Guan Jing pointed to the map, analyzed the possibility that the Northern Xinjiang Army might fall into two or even three battlefields in the next few months, and finally said: "Yuan Shao is a fox, don't expect him to help Li Yi, it's good if he doesn't give Li Yi a knife in the back." Therefore, the situation next year is very complicated, and Li Yi is very likely to suffer from several sieges, and he has no choice but to retreat to northern Xinjiang. ”

Gongsun Chan nodded and said, "Shiqi is reasonable. The possibility that we will capture Jizhou next year is indeed very large, but the premise is that we must have enough strength and room for maneuver, so as not to be calculated by Li Yi, Yuan Shao and others. ”

Then he looked at everyone present, suddenly smiled mysteriously, and said: "After we take Jizhou, the top priority is to calm the world and revitalize the Han Dynasty. The land of Hebei is the foundation of Emperor Guangwu's Zhongxing Sheji, and we have the foundation of Zhongxing Sheji, and then ......"

Guan Jing comprehended, and said with a chuckle: "Then we need a true son of heaven to take us to build a great cause of Zhongxing." ”

Tian Kai, Yan Gang, Shan Jing, Gongsun Fan, Zou Dan and others laughed together as if they had known about it for a long time.

Liu Bei suddenly thought of Liu Yu, and couldn't help but be shocked, but there was no expression on his face, and he looked around blankly.

The next day, Yan Gang took 3,000 people north to Bohai County. Gongsun Fan led 3,000 people north to the Hejian Kingdom. Tian Kai and Liu Bei led an army of 20,000 to Dongjun and attacked Yanzhou.

Gongsun Zhan asked Guan Jing to write a crusade against Yuan Shao, enumerating the ten major crimes of his troubles and disturbing the society, and asked people to take them to various places to post and spread them, and sent a copy to Li Jing as his reply letter.

Li Jing, Jia Xu, and Fu Zhu were furious, and on the one hand, they urgently reported to Li Yi and Yuan Shao, and on the other hand, they ordered the army to prepare for battle.

On the third day, Gongsun Chan ordered his guards to pull two carts of money and silk, and a large number of treasures arrived at the camp of the Maji River and placed them under the big camp.

Gongsun Chan told the soldiers to take the head of a northern Xinjiang sergeant, or the ears of two northern Xinjiang sergeants, and return with a reward of 500. If ten or more people are killed, fifty acres of land will be rewarded. Those who kill more than 50 people not only have money and land, but also have the post of military Sima. The morale of the soldiers of the Gongsun Army was suddenly like a rainbow, and the murderous spirit was soaring.

Gongsun Zhan immediately personally commanded the army to force the crossing of the Mache River and launched a fierce attack on the Northern Xinjiang Army.

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Songjiahe, the camp of the Northern Xinjiang Army.

Not two hours after the battle began, Yan Rou, who was responsible for the frontal blockade, sent people to ask for help.

There were too many Gongsun troops, about 30,000 people, and like a tidal wave, they launched a stormy attack from the surface of the mile-long attack river to the west bank of the Mache River. Due to the long defensive surface, the strength of 6,000 soldiers was a little thin, although the weapons were excellent, and the soldiers fought bravely, but they could not withstand such attrition.

Yan Rou said in the letter asking for help that Gongsun Zhan had sent the Yellow Turban to a pawn and drove them across the river, and that the Maji River had been filled with corpses, but Gongsun was still attacking stubbornly. If this continues, the 6,000 people of the Northern Xinjiang Army will not be able to stop it even if they are all finished. Yan Rou finally said, I have been fighting for many years, and I have met a madman for the first time. I want a strong bow, I want a ballista, I want support.

Li Jing and Jia Xu were very surprised. Fu Zhu said indifferently: "Gongsun Zhan, that madman has a lot of people, but I have a lot of arrows, although the two of you ordered, I will immediately send someone to send it." ”

Li Jing didn't dare to be careless, and ordered Tian Chou to rush to support with two thousand men and a large number of ordnance.

At noon, Li Xin, who defended the Duma River, Bian Xi and Han Qiong, who defended the old Zhao Niuhe, also sent people to ask for help.

"Gongsun Zhan, what is the wrong tendon?" Li Jing shook his head and scolded, "An army of 100,000 is attacking from three places at the same time, and he wants to fight in one day?" ”

Jia Xu looked up at the sky outside the big tent and muttered, "It doesn't look like it's going to snow this day, why is he in such a hurry?" Is he without food and grass? ”

"Hehe......" Feng Ji said with a smile, "Did he know about you killing Gongsun Yue?" ”

Jia Xu glared at him, eager to give him a slap, and said disdainfully: "What if you kill it?" Don't say that Gongsun Chan has 100,000 people, even if there are 200,000 people, I can kill them all. ”

In a word, it shows the demeanor of a poisoner.

In the afternoon, the herald reported that the Maji River had been lost.

When Li Jing heard that Ma Zhihe had been lost, he was so angry that he was about to lead people to rush to the battlefield, and said angrily: "Yan Rou can afford to lose this person, but I can't afford to lose it." He couldn't hold a river embankment with 8,000 people, what was he doing alive, he was killed by a headlong crash. ”

Jia Xu hurriedly grabbed him and persuaded: "It's better for me to go, there may be some reason for this." ”

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Horse Cheek River.

The sky was gray in the depths of winter, the clouds were thick, and there was not a trace of the sun in sight. The howling cold wind swept across the battlefield in gusts, and the strong smell of blood floated in the air, making people suffocate and vomit.

The surface of the Horse Cheek River is full of corpses, the clear water has been stained red with blood, the river water flows slowly in the cracks of people, and the sound of desire and desire is like a dead resentful soul whimpering in a low voice.

On the embankment on both sides, there were dead corpses, soldiers on both sides piled up in the mud in various postures, and several broken battle flags stubbornly rushed out of the corpse pile, screaming in the wind.

A spear carried a bloody head, long hair that had been loosened from blood had turned into wisps of maroon whips, and a pair of terrifying, painful, and hateful eyes were looking at the countless flags that were hunting on the other side, as if they were about to turn into ghosts and sweep them away.

A large hand stroked and gently closed the eyes.

Gongsun Chan looked down at the blood stains on his hands, and a trace of pain appeared on his handsome face. As soon as he grasped the hilt of the spear, he pulled out the spear that had pierced the two corpses with great force, and pulled the head off. Holding a spear in one hand and a head in the other, Gongsun Chan stepped on the stiff corpse and slowly walked up the embankment.

The sound of killing shook the sky.

Within 200 steps ahead, on the battlefield more than a mile long, tens of thousands of soldiers forgot about life and death, and fought fiercely.

On the hills and slopes in the distance, the ballistas of the Northern Frontier Army were roaring, countless long arrows were whistling in the air, and the dense arrows were like rain, wantonly devouring the lives of each one.

In this distance, the Gongsun army had no strength to fight back except for running hard with courage and hatred. Pieces of soldiers fell on the muddy depression.

Gongsun Chan watched silently for a while, then raised his legs and walked forward. A group of guards raised their shields, surrounded him, and persuaded in unison: "Lord, the front is too dangerous, please stay here." ”

Gongsun Chan didn't speak, and continued to walk very stubbornly.

A dense burst of crossbow arrows came, and several of the guards in the most platoon suddenly let out a terrible howl, and their sturdy bodies flew upside down and smashed into Gongsun Zhan's feet. Crossbow arrows pierced shields, nailed into their armor, and took their lives.

A group of guards couldn't help but say, and set up Gongsun Chan to retreat quickly. The head in Gongsun Zhan's hand fell to the ground. A soldier who was holding his injured thigh and screaming loudly suddenly saw the rolling head on the ground, and immediately jumped up as if he had been treasured, and hugged him in his arms. That's money. Several wounded soldiers in the vicinity found it at the same time, and everyone shouted and rushed over excitedly to grab it.

The long arrows roared and shot the soldiers in an instant.

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The Northern Frontier Army on the west bank of the river defended the battlefield.

Elder King Shi was kicked up and fell to the ground on his back. He didn't dare to stay, so he crawled out of the crowd and hid behind a pile of corpses, gasping for air.

From morning to afternoon, there was almost no panting, Lao Wang's hands and feet were already numb, and his clothes and armor were already stained with blood, heavy, pungent blood made him dizzy.

Lao Wang spat out the blood in his mouth, wiped the sweat on his head, and threw the war knife in his hand aside. The knife has been curled up, missing a few cuts, and cannot be used. This is the seventh knife he used today, and he can't remember how many people these seven knives have killed. At the beginning, he still remembered, but then he was so dizzy that he couldn't even distinguish between heaven and earth, where did he remember it.

Lao Wang looked up at the roaring ballistas on the hillside and cursed loudly. Due to the loss of the embankment, the army withdrew to the hillside near the embankment, and the strong archers and crossbow artillery suddenly came into play. He and his group of brothers could only stay at the edge of the depression and kill the enemies who rushed through the arrow array, which he found very unpleasant compared to the fierce fighting on the river bank before.

Lao Wang's stomach cried out uncontrollably. After killing for a few hours, the few dry cakes in his arms have long been eaten.

"Everyone in the Bingcao camp should be killed, for such a long time, no ordnance, no food, I want Lao Tzu to die......" Lao Wang scolded fiercely, reached into his arms and touched it, hoping to find some cake crumbs.

I didn't touch the cake, but I touched a few strings of money. Lao Wang grinned and smiled proudly. The current Yellow Turban Army is different, everyone has money. Taking advantage of the free time of the fierce battle, the old crooked searched for a whole string of money from many dead corpses. This time I sent it.

Lao Wang looked back at the battlefield strewn with corpses, and then looked at the soldiers who were shouting and fighting bloodily, and suddenly bent down and quickly rushed towards the pile of dead people. He searched the corpses of more than a dozen enemy soldiers in a row, and found a lot of results, and then found a piece of meatloaf. Lao Wang took it and sniffed it under his nose, it couldn't be human flesh, right? Lao Tzu used to eat too much in Taihang Mountain, and now he doesn't want to eat it.

The long arrows roared like rain, and several long arrows grazed the old king's head and flew over. Lao Wang shrank his neck, turned around and scolded: "The people above are giving birth? When the enemy comes, he won't let go of his arrows......"

The ballista exploded, deafening.

Lao Wang nodded with satisfaction, and said to himself: "This is not bad, like a person......"

He picked up the meat and tasted it carefully, smashing his mouth. It's not human meat, it's not like horse meat, is it a rare beef in a hundred years? Lao Wang's essence was greatly shaken, and he swallowed it in two bites.

"Lao Tzu was fighting by the river, and there was no water to drink." Ate too fast and choked. Lao Wang looked left and right, wanting to see where to find water. (To be continued.) )