And also wasted her precious time: "No wonder this team is not strong enough, and the dare is just a shelf to attract the attention of the brown army." Hmm, let's turn around, let's go to the real Zhenbei Army. “

Yan Saburo lowered his head and quietly slipped into the woods not far away, leaving the queue of the brown army through the shadow of the tree, and was discovered by the soldier leader halfway. He slipped behind a tree, knocked the leader unconscious, and left without incident.

After that, the direction chosen was Qingling City.

Obviously, Huaibaipo's "Zhenbei Army" is fake, and it is used to attack the east and the west, so the real troops will naturally seize the opportunity and go straight to Qingling City!

The next thing Yan Saburo has to do is to catch up with the Zhenbei Army and attack Tai's father-in-law.

He had a hunch that there was only one chance to hitchhike, and if he missed it, it would be too difficult to sneak into Qingling City in the future.

"Let's go, let's go!" Chitose kept urging. This time, Han Zhao designed to pit the Brown Army, and as a result, the two of them were also pitted together. Yan Saburo rushed back at the moment, and he didn't know if it would be too late.

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"Report!" the herald was sweating profusely and rushed into the main tent of the Brown Army, "The west gate of Qingling City was suddenly closed, and four thousand of our army were trapped in the city!"

This news is like a drop of water falling into a pot of boiling oil, causing a lot of commotion. The generals were shocked, and Mao Dingsheng's face changed color: "The west city gate has been blasted down, how can it still be closed?"

The generals who lead the army are not vegetarians, can't you tell if the city gate is broken or not?

"Yes, it was the defenders who conjured up another door and closed it again!" said the heraldman, in the face of the generalissimo's monstrous rage, "it is not a wooden door, it looks like a boulder. General Qiu said that it could be a magic weapon. The army is trying to break it to pieces!" "The general who led the attack on Qingling City was named Jude.

Using such a huge magic weapon to block the city gate, Han Zhao must have planned it in advance, so he dared to let the brown army enter the city.

Mao Dingsheng only felt that his chest and lungs were full of fire, he took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down: "Let Jude let go and attack, in addition, transfer the last 3,000 people in the base camp to attack Qingling City!"

Four thousand people were trapped in the city by the other party, if the time dragged on for a long time, I am afraid that they would be surrounded and annihilated, of course, this is also Han Zhao's wishful thinking. Now that the Brown Army is already riding a tiger, it is difficult to ride a tiger, so it is necessary to invest more troops on the battlefield, smash the boulders blocking the city gate as soon as possible, and take Qingling City.

There are only two words to solve the dilemma:

Storm.

It was really unfortunate for He Xiaoyuan to say it. Now it seems that the dead soldiers he has placed in Yang Ling's team have been discovered by Han Zhao, and the other party in turn used those people to lead Jude's army to attack the West City Gate, calmly devouring more than 4,000 people of the Brown Army!

It's no wonder that after the city gate was broken, his own side still couldn't take Qingling City after attacking for so long, it turned out that Han Zhao's position was not chaotic at all.

But Mao Dingsheng was also surprised, where did Han Zhao get a huge and hard magic weapon like a city gate? Such a treasure is not often available, and it is not in the conventional consideration of tactics.

At this time, Tong Li, who was chasing the Zhenbei Army in Huaibaipo, sent someone to report:

The military uniform of the Zhenbei Army is not in the right way, it is a winter coat.

After Mao Dingsheng heard these words, his heart pounded, and he didn't think about it: "Recall the third child, the sooner the better!"

Tong Li's opponent is not the Zhenbei Army, so there is no need to chase it down.

It's just a decoy.

Fortunately, Tong Li has rich experience in the battlefield, and he has already returned to the west without his order.

However, the "Zhenbei Army", which had been beaten by him before, turned around and chased after him when he saw that the Brown Army was going back.

All of a sudden, the situation became clearer.

Mao Dingsheng's heart hung in mid-air, and he was never steady.

The Zhenbei Army chased by Tong Li is fake, so where is the real body?

Oh, do you need to talk about it?

Sure enough, the latest news came from the front line immediately afterwards-

"There are a large number of enemy troops in the northeast of Qingling City!"

The bad news was delivered one after another, and Mao Dingsheng took the case: "How many people?"

He felt that his voice was hoarse, and he subconsciously coughed hard, and his palms were full of cold sweat.

"Yes, there are 60,000 of them, and it's the Zhenbei Army!"

Zhenbei Army, 60,000! A sound of astonishment suddenly sounded in all directions, and Mao Dingsheng's mind was also buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything for two or three breaths.

Hit the trick, and he really hit the trick again. "How far?"

The Zhenbei army still arrived, but he couldn't stop it.

"It's less than seven miles away from Qingling City. The herald stiffened, "The two generals, Xu and Wang, led the troops, and they had already collided with them. ”

Previously, Mao Dingsheng listened to He Xiaoyuan's words and sent 20,000 troops to the northeast side of Qingling City, and at this time he really met the Zhenbei army!

But 20,000 people fought against 60,000 brave and good Zhenbei troops...... Mao Dingsheng gritted his teeth: "Inform them, give me to entangle the Zhenbei Army to the death, even if I fight to the last person!"

He walked out of the tent and looked out at the battlefield beneath that had turned into a meat grinder.

Qingling City was still isolated in his sight, but it was not as helpless as it was at the beginning.

In fact, the number of armies on both sides is almost the same, and if you really want to calculate it, the brown army is larger than the Weiting army and the Zhenbei army combined. However, Han Zhao designed to support the elite of the Brown Army led by Tong Li to a distance of twenty miles, and he could not return for a while; Jude, who attacked Qingling City, was tricked again, and 4,000 men and horses were lost in Qingling City, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

Mao Dingsheng's eyes turned red.

Unless the Brown Army captures Qingling City now, immediately, immediately, he will lose this battle.

Han Zhao is really a die-hard opponent, and he can play a beautiful counterattack in a desperate situation.

Behind him, everyone talked and almost quarreled. Mao Dingsheng suddenly shouted: "Shut up, we can still win!" He turned around suddenly, "Give the order to the third child, let him change directions again, and go to support Xu and Wang!"

In such a blink of an eye, he figured it out, it was not a dead end, there was still a turning point. As long as Tong Li's men and horses can intercept the Zhenbei army, the brown army can continue to attack Qingling City.

Mao Dingsheng strode back: "Change my clothes and bring the horses!" He wanted to put on his own and let go.

This is a battle against the water, and there is no need for him to stay.

"Ask the kite-girl to come over. Mao Dingsheng always felt that He Xiaoyuan was very familiar with Han Zhao, and at this moment of life and death, knowing each other was more important than knowing oneself.

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Yan Saburo got a horse halfway through, galloped for more than ten miles, and evaded a few stragglers, and finally arrived in front of Qingling City.

It was only a few miles away from the battlefield, and the oncoming wind was mixed with the sound of shouting and killing.

"There was a large group of people passing by here. Yan Saburo looked down and saw that there were messy footprints and horseshoe prints on the ground, and the grass was trampled into thin mud.

Yan Saburo put his hand on the pergola and looked at the battlefield, and suddenly sighed: "The West City Gate is a little weird. ”

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