Chapter 9 of the first section of the Central Plains in March, Henan Yin, Jishuijin. There was not a single cloud in the gray sky, and the pale sun looked like a patient who had just recovered from a serious illness lazily opening his cloudy eyes and looking weakly at the earth.

On the surface of the Yellow River, dozens of large ships loaded with soldiers with distinctive armor spread out their huge sails to ride the wind and waves.

On the ferry, the drums of war rumbled, the sound of killing shook the sky, and the arrows in the sky were overwhelming like locusts. On several beachheads under the river embankment, soldiers from both sides fought back and forth, and the battle was unprecedentedly fierce.

The old crooked body was curled up in the shallow dirt pit, his body splashed with muddy water, and the long shield stood in front of him, and the whistling arrows were nailed to the shield from time to time and made a terrifying sound

"Knock knock...... Okay, all lie down and don't move. The old crooked man kept screaming and shouting, and the vicious curses that rushed out of his mouth were drowned out in the blink of an eye by the loud sound of fighting on the battlefield.

From the moment he stepped on the river beach, he and his soldiers were suppressed by the enemy's dense arrow array, and it was difficult to advance an inch.

"Old Song ......" the old man tilted his head and shouted loudly behind him,

"Let's see if the fleet arrives, if they don't come, we'll be shot into a hornet's nest." Lao Song cautiously exposed half of his head from behind the shield and winked at Lao Crooked, and then retracted it at a very fast speed,

"What the hell is howling...... Miss me dead. "The old crooked scolded,

"One look at someone would die? Lao Tzu told you to look at it, where is the lot of nonsense? Just as the old crooked scolded and scolded, Lao Song's surprised voice sounded,

"Here we are...... They're coming. Brothers, get ready, guys, kill it! Dozens of large ships approached the ferry, and the ballistas on the bow of the ships fired in unison, and the deafening sound resounded up and down the river embankment in an instant.

The fierce drums of war rang out one after another, and the soldiers waved their weapons and shouted hoarsely, rushing up the river embankment like a tidal wave.

Strongbowmen lined up on the sides of the ship, pouring out their angry arrows at the enemy on the embankment. Under the fierce fire of the Northern Xinjiang Army, the momentum of the enemy troops who were desperately defending the ferry was suddenly reduced, and the defensive position was immediately divided.

"Let's go...... Walk...... Kill, kill......" The old crooked jumped up, raised his knife and shouted,

"Brothers, stand up for me and kill ......" The morale of the soldiers in the northern Xinjiang was like a rainbow, and under the cover of their own dense arrow array, they were brave and shouted forward.

Xu Huang stood on the big boat, looked at the bloody battlefield in front of him, took a hard breath, then raised his hands and roared loudly: "Drumming...... Drum ...... Be sure to take the ferry today. The sound of the war drums suddenly shook the earth, like a burst of spring thunder, and the heavy waves set off were magnificent, rumbling towards the embankment.

The soldiers' blood was boiling, their blood-red eyes widened one by one, and they shouted loudly, like roaring tigers, fiercely pounced on their prey.

For a while, blood was pouring out, and severed limbs and stumps were flying all over the sky. The old crooked drew the bloody war knife from the enemy's chest, raised his kick and kicked the corpse that was still screaming and convulsing out fiercely, and then raised his head to the sky, opened his mouth and let out a long howl of pain and misery,

"Ah......h

The old crooked stretched out his big bloodstained hand, bent down and picked up the battle flag from the hand of the flag bearer. He took one last look at the brother who had lost his life, slowly straightened his body, and then raised the battle flag high, and suddenly looked back and shouted,

"Brothers, kill it......" Sixty miles away, Guangwudu. Wang Dang walked up the embankment. The embankment was covered with corpses, blood soaked the dirt, and a foul smell of blood emanated from the air.

In the distance, the war drums sounded softly, and a group of soldiers, guided by the battle flag, were regrouping their ranks and preparing to advance to Aocang City, which was ten miles away.

The follow-up steps that came down from the ship, cleaning up the battlefield while unloading heavy equipment from the ship.

Ding Bo, Xue Lan and a group of lieutenants and military commanders walked in front of Wang Dang. Ding Bo bowed and bowed,

"My lord, will the army immediately enter Aocang City?"

"Don't stop, pull it out. Before the enemy's reinforcements arrived, he took Aocang and forced Xingyang City. Wang Dang waved his hand vigorously,

"If we can't take Xingyang City, we won't be able to gain a foothold in Henan, let alone hold back Yuan Shao's army."

"My lord, Yuan Shao's main forces are now in the area of Zhongmu and Chenliu, only two or three hundred miles away from Xingyang, their speed of reinforcement will be very fast, and the time left for us to attack Xingyang is too short." Xue Lan said worriedly.

"No faith?" Wang Dang asked with a smile.

"Xingyang is the gateway to Luoyang, and hitting Xingyang is like hitting Yuan Shao's throat." Ding Bo said,

"Once Yuan Shao gets the news, he will definitely go all out to rescue. We don't have enough troops, so we may not be able to ......," Wang Dang shook his hand, interrupted Ding Bo's words, and then walked forward.

Ding Bo and the generals hurried to follow.

"Let me ask you, under the current circumstances, can we take Luoyang?" Wang Dang asked as he walked.

"I can't." Xue Lan hesitated for a moment and said,

"There are tens of thousands of troops in Luoyang, and there is a danger of being imprisoned. Zhongmu, Chen Liu, and Yuan Shao's main army. Yuzhou is also close at hand. If we are not careful, we will be surrounded by the enemy. Nodding, he stretched out his leg and stepped over the corpse of an enemy.

His gaze inadvertently swept over the corpse's head, and he couldn't help it

"Huh", and immediately looked back at it. It was a thin old man with a white beard.

"There are still soldiers of such an age in Yuan Shao's army?" Wang Dang was surprised.

"I heard that after the Yizhou War, Yuan Shao, Cao Cao and other rebels were conscripted in large numbers, and men between the ages of 14 and 60 became conscripts." Ding Bo said,

"It is rumored that Yuan Shao has 100,000 troops. Liu Biao in Jingzhou was attacked by Liu Zhang of Yizhou and Sun Ce and Zhou Yu of Jiangdong last year, and he also recruited a large number of troops last winter, and it is said that his total strength also reached 100,000. ”

"There are many people who have a lot of fart." The king scoffed, turned and walked on.

"Lord Xue was right just now. We think so, and Yuan Shao should think so. The purpose of his large army in Zhongmu and Chenliu was to wait for an opportunity to enter the Central Plains, but before entering the Central Plains, he had to minimize our threat to Luoyang, so it is very likely that he would take advantage of the fact that our Northern Xinjiang Army was gathering in Hanoi to attack Yizhou and cut off our retreat, thus forcing us to withdraw our troops. He stopped, looked at the generals behind him, and asked with a smile: "You say, what should Yuan Shao do after he hears that we are crossing the river and heading south?" ”

"Give up going north to attack Jizhou, and instead fight with us in Henan, and strive to kill us on the south bank of the Yellow River." Xue Lan said,

"If Yuan Shao succeeds, he will not only be able to recapture Hanoi, but he will still be able to occupy the Central Plains."

"Your Excellency. At that time, we will have to withdraw to Hanoi in time. This time we have nothing to gain except for dragging Yuan Shao and preventing him from attacking Yizhou. Ding Bo shook his head,

"If this is the case, I think it is really a losing move for the imperial court to order 50,000 troops to gather into Hanoi and attack Henan in the south." Wang Dang smiled,

"It's too early to say, it's too early to say. The general must have had another purpose. Then he pointed to the generals and said with a serious expression,

"Since we are the first to cross the Yellow River, we must play the prestige of our Northern Frontier Army."

"Within two days, take Aocang for me, and the soldiers will come to Xingyang City." In mid-March, Wei County, Jizhou, Changshoujin.

......The muffled sound of the spear piercing through the body was eerie, and then the bloody tip of the spear shot out with a streak of blood.

Xiao Hei stared at the tip of the blood-dripping spear in amazement, and watched Wu Chang's tall body staggered back. The Captain's terrible screams rushed into his ears, and the sound was so clear and so long that it drowned out all the sounds on the battlefield.

Huge fear suddenly invaded Xiao Hei's whole body like an icy cold wind. Xiao Hei trembled, he wanted to run, but his legs seemed to be unconscious, and he didn't move.

The blood that shot out of Captain Wu's body

The sound of "Zizi ......" pierced Xiao Hei's heart like a sharp arrow, making Xiao Hei feel a heart-rending pain, and at the same time, the huge fear also overwhelmed him.

Xiao Hei instinctively opened his mouth wide and screamed loudly,

"Save me......" The tip of the spear suddenly disappeared, blood flew all over the sky, and Wu Chang fell down with a bang. Xiao Hei saw Wu Chang's eyes and saw the hatred that soared to the sky.

Then he saw the tip of the spear, and the little blood on the tip of the spear flew into the air, and they flew like flowers that were about to bloom suddenly, gorgeous and strange, and the eerie murderous aura rushed to the face.

"Blackie, raise your shield...... Raise your shield ......" the stick cried hoarsely, and the spear in his hand plunged into the enemy's lower abdomen at an alarming speed, and then he turned and galloped towards Xiao Hei, his right hand drawing out the war knife behind his back almost at the same time.

An enemy collided head-on, and the thin stick roared, bursting out with incredible power, knocking the enemy upside down and flying up.

The spear pierced the shield and sank with great force. Xiao Hei couldn't stand and fell to the ground with his shield.

The enemy roared, and the spears were united, and they struck again. Three spears blocked the stick, and he was powerless to rush through.

The stick howled in despair,

"Blackie, kill him, kill him......" Blackie fell in a pool of blood, watching the spear fall from the sky.

He could see the enemy's face, hear the gasp coming from the enemy's mouth, and he could even see his own frightened expression in the enemy's eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly forgot to be afraid, and his helpless hand touched the hand crossbow hanging from his waist.

This is my father's hand crossbow, and my father taught him to practice firing a thousand times. Xiao Hei subconsciously pulled the trigger.

The bolt pierced the enemy's chest and burst into the sky with a speck of blood. The flying body suddenly stopped for a moment, and then even the person with the spear, still viciously slammed into Xiao Hei on the ground.

Xiao Hei turned over at this moment, crawled with a roll, and grabbed the long shield that fell beside him. The spear poked into the ground, the tip of the spear sinking into the ground.

The corpses of the enemy fell to the ground. The little black soul flew away, lying on the ground, staring blankly at the three pillars of blood that spurted out from the wound behind the enemy.

I killed him, I killed him. Xiao Hei stared blankly, forgetting the hustle and bustle, bloody and cruel battlefield.

"Cut off his head, cut off his ......" heard the excited and hoarse voice of the stick in his ears again,

"Cut down ......" Five miles behind Changshoujin, General Wu Yi camped. The herald jumped off his horse and almost rolled in front of Gao Ran,

"My lord, the enemy has withdrawn......" Gao Ran nodded nonchalantly,

"What? After only three days of fighting, they stopped? ”

"My lord, the enemy has retreated on all fronts and is retreating in the direction of Puyang." Gao Ran frowned slightly, leaned over to look at the map,

"Accurate message?"

"The scouts have just sent news from the other side that Yuan Shao's troops have been retreating one after another since last night." The herald said breathlessly,

"After Lord Li Feng got the news, he immediately sent me to report to your lordship." Gao Ran was secretly surprised, and walked around the grass with his hands behind his back.

Yuan Shao retreated so quickly and gave up his strategy of attacking Jizhou, apparently because Yan Liang and Wen Chou's army had already crossed the river to attack Henan.

Judging from the schedule, the time for the Northern Xinjiang Army to attack Henan was only three to five days at most. In such a short period of time, the Northern Xinjiang Army will definitely not be able to take Xingyang.

If Xingyang can't be taken, the Northern Xinjiang Army will have no foothold, as long as Yuan Shao's reinforcements rush back, plus the reinforcements from Luoyang, the Northern Xinjiang Army will soon be defeated under the attack from the east and west.

As a result, the strategy to drag Yuan Shao's army on the battlefield in Henan failed. The top priority at the moment was to immediately hold back Yuan Shao's army and give the Northern Xinjiang Army in the Henan battlefield enough time to capture Xingyang.

If you want to hold Yuan Shao back, you can only change your strategy and immediately cross the river to the south, approaching Baima and Puyang. He only has an army of 10,000, but Yuan Shao on the opposite side has 50,000 or 60,000 horses, can he hold Yuan Shao back?

Gao Ran waved his hand,

"You go and tell Lord Li Feng to prepare a boat and cross the river to the south immediately." Gao Ran hurriedly walked into the military tent, wrote a letter urgently, and ordered to ride 800 miles quickly, and immediately send it to General Handan.

Later, he rewrote a letter to Lei, who was stationed in Liyang, ordering them to prepare ships and immediately cross the river and fight south as soon as the Yuan army in the direction of Liyangjin retreated from Baima.

"My lord, as long as we take the three cities of Pinggao, Wenxian and Heyang in Hanoi, we can directly threaten Luoyang, why does the general have to mobilize his army, not only requisition 50,000 troops into Hanoi, but also order them to open up the battlefield in Henan?" Sean looked at the map on the desk and asked puzzled.

After instructing his personal guard to protect the safety of the messenger, Gao Ran walked to the side of the desk.

"The main purpose of the general is not to capture the three cities of Hanoi and threaten Luoyang, but to use the Henan battlefield to drag Yuan Shao's main force so that he cannot capture the Central Plains." Gao Ran scratched his forehead and whispered,

"But I always feel that this method is a stupid trick, and if I am not careful, the Northern Xinjiang Army that goes south to Henan may be severely damaged."

"Does the general have another purpose?"

"Maybe ......," Gao Ran said with a smile,

"There must be a reason why the general secretly rushed to Handan." Jump to