Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Battle of Han and Wei (10)

The mist of dawn softly enveloped the four fields, and it seemed that even the violent roar of the river was far away. The Wei sentinels who had been squatting on top of the tall tower for three hours in a row were already cold and tired at this time. He kept walking in place with his horn, although this would interfere with his hearing and make it difficult for him to concentrate on the enemy, but if he didn't, he would definitely get typhoid fever from the cold, and then he might never be able to return to his hometown, and even so, he had already sneezed many times in a row.

"Damn, it's cold like this, don't hurry up and send out winter clothes. Normally, the soldiers slept in the tents, but we sentries stood on this broken shelf, but where could we stand it. As soon as he thought of this, he remembered the soldiers in the tent in their new red autumn uniforms. Those people's clothes are really majesticly tight. When will it be nice to have the same treatment as they do. However, people can't be compared with people, how can a foreign army like himself compare with the most elite new fifth battalion in the Chinese army? However, although it is miserable, it is much stronger than those thieves in the West Bank, I heard that they are too poor, the country cannot afford to issue military uniforms, and they actually want to send clothes to their own homes, and after wearing them, they have everything, and they look like a group of people called Hanako.

Forget it, I don't want to, it's about to change the guard. If it weren't for the fact that it was too cold and he would get sick if he fell asleep, he really wanted to sleep on this rickety tower. At this moment, he suddenly saw a black shadow flashing in the distance, he was startled, rubbed his eyes and looked closely, the thick fog drifted by, and he clearly saw several people in variegated clothes standing a hundred steps in front of him. When did these people come to see you?

He was so startled that he picked up the horn and was about to blow it, when a row of arrows flew with a sharp cracking sound, and sharp clusters of arrows passed through him, spraying bright red blood in the air.

After defeating the Sentinels. In the past few years, the soldiers of the Han army waved their hands, and dozens of Han army forwards followed behind, and they quietly dispersed and rushed forward in a fan. They were all sturdy, wearing soft-soled shoes, and quietly approached the gate. There is a period of time before dawn, when people sleep most soundly, and it is also the time when it is darkest. Through the fog and darkness, they swept away the thistles and antlers, marked the traps they found, and cleared the Weaver Girl shuttle and the horse. At this time, someone suddenly shouted: "Someone has robbed the camp!" "It's a dark sentinel hidden in the shadows. He slept behind a sheltered dirt slope. The voice killed him, and in the darkness, a ring-headed knife cut off his head.

A terrible cry broke the silence of the night. The figures in the Wei camp were longing, some people broke out of the tent in disheveled clothes, some people were shouting, and the war horses began to neigh. People are scrambling.

The Han army strikers did not have any impatience, and dozens of eyes flashed a calm light in the darkness, which was the light that only soldiers who had been killed for a long time would have, and dared to face death. They knew that a panicked enemy army would not be able to organize a counterattack quickly, and that this short time would be enough for them to achieve greater feats without costing them their lives. They methodically drew their arrows, this time the arrows stained with fire oil, and with a low shout, they shot out in unison.

"Pounce--" The anti-arrow Tianluo and the flying spikes against the enemy that were erected in the air outside the gate were ignited, and the fire lit up the night sky.

"Walk the water--" Wei Jun shouted.

"Don't mess around!" One of the Wei generals stood up and shouted.

"Pounce--" The tent around Wei Jiang was set on fire. Wei will be shot into the chest with a rocket, and the burning fire will turn him into a writhing torch. The effect of the ignition of a single rocket is not obvious, and the attachment on the arrow burns out, and it is generally difficult to ignite the wood and tent, unless it is a fluke to shoot the fodder and other flammable objects. However, when dozens of arrows are fired accurately at the same time, they can definitely ignite the cowhide that is not easy to catch fire.

"Fight the fire!"

"Don't mess around, get ready to meet the enemy!"

The enemy began to reorganize his men, and orders were heard from all the departments. It can be seen that the enemy army is also a well-trained team. But—

"Pounce--" The stables were set on fire, the horses neighed, and the fevered horses broke free of their hitches, kicked off the crossbars that blocked them, and ran wildly. The Wei army, which had just begun to reorganize, was thrown into chaos again by the fire and the impact of wild horses.

At the same time, the Han army brigade rushed up, and to the sound of war drums, Wei Yan took the lead in rushing through the road cleared by the front and rushed into the enemy camp. The chaotic enemy army was crushed by the incoming Han army.

An enemy general jumped out, he was shirtless in the cold, exposing his well-developed chest muscles, he didn't show his strength, he just didn't have time to put on his battle robe. He exclaimed, "Who is coming?" ”

Wei Yan didn't answer, he raised his knife and slashed, and the horizontal spear came to fight. Wei Yan felt a gust of wind, almost draining the air in front of him. The broadsword was hit hard by something, like an electric shock. Wei Yanma rushed forward, and the knife in his hand slashed along the barrel of the gun by feeling, as if it had cut something, but it must not be a human head. for he heard the cry of the wounded man.

But Wei Yan did not stop, and the horse rushed forward. He felt sorry for that general, and if he really fought alone in front of the two armies, maybe he might not be able to defeat him. But tonight, that's going to be dead - no one can stop the raging tide.

Wei Yan didn't stop, forward, forward, forward. According to Kong Ming's requirements for governing the army, if the enemy army is not completely split in half when stealing the camp, it will not be considered a success. The pursuit of temporary results will make the enemy army calmly assemble, and the battle will be difficult to fight.

Behind Wei Yan, the Han army did not go to grab the spoils of war, nor did they dwell on individual fights, they followed behind the main general, shouting: "Kill!" Kill! Kill! "The sound of the mountain and the tsunami went all the way forward, unstoppable, crushing everything that stood in front of it.

Wei Yan was already covered in blood, and he couldn't remember how many people he had killed, but he knew that his eyes were suddenly empty, and he had already rushed out of the enemy camp. The remnants of the enemy army were fleeing south in a panic, and the cries and shouts rang out, and there must be the horse Chitose who led the army. You flee first, I'm about to use the remnants of your army to break through the Cao army's camp.

Wei Yan sneered and shouted to the deputy general behind him: "Yuan Feng! Thou shalt lead the cavalry in pursuit, and thou shalt not let the enemy rest. After a little reorganization, our army followed. ”

"Yes!" The general, named Yuan Feng, led the army and threw himself out. The Wu Cavalry was a cavalry in the Han army second only to the Xiliang Iron Cavalry and the Tiger Cavalry, and was famous for its offensive fire. With its pursuit, the enemy army has a chance to breathe in every difficulty.

Wei Yan turned around, looked at Cao Ying, who was still messing up, and shouted, "Sons! Tired or not? ”

"Not tired!"

"Alright, follow me into the enemy camp again!"

By the time of Chen, Cao Ying had been completely occupied by the Han army. This battle was fought beautifully, 10,000 Han troops attacked 10,000 Cao army elites, and when their own injuries were less than 1,000, almost half of the enemy army was routed and half captured. Moreover, it was the middle base army of one of the most elite new five battalions of the Cao army that was defeated. Looking at those soldiers in strange armor, Wei Yan laughed. The new clothes did not give them stronger fighting spirit and bravery, nor did they make them a good leader, so they were not destined to have the good fortune of the former Cao Jun.

Wei Yan also found the bones of the general who had begun to fight with him - he had already been trampled into flesh by the galloping torrent, and in the battle array, no matter how strong his skills were, he could not withstand the impact of thousands of troops. Wei Yan took a knife from his subordinate, and the knife was cast with a Xu character on it.

This should be the son and nephew of Huhou Xu Yu and Xu Zhongkang. It's a pity that he died here, and he didn't even have a name.

Wei Yan sent someone to inform Feng Xi on the one hand, using the boat to load the baggage and prisoners of war, and on the other hand, he ordered the whole army, disturbed the team, and spent half an hour to eat and rest, after the camp was handed over to Feng Xi, the wounded stayed, and the rest of the people immediately went south non-stop, with the shadow of Xiahou Mao, to attack the Fengling Ferry.

There is nothing more enjoyable than chasing down a router. Those who have fallen into fear, as long as they see the shadow behind them and hear the chaotic hooves of horses, they will be frightened and urinate, and abandon their armor and helmets. Cao Jun, who got up from the quilt and didn't even eat breakfast, managed to escape from Wei Yan's palm. He can even divide the men and horses into several groups and take turns to carry out the assault, and the rest just maintain a certain speed and rest while marching.

In the evening, the remnants of the enemy army came to Fenglingdu. After being chased by the Han army for a whole day, Cao Jun, who was already exhausted, looked at the camp as if he were a relative. At this time, he suddenly heard the Han army shouting in unison, and he was so frightened that he rushed straight to the camp. The general of the defending army shouted: "Where is the team ahead, do not break into the camp!" ”

A young man who was guarded by the army came out in line: "I am attached to the horse today, so Xiahou Mao, the son of the great general Xiahou Dian, quickly open the camp gate!" Then he beat the horse and rushed straight over.

The guards were surprised, and after a little hesitation, the camp was already in chaos. The soldiers at the camp gate did not dare to stop Xiahou Mao, in the blink of an eye, Xiahou Mao's men and horses had crashed into the camp, the establishment was scattered, the mournful cries of the defeated army and the helpless shouts of the defenders were mixed together, crowded with each other, trampled, and some of the defeated troops who were eager to escape actually danced knives at the robes in front of them.

The Han army followed Xiahou Mao and broke into the camp. Feng Lingdu was in chaos, the Cao army was rushed by the defeated army, and seeing the Han army coming like the wind, it was powerless to organize a counterattack. In the chaos of the army, Wei Yan led the crowd to rush directly at the guard, the guard looked around, his guards did not know where they were swept away, and they did not dare to meet the enemy, so they turned around and left. Wei Yanma was fast, approached the back, and cut off the head with a knife in the back of the head.

Fengling Ferry, in the blink of an eye, blood flowed like a river. The Wei army fled along the pontoon bridge of the ferry to the south bank, densely packed like ants climbing onto a grain stick. The pontoon bridge was squeaking in pain, and suddenly collapsed, and countless people fell into the water. Cao Jun, who was so killed, actually jumped into the water despite the cold and turbulent water of the river, but was swept away by the current in a blink of an eye.