time. Long Fei said with a heavy face.

"Report!" Just as Tian Zhennan was talking to Long Fei, a herald drove a big white bird to the Wind King Temple.

"Herald, what's the matter?" asked Long Fei.

"Lord Qiqi Bing, the position at the foot of Changmen Mountain has just fallen into the hands of the enemy, and the 77th Army has suffered more than 10,000 casualties, and it is now retreating to the second line of defense on the mountainside under the leadership of Commander Jueqi. The herald said.

When Long Fei heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he said loudly: "Herald, you go back immediately, tell Long Jia, and let him lead the 30,000 brothers of the Black Fang Army to eat and drink enough and raise their spirits." After nightfall, make a counter-charge against the enemy at the bottom of the mountain. In addition, tell Commander Yu Jueqi that it is important to hold the mountainside position before sunset. Otherwise, military law is engaged!"

"Get the order!" After receiving the military order, the herald drove the big white bird back to Changmen Mountain.

After the herald left, Tian Zhennan looked at Long Fei puzzled, and stammered: "General Long, there is something unknown in Zhennan. Even if Commander Yu really can't hold his position, won't there still be 30,000 horses of the Black Fang Army? You don't let the Black Fang Army fight side by side with the 77th Army, but let them eat and drink to their heart's content. The reason for this is still expected to be explained by the general. ”

When Long Fei heard this, he knew that Tian Zhennan must have questions, so he explained: "Lao Tian, the art of war, one drum, then decline, three and exhaustion. Today, Haikubu attacked the foot of the mountain and then the mountainside, vowing to take the entire Nagato Bridge area. If the first two battles are all won, although the soldiers are tired, their morale is like fire, and they will not have no chance of victory by taking advantage of the situation to attack the main peak position of our army three times. However, if the mountainside position is not conquered for a long time, then the enemy is exhausted and our army counterattacks. That's why Long Fei left the elite Black Fang Army last, and let you and Commander Yu lead your troops to fight the enemy. Otherwise, if we only use the tactics of adding fuel to the army, we will have no chance of winning against an enemy twice as large as mine. Moreover, tonight we must break the enemy army and wash away the shame of Liucheng!"

When Tian Zhennan heard this, he replied awe-inspiringly: "Please rest assured, as long as there is one person in the 59th Army, it will definitely not take a step back!"

"Okay! With such pride, how can there be no wine? Come on, serve wine!" Long Fei shouted loudly, only to see two guards holding a jar of wine at the feet of Long Fei and Tian Zhennan.

"Drunk Menglan, Menglan drunk. General Tian, when the thieves are all killed, drink Menglan and get drunk!" Long Fei picked up the wine jar at his feet, poured half of the jar with a bang, and then handed it to Tian Zhennan.

"Yes, on the day of the victory, I, Tian Zhennan, will get drunk with the general!"

Just after noon, the sound of heavy war drums came from the foot of the mountain, and Haikubu's infantry, after resting for an hour, immediately launched a tidal attack on the mountainside positions of Dahong Mountain. This time, Haikubu did not go into battle in person, but let one of the hundred commanders of the Celestial Dragon Legion command the battle. After all, it is obviously difficult to attack the position at the foot of the mountain by attacking the mountainside, and no matter how brave and fearless Haikubu is, he naturally does not want to be this cannon fodder.

Under the supervision of Haikubu, the Captain of the Celestial Dragon Legion first sent ten Tutu troops to launch a tentative attack on the mountainside position. As a result, when this batch of experimental subjects had just advanced halfway up the mountain, they were fired at intensively by the archers of the 59th Army. Even more terrifying were the rolling rocks, and with the advantage of altitude, the power of the dive was much more powerful than in the morning. Due to the steep terrain, high slopes, and long vertical distances, the Chengtian infantry also used their strong crossbows to fight back, but they could often only shoot on the stone bunkers built by the Beihai soldiers. On the contrary, once they were hit by the bows and arrows of the Northern Navy, the soldiers of Chengtian had almost no chance of escaping, because those large stones weighing hundreds of pounds would follow those bows and arrows from the sky, smashing their flesh and blood into a blur.

"Help!", "Bang", a Chengtian figure chief who was shot in the left leg looked desperately at a piece of rolling log and flew above his head. Immediately, his head was smashed into a rotten watermelon, and the body rolled down the hill weakly. In just two hours, the three attacks of the Chengtian army were all repulsed by the 59th Army, not to mention the loss of troops, and the originally high morale began to decline.