Yang Shilin stared at the surging flood outside the city, and his heart felt like an iron scale, heavy. He held the hat in his hand, looked up at the gray sky, and prayed in his heart: "God, don't go down again, take pity on the people of Nanyang!" ……”

At this time, there was a sudden loud "boom", Yang Shilin was taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?" One of the generals pointed with his hand and said, "It's not good, the city wall has collapsed over there!" Yang Shilin turned his head to take a look, only to see that a section of the city wall was tilting and collapsing more than ten zhang away from them, and it sank into the water in the blink of an eye.

Yang Shilin's mind was quick, and he hurriedly shouted: "It's also dangerous here, get out of here quickly!" When they heard this, they turned around and ran. The master was weak and inflexible, so he fell to the ground in a panic. A general hurriedly ran over to help him up and ran forward with him.

After running for more than 100 zhang, everyone stopped to catch their breath, and when they looked back, the place where they were standing just now had disappeared, it was really dangerous! Yang Shilin looked at the large section of the collapsed city wall, gasped, and secretly said in his heart, it is really a blessing and a foundation, and a disaster is born. It seems that Nanyang City is about to be in trouble! ……

In the military camp outside the city, Zheng Liren was drinking and having fun with several of his subordinates in the Chinese military tent, and everyone was shouting and punching, and a general walked in, hugged his fists and said: "Dashuai, good news, the Nanyang city wall has been washed away by the flood!" ”

"Really?" When Zheng Liren heard this, he stood up excitedly.

Seeing that the general nodded heavily, Zheng Liren waved his hand and said, "Follow me to take a look immediately!" He left the barracks with a few generals and a group of guards, and climbed the small hill outside the east gate. Everyone looked up, and there was already an ocean ahead, and Nanyang City was like an island in the water. Due to the long-term soaking and erosion of the flood, a section of the city wall in the east completely collapsed, leaving a gap six or seven miles long in Nanyang City, and the houses and streets in the city were all exposed to everyone. Zheng Liren nodded with satisfaction and said loudly: "Great! As soon as the rain stops and the torrent recedes, let's attack immediately! ”

The next day, Zheng Liren's words were really answered, and the heavy rain really stopped, and the clouds opened and the sun rose. The flood on Dushan is gone, and the river outside Nanyang City has dried up, although the ground is still a little muddy, but it does not affect the passage of the army.

Zheng Liren immediately gathered troops and horses and launched an attack on Nanyang City. The Nanyang city wall collapsed for such a long time, and it was impossible to repair it in a short time. Yang Shilin had no choice but to let the soldiers form a defensive line with wooden thorns, rejecting horses, and firewood deer. However, these improvised fortifications were simply impossible to hold off the enemy. After Zhu Cang's army entered the city through the gap, it quickly occupied several streets, relying on the large number of people.

On the outskirts of Nanyang, the new army was marching along the official road, and a fast horse galloped over. When he arrived, the scout turned over and dismounted, ran to Li Zhiyun's horse, and said with his fists clenched: "King Qichu, this place is still ten miles away from Nanyang City, and Zhu Cang's army has already entered Nanyang City!" ”

When Li Zhiyun heard this, he hurriedly said to the scarface on the side: "Order the team to speed up the march!" ”

"Yes!"

Li Zhiyun galloped on his horse and rushed to the front of the team with Zhang Zheng, Cai Hu and several guards. After two more rounds, they climbed a hill beside the road. Standing on the top of the mountain, he took off the telescope hanging on his chest, raised the telescope and observed, only to see that the east, south and north sides of Nanyang City were densely covered with the camp tents of the enemy army, full of pits and valleys, and stretched for dozens of miles.

He pointed his telescope at Nanyang City, and saw that the city wall in front of him had collapsed for a long time, and a large number of enemies were pouring into the city through the gap like ants. It seems that Nanyang City is in danger!

Li Zhiyun found that there was a piece of high ground on the right side of this hill that was relatively flat, which could be set up as an artillery position to bombard the enemy's camp condescendingly, so he pointed with his hand and ordered one of the guards beside him: "Quick, bring the artillery battalion over and set up a position there!" The guard said yes and turned to leave.

It didn't take much time, and the artillery wagons were pulled along the mountain road and dragged to the top of the mountain. The soldiers dismounted the cannons, adjusted the gun positions, and prepared for the launch. Then, with an order, shells whistled towards the enemy camp.

On the small hill outside Nanyang City, Zheng Liren and a group of his subordinates were happily talking and laughing, when they suddenly heard the sound of "booming" thunder. He didn't know what was going on, but he looked up at the heavens, and thought to himself, how could there be thunder on this great sun?

The sound seemed to come from behind, Zheng Liren looked back again, and found that in the camp of his army, there were pillars of black smoke from here and there from time to time, and many tents were still on fire.

What's going on? Zheng Liren was in a daze, a cannonball exploded more than a foot away from him, and with a loud bang, Zheng Liren and his men were lifted into the air by the air wave. By the time they fell, they were all mutilated corpses.

Alas, Zheng Liren was really unlucky, so he was killed by the first batch of falling shells.

In the military tent in the barracks, the deputy general sat in front of a desk. Opposite him, several neatly draped generals stood solemnly around the tent door. Zheng Liren went to the front to command and told the deputy general to sit in the Chinese military tent. Therefore, he did not dare to leave even half a step.

There was a loud "boom" sound outside the tent, and the adjutant general was puzzled in his heart, and the generals also talked in a low voice. After a while, there was chaos outside the tent, and the adjutant general couldn't help it, stood up and walked out of the tent, only to see black smoke in the barracks, and many tents nearby were burning. The soldiers scurried around like headless flies, and several horses were frightened and galloped through the barracks, and one horse knocked over several soldiers one after another.

When the lieutenant general was stunned, one of his subordinates hurriedly ran over and stammered: "Huh... Tell the general, Zheng Dashuai is dead! ”

"Huh?" When the adjutant general heard this, he was taken aback, "How did you die?" ”

"Thundered... Thunder Split... Hacked to death! ”

The adjutant general was so frightened that his body seemed to have no support, and he couldn't help shaking, and his head was buzzing like a swarm of bees, and he was in a trance for a while. After a while, he came to his senses, and secretly thought, the Lord is dead, how can this battle be fought? Run! Thinking of this, he said to the generals who were surrounding him: "Quick, send someone to inform the troops attacking the city, and tell them to withdraw quickly!" The others immediately pulled out camp and quickly left the place! ”

All the generals clasped their fists in unison: "Obey!" ”

The hall of Yang's mansion was set up as a Chinese military tent, and Yang Shilin was in command here. The bad news came one after another, making him anxious and his heart was tormented like a charcoal fire. Suddenly, there was a "booming" thunder in the distance, and when he was puzzled, Yang Shisheng ran in and said excitedly: "Big brother, good news, Zhu Cang's army has retreated!" When Yang Shilin heard this, he was stunned for a moment and said, "What's the matter?" ”

"I don't know!" Yang Shisheng shook his head blankly, "They suddenly retreated. ”

Yang Shilin pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go, follow me to the city and have a look!" The two brothers led a group of men to climb the remaining section of the city wall in the southeast corner, and looked out of the city, only to see black smoke over the enemy camp, and many tents were burning. With a thunderous roar, fires flashed here and there from time to time, and pillars of smoke rose. The soldiers in the barracks were in disarray, huddled together, and were stamping on each other, fleeing north in panic. This kind of scene is truly unseen and unheard of.

What's going on? Could it be that the Heavenly Soldiers and Gods will come down to help them? The scene in front of him made Yang Shilin extremely puzzled, and he couldn't believe his eyes. The entourage next to him also discussed, and one of the attendants suddenly pointed with his hand: "Look over there!" Yang Shilin looked in the direction of his finger and saw a large white scroll on a hill hundreds of zhang away, with the word "Tang" written on it.

"It's the Tang Army! The Tang Army is here to reinforce us! Someone screamed excitedly.

Tang Jun? Could it be the army of the King of Chu of the Tang Dynasty? Yang Shilin knew that within a radius of hundreds of miles, there was only one Tang army from the King of Chu. Although he hadn't seen Tang Jun yet, what was happening in front of him had already made him admire him to the ground: this King of Chu is really not simple, and he deserves to be a nobleman. Although he is young, he has such a magical army!

After Zhu Cang's army withdrew, Li Zhiyun also walked down the hill. The battle was an easy one, and before the soldiers of the Forces nouvelles could charge, the enemy retreated after a single bombardment.

Li Zhiyun walked to the side of the official road and joined the team. He was about to step on the stirrup and get on his horse, when a guard ran over and hugged his fists and said, "Lord Qiqi, Yang Shilin of Nanyang City wants to see you!" ”

"Where?"

"Look, they're coming!" The guard said, and looked back.

Li Zhiyun raised his eyes and saw a team of cavalry galloping over, and the red jujube horse in the lead was sitting on Yang Shilin. When he arrived, Yang Shilin turned over and dismounted, walked over, and Li Zhiyun hurriedly greeted him. Yang Shilin arched his hand and said: "His Royal Highness the King of Chu, Yang is really ashamed, he rejected your kindness last time, and almost caused a catastrophe!" Fortunately, His Royal Highness ignored his past suspicions and led his troops to help, and the people of Nanyang escaped a catastrophe! His Royal Highness's kindness, Yang and the people of Nanyang will be remembered in their hearts and will never be forgotten! ”

Li Zhiyun arched his hand and said, "Mr. Yang, there is no need to mention the past. Zhu Cang is our common enemy, and we can only defeat him if we join hands! ”

"Your Highness is very right! Yang came to greet His Highness and respectfully asked His Highness to lead the army into the city! ”

"Then there is Mr. Lao Yang!"

After the two sides mounted their respective horses, under the leadership of Yang Shilin, Li Zhiyun led the new army into Nanyang City from the south gate. After entering the city, the new army was placed in the barracks, and Li Zhiyun and a dozen retinues were invited into the Yang Mansion, and they still lived in the side courtyard last time.