Chapter 392: Diverting the Tiger from the Mountain, Tricking Me Up
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Fang Xing stood in the camp, looking at the sunset that was gradually beginning to slide, and asked, "Is there anyone peeping outside?" ā
Fang Wu behind him said in a deep voice: "There are two people, who are already under the surveillance of my scouts. ā
Fang Xing saw that those soldiers were preparing lightly, so he shouted: "Take it!" ā
"Beep......
After a long whistle, the two men were tied up and sent to Fang Xing.
Fang Xing looked at the two of them indifferently, "Name your contact, otherwise the whole family will be dealt with as thieves!" ā
The two looked at Fang Xing in horror, and then were kicked to their knees by the scout behind them, and immediately confessed.
"Stop?"
Fang Xing looked at the map, "Call some brothers to go and get people immediately!" ā
Xin Laoqi immediately arranged for two family members to lead the team.
At this time, Lin Qunan came over and asked, "Uncle, did you send someone to ambush outside the city?" When the enemy's sneak attack fails, the inside and outside will be attacked. ā
Fang Xing was surprised: "Why do you have to wait for the enemy to sneak attack? ā
Lin Qunan was stunned: "Could it be ......?"
"Of course, you have to take the initiative!"
Fang Xing looked at the soldiers who began to line up, and said, "Our army's muskets have not been displayed yet, so don't use them this time,"
Lin Qunan was not stupid, and immediately understood something: "Uncle, are you fishing for a big fish?" ā
Fang Xing said, "How many days have the three left?" There must not be any contact with the big forces, so ah! Tonight, except for one hundred households carrying muskets, the others all have spears. ā
The sunset on the horizon finally set, and Fang Xing ordered: "Leave five hundred people to guard, and the rest of the soldiers will set off!" ā
"Go through the back door."
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"Uncle, little Zhao Zhongfeng."
A tall and thin young man had already been waiting outside the door, and when he saw Fang wake up, he hurriedly stepped forward.
"Lead the way."
This person is the guide and translator arranged by Zhang Jin, and he still has a few pimples on his face, and he smiles very cleanly.
Walking slowly along the river, when there were still two miles from the sea, Fang Xing stopped the team.
"Let the brethren rest in place and wait for news."
The team sat down in silence, and then the sound of drinking water rang out.
"Fang Wu, take someone to the front sentry, don't act rashly if there is news."
"Old Seven, immediately arrange for someone to go to the seaside on the right side to beware of the enemy's sneak attack from behind."
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After a series of orders, Fang Xing also found a place to sit down.
Huang Zhong was facing the battle formation for the first time, and said with some restraint: "Uncle, those wouldn't dare to go to the right side, right?" Otherwise, it alarmed the people along the way, and the sneak attack would not have failed! ā
Fang Xing took a sip of rock sugar pear, and said comfortably: "Bolu, the matter of the battle formation should not be neglected, any possibility must be taken into account, otherwise the place where you are most at ease is likely to become the enemy's assault point!" Don't be sloppy! ā
Huang Zhong said suddenly: "I haven't experienced a battle formation in Xia, but it makes my uncle smile." ā
After observing during this period of time, Fang Xing was already very relieved of Huang Zhong, so he said: "Not only on the battle array, but also in political and academic battles, all pay attention to the art of war, so you can look back at these books and draw inferences." ā
In the long history of struggle, the Chinese people have passed down these ideas from generation to generation, including those afterwords, aphorisms and other things, all of which contain these contents.
Waiting was boring, Fang Xing leaned on the trunk of a big tree and pretended to sleep, and he didn't know how long it was, when a faint sound of footsteps came.
"Master, I found the scout of the Woko."
Fang Xing opened his eyes and saw that it was not Fang Wu, but the one who went to the right side. He sighed, "Made! Sure enough, it's a little devil! Say, where? ā
"Just come over a little bit in Fanjia Village."
Fang Xing took a deep breath and shouted, "Order Fang Wu to continue to monitor the place, leave a hundred households here, and the rest of the people will set off immediately!" ā
After Huang Zhong heard this, he looked at Fang Xing with a little more respect in his eyes.
He was originally just a small official, although he was appreciated by the county order. But after coming to Jinling, a scholar of the Ministry of Rites can make him lose face. When he was desperate, he met Fang Xing's recruitment, so he came to Fangjiazhuang a little reluctantly.
But after gaining a deeper understanding of Fang Xing, especially after seeing the so-called 'Fang Xue', he felt that he was a frog at the bottom of a well before.
And Fang Xing's advance arrangement just now led to the failure of the sneak attack of the Japanese Kou, and this kind of judgment made him feel that he would be the proprietor in the future......
Xinghebo will definitely be able to go down in history in the future, right?
With this anticipation, Huang Zhong followed the team closely.
"Isn't Uncle here yet?"
On a small earthen bag more than five miles southeast of the Acropolis, two scouts were holding binoculars and observing the fires on the seashore.
"They went ashore."
The pirates were cunning and lit only two torches, so that if they were discovered, they would also be considered to be in a hurry at night.
"They went to the sea gatekeepers."
One of the scouts whispered anxiously, "Why don't we take the risk of warning!" ā
The scouts carry fireworks similar to cupola cannons, which, once lit, can warn them in time and attract enemies like fireflies.
Another scout gritted his teeth and said, "Good! ā
But as soon as he took out the cupola, there was a rustling sound behind him. The two of them were shocked, and they were ready to touch the knife.
"Don't move! Our people have arrived. ā
Fang Xing stood in the middle of the road, coldly looking at the direction where the torch had just been extinguished.
"Sure enough!"
Turning around, Fang Xing asked, "Is the outflanked Wu Yue in place?" ā
Lin Qunan estimated the time, "It's definitely here." ā
"What about the cavalry?"
Xin Laoqi responded: "Master, the cavalry has made a detour to the seaside, ready to intercept and kill at any time!" ā
"Good! Not a single widow is allowed to run away today! ā
Fang Xing gritted his teeth.
"Yes!"
In the darkness of the night, the enemy on the opposite side had already extinguished the torches and could only march by moonlight.
In the dark night, Fang Xing and the soldiers behind him were like sculptures, quietly waiting for the arrival of the enemy.
There was no sound of waves, only the insects that had been around for a short time......
A long procession was marching, and the man in the lead was dressed as a widow, only because the night was too cold, so he wore a pair of pants.
After glancing at the Acropolis of Haimen from a distance, the man turned to the man who seemed to be the leader and said, "It seems that the plan has succeeded, the people of the Haimen Guards have gone to Taozhu, those guest soldiers must be sleeping, we are going to get rich." ā
The leader's eyes narrowed: "Once the raid is successful, it is necessary to resolutely disrupt the city's defenses, and arson is a must!" And then...... It's a beautiful moment for us to enjoy the wealth of the Ming Dynasty and women! ā
The man who led the way laughed and said, "That's for sure......"
But before he finished speaking, the leader stopped, touched the hilt of the knife with his right hand, and asked, "What is ahead?" ā
The man who led the way turned his head and looked at the shadows in front of him as if it was a wall, so he shuddered and said, "Isn't it a night wanderer?" ā
"Go up and have a look."
The man leading the way was forced by the leader to touch forward, and after retreating three times, he finally touched the front......
What is it?
The moonlight was beautiful at this time, and the man lit the torch and leaned over to take a look.
Rows of sergeants, sergeants in armor, were looking at him coldly at this time.
"Yes...... Belch! ā