On the Wuzhang Plain.

A Xiliang Jincheng army is encamping.

The camp is not very large, but it is arranged in place, it is very strict on all sides, three steps, one post, five steps and one slightly, one by one, the gate is closed, and the scout cavalry within a radius of more than ten miles often haunts.

The master of this camp will be Han Sui's clan, Han Ming.

Han Ming is a young man in his early thirties, full of beard, and extremely rough, Han Ming is also a relatively brave general in the Jincheng Army, and he is good at making a mace, second only to Yan Xing, the first fierce general in Jincheng.

Han Sui sent him to Wuzhangyuan and gave him a full 5,000 elite soldiers, which was to let him hold the only position on the south bank of Weishui.

Han Sui was on the north bank of Weishui, from Chencang to Chang'an, one after another, one camp after another, and set up a huge military formation with a depth of almost 100 miles.

His aim was to hinder the advance of the pastoral army.

As long as he blocks the herdsman, then he has already won, he didn't think about defeating the herdsman, not that he thinks he can't win the herdsmen, but that even if he wins, he will pay a huge price.

After all, the pastoral army can make Ma Teng's Longxi army almost annihilated, and its combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

And this military formation of his can change at any time, overlapping and overlapping, you break one, I give up one, a depth of 100 miles, even if the pastoral army fights all the way, it is impossible to do it in a few months.

As long as it dragged on for three months to half a year, and let the main force of Xiliang and the Kwantung princes have a good fight, his task would be completed.

On the north bank of Weishui, Han Sui has already arranged it.

But the south bank of Weishui has always been a hidden worry, so he put 5,000 elite soldiers on the Wuzhang Plain on the south bank of Weishui.

And it's easy to defend and hard to attack.

Even if there are 100,000 elites, scattered here, they may not be able to exterminate the thousands of soldiers and horses, because the agility is very strong, you fight me and I escape, the terrain here, going around in circles can take people to visit the garden.

As long as the five thousand elite soldiers do not go out of battle and carry the herdsmen to the death, they can be like a nail, staring at the south bank.

Even if the herdsmen wanted to cross over, they might not dare.

Because they were worried about Wuzhangyuan and failed to conquer Wuzhangyuan, they definitely did not dare to enter Chang'an from the direction of the south bank of Weishui, which would make them encounter the front and rear encirclement of the Jincheng army.

"Scouts around, what have you found in the past few days?" Han Ming rode his horse, walked out of the gate, walked up a hill, looked down at the surroundings, and then asked the guards in a low voice.

"Nope!"

The soldier shook his head, and then asked, "Did the captain notice that something was wrong?" ”

"It's just a little quiet!"

Han Ming is a battle-hardened general, and he is also Han Sui's henchman, who has been fighting for many years, and has some keen intuition on the battlefield, he thought about it and said: "Let the scouts expand the range of twenty miles to be on guard, and order all the generals in the battalion to abide by every position and beware of the raid of the herdsmen!" ”

"No!"

The soldiers took the order and rode away.

"Let's go back to camp!"

Han Ming lingered around and circled, but he didn't find anything abnormal, so he rode back to the camp.

………………………………

And at this time, in a valley less than fifty miles away from Wuzhang Plain.

A group of soldiers and horses are resting and recuperating.

"Hong Fist!"

"In!"

"You take fifty scouts and go and inquire about the news!" Pang De stared ahead and said: "The same Xiliang Army, you should know the scout situation of the Jincheng Army, you can avoid them, try to avoid them, you really encountered, kill on the spot, and leave no one alive!" ”

"No!"

Hong Quan was in his early forties and gave up his life.

He took more than fifty elite scout soldiers and left the valley quietly, headed forward, and inquired about the news.

"Don't bury the pot and cook!"

Pang De looked at the generals and said: "Eat dry food, try to eat a little full, recuperate, next, we are going to have a long-distance attack, a fifty-mile run, the load is not small, we must have enough physical strength!" ”

"No!"

The generals took the order, sat down on the spot, took out some dry food in their arms, and began to bite into it.

This is a type of crispy noodles.

It is a more common dry food among the herdsmen, much more delicious than those rice cakes and flour cakes, if you boil water and add some sauce, it will be even more delicious, even if you eat it like this, you can fill your stomach.

"Ling Ming, do we really want to betray the lord and fight for the Mu clan?" A military marquis, only in his thirties, who was familiar with Pound, walked up, sat beside him, called him by name, and then asked in a low voice.

"Ma Yu!"

Pound looked at the marquis, sighed, and then just told him one sentence: "We can't go back!" ”

Captured on the battlefield.

Or be killed directly by the pit.

or submit.

Now Mu Jingneng proposed a third way, allowing them to exchange three years for their own freedom, which is already a kind of forgiveness, and he cherishes this opportunity.

"Whether you want to or not, at this point, I have taken the lives of all of you in front of Mu Jing, and I will be responsible, I hope this question is the last time you ask me!" Pang De looked at him and continued: "You are a member of the Ma family, although you are a side line, but you must have feelings for the Ma family, I don't blame you, but for the sake of the future of the sons, if you have a little dissent, I will not show mercy!" ”

"I see!"

Ma Yu gritted his teeth and nodded in response.

"Three years!" Pang De said: "I made a military order in front of Mu Jing, with three years of conquest, in exchange for freedom, three years of conquest, you and I will not die, I will not care what to do in the future, but not now, we are manly husbands, a promise, we must do our best, even if we die on the battlefield, we do not hesitate!" ”

"Although a certain person is unwilling, he will not ignore so many children!"

Ma Yu arched his hand: "I hope you are right, Minghou Mujing can do what he says, and after three years, let us go!" ”

"It's all for the future, now, first of all, we have to live!" Pang De raised his head and said faintly: "Jincheng Army, we are no strangers at all, how much combat power they have, we know best in our hearts, if you want to survive, you have to work hard!" ”

……………………

The night was getting cooler.

Under the faint night, the entire Wuzhang Plain was silent, and even the sound of the wind blowing could be heard.

Han Ming had already fallen asleep.

But he sat up again, and he could not fall asleep tossing and turning on the little marching bed, a state that made him uneasy, as was the case in every great battle.

"Did the scouts who sent them out come back?" In the lobby of the Chinese army where he came, several military marquis were on duty.

"I've been back three times!"

A military marquis stood up and replied to Han Ming, "Captain, the scout has been released a little far away, and it is also a normal thing that he can't come back for a while, don't worry too much!" ”

"I'm still feeling a little uneasy!" Han Ming said.

"Why don't I go and see for myself!"

A scout captain stood up and said in a deep voice.

"Good!"

Han Ming nodded.

However, just as his words fell, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded from a distance......

"Sons, kill!"

On the plain, which was less than 500 meters away from the tent of the Jincheng military camp, Pang De took the lead, led 300 cavalry as the vanguard, and launched a fierce attack in the direction of Yuanmen.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The three thousand Xiliang soldiers, all of whom were captured by the pastoral army, experienced the most tragic battle of Jieting, they were all devils who crawled out of hell, and this one, their resentful mood evolved into a battle.

Boom Boom Boom !!!!!

Several gates were directly broken by this torrent, and some of the sleeping Jincheng army generals had not yet woken up and had their heads cut off.

"What's going on?"

Han Ming suddenly ran to the door of the Chinese military camp and stared at the flames in front of him.

"Lord Captain, the enemy's night attack has broken through the two front camps of our army and is rushing towards the middle camp of our army!" A soldier covered in blood rushed back from the front, knelt down, and reported it.

"Impossible!"

Han Ming couldn't believe it: "Even at night, my scouts have been placed dozens of miles away, if there are enemy troops approaching, it is impossible to have no trace at all, they should have been discovered a long time ago, they are not close to our camp at all!" ”

But now, the gate of the front camp has been breached, and the two large camps have been eaten, but it is only a moment, and he has not reacted until now, hundreds of sons and daughters have been killed in battle.

"It's not impossible, unless ......"

A few military marquis beside him, some of them remained calm and said in a low voice: "They came in from forty or fifty miles away, and even if our scouts found out, they wouldn't have enough time to come back and report at all!" ”

The benefit of raids is the suddenness.

Every soldier and horse camped will release scouts, and as long as the soldiers and horses approach, the scouts will report the news.

And the direct raid took advantage of this suddenness, even if the scout reacted, there was no chance to come back to report the news, so that the main camp had no news at all, and was caught off guard.

"Damn it!"

When Han Ming heard this, his face was hideous, and he was obviously a little angry: "Raiding from forty or fifty miles away, how much physical strength and endurance does it take, or a night attack, it is even more difficult, how can they do it?" ”

"Yes!"

The calm military marquis said: "We can, it is indeed a lot of physical strength to run long distances at night, but Xiliang Erlang has tenacious endurance, and the herdsmen can also, it is said that the physical strength and endurance of their soldiers are not below us!" ”

"What now?"

"Before the night attack, we must have suffered a lot of damage!"

"If you withdraw now, I'm afraid it's too late!"

"We have lost two front battalions, and the battle damage is more than three hundred erlang, if we don't withdraw, then we will have to fight hard, and we will suffer!"

The eyes of all the military marquis looked at Han Ming one after another.

"Withdraw, or fight?"

Han Ming also hesitated a little, and his palms were a little sweaty.

"Lord Captain, it's better to make a decision as soon as possible, otherwise it's too late!" A military marquis urged.

"How many soldiers and horses do they have, do you know?"

Han Ming asked.

"Looking at the situation, there are more than thousands, but the fight is very chaotic, and I can't see in detail how many troops the enemy has, but it will not exceed 5,000!"

"Hit!"

Han Ming shouted loudly and said, "Sons, we Xiliang Erlang have never been afraid of anyone, since they dare to rush in, we dare to fight!" ”

If it was a surprise attack by tens of thousands of soldiers, he would definitely give up and withdraw immediately, relying on the terrain to compete with the enemy.

But only a few thousand soldiers.

He was unwilling to avoid admitting defeat like this.

So he decided to fight.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

The Jincheng Army is also regarded as a strong army in Xiliang, Han Sui has a degree of training, the soldiers are forbidden, and the combat effectiveness may not exceed that of the Longxi Army, but the discipline must be above the Longxi Army, the main general ordered, and the subordinates did not say a word, and directly obeyed the order to go to war.

"Didn't withdraw? Then have a good fight, sons, kill them and destroy them! ”

Pound held a long knife in his hand, and everywhere the blade went, there were corpses and broken arms, and nothing that stood in front of him could stop him for a single turn.

Since the Battle of Jieting, his martial arts have made breakthroughs.

It's become stronger.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

These devils who crawled out of hell, they need to vent, and this battle is the best way to vent, they pour out their grievances on this battle.

"A certain Jincheng Han Ming, who will come, report your name!"

Han Ming shook his hand with a mace and rushed out.

As the main general, in this situation, he was obviously inferior, and he was beaten and almost collapsed, and he could only lead by example and block the enemy's charge to stop the collapse of his subordinates.

"A certain Pound!"

Pang De said in an angry voice, holding a long knife in his hand, pointing at Han Ming, and a cold killing intent rushed into the sky: "Come here, fight!" ”

"Pang Lingming!"

Han Ming's pupils changed color.

He had a lot of doubts in his heart, why Pound was here, why Pound attacked him, why, why, why......

But on the battlefield, he was not given any time to react.

Because Pound's knife has arrived.

Pang De slashed and killed the two Jincheng soldiers with a knife, and then slapped his horse and charged, in an instant, he had already killed directly, waved his hand, took out the knife, and in one go, the knife slashed Huashan, towards Han Ming's head, and slashed down.

"Bell!"

Han Ming raised his weapon to block.

Boom!

It was a muffled sound, the sound of the back of the knife and the spikes of the mace colliding.

"Knife back?" Han Ming's pupils changed slightly, and he sensed danger.

Because of Pound's move, he hadn't used his strength yet, but he saw Pound change his hand, and the blade of the entire long knife was pulled along the long handle of the mace, igniting countless sparks.

"Let go!"

Pound's move is very particular, it is a coherent move, it looks like a slash, but in fact, it is forcing the enemy to give up the weapon in his hand, as long as his blade is pulled over, unless the enemy gives up the weapon, otherwise the entire wrist will be cut off.

"Damn it!"

Han Ming knew that he had been fooled, but it was too late, he had to give up his weapon in order to save his wrist.

Between the lightning and flint, Han Ming took his life first, gave up his weapon, and then ......

There is no more then.

As soon as he let go, it is equivalent to his bare hands, how can he beat Pound.

Less than ten rounds.

Pound swung a knife, a human head, and blood splattered three feet high.

"The Lord will be dead, and you will die if you don't wait!"

Pound raised his head with a knife and let out a long roar, and the sound wave was like thunder, shocking the entire battlefield under the cover of night.