One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety-Eight: Fa Xu Pei, the First Princes to Kill (68)

"What a Han Wenbin, when did he start planning this matter?"

Yang Si took a big step forward in horror, almost stepped on the coat that had slipped from his shoulders, if Qi Guan hadn't kindly helped him, he might have fallen over. After finally stabilizing his feet, he stared at the blazing orange flames of the Chinese army camp with his eyes wide open.

The orange-red fire is like colored ink, smudged forcefully and domineeringly on the black cloth of the night.

Qi Guanrang calculated the time silently in his heart, and found out with a gloomy expression that Han Yu's planning of this matter could be postponed until Xu Peichu's entry into Shanweng City.

In other words, Han Yu persuaded Xu Pei to retreat to the Shanweng City to stabilize the situation, and at the same time planned an ambush to turn things around.

The army surrounded the city of Shanweng to drain their morale, in order to increase the enemy's deserters.

There are more deserters, morale is low, and there is nothing left in combat power.

Clinker Han Yu actually took advantage of this point, while playing tricks to confuse them, and at the same time let the soldiers below pretend to be deserters, and left Shanweng City in a grandiose manner. The deserters were also young and strong, and after leaving Shanweng City, most of these deserters turned into refugees and bandits, and a small number of them defected to Jiang Pengji.

Of course, they were the lowest-level deserters who never saw Jiang Pengji, and they were recruited from the beginning as small soldiers.

For the sake of safety, these deserters still have a period of probation, and they will not be allowed to go to the battlefield. At most, these deserters will do some trivial things in the rear, such as washing clothes, camping, and carrying weapons. It is impossible to let them touch water, rice, etc. easily. s things.

Even so, Yang Si and the others were still in the trap, and Han Yu also achieved his goal. The deserters behaved very peacefully, only working in a certain area, and could not see the slightest flaw. When the signal sounded, they actually gathered together and snatched the enemy's weapons, beating people by surprise.

The number of "deserters" who surrendered was not many, but there were also many, and their attack was sudden, which gave them the upper hand for a while.

Xie Ze came out early in the morning pretending to be a deserter, successfully reunited with the "bandit refugees" outside the city, and acted according to Han Yu's plan.

He was still worried about the lack of weapons, food, grass and horses, but he didn't know that Han Yu had prepared it early in the morning.

At this moment, Xie Ze could vaguely understand why Han Yu insisted on defending the mountain urn city, and refused to fight no matter how much the enemy yelled at him.

It wasn't that Han Yu didn't want to fight, it was obvious that he had transferred part of the luggage and hid it outside the city, so that the luggage in the city was not enough to fight the enemy head-on.

In order not to arouse the suspicion of the enemy, Han Yu also took great pains.

Thinking of this, Xie didn't know whether to admire or fear this military advisor.

"Success or failure in one fell swoop—"

Xie put on his armor, took up his weapon, and assembled his troops and horses to set off.

Following Han Yu's arrangement, the operation went smoothly. Although the enemy's defense was strict, a hole was still torn in their defense line in the face of the sudden sneak attack. He ordered the soldiers to burn the camp to create chaos, and at the same time to kill the main tent of the Chinese army.

Just when they were about to fall asleep, many people were awakened by loud horns just as they fell asleep.

The enemy was approaching fiercely, and the emergency defenses couldn't stop them at all. They even allowed the enemy to break through the strict defenses and reach the camp of the Chinese army.

The flames of war spread rapidly.

At this point, Li Yun hadn't fallen asleep yet.

When the sneak attack happened, Li Yun was patrolling the camp on the other side. When he was surprised by the enemy's sneak attack, he hurried over.

"Enemy attack—"

When Li Yun arrived, he saw the lord's resting military tent was on fire, and the rest of the camp was also engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

The killing cries of the enemy and us went straight to the sky!

Looking at the fire on three sides of the camp, the size of the enemy army must be at least 10,000.

There was a lot of chaos, and no one knew where they jumped out of.

This is ten thousand people!

The army is strictly guarding the mountain urn city, how can these soldiers and horses avoid the eyes and ears of the scouts and sneak attack the camp?

Li Yun immediately saw Xie Ze who raised his gun to kill someone.

"I'll deal with this person, you go and find the lord quickly, don't disobey!"

All the soldiers said, "here!"

If something happens to the lord, they can apologize with death.

Li Yun's face was as cold as ice,

He suddenly tightened his grip on the white belly of the war horse under his crotch, and charged forward with a spear in his hand.

With a bang, the two spears collided with each other, making a teeth-piercing sound.

Li Yun pushed away Xie Ze's attack skillfully with his wrist, blocked his ultimate move by the way, and saved one of our soldiers.

"Xie Ze? It turned out to be you!"

Li Yun snorted coldly, and fiercely aimed at Xie Ze with his gun.

If it was hit, it would definitely be a shot through the heart.

Xie Ze pursed his lips tightly, and also recognized Li Yun—a young general who possessed martial arts from the Xie family—because of the urgency of the war, Xie Ze had not yet had the time to ask the family for instructions. Li Yun's face was softened by the orange fire light, which weakened the sharpness.

With just one glance, a portrait hanging in his father's study flashed through Xie Ze's mind.

The man in the portrait is dressed in a black Confucian shirt, dignified and elegant without losing his heroic spirit, his appearance is like a bell in heaven and earth.

This man is five or six points similar to the Li Yun in front of him!

In a blink of an eye, Xie Ze remembered the identity of the man—that was Xie Qian, the eldest son of the previous generation of the Xie family. "For more than twenty years, he is the only direct descendant of the Xie family who was living outside without knowing the news before the accident. The Li Yun in front of him was of the right age, and his appearance was so similar to Xie Qian.

Could it be possible——

What is the relationship between these two?

Even though he was full of doubts, Xie Ze didn't open his mouth, and the moves in his hands became more fierce and fierce, and the moves were fatal.

Li Yun was also not to be outdone, so he raised his gun and stabbed at the opponent's door.

Blood relationship!

In troubled times, you can't help yourself.

The difference in attitude between the two is life and death, how can there be any sympathy?

Xie Ze didn't have many people on his side, so he already had the advantage of being surprised. Once the time was extended, his situation would be bad.

Seeing this, Li Yun immediately switched from attacking to defending, like brown sugar sticking to Xie Ze's body, entangled with the other party and had no time for him.

Xie Ze knew his situation in his heart, he ignored the bloody hole in his body stabbed by Li Yun, and simply adopted the method of exchanging injuries for injuries.

He and Li Yun are on equal footing in martial arts, if they really work hard, it is still unknown who will win.

Those who are stunned are afraid of being violent, and those who are violent are afraid of dying.

Xie Ze was determined not to die, but Li Yun was in a dangerous situation.

Fortunately, this was Li Yun's home court, and it was impossible for Xie to attack and kill him without interference.

Not long after, Xie Ze was wounded all over his body, and bright red blood flowed out from the wound.

"You are calm. You are not afraid of Liu Xi being buried in the flames? Once Liu Xi dies, how can insects trap the dragon?"

Xie Ze panted heavily and asked in a hoarse voice.

If it weren't for Li Yun's excellent hearing, he really wouldn't be able to hear such a chaotic scene.

"Who did you say died in the flames?"

Jiang Pengji's voice reached the ears of the two of them.

"Xu Pei is a flood dragon? Well, what a pity—he will soon be a dead bug."