Lu Hangyu immediately realized that he was thinking of a stupid question.

What Yuan Shao and Xu You did was very inauthentic, but they never tore their faces with Cao Cao from beginning to end - if Mr. Jian Yong was a cold joke, he would probably comment that Xu You was only smashed in the head until he died, and that face was indeed never torn off - so how would the officers and men in the army know what Cao Cao's position was?

The general of Zhengxi on him, that is all the lord's expression for him! In addition, he also gave a bunch of official positions to Cao Gong's subordinates!

It was a humiliation for this group of great princes to look at the position of six hundred stones, where could the lower-level soldiers understand this humiliation? If it is changed to 1,800 years later, it will probably be when ordinary people watch someone scumbag and his partner break up, not only throw away a cash check of seven or eight zeros, but also attach a fund that the other party's whole family can receive money every year until they die of old age!

So having said that, the lord is lenient and benevolent, and he has been in the same boat for many years, asking for money and food to help the grain, many Jizhou soldiers have fought side by side with Yanzhou soldiers, as long as the upper echelons do not speak, where will Cao Cao have any bad intentions?

…… Aren't everyone all the little wings of the lord!

"I understand this," she thought clearly, "it must be clear to Chun Yuqiong herself." ”

The wood in the brazier gradually burned out, and she was not afraid of the cold, so she did not add firewood immediately, but Sima Yi was a little dissatisfied.

He stretched out his paws and approached the brazier.

A spark burst out, and he suddenly "hissed", and quickly put his hand back into his sleeve.

"General, be patient, don't act recklessly." Seeing her sweeping her gaze, Sima Yi said stiffly.

That's not a Cao Cao.

It was a Schrödinger's Cao Cao.

Before breaking through Chun Yuqiong's camp, she couldn't find out whether it was Chun Yuqiong, a Yong general, or Cao Cao, the great demon king.

She couldn't use the intelligence lines of the Shi clan to investigate.

Speaking of which, she doesn't understand, Cao Cao is not tall, he is not particularly handsome, he acts ruthlessly, and from time to time he also shows his unsympathetic background.

But there is a group of loyal strategists and generals around him, in the eyes of this group of people, the lord is wise and powerful, eloquent and strategic, in short, it is right to follow him!

Especially these people are not stupid people, but the world's first-class strategists and generals, Cao Cao has such a group of loyal people, plus those thousands of people are almost all veterans he brought out from his hometown, it becomes an impossible task to find out about him.

So she had to try it herself, and use her performance on the battlefield to judge who was on the other side and what she was hiding.

Sima Yi put his hand in his sleeve and rubbed it quietly, as if he wanted to blow the back of his hand, but he held back.

Seeing the consequences of this small, reckless behavior, Lu Hangyu "poofed" and was happy.

"No, there is still enough firewood in the camp for a few days, and I will not let the people cut firewood," she said, "but I have to try him." ”

Chun Yuqiong's soldiers and horses are stationed outside the city, backed by the White Horse City, relying on each other, which is a very simple and conservative way of camping.

After the initial tentative contact between the two sides and the generous provision of more than 1,000 winter clothes for her out-of-camp husbands, the coach was very stingy in closing the door, as if he was not ready to have any more communication with her.

She didn't care, she asked Sima Yi to write a war letter, which was sent to the camp by Zhang Liao, of course, it was not sent by a normal envoy, she was never this polite style of painting, and the war letter was tied to an arrow and shot in.

But when Zhang Liao was about to set off, Lu Hangyu suddenly changed his mind again.

She asked Sima Yi, "Your war book, can't you change it again?" ”

Sima Yi was obviously a little confused, "What does the general want?" ”

"I have an old friend, and he will always provoke anyone," she said, "and I want you to learn from him." ”

Sima Yi's brows furrowed, his face was full of confusion, and even Zhang Liao, who was patting the war horse on the side, turned his head and pricked up his ears to listen.

"The name of the old friend of the unknown general?"

"Wenhou Lu Fengxian," she said, "he is very-"

Suddenly, someone, or a horse, made a very loud nasal sound.

Sima Yi looked at Zhang Liao.

Zhang Liao hurriedly turned his head back.

"General," Sima Yi said with a blue face, "I am loyal to the lower part, the Yellow River can be learned, and the general should not be compared with Wenhou!" ”

…… Although it was a little embarrassing, Sima Yi still changed the letter again.

But he thought that he was far from Lu Bu in terms of language arts after all, and he still needed some face, so he discussed it with Zhang Liao and changed his routine.

Not a dozen horsemen to shoot a dozen letters, but hundreds of horses, be sure to let that war book fly all over the sky and rush into Chun Yuqiong's camp.

When she thought about this picture, it felt very familiar, and the details were only in Chun Yuqiong who was the one who roared and tore up the letter, and it was unlikely to be the one who jumped up and received the letter with joy.

In any case, such a war letter is extremely humiliating, Chun Yuqiong is an old and good-looking general, she delivered a letter in the morning, and finally heard a rumbling sound from the opposite camp in the afternoon.

Her soldiers stood in line on the snow, blades in one hand and shields in the other, and they could only hear the sound of breathing and the wind rising in the other.

She stood on the earthen platform erected, and there were flag bearers beside her to raise a big banner for her, and as for the flag, the words written on it were also quite long, and she ordered the font to be written a little bigger, and hit several flags.

…… In particular, the four words "Jizhou Thorn History" are rich and colorful, and Xiao Er and Xiao Wu also embroidered gold edges on it with their own hands, which is brilliant and flashes blind dog eyes.

The camp did not open the main gate, but opened the side doors on the east and west sides of the battlefield, and some soldiers detoured out after rejecting their horses.

This behavior was a little timid, she thought, if it wasn't Chun Yuqiong, then at least Cao Cao wanted to imitate him.

…… Read on.

More and more soldiers from the opposite side came out, and they began to line up gradually, but they were still within the range of the double bow and crossbowman of the camp and the city wall.

Tai Shici, who was riding through the soldiers' formation, turned his head to look at her.

She nodded slightly.

The drummer bled his spirits and slammed the two drumsticks on the faded old drum.

Bang.

The soldiers clenched their blades in unison.

Again.

They take one foot and sink at the waist.

The third tone.

Tai Shi Ci rode forward, the banner of "Jizhou Thorn History" moved forward, and the soldiers began to move forward slowly.

The first drums seemed to reach the White Horse Mountains, and the gods of the mountain slowly awoke from this winter day, and responded in a low voice to the sound of war cries, drums, and footsteps, and rolling thunder reverberated between the sky and the battlefield.

The soldiers on the opposite side were also lined up.

The soldiers are well-armed, the body is strong, and at a glance, it is not inferior to the Qingzhou army.

Under the orders of the officers, they were also moving slowly.

But one of them was turning his head to look behind him.

At first, it was one or two, and then it gradually increased.

This scene is not eye-catching, after all, how can you see so clearly from hundreds of steps away.

But Lu Hangyu's eyesight was unusually good, she thought for a moment in confusion, and then understood.

- They were waiting for the rain of arrows on the city walls.

"It's not a good habit." She muttered.

Chapter 513

Lu Hangyu is actually not very clear about what he looks like in the eyes of his friends.

In the eyes of her colleagues, she is also very vague.

But she knew very well what she looked like.

She has not tasted defeat, so every action has a special meaning, so even if the armor is as bright as the Jizhou army, there will be fear in front of her achievements.

If the two armies were to fight in the field, this fear would help her crush the other party's morale, but in this situation, it would be a bit troublesome.

The soldiers feared to engage her in equal numbers, so they frequently looked back at the archers on the walls, meaning that they would have taken a very cautious step.

This kind of caution will not stop the pace of death in the early stage, and may even exacerbate the rout of the front row, so it is not a good thing for Chun Yuqiong.

But when the soldiers ducked back into the rain of arrows, the situation changed.

She stood on the earthen platform, not wearing a helmet, still a washed and faded hairband holding the green silk together.

She did not wear a big sheath either, but only an armor inside and a burqa outside, and stood under the big sword with a sword at her waist in her hand.

The big one was puffed up by the cold wind, like a sail, and the hunting ground rattled in the wind.

She calmly stared ahead, and Sima Yi was also looking ahead, and secretly looked at her with her spare eyes.

Everything happened as she envisioned it.

The Jizhou army also beat the war drums and slowly moved forward, but their steps were not resolute, their hands holding up the iron card were very low, they subconsciously wanted to protect themselves in the long card, but ignored the comrades behind.

So after the first wave of arrows on both sides, the Jizhou army had a little more unnecessary casualties.

Those unnecessary casualties came from the spearmen in the second row, and after their casualties, when the Qingzhou Army's knife hand crashed into the long player, there were not so many spears stabbed out after the long card.

These subtle changes were not enough to sway the situation at first, but after a moment, and only a moment of incense, the Jizhou army began to retreat.

"General," Sima Yi couldn't help it, and stretched out his hand to point to the city wall in the distance, "But I want to remind General Ziyi......"

"Move the crossbowman three feet to the left?" She asked.

“…… Yes? ”

"No need to be reminded," she said, "what to do, Ziyi knows very well in his heart. ”

A rain of arrows poured down.

On the opposite wall were placed not only archers, but also crossbow machines.

Sanshi's waist crossbow is not difficult to shoot through the soldier's leather armor, and Bashi's waist crossbow is basically impossible to stop anything except for the iron long card.

Officers shouted loudly, and soldiers ran quickly forward or backward in the area covered by a rain of arrows.

It was an extremely cruel order, and some people ran out of the rain of arrows, and some people didn't.

A few were killed by an arrow, and many were shot in the torso or both legs, and for a while they could not die, and they could not run and could not run, and they crawled slowly on the ground, and the archers on the wall had a place to aim.

In the next round, they will deliberately aim the arrows they should throw upwards, shoot arrow after arrow towards the ant-like presence in their field of vision, and only reluctantly give up after the team leader notices and shouts and scolds.

What they gave up was not killing, but the wonderful feeling of being gods in this moment.