At dinner, a cold wind blew, and the steamed cakes in the hands of the soldiers froze hard. These soldiers who had just come down from the battlefield could only gather around the campfire, bake the steamed cakes on the outside and the inside, and when they took a bite, they could only scrape off a few shallow tooth marks and gnaw on the ice lumps in their hands.

"Mother~Nima, God creates evil~"

A veteran wrapped in tattered skin was desperately tugging at the placket of his clothes, wrapped and wrapped, but the cold wind still penetrated his body mercilessly.

The front was roasted by the fire and was about to be oily, but the back was still cold and biting.

Looking at the city wall in the darkness in the distance, the veteran spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm and shot directly next to the campfire, and the saliva on his beard instantly formed an ice line, and he didn't know it.

The others were just gnawing on what they were eating, and no one paid attention to the old fellow who was cursing the supreme gods.

At a glance, the bonfires under Fuli City are like stars in the sky, surrounding the city like a half moon.

The county government in the city.

Wang Maozhang is issuing orders.

"Tonight, the whole army will go out and attack the enemy camp at night."

"Yes."

The bonfires and torches that had left the castle gradually went out over time. A few old soldiers hid at the base of the wall to hide from the cold wind.

"What's going on today, the head of the team won't let us light the fire, isn't this sincere to freeze to death?!"

"Just say a few words, it's good to be alive this year, and you can't die if you don't bake for a while."

"Well, that's all it can be."

The continuous fighting during the day made people tired, although the old pawn only did the logistics work, he was not lightly tired, he hid his head in the big hole, the wind was much lighter, and the heat exhaled quickly smoked himself drowsy.

Yang Shihou had already leaned on the couch at this time and fell asleep.

Although he didn't need to fight in person, but a day's battle also made him nervous, at this time in the iron basin in the big tent, the charcoal was glowing red, the warm feeling and the outside of the tent were two worlds, he was sleeping by armor, and a pair of eagle bows hung within reach.

On the night of the twentieth day of the first month of the fifth year, there was a cold snap that was rare in these years.

It took a few hours for Fu to leave the Suishui outside the city, and a thick layer of ice had formed.

The cold half moon was obscured by the snowflakes in the sky, and the howling of the cold wind swept the snowflakes to the earth.

As soon as the hour passed, the clouds obscured the moonlight, and darkness fell between heaven and earth.

Fu left the south gate of the city, and at the moment when the dark clouds covered the moon, it creaked open.

Groups of sturdy soldiers in full iron armor went out of the city with sharp blades in their hands.

Yang Shihou's army set up a large camp in the east, west and north of Fuli City, and it was an unspoken rule to encircle the three and lack one, otherwise the defenders of the city would have to resist desperately.

The south gate is only monitored by a few sentinels.

But in this kind of weather, the rangers are also people, and they will also seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and after holding on to the first half of the night, they really can't hold on, so they run to the leeward place to rest. Besides, on such a cold night, the war horse can't hold on.

Wang Maozhang was covered in iron armor, and under the escort of his own soldiers, he led 5,000 elite soldiers out of the south gate and went around the east camp.

The big camp on the east side is waving the banner of Yang Shihou, and the so-called thief captures the king first!

wiped more than a dozen light and dark sentinels on the way, and quietly approached the camp.

Just as the outpost secretly moved the barricade at the camp gate to refuse the horse, it also bumped into the warning organ of the Bianjun camp.

A clanging sound made the Huainan outpost tremble. But the wind and snow were even bigger, and the whining cold wind drowned out the sounds.

"Up."

Groups of glittering blades rushed into the camp.

"Ah, who?!"

A veteran who woke up heard the movement, saw the firelight reflecting the cold light of the blade, and suddenly woke up and asked questions.

He was greeted by a cold blade.

Warm blood sprayed on the tent, sprinkling a touch of red, and quickly frozen into red ice spots, shining with a strange light under the reflection of the bonfire.

The cold wind was mixed with screams, and the silent camp gradually woke up.

"Set fire."

The torches in the hands of the Huainan soldiers were thrown into the big tents.

With the help of the cold wind, the big tent instantly became a prairie fire.

"Lord, lord, wake up, enemy attack!"

The soldiers broke into Yang Shihou's tent and woke up the commander who was sleeping in his clothes.

"What?"

"Enemy attack!"

Yang Shihou immediately woke up, grabbed the Condor Bow, put the quiver on his shoulder and rushed out.

As soon as he came out of the big tent, the cold wind rolled up, and a large stream of snowflakes poured into Yang Shihou's neck.

He shuddered.

Looking around, there was a fire in the camp.

"How many enemies are there?"

"The night of the lord is dark and the wind is high, and the enemy sets fires, I don't know how many."

Yang Shihou secretly calmed down.

Years of military service taught him that he must not mess up.

"Order, the west camp, the north camp, the whole camp is on alert, without my order, you are not allowed to come to the rescue."

"Huh?"

"Don't go yet!"

"Yes."

"Gather the silver gun capital and assemble to the big tent of the Chinese army."

With the issuance of Yang Shihou's orders one after another, the chaotic camp gradually became orderly.

Many elite soldiers of the silver spear capital concentrated on Yang Shihou's Chinese army tent.

Seeing that more than 2,000 people had gathered, Yang Shihou waved his hand and killed them all with silver spears.

Seeing that the Huainan soldiers were fighting with the Bianjun army in the firelight, Yang Shihou raised his bow and arrows, and shot the enemy in front of him.

The morale of all the troops in the silver spear capital was greatly increased, and they held a three-zhang spear in their hands, and they entered the Huainan army with great momentum.

The two sides fought to their deaths in blood and fire, cold wind and blizzard.

People fall like leeks, life has no meaning at this time, and slaughter becomes the theme.

The skull and stump were flying sideways, and the human body was like a ball of air leaking, spewing out fiery blood instead of gas.

Drops of blood rained down from the air, landing with a sound, and turned into crystal blood beads, rolling down on the wet snow, and then being crushed into the snow again, becoming a part of the ice and snow ground.

Through the raging firelight, Wang Maozhang and Yang Shihou looked at each other.

Both had peace in their eyes.

This is the characteristic of martial artists in this era, and killing has become a convenient ladder to climb up.

Both of them have killed countless people, and such killings have long been commonplace.

Yang Shihou bent his bow and arrows and shot at Wang Maozhang on the other side of the firelight, with supreme might.

Wang Maozhang waved the spear in his hand and bang~~~~

The iron arrow and the iron spear collided, and there was a heavy sound of gold and iron, with a long trill.

The arrow slammed into the snow next to it.

"Kill!"

Wang Maozhang felt the power and murderous aura brought by the iron arrow, and the calm in his eyes gradually faded, and a wave of anger rose.

With a wave of his spear, he led the army around him to kill him.

Yang Shihou twisted out another iron arrow, and slowly put on the Condor Bow, and the murderous aura pointed by the tip of the arrow shrouded the front.

The sergeants of the silver spear capital are all elite soldiers, good at using spears, and seeing that Wang Maozhang also uses spears, he rushed forward with a spear.

Wang Maozhang paid attention to Yang Shihou's hidden arrows while swinging his spear to directly attack the enemy.

Bang Bang Bang ~

Three shots knocked down three silver spear sergeants, and with one twist of the handle of the gun, he took a general who came forward.

will also be a master of the gun, not to be outdone, swing the gun to block.

Wang Maozhang can become a general in Huainan, not in vain.

As soon as the two iron guns touched, their arms were numb, and they secretly screamed that it was not good, so they hurriedly drew their guns to defend themselves.

Wang Maozhang took advantage of the situation and sent it forward, and the tip of the iron spear stabbed the throat along the iron armor of the capital.

"Ah~"

They all leaned back, and the iron spear struck his helmet with a cheek.

While~~~~

"Oops."

The jaw tie of the iron helmet on his head was broken, and Wang Maozhang's iron spear stabbed him with the iron helmet.

They all put their heads in disarray, turn around and run.

Wang Maozhang stepped forward and chased.

Syllable~~

The sound of bowstrings.

Wang Maozhang saw Yang Shihou shoot an arrow in the distance, turned around to block, and when he stopped, he flashed into the army.

Wang Maozhang swung his gun, and several silver gun sergeants in front of him vomited blood and were smashed to the ground.

Wang Maozhang was brave, Yang Shi was thick and damaged, hiding behind and hurting people with hidden arrows, and his kung fu was not big, and dozens of Huainan soldiers were shot and killed.

Seeing that there was nothing to do, Wang Maozhang waved his gun to block the spear of the silver gun in front of him, and let the soldiers retreat.

The 5,000 Huainan elite soldiers attacked Yang Shihou's camp at night, which can be regarded as having a certain effect, at least Yang Shihou's camp was involved in the fire, and no less than thousands of Bian's troops were killed, wounded and burned to death.

He also lost a thousand people.

As soon as Wang Maozhang retreated, Yang Shihou led people to press forward step by step, and when they reached the edge of the camp, the Bianjun also stopped and did not dare to chase anymore.

Wang Maozhang took people back to the city, and Yang Shihou was relieved.

Hurry up and put out the fire.

Although it snowed heavily, the wind helped the fire and the fire borrowed the power of the wind, and it was useless to save it.

As soon as the sky was bright, the snow became lighter, and Yang Shihou's Chinese army camp was in ruins.

Most of the tents had been burned down, and the soldiers were searching for their belongings in the rubble.

Yang Shihou looked at the miserable situation in the camp and knew that the morale had been affected and it was not suitable to fight again.

On the 21st, Yang Shihou rebuilt the camp.

Supplies were brought from other large battalions.

The people put down their swords and guns and built their nests first.

In the process of building the camp, the snow became heavier, and the snow was knee-high, and the progress of the construction was interrupted.

That night, Wang Maozhang attacked the camp again.

Brought more torches and fire-starting things, and burned the north and east camps of the Bianjun army.

Seeing this, Yang Shihou slowly stepped on the ice after dawn and retreated directly to Pengcheng, Xuzhou, waiting for the weather to get warmer.

The town of Yanqiao, the hub of Bianshui on the south side of Fuli City, was also relieved of the crisis due to Yang Shihou's retreat. The Bianjun Naval Division that had been opened also had to be withdrawn.

And Wang Maozhang was not able to continue the offensive.

The war created a confrontation.