A fire in a military camp mostly means that grain and grass are burned.

Xiliang has no towns and residents on the border, and cannot collect grain on the spot, and the grain and grass cannot be sustained, so it is like water without roots and cannot last long.

The Xiliang army, which was besieging the city, realized this, and the army's morale was unstable, and the offensive slowed down.

On the city wall, An Linghou, who was in a state of embarrassment, walked quickly to Zhao Chen's side, "His Royal Highness the Prince, have you sent someone to burn Xiliang grain and grass?"

Zhao Chen stared at the sky-high fire in the distance, as well as the rapidly moving fire dragon, and slowly spit out a few words, "Ghost-faced general."

He had just received the news two hours ago that General Ghost Face had defeated the Xiliang army in Cizhou. The art of war used is to catch turtles in urns. However, one day, they rushed to the border city again, and repeated their tricks, sneaking up on the Xiliang army behind their backs, and attacking them unprepared.

They were able to sneak all the way through the territory of Xiliang, and their combat power was really daunting.

But I don't know how many soldiers and horses they came, whether they were some of them or all of them? If they all come to the border city, what if the Xiliang army on the Cizhou side makes a comeback?

An Linghou was surprised, "Your Highness also believes this rumor? Xia Guan thought that maybe the prince and General Qiao came back with the five thousand elite soldiers. Now that the rear of Xiliang is empty, it is not difficult for the prince to send a few masters to sneak into the barracks and granaries."

Zhao Chen didn't want to say that none of the guards he sent to the barracks had returned, and Xiliang was not short of warriors with strong martial arts.

He pointed to the chain of torches and said, "Do you think there are so many 5,000 soldiers and horses?"

What's more, the five thousand, now there are three or four thousand left.

An Linghou found out that under the firelight, a mighty army of soldiers and horses suddenly rushed out, as if falling from the sky.

He muttered to himself, "Is there really a ghost-faced general?"

He'd been listening to it as a joke.

His son Lu Bing is a ghost-faced general? Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence, Lu Bing went to Cizhou, and the ghost-faced general appeared in Cizhou. Now it's almost time for Lu Bing to come back, and the Ghostface General has appeared in the border city again.

An Linghou stopped the waist pole, and a sense of pride arose, and the bamboo was good.

Zhao Chen swung his sword and helped An Linghou block a sharp arrow that was rushing into his chest, "The battle is not over yet, An Linghou is a little happy."

An Linghou hurriedly lowered his short body, hid himself, and said, "Thank you, Your Royal Highness the Prince, for saving your life! But the arrow just now, even if the minister saw it, he couldn't dodge it......

He is just a civil servant, and his strength is not as strong as his daughter-in-law. It's just that both brothers died in battle, he was driven to the shelves, and he barely learned three moves and two styles over the years, making himself a general who is not so ugly.

Zhao Chen didn't pay any more attention to him, shouted a military order, and opened the city gate to meet the enemy.

The Xiliang army was attacked from both sides, and the position was briefly messy. The generals of the Xiliang Army immediately made a decision and Mingjin withdrew his troops.

They fought and retreated, and the other did not seem to be fighting, and after they retreated to the camp, they took off.

However, the direction they went was not the border city, but the other side of Xiliang.

Zhao Chen roughly guessed that General Ghost-Face's soldiers and horses had just gone through a big battle and attacked overnight, and they were already exhausted, and they had no strength left to confront the hundreds of thousands of Xiliang troops head-on. This time he was able to scare off the Xiliang army, which was already a blessing. ….

The purpose of his exit from the city was to meet the Ghost Face General head-on, as long as he met, even if he was wearing a mask, he would be able to roughly make a judgment. However, they were separated from the Ghost Face General by the Xiliang Army, and in the end, they had no chance to meet.

To be precise, the ghost-faced general deliberately avoided and did not want to reveal his true identity.

An Linghou looked at the direction of the disappearance of the ghost face general with satisfaction, his son was so clever that he pretended to be mysterious, so that the Xiliang army could not figure out the details of him, and he would be afraid and jealous.

The army returned to camp, and the Jedi soldiers were elated and jubilant.

An Linghou brought two plates of side dishes and a pot of wine to Zhao Chen's camp, Zhao Chen's battle clothes had not been removed, his bloody clothes had not dried, and he was lying on the desk, his face was gloomy.

An Linghou has become accustomed to the prince's diligence, and they are fortunate to be in the Great Zhou!

He smiled and sat down opposite Zhao Chen, and put the side dishes and wine on the table

between several cases.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, let's celebrate with a drink!"

The pen in Zhao Chen's hand did not stop, and he said lightly, "If you stain this piece a little, I will punish you for the crime of contempt for the emperor."

An Ling moved the side dish to his side, "The chapter should be written, it's not too urgent, and the emperor will not respond to give us more troops." Even if you should ......."

The joy on his face darkened, "I'm afraid we won't be able to live and wait."

Although his son is a ghost-faced general, this kind of bluffing greeting is okay once or twice, and can it be used forever? How many soldiers and horses did the Northwest Army have, but he hasn't counted it, he hasn't counted? There's always a time to show the stuffing.

Zhao Chenbi stopped, his thin lips pursed.

This battle cannot be said to be a victory, it can only be said to be a narrow escape from death.

What the Xiliang army did was to make an all-out attack and crush the northwest defense line in one fell swoop, so that they could not rush to each other's aid. This time, there is a ghost face general to help, but next time it may not be so lucky.

In the previous life, after the war, the northwest has fallen, and things are different in this life, and I don't know what changes will be made in Xiliang's response.

In the previous life, An Linghou's father and son were not killed in battle, they were beheaded by him, and they probably won't die so quickly in this life, right?

Zhao Chen dipped it in ink and continued to write, "The grain and grass of the Xiliang army have been burned, and they are now withdrawing from the barracks, waiting for the supply of grain and grass, and it should be impossible to organize an attack in ten days and a half. This letter will reach my father's hands in three days, and in another three days, the Liangchuan battalion will receive the holy decree for the transfer of troops, and in another seven or eight days, there will be enough reinforcements from Liangchuan to the border city."

An Linghou poured a glass of wine, took a sip, and sighed, "Your Highness, let's go, you shouldn't lose your life here, you will be a good emperor in the future."

Zhao Chen didn't speak.

He finished writing the fold and sealed it and handed it to Wei Xiao, "You must go to the capital within three days."

Wei Xiao should go down and go out to arrange it with the fold.

Zhao Chen picked up the wine jug and poured wine, clinked glasses with An Linghou, and asked him, "Aren't you afraid that after you become the emperor alone, you will be the first to take An Linghou?"

An Linghou laughed, "How is that possible? Your Highness is not that kind of person."

Zhao Chen slowly sipped the wine and said lightly, "It's hard to say."

An Linghou only thinks that he is joking, and the people who can make this kind of joke can see that they trust each other incomparably!

He became closer to the crown prince, he leaned forward and said in a low voice, "The minister understands that the emperor is jealous of the Northwest Army, and thinks that the Northwest Army is the backing of the King of Jin and will help him rebel. But what the emperor doesn't know is that the King of Jin is really not very close to Anling Houfu, although I am his cousin, I am also an old man, and I am still afraid to see him."

He laughed, "I'm not happy to let me help him rebel."

Of course, he doesn't even count.

Shen Momo