The circumference of the city is several miles, and on the south side of the city, there is a large camp of the Bank of China that stretches for several miles and has nearly a thousand tents.

In the middle of the night, at midnight, the fires in the barracks of the marching army were mostly extinguished, and it was pitch black all around, and occasionally one or two fires shone in the camp, either as patrolling soldiers or as commanders who had not yet slept at peace.

"Thanks to Uncle Zhongxing, otherwise I wouldn't be able to protect this Gongcheng, I'm afraid I will be defeated and flee back to Chaoge......" In the brightly lit Zhongxingyin tent, Fan Ji bowed down and sighed.

Fan Ji watched the whole battle in the city during the day, and saw that the Dongyang Jinjun of the Zhongxing clan was on an equal footing with the Zhao clan, he felt a lot more at ease, and it seemed that the Zhao clan was not invincible. He personally came out in the evening ****, at least in terms of food and supplies, the Bank of China can be guaranteed.

Zhongxingyin had a smile on his fat face, and calmly accepted Fan Jiji's worship, although the two have been friends since childhood, he is a few years older than Fan Jiji, and he is still Jiji's brother-in-law, but an elder. In terms of seniority among the six kings, Fan Jishu is only the sixth ranked lower army leader, and he is the third ranked general of the upper army, but he is a venerable, so he deserves this worship.

What's more, in this battle with the Zhao family, the Fan family was repeatedly defeated, dragging the Zhongxing family's hind legs, and Zhongxingyin was still quite dissatisfied in his heart, what happened to Fan's thanks?

However, thinking of the tragic situation that Fan Jishu lost two sons in a row, more than half of the army was lost, and he himself was almost ten years old, Zhong Xingyin couldn't blame him too much.

"Fan Boyan is serious, or the Zhao family is scheming, and I don't know what method to use to transfer troops so quickly, which caught the Fan family off guard, but now you and I have already learned from the division. Relying on the common city behind it, it is in a head-on battle. The tricks of the Zhao family and his son have nowhere to be played! ”

Gao Qiang, the advisor of Zhongxingyin, calculated an account for him. The Zhongxing army has a whole army, more than 12,000 people, and the Chaoge Fan soldiers brought by it have 5,000, plus the 5,000 soldiers and young people gathered in the Gongcheng by Fan Ji, they can still fight with the Zhao clan.

"Hanoi is the century-old territory of the Fan family, and the people's hearts are towards Fan, and Ding Zhuang refused to be captured by the Zhao family, and they helped the old and the young to follow Fan Bo to the north. Although the Han clan was also involved in the war, he provided logistics and baggage for the Zhao clan. But the combat power of this clan has always been not strong, and it is not a trouble. Just wait for the right time, you can force the Zhao family to fight a decisive battle! ”

"That's good......" Fan Jichu was in a much better mood, and began to exchange cups with Zhongxingyin, looking forward to how to make up for Fan's losses after defeating the Zhao clan, and must annex Zhao and Han's Nanyang land, so that the Fan clan can own the entire Hanoi Plain, and the Zhongxing clan can turn Handan into his own retainer.

Just as he was drinking, there was a Fan official wearing a deep coat of kudzu linen outside the door and hurriedly entered. Bow down:

"Two lords, something is going on outside the camp!"

"What?" Fan Ji was startled, stood up and asked, the night attack of the enemy army in the first battle of Qinshui made him remember it vividly. Those Zhao soldiers who crossed the river with their weapons in the night, those who fell into the night sky with fire and rain meteors, and those knights who jumped and galloped in the churning flames. On the way north, these circumstances woke him up several times in nightmares.

Zhong Xingyin was also a little nervous. If the barracks were attacked at night, it would likely cause unrest in the barracks.

But the servant replied, "No." It was more than 100 Zhao soldiers shouting and challenging in front of the camp......"

"Challenge?" Zhong Xingyin and Fan Ji glanced at each other and sneered at the same time.

Fan Ji said: "I came to challenge in the middle of the night, maybe I wanted to make our army scared and tired!" ”

"Yes, there is a flat river between the two cities, and there is no place to ambush during the day, but the night is different, many soldiers of our army can't see at night, let alone fight, they want to lure us out, so that they can fall into their ambush!" Zhong Xingyin also nodded yes, convinced that this was Zhao's trap.

He commanded: "Tighten your vigilance, Hugh is to pay attention to it!" No matter how loud their voices are, they can't spread throughout the barracks! Let the soldiers rest and settle down tomorrow with the Zhao family! ”

"But ......"

The Fan clan's official was named Gongsun Yan, who was originally a tax collector in Yongxian County, and carried a sword with him during Fan Ji's escape, Wang Sheng saw that he was brave and intelligent, and he had some pertinent suggestions, so he was promoted to the side of the counselor in military affairs, Gongsun Yan looked at his own lord and hesitated to say it.

"What else?"

"But those Zhao soldiers were armed with spears and carried a head wearing a scar, claiming to be a gentleman's ......"

"What? My son's head! Fan Ji's eyes widened, and this sentence made him almost angry, and a mouthful of bloody wine suddenly spurted out.

……

"My lord is benevolent and righteous, and specially asked Naigong to send Fan He's head back, why didn't the camp send someone to greet him!"

Tian Ben has the temperament of a soldier without a soldier today, and he has recovered the vicious appearance of bullying men and women near the lower palace before he followed Zhao Wuxian. With his belly shy, he spread out a mat a few hundred paces away from the Zhongxing Clan's barracks, and sat on it, holding his knees with his hands, and shouting loudly in his voice like a trumpet in the afterlife.

And behind him, there are a hundred brave soldiers, these people were not good citizens before joining the army, or criminals, or hooligans, or absconding thieves, or bully and dominate the market. Anyway, like things gather, this group of people is the worst in military discipline among the soldiers, and they are also the most daring to charge.

They and Tian Ben dressed up together, and they all untied their armor and threw them aside, giggling and lining up in front of the enemy camp. Several of them were armed with iron spears, with several heads stuck in the tips of the spears, the tips of which were facing the enemy camp, and there were people with torches below them so that the people in the camp could see clearly.

Tian Ben was tired of scolding, and turned around and introduced these heads like a few family treasures: "This head was cut off by Naigong in Muye, it seems to be a handan clan's commander, is the broken cut beautiful?" ”

In the sound of his subordinates coaxing, Tian Ben spat and said: "It's a pity that the pickle is not good, the chin of the head has been completely rotten, and the crow has eaten most of the cheeks and one ear." There is also this one, the head of the Fan clan military officer picked up from the Qinshui battlefield, tsk, it has been scorched by the fire, it is difficult to identify, and there was a burst of flesh fragrance at that time......"

The heads had been cut down for a long time, and although they had been salted in lime, most of them had become illegible, but they were enough to make the soldiers of the Zhongxing clan feel sad about the death of rabbits and foxes.

"And this!" Tian Ben paced to the highest flagpole, and the pennant fluttered in the night wind. It also has a head tied to it, and it wears a bronze girdle decorated with long bird feathers. It indicates a noble status and a slight opening of the tongue. It's just that the tongue is missing.

"This one is extremely pickled, it is the son of the Fan family, the head of Fan He! As for the corpse, it has been chopped into meat puree and fed to the dogs! After Tian Ben finished speaking, he burst out laughing, and all the soldiers behind him also laughed wildly, and shouted loudly:

"We have come to send back the head of the noble gentleman, why don't Fan Bo come out to greet him, and then invite us to eat a drink? Eating an elbow? ”

Hundreds of people shouted in unison, and their voices reached the camp. The sentinels in the middle of the line were so angry that they gritted their teeth, but it was a pity that those Zhao soldiers were out of range, and their bows and arrows could not reach them.

And on the sentry tower in the camp, Fan Ji, who was easy to breathe, looked at the head with a hideous face under the reflection of the torch, which indeed seemed familiar, it was really his son's head, he suddenly beat his chest and shouted: "My He'er! "I almost passed out again.

……

One of the greatest tragedies in life is that a white-haired person sends a black-haired person. Although Fan Jichu can still have children, the death of his two beloved sons in a row is a sad thing, and now he is reminded again. Suddenly the old tears were in full swing.

"After I defeat the Zhao family, I will definitely cut Zhao Wuxian with a thousand knives, and all the female relatives of the Zhao family will be turned into female relatives in the army. Then raze the Zhao family temple to the ground, and dig up the three generations of Zhao family heads and whip the corpse. Broken into 10,000 pieces! Under hatred, he made such an oath!

That's another story. Fan Ji couldn't get angry after wiping away his tears, so he asked the soldiers to go out of the camp to kill those unvirtuous Zhao soldiers and take back the head of his beloved son!

But he had people put on armor, but the people behind him did not move.

Fan Ji turned his head and scolded: "Don't hurry up yet!" Hugh is going to let them run! ”

Gongsun Yan bowed down and said: "Zhao Bing came to challenge late at night, acting strangely, and there is fraud in it!" I hope the lord will think twice! ”

"My son's head is there, how do you make me think twice!" Fan Jichu is the youngest son in the family, but he is the smartest, from childhood to adulthood, he grew up under the protection of his father Fan Ying, and has never suffered any losses. Only the loss of two sons in a row, losing to the Zhao family in a row is the biggest pain in his life, and now he is angry, where can he bear it?

He didn't wait for his attendants to help him put on his armor.

Gongsun Yan could only dissuade him again and again: "I hope that the lord will focus on the overall situation!" ”

Fan Ji hung his sword on his waist heavily, and glared angrily: "The righteousness of heaven and earth, the monarch and the minister, the father and the son, the hatred of killing the father is not the same as the sky, and the hatred of killing the son and humiliating his body can be shared with the heavens?" Jia'er and He's two sons have my blood flowing in their bodies, and they will inherit my family business in the future, I have no heirs, Jia'er is sinking in the river, and I can't even find the body, if I can't even take He'er's head back, I will be a father in vain, what is the overall situation! Fan, it's time to fall apart! ”

Gongsun Yan was speechless, her mouth was bitter, and she secretly thought that it would be good if Mr. Wang Sheng was here, but that top strategist of the Fan clan stayed in the city, and it was probably too late to look for him again.

But if the lord goes out, he will definitely fall for the tricks of the Zhao family! Tonight is cloudy, there is no moon, and I can't see my fingers. No more than one percent of the Fan soldiers can fight in this kind of visibility, not only will they not be able to take back the head, but even the lord will die outside, then the Fan clan will really be finished!

At this moment, an old voice said in the back: "Fan Bo licks the calf deeply, he is a young man who can't understand, but an old man can understand it." But the son of the daughter can't sit down, Fan Bo is a huge Fan family, hundreds of thousands of people still expect you to expel Zhao Kou, but there can be no mistakes, it is better to let the Zhongxing clan help, and go out with the Fan clan to regain the head, how so? ”

It turned out to be Gao Qiang, a retainer of the Zhongxing clan, and seeing that this wise man supported him to go out and regain his head, Fan Jijiao calmed down a little.

Gongsun Yan took the opportunity to persuade again: "However, the subordinates are willing to work for the lord and welcome back the head of the gentleman!" ”

Fan Ji looked at Zhao Bing, who was screaming and scolding outside, gritted his teeth, handed the sword to Gongsun Yan, and said heavily: "Zilong, please leave this matter to you!" ”

……

"Gao Ziming knew that the Zhao family's move was to lure us out to ambush him, why did he still agree to send troops?"

Putting on a set of leather armor, bringing hundreds of Fan soldiers who could barely see at night, as well as dozens of dead soldiers from the Song Sword Palace, Gongsun Yan asked Gao Qiang puzzled.

Gao Qiang stroked his pale beard, looked at the deep night, and sighed: "How can I not know? But you are young after all, and you only see Zhao Wuxian's trick to tempt us to attack and set up an ambush, but you don't see the conspiracy behind this conspiracy! We have to strike! (To be continued.) )