The next month will be like a year for Yanbei. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiangping City in Liaodong is more than 400 miles away from Guanzi City in Liaoxi, and even if it is advanced to the bank of the Liaoshui River, there is still a distance of more than 200 miles from Guanzi City. The scouts under Yan Bei's command have broken many horse legs in these days, and strictly abide by the order to send back information every half day, the first scout horse has just run across the Liaoshui River, and the fourth scout horse has already set off from Guanzi City. The information brought back by the scouts who sacrificed their lives and forgot to die was sorted out one by one on the banks of the Liaoshui River, and slowly made the entire battle situation three-dimensional and clear in Yan Bei's mind.

No one was idle in this month, first Yan Bei ordered the 1,000 horsemen of Zhang Jaw's department to pull directly to the jungle in the south of the Liaoshui River, where the ambush battlefield was scheduled to be ambushed, and shouldered the mission of collecting the fishing boats of the people on both sides of the river, and destroying all the wooden bridges along the way...... When there is only such a stone bridge to the south of Liaoshui, it can minimize the possibility of Gongsun Zhan's small troops harassing the rear.

In addition, the preparations for the war were not missing in Yanbei, after the collection of Jiang Jin and Wang Yiyueyu, whether it was transshipment or purchase or exchange, the Xiangping battalion finally accumulated enough 20,000 soldiers and horses to consume six months of grain and grass.

This number is too difficult to calculate, for the reckless straw bales under the northern part of Yanbei, they can clearly remember how many catties of food they eat every day, but it is difficult to estimate how much the people in the headquarters can eat in a day. If it weren't for Yan Bei moving out to help in the end, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to figure out the amount of grain and grass consumed.

Gongsun Zhan and Qiu Liju were both anxious, and Yan Bei could see it. In this month, Gongsun Chan tried to break through the siege three times, but all three times ended in failure, and the number of lost troops and men was less than 2,000; Qiu Liju organized two sieges of the city, especially the second time, the brigade pressed the west wall of Guanzi City, and almost trampled the city wall with thick soil...... The people of Guanzi City suffered more than 5,000 casualties, but they failed to touch the root of Gongsun Zhan's headquarters.

Gongsun Chan is a ruthless man, driving the people to defend the city...... Yan Bei asked himself if he couldn't do it, but Gongsun Zhan used it extremely smoothly. Perhaps for him, defending the territory and the people was the business of the court or the governor, and he was only responsible for fighting and winning the war as a general. Fight for his subordinates, for those who are untimely.

In the middle of this, Gongsun Chan also did a very interesting thing, when his subordinate generals broke through the siege, they were besieged by Qiu Li's residence department, Gongsun Chan could have rescued, but he did not send troops...... The scout failed to tell Yanbei why.

He didn't know that when Gongsun Zhan's subordinates were besieged under the city, Liu Bei, who was the Sima of the other department, had asked for orders to go out of the city to rescue, but was rejected by Gongsun Zhan. Gongsun Chan said that if he saved others this time, his subordinates would not sacrifice their lives in adversity in the future, but would wait for rescue like a coward.

What a domineering feudal patriarch!

Yan Bei could guess that Gongsun Zhan and Qiu Liju's anxious eyes were mostly due to the lack of food. Qiu Liju blocked the water in the siege of Guanzicheng, so Gongsun Zhan had no food and grass to help; Qiu Li lives in Han land, and no one will give him food and grass...... Both of them were out of food.

And just a few days ago, the scouts finally reported that the Qiulijuba camp had retreated.

The direction of the retreat is none other than Liaodong!

Now that the siege had been divided, Yanbei had no hesitation, and immediately ordered the scouts to get in touch with Zhang Chun in Qiu Liju's camp in the name of Yanbei, and let them retreat to the stone bridge on the bank of the Liaoshui River, and it would be safe to retreat to Liaodong.

The next thing was much simpler and clearer, more than 10,000 Wuhuan soldiers and horses who had experienced more than 10,000 battles marched eastward under the guidance of the scouts in northern Yan...... These rabble on the steppe were already driven crazy by the Han Chinese, and the nobles of various tribes did not forget to smoke their horsewhips on the galloping horses and curse the acquaintances among the cowards who had fled, and they swore that they must settle accounts with those people when they returned to the Wuhuan country.

As for how much regret they have in their hearts for not being able to escape sooner, I don't know.

On the bank of the Liaoshui River, the governor of Yanbei led the 10,000 soldiers and horses who would participate in the battle to set up three camps within thirty miles of the bridge, and he prepared some exquisite food to wait for the arrival of Zhang Chun and others.

There is no other meaning to set up soldiers and horses, Yan Bei just thinks that when Qiu Liju rushes over, with Gongsun Zhan's courage, he will pursue him in about a day, and then he may be too late to set up the camp.

One of the three large battalions is the Xiaoya Army under the command of Gao Lan, that is, where the main camp is located, where 6,000 soldiers and horses are stationed. 3,000 Xiaoya Army, 3,000 Lei Gongbu Foot Archers...... Although most of the foot archers in Zhang Lei's department held the light bows of the Xianbei people, and they could shoot more than 100 steps at most, it was enough for Yanbei.

At least it's better than having a soldier engage directly in hand-to-hand combat, or even meet the enemy's arrows with flesh and blood.

A large cloud of smoke and dust billowed in the distance, and the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the dense woods on the other side of the bridge showed Yanbei that at least hundreds of horsemen were galloping towards this side.

Most of them are Qiu Liju's vanguard.

Riding out of the jungle from afar, he suddenly saw the camp and military formation listed in Yanbei not far from the bridge, as if he hesitated for a moment, the prime minister of the horse handed over his ears for a long time, and the cavalry behind slowly walked out of the woodland, as if crossing the bridge was pacing the horse heroically.

Approaching Yan Bei, he took a closer look, who else could lead the vanguard cavalry than the former top official Wang Zheng?

Wang Zheng also saw Yanbei here, compared to the other horse on the horse, he was much more single, and he galloped to the horse without saying anything, and when he got closer, he turned over and dismounted the reins of the horse and threw it very smoothly, and bowed down with his head, and raised his head full of gratitude, "Erlang, I have the bottom of my heart when I see your brother!" ”

Yan Bei didn't say much, although this person was not open-minded and the city government was short, but he had the grace to help him, and immediately pulled Wang Zheng up without putting on any shelf, and asked Wang Zheng with his arm: "Why are these hundreds of horses, Zhang Gong and Wuhuan people?" ”

Wang Zheng waved his hand with disgust, twisted his brows and twisted his mouth and said: "It's just a bunch of cowards, Zhang Tianzi and the general are in the Wuhuan people's soldiers and horses, and there are so many of our Han brothers left, and they were sent out to explore the way...... It's not like you're going to kill them here. ”

After that, Wang Zheng shook his face, and asked half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Erlang doesn't really plan to slaughter me here." ”

Yan Bei's face was a little stiff, and Wang Zheng, who looked at the dusty man, frowned and said, "What does my brother think of Yan, why do you say this?" ”

"Joking, joking!" Wang Zheng waved his hand, pointed to his head and sighed: "Wang's head is now worth three hundred rewards, and the heads of General Mitian and Zhang Tianzi were even rewarded by Liu Yu of Youzhou for three thousand and five thousand gold...... Erlang, if you fight here, you will be in your arms. ”

Wang Zheng smiled evilly, but Yanbei knew that what he said was not a lie. Wang Zheng is a person who has never seen money, and he was so happy when he saw five gold cakes two years ago, not to mention that he is now counting thousands of gold.

Jokes are jokes, but where did the jokes come about?

If you don't think about it in your heart, you can't think of such a joke anyway.

Yanbei dealt with Wang Zheng's perfunctory sentences, and the cavalry team that fought horses behind also arrived, and the first horse was Chen Fei, who had been riding with Wang Zheng before. This person had stood firmly beside Pershing before, and even thought of ambushing Yanbei together, so he knew that Yanbei would not have any good face towards him, but he just stood aside and said nothing.

When the cavalry was lined up, Yanbei roughly looked at the past, there were only about seven or eight hundred people...... I couldn't help but sigh. When Erzhang raised his army, there were more than 10,000 Han soldiers under his command, and there were thousands of Han troops in Zhongshan Kingdom alone, not counting his subordinates in Yanbei.

But now, there are only a few more than 700 left.

The most precious life has become extremely cheap in war.

"Brother, since Gong Zhang has come closer, please send the message quickly, it's too tiring to chase all the way, the old man is old...... Entering Liaodong, Liaoshui has its own Yan to block it. ”

Just from the appearance of this group of more than 700 Han riders, Yanbei can think that Zhang Ju and Zhang Chun must not be happy during this time, in fact, Yanbei does not want them to be happy. Just like Wang Zheng today, when he saw himself, he only felt relieved that he didn't have to be chased by Gongsun Zhan, but he had no time to think about why Yanbei did not join the battlefield as their reinforcements during the war, but instead swept them far away and became the lord of Liaodong today.

What Wang Zheng couldn't think of, I believe Zhang Ju and Zhang Chun could think of.

Many times things can only be done beautifully by relying on the passion that gushes out of the bottom of our hearts, because we are not thinking comprehensively. If you think too much about the front, too much, and be cautious, the final result may be good. But maybe not so good.

At this time, Yan Bei looked at the Wuhuan long banner crossing the river on the bank of the Liaoshui River, and listened to the sound of the horse's hooves smashing on the bluestone bridge, but he was imagining that one day, if his soldiers and horses were ordered to stay in Jizhou and not participate in the war in the north, if his subordinates could be a little more selfish, they would watch him die in the north.

Maybe Yanbei's story will be more perfect...... Without superfluous thoughts, he can preserve his personality.

But it was just a thought of others that led him to a completely different path. He can't be a loyal man, he can only be a person like this now, in order to compete for a survival territory, and even ready to wave a knife at the former robe.

He was no longer an outlaw, and he was no longer a hero after making a roundabout decision, not to mention the short-term emptiness and grievances after receiving Zhang Ju and Zhang Chunqiu Liju, he knew that on this starry midsummer night, it was difficult for him to be as proud as before.

He wants to save Zhang Chun, and before he can save his life, he must trap Zhang Chun in injustice.

Because he wants to be a ruler, he is not allowed to threaten his position. In the letter he wrote to Liu Yu the day before yesterday...... He wanted to exchange Zhang Ju's head for Zhang Chun's life.

On a hot and windless summer night, Yanbei hoped that the walls on all sides would be as difficult to breathe through as the weather, just because there was an old man sitting opposite him.

Holding the bowl with sweet syrup, Yan Bei drank it all, but his heart was extremely cold, "Zhang Gong, you once asked Yan to live up to you, but now Yan is ...... Did it. ”