The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is bright and the moon is bright, but there are dark clouds, which is naturally not a pleasure for those who admire the moon, but for those who march through the night, it is really a good thing.

Gu Huai, who was riding on the horse, glanced back, the acting skills of the team of soldiers behind him who were dressed as losing their armor and their faces were smeared with blood were still too immature, and the appearance was not to be counted, which defeated soldier would be so happy to point at the full moon?

He retracted his gaze and looked at Wei Laosan on the side: "Take care of it." ”

Wei Laosan was stunned, then pulled out his horsewhip, and after riding the horse, he struck up one by one: "Pretend to be like Lao Tzu!" ”

After all, it was a soldier brought by himself, Chen Ping on the side couldn't bear to look at it, and turned his head: "My lord, what are we going to do?" ”

"When Xiongxian is attacked, what will be the first place to move?"

Is this considered an examination school? Chen Ping has been a soldier for so many years, and after a little pondering, he has the answer: "Sizhou." ”

"That's right, it's Sizhou," Gu Huai closed his eyes and recalled the map piled up on the sand table in the Chinese army camp: "Xu Kai's garrison doesn't have to worry about the river for the time being, the Hutuo River outside Zhending City is the Chinese army camp, Yang Song's front army is in Xiongxian, Pan Zhong led the rear army to camp in Sizhou as the flank, the biggest advantage of this formation is that if any side is attacked, other places can support the past in the shortest time." ”

Thinking back to the direction he had walked here, Chen Ping came to his senses: "Are we going to Sizhou?" ”

"Xiongxian is attacked, and we will definitely ask for help, the Chinese army is separated by the Hutuo River, so Yang Song will definitely send people to Sizhou," Gu Huai nodded, "We have to get ahead of them." ”

The moonlight was like water, quietly sprinkling on his body: "It's funny, I'm more anxious than Geng Bingwen now." ”

He laughed and said, "I'm just worried... Pan Zhong didn't come fast enough. ”

"So I'll have to go get some more firewood."

……

After all, it is to face the Yan army, so Yang Song has put a lot of effort into the deployment of Xiongxian County, and can be entrusted with a heavy task by Geng Bingwen, Yang Song naturally has a few brushes, and his biggest experience in fighting the war is just the same as Geng Bingwen, highlighting the word "guard".

Since ancient times, the vanguard of the former army is generally to choose the most sharp, the best at raiding the generals, such as Chang Yuchun, who is known as the first pioneer of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, that is, a ruthless person who can jump off the boat and open up a position on the river beach, but Yang Song is different from them, the first time he came to Xiongxian County, he understood Geng Bingwen's meaning, and began to make this place a turtle shell.

The first one who is anxious must be King Yan, and the first one to do it must be King Yan... On his side, he has the entire imperial court to provide logistics, and there is a steady stream of soldiers and equipment to defend the city, why do you want to go out and play with King Yan? So on the first day he took over Xiongxian, Yang Song was ready to be attacked by King Yan.

Since it is a sneak attack, the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival is naturally very likely, the city wall of Xiongxian County is not high, then use ordnance to pile up, what arrows and rolling wood are all prepared in several warehouses, gunpowder and the like will definitely not be less, although firearms are useless in this era, but the prototype of the cannon has appeared, used to defend the city to get twice the result with half the effort, and even Yang Song has prepared a lot of gold juice, from the military camp dung pit is now fished and cooked, as long as it is poured down, it can make the skin of the Yan army open, even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will die because of the infection - the taste is too heavy, Half of the barracks was choked with smoke.

With such preparations, it is no wonder that Yang Song was not panicked at all when he learned that the Yan army was coming.

But he never thought that it was these preparations that pulled the entire Xiongxian County into the abyss.

Among the more than 20 dead soldiers, I don't know who threw the grenade, and threw it into the gunpowder pile.

The arrows and wood will burn, and the boiled gold juice will be blown up all over the sky, and the originally low city wall of Xiongxian County will soon collapse because of the successive explosions and fires, and the entire Xiongxian County will appear naked in front of Yan Jun, a red-eyed man.

There's nothing to say, Zhu Di has never fought this kind of tailwind battle in his life.

The city wall collapsed, as soon as the drawbridge was put down, Zhu Di, the king of Yan who was in full armor, rushed to the city gate with a war knife, followed by the eight hundred guards of the palace of the king of Yan, Zhang Yu led the troops to protect the flanks, and the shouting and killing all day made the screaming city guards lose the last desire to resist.

After so many years of fighting, Zhu Di's combat style has always been like this, even when he commanded more than 100,000 border troops into the grassland to fight barbarians, he refused to stay in the Chinese army, and always had to charge on horseback.

There are many princes who lead troops, but there are very few who are as desperate as Zhu Di and are so popular with the army, which has a lot to do with his combat style.

But in reality, he just loved war.

Born in the flames of war and growing up in war, Zhu Di has been dealing with battlefield battles for half his life, and when he stepped on his horse, listened to the familiar sound of horns and shouts, and brandished his sword to kill the enemy formation, he seemed to find his own meaning better.

The shouting of killing is the background music, the armor is his costume, the bloody battlefield is his stage, the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood are the pictures he paints, and he belongs to this place.

If it weren't for the imperial court's cutting of the domain, if it weren't for the young emperor who forced him to show his fangs, maybe he would have become the most warlike prince of the Ming Dynasty, and he would have become the sharpest spear and the strongest shield of the Ming Dynasty.

But there is never an if.

After stabilizing his mood and hurried to the city gate, Yang Song saw that Zhu Di, the king of Yan, personally led people into the city, and he still made the most correct judgment in shock: "Broken bridge!" ”

There is a moat in Xiongxian County, although the city wall is gone, but the moat is still there, and the soldiers in the barracks have not been able to react in time because of the previous incident, but as long as the drawbridge is cut to block it, they are not completely without a chance!

The people asking for help have been sent... Xiongxian must not be lost! Although I don't know how the city wall fell, King Yan must not be a real dragon, so it is possible to defeat him!

"Brush, brush!"

The military order had been issued, and Yang Song's own soldiers rushed out, intending to cut the rope connecting the drawbridge, but how could King Yan let him do it? He personally rushed across the drawbridge with his personal guards, and the war knife in his hand slashed at the neck of one of Yang Song's personal soldiers.

Blood splashed, but the ropes were also cut a few times, and the wheels that were originally firmly nailed to the ground clicked for a while, and the two iron cables lost their fixed points, making a terrible sound and dancing all over the sky, rubbing sparks on the city wall, and slashing out against Zhu Di's waist.

The force was uneven, accompanied by a sound of tooth-sore deformation, the suspension bridge cracked suddenly, and the Yan soldiers on the bridge fell into the water one after another, Yang Song was overjoyed: "Quick, as long as you kill the Yan King, the Yan army will be defeated!" ”

But before the shout could be heard, a figure dressed in black suddenly appeared beside him.

Ma Sanbao's white and slender hands, which were covered with traces of fire, appeared on Yang Song's throat, like a ghost:

"It's a pity you don't have that chance."

……

"Report! King Yan attacked Xiongxian at night, and came on the orders of General Yang Songyang, and asked the governor to send troops to help immediately! ”

Starting from Xiongxian County, Yang Song's personal soldiers who rushed to Sizhou all the way to Sizhou were panting and kneeling on the ground to report, although the person in front of him was not Pan Zhong, but he was also the object of asking for help, so Yang Song's personal soldiers directly took out the documents for help, and their eyes were full of happiness and hope.

Gu Cheng, who was dressed in military uniform, had been waiting for a long time before he finally waited for the person in front of him, he looked at the document that was held high, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, but soon he turned into a calm appearance again:

"Good! Xiongxian County was attacked, and it is urgent to go to help! You return immediately, and tell General Yang that the Pontus Governor will send troops immediately! ”

The pro-soldier breathed a sigh of relief and stood up with his fists clenched: "Thank you Governor, I will report back immediately, and please hurry up... When the humble post came, the king of Yan didn't know what method he used, the city wall of Xiongxian County had fallen, and General Yang was afraid that he was fighting bloodily at the moment... The Governor must hurry! ”

Gu Cheng nodded heavily and took the paperwork.

"Ahh

After completing the task, the pro-soldier who had just turned around suddenly screamed, his head flew up diagonally, and blood splashed Gu Cheng's body, Gu Cheng didn't wipe it, but slowly put away the knife and threw the document to the pro-soldier on the side: "Send it over." ”

He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced back at his direct line, who had been waiting for a long time, and commanded lightly:

"Let's go!"