The world is like chess, and this is especially true on the battlefield.

Under the nine-way game, one by one the black and white chess pieces fall in order, and until the last moment, there is no way to talk about the victory or defeat.

The head of the city of Ganzhou, actively, forcedly, and involuntarily waited for the battle, and the crisis in the line of sight was from far to near, hundred, fifty, thirty, getting closer and closer, but stopped at the position of twenty zhang.

The steppe people's skillful equestrianism made their turns, and their formations were not messy in the slightest. The rear team turned to the front and pressed the front, leaving the people in Ganzhou City with a contemptuous and mocking back.

"What is this?"

Someone in the city raised such a question, but more of them were relieved by this sudden change, it is good to be able to die even for a moment.

"Commander, these Tartars are... ”

"Twig, what do you think?" Yun Zheng frowned and looked at Liu Twig, unable to answer Ye Yuze's doubts.

The "kill" in front of the tea made the whole city like a full moon strong bow, collapsing tightly and waiting for the arrow to come out, but because of the understatement of the Tartar, it looked anticlimactic.

"One blow, then decline, three and exhaustion. Liu Xizhi raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice: "Maybe they want to drain our morale?"

Willow Twig's speculation is not unreasonable. Looking at the state of the soldiers at the head of the city at this moment, it is clear that the spirit of mourning the soldiers who are fighting to the death has indeed dissipated a lot, but this is the purpose of the Tartars? Yun Zheng drew a big question mark in his heart.

The Chinese army has Tartars throwing dozens of ladders on the ground, what does this mean? Although the equipment is rudimentary, there is no doubt that they are going to attack the city after all.

Then why did they turn around? Aren't they afraid that they will go out of the city and attack each other?

The big men in the East Factory have no clues, in this world, perhaps only the fierce yellow croaker gold flag, Hu Che'er on the black BMW can give an answer, and this answer is naturally from the monk who eats fasting and recites Buddha.

Time pushed forward slightly, and on that night, next to the pot of mutton bone soup, the triangular-eyed monk showed his power and strategy in front of the aliens.

"If the patriarch dares to attack the city, even if he gathers 100,000 people, unless someone sacrifices the city, as long as it is not down for a while, when Wu Kedi leads the Longmen Iron Cavalry to arrive, under the gate of Ganzhou, there is a place where you are buried.

Don't say anything about Wu Kedi's promise, God-given opportunity, uproot your subordinates, wave the army to slaughter the Dongchang soldiers, the Longmen closed the merchant wealth into the arms, the court pursued it, the unworthy people died in the hands of your department, the damned people were also killed by him, but also to protect the country, promote the prestige of the Ming Dynasty, kill two birds with one stone, and kill two birds with one stone. Everyone is full of gold, and whoever dares to throw an ink spot on him will be pointed out by thousands of people, even if the emperor sees it thoroughly, he can't say anything.

Under such a trade-off, the patriarch has a good Han family's power and strategy, and he is in a different place, and the patriarch stands in the position of Wu Kedi, how will he choose? Qi Guozhong is a game of silk play, which is interlocking. If there is no external force, the three thousand black-hearted guards in Dongchang will be in a catastrophe, and after the battle of the Yellow Fish Tribe, it is inevitable that the ice and snow will melt, where should the patriarch go?"

"Big deal ... ”

"What's the big deal, don't you enter the customs?" Dao Yan shook his head slightly, and looked at Hu Che'er indifferently: "It's not you who opened the Dragon Gate Pass, an excuse to chase after the horse bandits, and the habitat of the Yellow Fish Tribe is not an unpredictable secret, and 50,000 iron horsemen are fighting head-on... What are the chances of the patriarch winning?"

After a strategy, the sky is endless, Hu Che'er is sweating profusely, like being in the desert in the middle of summer, there is no way to go to the sky, there is no door to enter the ground, a moment of innocence, a moment of negligence, and suddenly found that his usual pride is just child's play in front of the wise man of the Han family, lost?

This kind of feeling does not belong to Hu Che'er, it does not belong to Hu Che'er, who is determined to reproduce Genghis Khan's majestic hegemony, the excitement in his eyes overwhelms fear, this is the strongest saber he is looking for!

The monk in front of him is Liu Bingzhong in the book, and he wants to keep him!

Without the slightest hesitation, Hu Che'er knelt down on one knee, clumsily swept away the dust from the monk's upper, and lifted a bowl of white soup above his head, gold and silver were not a problem, but he did not think that gold and silver were the monk's appeal, maybe the means of the corporal would be of some use?

"If the patriarch can survive Chongyang, the poor monk will consider it. The contempt in Dao Yan's eyes did not leak in the slightest, but he slowly said his game: "Xu Ruyi, the prince of Dongchang Factory, is not in Ganzhou City, but he is inextricably linked with the city. His life is the most cautious, like an old turtle, only when he is sure to win, he has earth-shattering means. It can be expected that in the Battle of Chongyang, Ganzhou must be attacked by defense.

And Xu Ruyi's sentence of defending the city, commanding Yun Zheng must be carried out to the end, even if you expose your back to him and don't take any precautions, he will not make any moves, and this is also the beginning of the situation I laid out for the patriarch.

Longmen Iron Cavalry 50,000, the so-called Iron Cavalry, well-equipped, but the imperial court's finance and taxation are limited, even if there is a heavy weight in the early years, there will be a limit in the end. The number of people is multiplied. The beginning and the end are unprovoked, and the battle against the water is for the mourning soldiers. If the patriarch can break it, and then come to the poor monk, the poor monk may be willing to break this meat ring for the patriarch once... ”

Back in time,

Under Chongyang City, three o'clock in the afternoon.

In the middle of the day, when it is a good time to kill the head, there is nowhere to hide the unjust soul.

The 30,000 arrows of the Yellow Fish Department, which were waiting for the battle, pointed at the sky, and waited for the hair.

Everything is just as Dao Yan said, the old story of the battle between the princes and gentlemen of Song Xiang reappeared, and Yun Zheng's expression changed several times, but he never said a word.

Cautious, he finally decided, as the thin piece of paper said, to stick to it.

This is the divine will in Yun Zheng's heart, as a mortal, he is not qualified to question, he is not qualified to disobey, and he is not qualified to be smart.

Under the dazzling sun, the sky is shining.

A cumulus cloud from where it drifted with the slightest fishy wind, half and completely, obscuring the sun.

The suffocating formation is facing a shaking of the earth at one time.

The clouds rise and the sand is dark, and the wood falls in the autumn of the wild goose.

The three or five scouts flashed at the end of their sight, and soon after, the light was shining towards the sun.

"Warriors of the Yellow Fish Tribe!" A loud Mongolian shout sounded, echoing: "The blessing of the Immortal Heaven, the glory of the ancestors, for the glory of the Yellow Fish!"

"Glory!" a throbbing, bloodthirsty cry, bowstrings spreading.

Death descended quietly, and locusts with black light on their fingertips lingered and fluttered, and they couldn't wait.

"Put!"

Arrows rained down and covered the earth.

The Grim Reaper smiled and raised his massive scythe, wielding it, enjoying the feast that was coming.

"Sons, drive out the Tartars, protect my China, and kill the enemy with me!"

"I'm invincible!"

"I'm invincible!"

"I'm invincible!"