After a day of fierce fighting, Ling Yue, the general of Ganzhou, also looked very tired.

The tenacity of the great prince really admired him.

The attack on Changsha City lasted for more than a month, but he didn't expect that this young prince would defend the land well and firmly secure the defense line. If it weren't for the British king's army from behind, he thought, this Changsha City would take some time to take.

"General, rest early, tomorrow, you have to fight Changsha City again!"

Seeing him look like this, the guards hurriedly reminded him in a low voice.

"Alas, kill a thousand enemies, and injure yourself eight hundred. Although the enemy's left flank was torn apart this time, our casualties were also very heavy. The south gate has not been able to be attacked for a long time, and under the city wall, I don't know how many of our brothers are lying down. ”

Ling Yue sighed.

Ling Yue, whose face is elegant, has a thin body, although he is called the general of Ganzhou, he is actually a native of Hangzhou. Unlike Wei Wu, his martial arts and strategies are all derived from family learning. Ling Yue's ancestor has always been one of the most trusted generals of several generations of King Fu, so if he is released to Ganzhou, the trust can be seen in general.

"General, there is nothing more than sadness. There is no reason for immortality in this war. The bereavement pension given to them by the general is still very kind. ”

The guards persuaded.

"That's wrong, it's not from General Ben, it's from our prince. Alas, how can this fight the world not be full of bones! ”

Ling Yue stroked his beard, his white skin, and in addition to sighing, he unconsciously added a little melancholy.

The ambition of the blessed king, he has always known, and he is willing to drive the world forward. It's just that he is sitting in Ganzhou, and his responsibility is not light, and he has used troops in the imperial court, and there has been a change in the left defense of King Ping. Therefore, even if you have an ambition, you can only quietly do what the king commands. Of course, he knew where he was, and although he couldn't go all the way north, it was just as important.

"Okay, I'll rest for a while, and when the ugly time comes, wake me up, and I'll go around the camps."

After a while, Ling Yue nodded, and without taking off his clothes and armor, he was about to sleep on the case.

"General rest assured!"

The guards hurriedly exited the door.

At that time, with the advance of the soldiers and horses of Ganzhou, Ling Yue's forward had already arrived at the south gate. And he himself followed closely, although he didn't want to go into battle to fight, he refused to retreat half a step. He was staying in a small town five miles outside the south gate, very close to the forefront of the war.

……

The night is finally deep.

The strangulation of the two armies on the left flank has also ended for the time being, and you are on the street on both sides, and I am on the other side of the street, each on guard.

However, just as it was gradually becoming silent, a group of black-clothed men had quickly walked out of the south gate and gradually disappeared outside the city. Their direction seemed to be directed towards the town where Ling Yue was.

In this way, the crisis added a few more points in the night.

However, it was not too easy to get close to that town. This way past, on the bright side, there are three steps and one post, five steps and one sentry, and the camp tents of the Ganzhou soldiers are set up one after another, and it is a vast expanse. In particular, when this crescent moon is in the sky, it looks really intimidating.

But this doesn't seem to have stumped these men in black.

Their familiarity with the terrain is like a leisurely stroll in their own backyard, and their light and agile posture has added weight to their success in bypassing the outer defense of the Ganzhou soldiers.

At about the beginning of the day, they were already lying in a bush a hundred meters outside the town, looking at the town still lit by lights in the hazy night.

Goo, goo, goo!

In a short time, the rhythmic sound of a pigeon or a sparrow sounded strangely in the night.