The enemy army on the opposite side seems to be outnumbered, but there are only a few who can really be called elite.

Jiang Yingjie set his eyes on the enemy army in front. In the middle of the black pressed soldiers and horses on the opposite side, there were about 500 cavalry, led by a man in iron armor.

This person is the governor and the chief soldier Jin Shengheng.

He and his five hundred cavalry, as well as the two or three thousand infantry soldiers with strong strength, did not dispatch, but acted as a supervising team, mobilizing a large number of soldiers to move forward.

One group died, and a second group of soldiers filled in.

It took only half an hour for the two sides to meet each other, and there were corpses all over the ground in front of the wall, and blood flowed into a stream.

The soldiers under Jin Shengheng's command suffered one or two thousand casualties. Jiang Yingjie's soldiers also lost nearly 100.

Most of them were accidentally covered by a rain of arrows and retreated with injuries. Those who died directly belonged to the minority.

"My lord, the firearms on the opposite side are sharp, our army has already lost 1,800 people, and if we continue to attack it, it will be disadvantageous to our army!"

A guerrilla stepped forward and whispered.

Jin Shengheng's face remained unchanged, there is a way that Ci is not in charge of the army, he is old in the battle array, what corpses and mountains of blood have not been seen, what is the death of one or two thousand people?

What's more, in his eyes, these soldiers are just cannon fodder that can be consumed at any time, and even if they are all dead, they can't shake his roots.

"What's the hurry! Our army has 30,000 soldiers and horses, and the enemy army only has three or four thousand, nearly ten times the strength of the troops, even if some troops are lost, it has nothing to do with the overall situation!"

Jin Shengheng said lightly.

According to the news from the spies, these three or four thousand people are the most elite men and horses under the command of the little prince in Pizhou, as long as these people are surrounded and annihilated, Pizhou will be able to break itself.

"More than two million taels of silver...... This silver must be mine!"

The thought in his heart floated, thinking of the more than two million taels of silver that were said to have fallen on the Pizhou Army, and his heart suddenly became hot. He had never seen such a large sum of silver.

And now, as long as he defeats the Pizhou army in front of him and captures Pizhou, Caoyin can fall into his hands.

With the silver in hand, Jin Shengheng can let go of the recruitment of soldiers and horses, and he can easily support 100,000 soldiers.

"Continue to deploy troops to attack, and withstand the fire shots!"

"You two, after the opponent's physical strength is exhausted, each will lead a thousand elite soldiers to attack from both sides! Ben will personally contain it in the front, I don't believe it, just a few hundred firearms can block tens of thousands of troops!"

When Jin Shengheng said this, his eyes were full of light, looking at the thousands of people in front of him who were relying on the simple wall, the murderous aura in his eyes was faint, and the momentum was suddenly fierce.

"Mark and command!"

Seeing this, the guerrilla generals on his side immediately looked solemn, took the general's order, and then led their elite soldiers to the left and right sides of the wall.

These two elite troops, hidden in the rear. Wait for the soldiers in front to continue the assault and drain the enemy's physical strength.

A few miles away, on a hillside.

Clumps of bushes had dried up, the cold wind was blowing, the soil and rocks on the hillside were frozen and cracked, and about 300 people were taking out the bean cakes from their bags on the hillside to feed the horses.

Feng Yuan stood on a high place and looked ahead, only to see the army in the distance, like a large torrent, constantly attacking around a camp.

Far away, those soldiers were like ants, undetectable.

If it weren't for Feng Yuan's five senses surpassing ordinary people, his eyes were sharp, and he wouldn't have been able to see movements miles away.

"Little Prince!"

At this moment, Zhao Heng galloped back with more than a dozen cavalry, and there were several strings of ears tied on both sides of the war horse, which were the ears of the sentry of Jin Shengheng's department. It was cut off as proof of military merit.

"The villain has already cleaned up the nearby sentinels, but the enemy army has a lot of scouts, and it shouldn't be long before they can find us!"

Zhao Heng turned over and dismounted, full of anger, and his expression was a little excited.

As the saying goes, learning to become a literary and martial arts, goods and the emperor's family, whether it is learning literature or martial arts, the most fundamental purpose is to make meritorious contributions and seal his wife and son.

Jianghu martial arts are just a corner of the country. has the opportunity to become a civil and military general of the imperial court, and not many people are willing to fight in the rivers and lakes.

As early as when he was in Jinling, Zhao Heng took refuge in Feng Yuan, and did not hesitate to dedicate the core secret of his own kung fu, in order to make a contribution and fight for a future for himself.

This time, he led for dozens of nights without collecting and strangled several enemy sentry cavalry in a row, so that his hard-working martial arts finally had a place to use.

"Well done!"

Feng Yuan showed appreciation, thinking that Zhao Heng, a first-class player in the rivers and lakes, would be the same as Sun Qi, Cui Wanfu and others, with arrogance in his heart, and he was unwilling to bear all kinds of military regulations in the army.

Unexpectedly, after the other party arrived at the cavalry team, he did not show any rebelliousness. We also do our best.

Zhao Heng can have such an attitude, and he can reuse it in the future.

Even if he doesn't have the ability to lead troops independently, he is still qualified to be a fighting general.

"Rest well, and when the time comes, you will attack!" Feng Yuan said casually.

Zhao Heng nodded.

He ordered a dozen of his men to dismount and rest, and then walked to Feng Yuan's side and followed his gaze to look ahead.

"Little prince, the villain doesn't understand, since we have arrived, why don't we attack directly and attack Jiang Qianhu on both sides?"

Zhao Heng had some doubts in his heart and asked in a low voice.

Feng Yuan glanced at him, and when he saw that he was sincerely seeking advice, he couldn't help but smile and said, "The key to the art of war is to attack the outnumbered with the crowd and the short with the long!"

"Our army now has only more than 4,000 troops, while Jin Shengheng has a large army of 30,000, and the enemy is outnumbered, so he does not have an advantage in terms of strength. ”

"But our army is well trained, and although the enemy is numerous, most of them are rabble! ”

"But this advantage is not enough to break the enemy's army. Therefore, Jiang Qianhu led the main force, held the camp, held on to the enemy army, and consumed each other's physical strength. When the army under Jin Shengheng is tired, our cavalry, and then attack, can easily break the enemy's tired army. ”

"This is to wait for work with ease and to fight fatigue with energy!"

Let Feng Yuan lead the troops to fight and arrange the troops, he doesn't have this ability yet. However, it is not difficult to talk about the art of war on paper with a lot of knowledge.

If he meets a famous general in history, his plan will definitely be seen through by the other party at a glance.

But in this era, Liu Zeqing, Zuo Liangyu and others can be called famous generals.

The so-called chief soldiers and generals are worse than the other, even if Feng Yuan only has the ability to deal with half a bucket of water, it is enough to deal with these people.

Zhao Heng was just reckless before, he had never been on the battlefield, and he didn't know anything about the art of war.

"I see, is this the art of war that has been passed down by those generals?"

Zhao Heng secretly kept Feng Yuan's words in his heart, and prepared to go back and ponder it.