Fortunately, this time He Lingchuan played the characteristics of the skin, played steadily, and finally caught the opponent's flaws and competed with one blow.

As soon as He Lingchuan opened the door of the tent, he saw raindrops like a curtain, and he couldn't see the people and horses three feet away.

This visibility is almost catching up with the fog.

Reach out for a few seconds, and you can get a full amount of rain to wash your face.

He poured a little cold on his face, thinking about what kind of trick to change next time he saved up his military skills. Every time he fights, he has accumulated valuable experience, and now he feels that he lacks a high-explosive martial art.

Next time, let's redeem the mirror technique.

The camp of the Kite Army retreated more than 100 zhang and simply stationed on the hard rocky ground, which did not have the risk of collapse, and was more than two zhang higher than the river level.

But the price is that there are more snakes, rats and other small animals, and people are repeatedly bitten.

Zhao Pan and He Chunhua did not relax their vigilance, especially the two of them mentioned the revenge of the flood prevention strategy in their hearts, and the requirements for camp defense became higher and higher day by day.

The kite soldiers didn't know why, and secretly complained.

Stepping out of the tent for three or five breaths, you can get soaked all over; The ground is full of yellow muddy water, either dirty shoes or dirty crotch. At this time, the whole battalion should rest and recuperate, why did General Zhao ask everyone to guard it strictly?

The enemies are all on the other side, can they still take advantage of this ghost weather to cross the river and sneak attack?

In the face of continuous torrential rain, He Chunhua's team was also trapped in the camp and could not return south. He has been walking on the front line for more time than expected.

It was also one of the sources of unease in his heart.

Late will change.

The clouds were thick and it got dark so fast that it didn't take until sunset.

The last bit of light between heaven and earth could not wait to disappear, and the entire camp of the Kite Army was caught in a great web woven by torrential rain and darkness.

In such bad weather, the guards had to continue patrolling.

The torches they carry are soaked in special oil and can be lit even in the rain.

Although he was wearing a poncho, his clothes and armor and shoes on his feet were still soaked, sticky and wet, especially after the shoes got into the water, and he walked with a rattle.

"Hell weather!" The newly replaced sentry patrolled the riverbank with torches, reached out to wipe the rain that flowed into his eyes, and cursed secretly.

The original camp site is now under the river. The riverbank has also collapsed several times, and the current shoreline has shrunk nearly 100 zhang to the south, but they are still cautious when walking.

The day before yesterday, an unlucky companion fell into the river and was swept away in an instant.

So the sentry only walked around the coast very perfunctorily, three feet away from the water.

In this kind of weather, it is impossible for an enemy to lie on the shore. If it weren't for General Zhao's insistence, no one would have wanted to approach the river.

Nothing out of the ordinary, he walked back.

It's been so many days, every night.

An hour later, the sentries came on patrol again.

This is the second lap, and as long as you go around three laps tonight, someone will take over.

He still looked around casually, but before he returned, he felt that something was wrong.

He was too lazy to move, but after some psychological struggle, he reluctantly walked back to the shore and raised the torch.

The rain was endless, and the Han River was also violent, and every time he came here, he could hear the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, and he could catch up with the thunder.

But why not tonight?

All he could hear was the roar of the rain.

The sentry cautiously moved to the shore, and the torches shone down—

Strange thing, what about water?

There was no water on the riverbank, and he saw the mud and sand underneath.

The torch stretched farther forward, but he still couldn't see the river in the light of the fire.

What's going on? The first time he came on patrol, the waves were still crashing against the shore.

The river flows backwards?

Then again, something seems to be moving in the darkness at the edge of the firelight?

He was probing his brain, and unexpectedly four or five arrows were fired from below, most of which missed, except for one that pierced his eye.

The sentry fell on his back to the sky.

The shooter at the bottom has no yuan force and can't aim accurately, so there are multiple shots at a time, and there is a high probability.

This sentry has Yuan Li, and the arrow will not be too serious, but he is also unlucky, and he happens to hit the eye with an arrow, which is a vital blow.

As soon as he fell, the torches fell, and the flickering light of the fire alarmed two companions not far away. The latter approached, and as soon as he saw the bright arrows on his body, he blew a hurried whistle.

Enemy attack!

Almost at the same time, an earth-shattering cry rang out from below the riverbank, and for a moment the torrential rain was silenced

"Rush, ————"

"The general will win!"

Something seemed to be moving in the darkness, coming to the high ground.

After a while, countless small flickering flames lit up below the riverbank, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into flowing flames that pierced the sky————

Then it landed on the tents, carriages, and fences of the camp in the northern part of the kite!

Although the armaments and tarpaulins were wet in heavy rain for several days, the arrows were coated with special oil, which could still burn in the rain, and at the same time, the north wind fueled the fire, so the Kite camp was still on fire everywhere.

Zhao Pan and He Chunhua both sat up in shock from their dreams, rushed out of the tent to take a look, and the fire arrows flew above, shooting everywhere without long eyes.

"Be careful, sir!"

The guards surrounded him.

Zhao Pan picked up the big bow, pulled out the fire arrow tied to the tent pillar casually, ignored the guards to stop him, rushed forward a hundred steps before bending the bow and shooting high, the target was the river in front of him.

With his arm strength and the help of Yuan Li, he could shoot more than 300 steps away even on a north wind day.

The kite saw the arrow fly high into the sky and fall with the light of the fire, thus illuminating the ...... on the riverbank

Dense army!

The team was in distinct armor, almost occupying the river beach, and at this time, the shouts of killing shook the sky, and they rushed here.

Xunzhou soldiers!

Zhao Pan's back was cold, but cold sweat broke out on his forehead

Why were the troops of the New Year's Praise Ceremony able to cross the river safely and uneventfully and sneak to the south bank to make trouble?

"Fight! Drumming and flagging! "No matter what he thinks in his heart, his years of combat experience still allow him to give orders fluently, "Oversee the team!"

When the army is encamped, a defensive battle formation will be buried, but the operation of the formation consumes a large amount of Xuanjing, so it will not be opened in normal times. Zhao Pan has a magician under him who is specifically responsible for this, and when he hears the sound, he goes to start the battle.

As for the drumming march, that was an impression that was deeply in the minds of the soldiers. The sound of the drum shows that the upper authorities are prepared, the team is going to fight back, the soldiers are not so panicked, and they can still turn back to fight if they have gathered a little courage.

After all, they were caught off guard by the Xunzhou people, and once the team was defeated, no matter how strong the individual combat strength was, it would be like a mountain of defeat.

The Overseer team galloped back and forth, killing more than a dozen routs who fled backwards in a row, barely stopping the trend of further rout.

But at this time, there was a series of cannon shots under the riverbank, and seven or eight firebombs whistled and blossomed in all directions in the camp.

The Xunzhou army actually covered the artillery with oilcloth and transported it across the river, and there were twelve of them!

This thing is squeamish, and when it gets wet, it's easy to get dumb and easy to hurt your own people. However, the New Year's Praise Ceremony pasted an expensive water repellent charm on each cannon, with good intentions.

And he ordered to load the cannon and shoot it, and after the shell landed, it would explode, blowing up dozens of small lead balls inside.

With the blessing of speed, these are all sharp weapons for killing.

With each explosion, dozens of people and horses fell around. The horses were frightened and went berserk, broke out of the stables, and sprang around.

At this time, the kite army also found that in fact, the Xunzhou people had not completely gone ashore, and at least a few thousand people were driving the boat ashore, and the advance of the large army was already rushing forward.

The strange thing is that the river has actually retreated, the water level has dropped significantly, and the river is more than 40 zhang away from the current kite camp, and the river surface is quite gentle.

It can't be compared to the stability of autumn, but it shouldn't be a problem to jump down and swim if you know how to swim.

It can be said that the river is surging up and down.

What the hell is going on?

The riverbed that was idle became the landing point of the Xun people.

He Lingchuan was not idle here, and found the mount as soon as possible. The green barge horse has monster blood, and it is not as easily frightened as the mortal horse, so it can come to him at this time.

The medicine ape shrank into He Lingchuan's arms, and the rock wolf got up and shook his fur, and followed him.

Shan Youjun and seven or eight others also followed, shouting, "Owner! What now?"

He Lingchuan faced two choices, either rush to He Chunhua's side and protect his father in the name of beauty; Either stay here and beat the enemy hard.

He only thought about it for a second, and then said to Shan Youjun, "The archer is on the tree, and then send someone to find me a way out."

"Yes!" Shan Youjun understood that his group of people had to stay behind to defend against the enemy, otherwise they could retreat to the vicinity of the main camp now, so why bother looking for a way out. But he still had to remind, "Boss, your signing prophecy ......

He once heard Mao Tao say that the owner signed the past in the Xianling Village.

He Lingchuan was stunned.

The enemy quietly crossed the river and came prepared, but the kites were stolen in their sleep and could not respond. From the current point of view, it is a trend of strong enemy and weak enemy.

In the face of the general trend, their team of less than ten people has limited strength, and he himself must be cautious.

The prophecy of the old turtle demon has not been fulfilled, will it fall at this time?

He Lingchuan immediately remembered the word "brave" that Wen Daolun explained to him in Panlong's dream, as well as his own nonsense and funny sentence:

If you encounter water, you will go.

Directly ahead, the Han River flows endlessly.

Perhaps this is Ming Huanghuang's reminder, after all, when the previous crises came, there was no "water" anywhere, and he did survive safely.

Is it time to get out of the way?

He Lingchuan looked back at the chaotic military camp, and then looked at the enemy figure under the riverbank, which was getting closer and closer. When his own disaster is coming, does he want to retreat in fear?

He said decisively, "Don't care. We're halfway down the slope and we're stumbling."

The group immediately retreated, heading to the side of the high ground.

The enemies below poured up like a tide, and if they dared to stand tall and stand in front, the final result would be to fall straight up.

Squad operations are tactical.

What's worse is that the original south bank of the Han River was specially heightened and steepened by the Kite *** team, and the so-called "bank wall" was built, leaving only a few narrow passages to go up and down, and this kind of fortification could resist the enemy coming from the other bank.

However, the river that has been surging day after day has already broken down the bank wall, and even the kite army has been forced to retreat, and now it is only stationed on ordinary high ground, how can there be any danger to defend?

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