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"General."

Glancing at Wang Zihao, the corners of Meng Peng's mouth showed a touch of coldness, and said: "You will also lead an army of 1,000 people, carrying nine bed crossbows, hiding on the west side, and sealing the retreat route after the Wen Chou army enters." ”

"No."

……

Seeing Wang Zihao nodding his promise, Meng Peng was also relieved, as long as the bureau was laid out and their footprints were hidden, he was not afraid that Wen Chou would not enter the urn.

Wait for the rabbit!

This time, Meng Peng planned to use this Qingfeng Valley to wait for the rabbit and completely ambush Wen Chou's 30,000 elite iron horsemen.

The ambush in Qingfeng Valley is related to the belonging of the land of Bingzhou, and Meng Peng has to be serious. Because he knew in his heart that once the ambush in Qingfeng Valley failed, Hanhou Yuan Shao would definitely go south immediately.

Once Han Hou's army presses the border, there will be no soldiers to defend the state!

The thought flashed in his heart, and Meng Peng's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he turned to everyone, saying, "You will go down and prepare immediately, according to the news from the Black Ice Terrace, the Wen Chou army will arrive in a few days." ”

"No."

……

Waved Zhao Xiaohu and the others back, Meng Peng led the army towards the layout of the place, at this moment, with the belief of fearless of everything, the heart of ambushing Wen Chou was strong.

……

"Drive!"

As soon as the whip was raised, the war horse under the crotch neighed in the sky, waved the horse's head, and the speed of the forward charge increased again. Wen Chou took the lead and led 30,000 elite cavalry, which was really energetic.

Wen Chou's journey to the south can be said to be smooth, and he took Baitu County without encountering resistance in Baitu County, which can be described as a bloodless sword.

Such a victory made Wen Chou's heart flutter, the army came to the city, and when the city was encountered, it was a supreme glory.

……

"End of article."

"Uncle."

Glancing at the end of the article, Wen Chou's eyes showed a slight smile, and said, "Mo'er, where is the front?" ”

At the end of the article, he is the son of Wen Chou's eldest brother, who has been smart since he was a child, so Wen Chou brought him to his side and disciplined him strictly, hoping to become a talent.

Looking at the end of the article immediately, the corners of Wen Chou's mouth flashed with satisfaction, his brother died early, leaving only the lone seedling at the end of the article, thinking of his brother's care for himself, the smile on the corner of Wen Chou's mouth couldn't help but be softer.

"Uncle, the front is Qingfeng Valley, as long as you get out of Qingfeng Valley, you can come to the city of Qiuzi County in less than half a day."

……

Hearing this, the ease on Wen Chou's face was slightly retracted, and the soft smile on the corner of his mouth remained unchanged, and he said towards the end of the text.

"Mo'er, send scouts to see if there is an ambush in this Qingfeng Valley."

"No."

……

Sending out the scout battalion under his hands, Wen Mo raised his head and stared at Wen Chou with some doubts, and said: "Uncle, this Qingfeng Valley was originally a mountain range, and later it was ordered to be dug into an official road. ”

"The two sides of Qingfeng Valley are dozens of meters apart, and the field of vision is wide, so it is not suitable for ambush at all, but why is my uncle so careful?"

"Hey!"

Hearing this, Wen Chou shook his head, looked at Wen Mo and sighed, and said: "Mo'er, when it is a troubled time today, there are countless heroes in the world, and those who use military wisdom to strategize above their uncle are no less than the stars. ”

"If it's other princes, it's fine, but in the face of Qin Marquis Yingfei, you must not underestimate it in the slightest."

Speaking of this, Wen Chou's eyes showed a hint of melancholy, and he stared at the end of the article and admonished, "Uncle Ru Yanliang is known as the first general in Hebei, and he was folded in the hands of an unknown young general under the command of Qin Hou. ”

"This is a living example, if uncle is not careful, Yan Liang is an example!"

Yan Liang's death once again refreshed the strength of the martial arts under the command of Qin Hou Yingfei, Wen Chou was too familiar with Yan Liang, and he knew in his heart that he was not sure of killing Yan Liang.

The name of Hebei's first general is not a joke, there is no first, there is no second, if Yan Liang does not have enough strength, how can the entire Hebei military general sit back and let it go.

……

"Uncle, this Marquis of Qin's subordinate martial arts is really so powerful, it is worth being so careful as uncle?"

At the end of the article, he was young and frivolous, and he was a little resistant to the famous Qin Hou Yingfei, who believed that Qin Hou's strength was not worthy of today's prestige.

"Haha."

……

Hearing his nephew's words like a joke, Wen Chou's eyes flashed with solemnity, revealing a trace of memory and a trace of bitterness.

"Mo'er, you are still young, you haven't seen the earth-shattering battle of Qin Hou under the Tiger Prison at the beginning, nor have you seen the monstrous battle between the states and the Xianbei alien race back then."

"My uncle once witnessed them one by one, and the Marquis of Qin at that time was in the limelight. It is also a great military achievement, and its ability to come to this day is all because of its outstanding military achievements. Although Qin Hou is young, he is by no means easy to match. ”

……

"Drive."

……

After admonishing his nephew, Wen Chou was silent, he knew in his heart that there were some things to rely on himself, even if he handed over all his skills to Wen Mo, it was not his.

Sandwiched the horse's belly between his legs, Wen Chou led the army into Qingfeng Valley, looking at the wide official road, Wen Chou's heart was also relieved.

As mentioned at the end of the article, this place has a wide view and is not suitable for ambush at all. Wen Chou believes that since he can see it at the end of the article, it is absolutely impossible for Meng Peng not to see it.

……

For this Montessori descendant, although Wen Chou doesn't pay much attention to it, he doesn't dare to underestimate it in the slightest. At that time, Meng Tian, the first warrior in China, was powerful in the world, how could such a family be wasted.

Not to mention anything else, just by virtue of the word Meng Tian, he was jealous and attached importance to this person.

"General, Wen Chou came in, are we going to attack?"

Meng Peng and the others on the mountain peak were clear at a glance about the movement below, and seeing Wen Chou walking to the center of the ambush, Ma Rufeng couldn't help but raise his head and said.

"No hurry, wait a little longer!"

Shaking his head, Meng Peng refused the request for an ambush now, this time he wanted to completely annihilate this elite army, not inflict heavy damage.

Attacking at this moment, although it can also inflict heavy damage on Wen Chou and prevent Yuan's army from moving south to support Shi, it cannot achieve the goal of completely annihilating the enemy army.

"No."

……

"Phew!"

Wen Chou, who had walked most of the way, finally felt that the atmosphere was different, and his face suddenly became ugly.

From the air, he smelled a hint of rust and blood, and Wen Chou knew in his heart that only veterans of a hundred battles would have this unique smell.

As soon as he thought of this, Wen Chou naturally knew that he had fallen into Meng Peng's trap.

……

Sensing the strangeness of Wen Chou's expression, Wen Mo asked softly, "Uncle, what's wrong?" ”

"Whew."

……

Exhaling deeply, the ugliness on his face turned into solemnity, Wen Chou stared at Wen Mo and said, "Be careful, there is an ambush in our army." ”

At the end of the article, Wen Chou stretched out his left hand, shouted, and said, "Brothers, rush out with Ben!" ”