The battle on the eastern slope lasted less than half an hour, and under the attack of fire guns and fire thunder, 5,000 light cavalry were easily defeated by 1,000 infantry.

Looking at the remnants of the combat force trapped in the center, Fu Ling casually picked up a fire thunder and stepped forward, and said to the young man with a spear in his hand:

"Virtuous nephew, I have known Brother Sima for a long time, and I don't want to let him die like this, so you might as well tie up your hands and arrest it earlier, so as not to hurt the harmony."

"Bah, how can you be worthy of being a brother and sister to my father? Even if I die today, I will never surrender if I jump off this mountain. ”

"Even if you don't think about your father, you have to think about your subordinates, they trust you so much, but you led them to a dead end, is this worthy of their wives and children far away from home?"

When the young man heard this, he looked back at his subordinates, they were trembling and holding their knives, obviously very afraid, not everyone was a loyal martyr who was loyal to the monarch and patriotic, and regarded death as home, some of them joined the army for stuttering, and some were sent to the army for violating the royal law.

Most people did not see the emperor they had so desperately protected until they died in battle, and the Son of Heaven did not know who they were, and they did not care who sat on the throne.

Sima Chengguang hesitated for a moment, and finally clenched the weapon in his hand and said:

"No, if I surrender, my father will lose this battle, and my Sima family will bear infamy forever."

"Whether you surrender or not, this infamy is all condemned."

Fu Ling smiled slightly, and the fire thunder in his palm was thrown out directly, and the remnants of the soldiers, including the young man, hurriedly fell to the ground, but after waiting for a long time, they didn't wait for the explosion, and then raised their heads, and the blades were already set up above.

"Tie up General Sima Xiao, leave a team of people to guard, and the rest of the people will follow me to help the prince."

Fu Ling gave an order and led hundreds of people to the foot of the mountain.

Nearly 10,000 soldiers and horses had been gathered below, these were the back hands he had left in advance, he thought it would be a tragic battle, and he didn't want the other party to despise him so much, so he only sent 5,000 light horsemen.

When the young man saw this scene, the unwillingness in his heart dissipated, he was too light on the enemy, and this battle would be lost no matter what.

……

Outside the city of Sinan Mansion, the artillery fire gradually subsided, followed by a white-knuckle battle.

Before Sima Kuan could assemble his troops, King Wu rushed out of the city with 70,000 horses and killed him by surprise.

Wang Yijing can lead 30,000 troops, but this time he only brought 3,000, he has a vital task - to take the command of the enemy army, it is better to capture it alive, it is really not good, and it is okay to cut off the head.

King Wu was born in the army, and he has no woman's kindness to the enemy, except for the princess in the world, no one can make him restrain his hands and feet, even if Wang Yijing and Guan Changsheng can become an abandoned son at a critical moment.

As a strategist who had known King Wu earlier, Guan Changsheng had already seen through this, so he said that "he was ready to die from the day he made the decision".

On the battlefield, the warriors are in front, the strategists are behind, Wang Yijing, King Wu and others rushed into the enemy formation to slash and kill, the old Confucian Chang Shiyi and the young thinker Guan Xuanzai stood at the head of Sinan Mansion, climbing high and looking into the distance.

The two analyzed the situation in front of them, and finally agreed that as long as Fu Ling on the hillside gained an advantage, the battle would be over.

Conversations between scholars, no matter how free and restrained, are inevitably a little sour and clichéd, but there is no need to worry about the other party being like a martial artist who will turn his mouth dirty at every turn, saying something that kills the scenery and even ridicules people.

The two chatted with each other, and Chang Shiyi looked into the distance and suddenly asked:

"Mr. Guan, what do you think of General Wang?"

"This ......"

Guan Changsheng didn't know how to evaluate it for a while, as a strategist of King Wu, more or less people in the army had to give him some face, except for Wang Yijing.

This young man of the same age as himself seems to be sincerely against him, and every time he can't talk a few words, he will embarrass people, and no matter how good his cultivation is, he can't help but want to scold his mother.

After thinking for a moment, Confucian said truthfully:

"If he is in front of the prince, Guan will praise him a few words, and in front of the old gentleman, there is no need to hide it. General Wang is a person who has both talents and is up to the task, but he is unpredictable and even a little ......."

Speaking of this, he paused, trying to find a word to describe the other party, but after thinking for a long time, he didn't find a suitable one, not that he was shallow in learning, but that each of them was insulting, and finally Chang Shiyi did not shy away from saying:

"That kid does get a jerk sometimes."

Seeing the young man's face surprised, the old man smiled and said:

"Don't worry, it won't be a big deal even if this word reaches his ears."

The old man has lived for decades, and there is still some kung fu to see people, except for the big right and wrong, Wang Yijing has always been too concerned about the rest, which is no different from ordinary martial arts.

As a military advisor, the old man did not say a few good words for his general, but scolded Guan Changsheng for the obscene words that Guan Changsheng was embarrassed to say, which shows how hated the young man is.

About half a month ago, Wang Yijing led his troops to break through several mansions, and King Wu was happy and rewarded a sum of silver.

General Wang was righteous and used all the money to reward the soldiers, and the aroma of wine and meat filled the barracks, which made the rest of the troops hot for a while.

For the military advisor who is the first to make the most contribution, the young man took special care of it, and specially found three or five beautiful girls from the Qinglou, and pushed them all to the other party's barracks.

That night, the old military advisor told several girls about the whole night's scriptures, and the next day the door opened, and two women immediately obeyed.

Although such good deeds have accumulated yin virtue, since then, in the middle of the night, the old man lies alone on the thin bed, and from time to time he will recall the scene of that day, and a feeling of regret or loss arises in his heart, and this heart disease is considered to have fallen.

……

On the battlefield, Wang Yijing sneezed for no reason, cursed, and stabbed the opposite general off his horse with one shot.

He was less than fifty paces away from Sima Kuan, and his 3,000 soldiers were like sharp blades plunging into the enemy's hinterland, and all he had to do was to take down the enemy commander in one go.

With the golden gun in hand, the young man once again found the feeling of the past, and the horse went all the way forward, seeing that it was getting closer and closer, and a silver and white iron spear suddenly poked out from the side.

Wang Yijing was already on guard, the body of the gun turned horizontally, provoked the offensive with the tail of the gun, held the reins with his left hand, turned the horse and said:

"Zhao Zilong, a dignified plantain, can only hurt people with secret arrows?"

The person who came was Cheng Xing's subordinate, Zhao Hou.

At this time, he was wearing the armor of a thousand households, and he was obviously promoted, but Cheng Xing had been killed by the wolf guard, and he couldn't fulfill his promise after all.

Compared with before, Zhao Hou's expression was less hippie smiling, and instead of a gloomy calm, he raised the silver gun in his hand, and pointed the tip of the gun at his opponent's head.

Seeing this, Wang Yijing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled playfully:

"What, a dog without an owner, I don't know who to bite?"

After that, the big gun in his hand was not hurriedly provoked, and the head of the gun touched the other party, and for only a moment, the two of them rode their horses at the same time.

Two spears were brandished in the center of the battlefield, and no one dared to approach them.

Zhao Hou's arm strength is amazing, his marksmanship is strong, and he is mostly open and closed, Wang Yijing is good at stabbing and not exchanging force with the other party head-on, both sides have their own strengths, and it is difficult to distinguish for a while.

Although Zhao Hou was young, he was calm in battle, and gave up the flaws exposed by the other party several times halfway, on the other hand, Wang Yijing was a little impatient, and when he saw that he could not lure the enemy, he gradually gave up his own style of play, and narrowed the distance to meet the opponent.

The white gun slashed out horizontally, the black gun stood up to resist, and there was a crisp sound of "popping", and the black gun barrel was pressed out of an astonishing arc.

Zhao Hou's eyes flashed fiercely, and the strength at hand increased, Wang Yijing's face turned red, his hands trembled, and he gradually began to lose his support.

Seeing that the body of the spear was about to be pressed to his chest, Wang Yijing suddenly withdrew his left hand, his body was slightly sideways, and he let the weapon be smashed away, and then a white light flashed, and the spear in Zhao Hou's hand was directly broken into two.

The distance between the two was less than three feet, and a silver-white sword was placed on Zhao Hou's neck.

…… (End of chapter)