At noon on 29 May, two hours after the Jingren stormed Qingcheng County, Zhang Xiyang finally received the news. At the same time, the grain and grass camp of the Jingren finally appeared in the sight of the scouts.

Zhang Xiyang was very excited, all this went so smoothly that it was a little unreal, and his luck was bursting.

Zhang Xiyang personally led two people to reconnoiter the past, and the Jing army's defense was obviously not so rigorous, and it could even be said that it was very lax.

After all, almost all the Zheng people who were alive around them had become prisoners, and even those who were hiding were almost searched, and as for Zheng Jun, if the head and Jingguan were also counted, there were quite a lot.

Dadu Xing, who had fled before, did not dare to come back, and even where he fled was unknown, which also made the Jing army, which was guarding grain and grass, miss the only opportunity.

Half an hour later, Zhang Xiyang came back with excitement on his face.

The garrison force of the Jing army is quite sufficient, after all, there are many troops, but they are very scattered, and they are also very lax, the Jing soldiers at the gate of Dazhai are not even ten people, and the patrol is basically a perfunctory procession, not even the most basic things such as rejecting horses, and the people in the grain village seem to be carnival.

This is simply a fat meat to the mouth of the powerful Xiao Zhou Army.

Zhang Xiyang and others quickly made a plan to encircle Wei and save Zhao, and attack the enemy to save me from the siege.

From this moment on, the horn of the Zheng army's counteroffensive will be officially sounded.

Zhang Xiyang left the horses in a safe place and arranged to pick them up, and then walked lightly with most of the people, time is everything at this time, a second earlier is a second of opportunity, in this rapidly changing adversity, we must seize any opportunity to slowly accumulate the hope of victory.

With the strength of hundreds of men to and fro in the ranks of hundreds of thousands of enemies, great courage is not enough.

Zhang Xiyang and the Xiao Zhou army under his command obviously did not lack this kind of bravery.

More than 100 people dispersed in several teams and quietly touched the target.

The early summer wind was slightly cool, taking a sip of spirits, and then stuffing the stewed rotten pieces of meat into his mouth, the small leader of the Jingjun leaned on the gate of the village and burped comfortably, and then glanced at the village with envy, and sighed with satisfaction.

Look at the sun again, it's almost time for the changing of the guard.

Thinking of this, Sanshan Zeyu couldn't help but feel a burst of heat in his heart, there were many Zheng women who had been taken captive inside, and the taste was not ordinarily wonderful.

The subordinates around him are also absent-minded, Zheng Guo is good, he is good at eating and wearing, and even the women are much better than Yasukuni, compared to Zheng Guo's rich Yasukuni capital, it is like an old landlord's mansion in the countryside.

It's just that Zheng Guo's horse is too tall and has captured a lot, but few people can ride it, and most of them are used as pack horses, which is a pity.

Sanshan Zeyu thought wildly, poured another sip of wine, and scolded his subordinates: "Stand up, stand up, wait for the change of guard." We must not let the miscellaneous mincs of the Takumura family see our jokes! ”

"Hey!" Several Jing soldiers simply bowed their heads neatly.

At the same time, Zhang Xiyang half-squinted his eyes, and the Wangshan on the crossbow firmly put Sanshan Zeyu in it, and then put his index finger on the bracket.

The robes around him each found their target, and the Xiao Zhou sergeant who was in charge of observing raised his arm and waved it down.

More than a dozen air-breaking sounds sounded almost simultaneously, and the crossbow bolts flashing with cold light sped straight towards their targets.

Sanshan Zeyu was reluctant to cover the wine gourd and hang it on his waist, but he suddenly felt the cold air empowered, and his intuition on the battlefield told him that life and death were approaching.

But it was too late, when Sanshan Zeyu discovered the danger, Xiaozhou's crossbow arrows had already moved from far to near, and more than a dozen deadly black spots with a muffled sound into the body ended all Sanshan Zeyu's illusions.

With a bang, the soldier Jing on the watchtower planted down and smashed right in front of him.

The eyes of the two seemed to be protruding from their sockets, full of deep unwillingness.

"Follow me!"

Zhang Xiyang saw that the blow was successful, and immediately led people to run towards the walled gate.

Everyone has a set of light armor, a crossbow, but the few crossbow arrows are pitiful but five or six arrows, and a straight knife, which is not even meaningful to Xiao Zhoujun. Everyone was running fast.

The big foot stepped on the ground and made a dull impact, which matched the noise of the Jing army, like a hidden king snake to send out a silent but fatal blow.

The walled gate is only more than 80 steps away from the ambush place of Zhang Xiyang and others, and this more than 80 steps has become one of the most important turning points in the whole war.

When Saburo Takumura came to change the guard with more than a dozen people talking and laughing, he happened to see Zhang Xiyang, who rushed into the gate of the village first, and lit the torch in his hand.

Zheng Ren is taller than Jing Ren, Takumura Saburo unconsciously raised his head and looked up, and a murderous aura rushed towards him, making Takumura Saburo, who had slaughtered many people as a veteran of the battlefield, feel frightened.

"There's an enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

The soldiers next to him also came back to their senses at this roar, and drew their guns and knives one after another.

"Inoue, go and report it quickly!"

"Hi" at this time, there is no room for the slightest hesitation. Zheng Jun on the opposite side had already rushed over like Shura, and the armor on his body and the blades in his hands were exuding a cold light of metal, and this momentum knew at a glance that it was not an ordinary elite.

"Kill me!"

Tuocun's order was somewhat redundant, and the Jing army said that he was well-trained, although he was still a little flustered, but several people did not forget to cooperate with each other, and the long and short soldiers formed a simple formation in the process of charging.

Several men roared and attacked the enemy with a superior number.

The torch in Zhang Xiyang's hand and the wind threw out bursts of explosions on the way to the charge. The distance between the two sides was not far, and the straight knife swung towards the head of a Jing soldier, and for a moment the light on the torch was imprinted on the blade of the knife, and it seemed to reveal a little warm color.

But there is no warmth on the battlefield, and even if there is, it is a blood-colored and tragic warmth soaked in death.

The straight knife in Zhang Xiyang's hand stayed imperceptibly on the hat of the Jing army soldier for a moment, and then split the skull with an unstoppable force, and the bursting brain suddenly splashed out.

Such brutality and ferocity startled the nearby Jing soldiers, and some people's eyes already showed fear, and they looked at the robes in front of them, who were missing half of their heads, and their steps unconsciously slowed down a little.

Most of the time, morale is a thing that loses the benefits of one or the other, and at this moment, Xiao Zhoujun was even more encouraged when he saw that his regiment was so brave.

"Kill!"

The silent lion finally let out a roar.

Seeing the disadvantage, Takumura Saburo also rushed up with the Jing knife in both hands, and it was a knife in his hand.

Someone in the Xiaozhou army immediately came out to greet him.

With a crisp sound of the bell, a figure retreated again and again, and it turned out to be Xiao Zhoujun.

The retreating soldier's right hand was trembling, and he looked like he couldn't hold the knife.

Takumura Saburo was also shocked in his heart, this blow was not only blocked, not to mention that his knife also had cracks, Zheng Jun's ordinary soldiers were so brave and well-armed?

Before he had time to think about it, Takumura Saburo pulled out another knife and bullied him, and the long knife stabbed towards the gap in the face armor of the Xiaozhou sergeant.

Such a big action and Inoue's frenzied alarm made some Jing soldiers realize the situation, and spontaneously rushed towards the gate of the wall, and soon the first batch of more than 100 Jing soldiers appeared in the sight of Zhang Xiyang and others.

Zhang Xiyang eliminated the enemy in front of him with a knife, threw the torch in his hand towards the tent not far away, and the fire burned directly.

"Everyone disperse, set fires, as fast as possible, no fighting!"

After saying that, he turned his head and saw that the Yijing army was actually pressing his own side and beating violently.

Is there such a warrior in the Jing army?

That's even more damning.

Zhang Xiyang's footsteps kept and hurriedly supported the past: "Luo Bing dodged me." ”

Luo Bing gritted his teeth and burst out with all his strength to block the long knife that Takumura Saburo had chopped over, and then dodged in the direction where Zhang Xiyang came.

"Die for me!"

Zhang Xiyang shouted, and the straight knife in his hand swung it at an extremely tricky angle, taking advantage of the fact that Takumura Saburo's old force had just gone to the new force.

Takumura Saburo broke out in a cold sweat, this knife was clearly seen but he didn't know how to dodge.

This is a master.

Tuocun was ruthless, not retreating, but advancing, and the long knife waved at Zhang Xiyang's neck.

Wounds for wounds, lives for lives.

But it is obvious that Takumura Saburo has no idea why the Xiaozhou army dared to attack the grain village of the Jing army of thousands with more than 100 people.

Zhang Xiyang's straight knife did not change the direction, his head only turned slightly and then deviated slightly from a few points, and Takumura Saburo's long knife brushed against the iron neck, making a piercing sound.

Takumura Saburo's expression changed greatly, and then he felt tight, and a straight knife easily pierced the poor iron sheet on his body and penetrated his chest.

Saburo Takumura, whose eyes widened, could clearly see the subtle two scars and the resolute look on the face of the young officer Zheng Jun in front of him.

After solving the powerful but insignificant enemy in front of him, Zhang Xiyang casually grabbed another torch and killed the rushing Jing army.

The smoke soon floated up, and the cattle who were in a hurry three miles away were overjoyed, and this delegation led them to succeed.

"Sui Domain."

"Mark it in."

"You will follow with your horses, and the rest will rush with me."

When the rumbling sound of horses' hooves sounded, the general of the Yasushi army, Kenichiro Yoshitake, was very reluctant to come out of the tent, but before he could lose his temper, he saw the smoke rising from the wall to the sky, and he was directly frightened, and all the interest fled back.

"Gather the men."

"What about the spies? How many people did Zheng Jun come? ”

Kenichiro Yoshitake yelled in rage, but no one could answer his words.

In the midst of the chaos, the rest of the world erupted in the sound of fighting, and the noise was quickly silenced, replaced by the sound of swords clashing with metal and roars.

Kenichiro Yoshitake hurriedly approved the armor with the assistance of his subordinates, and his entourage led the war horse and lay on the ground.

The general Yoshitake who rode on the war horse had gradually calmed down, although the sound of the fight was everywhere, but what he heard in his ears was basically the roar of the generals of the Jing army, and Zheng said almost nothing, which showed that the number of Zheng troops was not very large, and Kenichiro was very confident in sweeping and looting the surrounding area.

"Hiroshi Hengda."

"Your Excellency." Pansa Hengda Hao hurriedly walked a few steps and stood in front of the horse.

"The Zheng army must be a small number of elite attacking the camp, you quickly lead people and horses to patrol, you must stabilize the situation and eliminate all the Zheng troops as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir." Hengtian Hao went down with confidence.

"Mother's Troop."

"Hey."

The Muyi pro-soldier team, the most elite unit under Kenichiro Yoshitake, is also the ace elite in the hands of all senior officers of the Jing Army, and everyone is the most well-equipped and the best treatment.

"Go with Ben and screw Zheng Gou's head off!"

"Hey!"

The rise of Zhang Xiyang's killing, there have been fires in many places, and they are getting bigger and bigger, gradually spreading towards the place of grain and grass, and the soldiers of Zheng Jun also threw out the fire oil they were carrying.

The breeze blew gently, making the wind a little stronger.

Niu Gao in the rear led more than a dozen heavily armed cavalry to a position about 200 meters away from the gate in a very short time, and then launched a charge.

The horse's hooves kick up dust and smoke on the ground, and the rumbling sound is the best signal for support.

At the same time, Kenichiro Yoshitake's and his mother's own soldiers also entered the charging position.

Two of the sharpest knives were about to collide in this most unexpected place.