Chapter 352 Please Humble Yourself and Endure the Humiliation

Before going out to fight, Xiahou Yuan never thought that he would be in the current situation.

Last year, the Yongliang coalition was defeated in Tongguan, and they were wiped out like chickens and pottery dogs.

Later, he led his army to Yongliang with his brother. If it were not for the cold weather and heavy snow and the lack of food and grass, he would have been forced to withdraw.

I am afraid that by then, Ma Chao would have been captured and Yongliang would have been settled. How could Liu Bei intervene?

Xiahou Yuan immediately suppressed this simple idea. Instead of regretting this useless thing, he might as well think carefully about what way out he has now.

There are Zhang Fei's reinforcements in front of him, and Chencang has fallen behind him.

The wide river valley road in the dry season has now become a river valley road that traps the three armies. There are only two obvious choices in front of him:

Either break through the formation and capture Linwei, or turn back and march to retake Chencang.

Xiahou Yuan smiled bitterly unconsciously. Is there any other choice?

After the turmoil of the attack on the camp last night, the guards fought back Zhang Fei without turning back, and more than half of them were killed or injured.

The ordinary soldiers were panic-stricken and had no fighting spirit.

Going forward to break the formation was like hitting a rock with an egg. Now only Chencang could be considered a way out.

"Form a formation and retreat to Chencang." Xiahou Yuan ordered softly.

The order was passed down layer by layer, and the soldiers' eyes were bright again.

As long as they retreated to Chencang, they would have walls and houses to resist the cold wind, and sufficient charcoal to keep warm, and they could completely get rid of this embarrassing battlefield.

Xiahou Yuan glanced at the army formation on the opposite side from a distance, and his hand holding the sword tightened unconsciously.

As long as they could lead this army to retreat to Chencang without losing it, and then let the soldiers know that if they wanted to survive, they had to capture Chencang.

The cavalry was strong in the battle formation, but if they held on to Chencang, they would have no advantage.

The soldiers under his command rose up, and there was a chance to fight!

This was the best outcome Xiahou Yuan could imagine, but Liu Bei did not intend to give the other party this opportunity.

Having suppressed Zhang Fei's request for battle with one hand, Liu Bei's deployment of troops was very simple: follow in plain sight.

Advance and retreat with Cao's army, rest with Xiahou Yuan.

From beginning to end, they maintained a distance, and Xiahou Yuan was always worried until the sun set, but there was no news of the enemy's attack.

This made him furious:

"This butcher humiliated me!"

Such intentions were too obvious. Xiahou Yuan and Du Xi both understood that the enemy army wanted to make them collapse.

Moreover, it was about to get dark, and they also needed to guard against the possibility of a night attack by the enemy, which put them under even greater pressure.

"Why not divide the camp into two camps, the outer camp on guard, and the inner camp sleeping soundly." This was the most perfect method Du Xi could think of.

Xiahou Yuan waved his hand helplessly, signaling the other party to do it quickly.

Then he looked at the dark gorge in the east and was stunned:

I didn't feel how far it was when I came here, but this time... can I finish this road?

A mouthful of hot food before nightfall made Cao's army feel a little more at ease. With this warmth, the soldiers in the inner camp couldn't wait to sleep just to keep this warmth for a while.

Several Cao's soldiers responsible for the outer perimeter security wrapped their clothes tightly and squatted under the wooden wall to block the wind. A charcoal stove that flickered and barely hung on was surrounded by them in the middle, providing a little heat.

After getting together to curse the weather and complain, the only thing left was the unbearable cold, but at this moment someone spoke up:

"What is that?"

"What? Could it be that Liu Huangshu finally came?" Someone muttered, not wanting to get up at all.

But soon he heard a few "wow" sounds, which came from the exclamation of his comrades.

So although he was reluctant but also couldn't resist curiosity, this person wrapped his clothes a little tighter, looked in the direction where his comrades were stunned, and couldn't help but "huh" a sound.

The camps of the two armies were not far away, and at this time they clearly saw several red-hot volcanoes burning in front of Zhang Fei's camp, which were extremely conspicuous in the night.

Several Cao soldiers stood up and were unwilling to sit down. Even if the cold wind hit their faces, they still couldn't stop their eyes from being full of envy.

No one cared about the small charcoal stove behind them. After the human wall was no longer blocking the wind, the charcoal stove stubbornly lit up twice, and finally went out.

At this time, the Cao soldier in the front keenly noticed the unusual sound:

"Who?!"

Even he didn't notice that this warning was not very intimidating, and the sound was not very loud.

Fan Jiang's figure emerged from the darkness, without a weapon in his hand, but just raised a wooden barrel in his hand:

"Brothers, you are tired of being on guard. I am here to give some hot soup to the athletes on the order of the emperor's uncle."

Several soldiers were a little confused about the other side's way for a while, and looked at each other: Should we warn?

Fan Jiang opened the lid with a chuckle, and a stream of hot air mixed with a fragrant and sticky smell floated out, which made several Cao soldiers stare at them.

After putting down the wooden barrel, Fan Jiang retreated, but did not forget to make clear the few words that Pang Junshi had told him:

"We are all Han people, what hatred do we have? The emperor's uncle raised troops only to fight the enemy, not to kill the Han army."

"This soup is made by the divine doctor of Jingzhou. It can both drive away the cold and prevent typhoid fever. Whether to drink it to protect the body or pour it on the ground, you decide for yourself."

After saying that, Fan Jiang disappeared into the darkness again, and the undisguised footsteps were obviously far away.

Several Cao soldiers looked at each other and fell into silence, but seeing that the heat of the bucket of hot soup became a little thinner, someone couldn't help but try to speak:

"Since this person has retreated, there is no need to warn..."

Someone started talking, and soon someone else added:

"I heard that the emperor's uncle Liu is known for his benevolence..."

"It's just asking for thieves. Can we, the common people, be considered thieves?"

"That Zhang Feiyong is like a bear. If he really wants to kill us, why bother?"

The opinions at the scene quickly reached a consensus.

Fan Jiang returned to the camp lightly after delivering the two barrels of Guizhi soup.

Although it was a cold night, the burning coal cake hills radiated terrible heat, making Fan Jiang feel like he was sweating profusely.

Thinking about the number of coal cakes invested in it and the number of barrels of Guizhi soup delivered tonight, Fan Jiang felt a little heartbroken and muttered in a low voice:

"This Military Advisor Pang is also someone who doesn't know how to live a careful life..."

In front of the burning coal mountain, Liu Bei was shaking his head and sighing:

"Shi Yuan is a good strategist. If he doesn't do this for three days, Cao's army will be defeated."

Pang Yi's face was taken as a matter of course, but he didn't take any credit either. He cupped his hands and said:

"My lord still needs to use his troops carefully. The longer Cao's army is trapped in this gorge, the greater the chance of defeat."

Liu Bei smiled and waved his hand, then looked at the dimly lit Cao camp opposite and nodded:

"Then it depends on the outcome of this battle."

Leading the troops to the camp, forcing Xiahou Yuan to flee, chasing after him slowly and killing him slowly. Although he could win a great victory, I am afraid that Han'er's blood would also be drained.

Although it is a bit more troublesome and money is wasted now, it is indeed as Yuan Zhi said during the Battle of Jingxiang:

Han'er has lost enough blood.

In the next few days, Liu Bei not only led his troops to follow Xiahou Yuan in a swaggering manner, but also sent troops to harass him from time to time, just to delay the progress of Cao's army.

And at night, it was still the same, with piles of coal cakes burning and Zhang Fei's soldiers secretly delivering hot cinnamon twig soup.

The two front lines seemed to have reached a certain tacit understanding. Liu Bei did not hear any warning sounds from Cao's barracks, and Zhang Fei's soldiers went back easily without any surprises.

Xia Houyuan was also very satisfied. Although the pig-killer had been following him with his troops, the morale of the soldiers was slowly recovering, which was visible to the naked eye.

According to Xia Houyuan's estimation, if they continue like this, they might be able to form a formation to counterattack once they reach the east exit of the valley road, and then take advantage of the situation to attack Chencang.

But after three peaceful days together, Fan Jiang put down the Guizhi soup and did not leave immediately. Instead, he gave a reminder:

"Brothers, when we attack Chencang in a few days, please remember to stay back. After all, Liu Ya has no eyes and can't recognize people. If he dies in vain, wouldn't he be dishonoring his parents?"

Cao's soldiers were silent for a moment, and someone shook his head and said:

"Brother, we are joking. We will return to Chencang. Why do we need to attack the city?"

Fan Jiang looked strange:

"Three days ago, Zhao Yun and Ma Chao under the emperor's uncle led more than 10,000 cavalry to capture Chencang."

"Now General Xiahou has returned in a hurry without caring about our army following him. He just wants to rescue Chen Cang. Don't you know?"

Several Cao soldiers looked at each other in panic for a while.

The hot soup in the stomach that has been drunk in the past few days will not be fake. The two sides have established initial trust, so several Cao soldiers believed it almost immediately.

And this also gives a reasonable explanation for the strange situation between the two armies.

Several Cao soldiers did not know that General Xiahou was thinking about morale and the success or failure of the attack.

They only knew that Chencang was not where they had returned. General Xiahou led them back to attack the city in this cold spring!

The fragrant and glutinous smell of cinnamon twig soup could not arouse their appetite. Some people made a decision almost immediately:

"This... brother, can you take me to vote for the emperor's uncle?"

Fan Jiang immediately adjusted his facial expression and made an embarrassed expression as instructed by Military Master Pang.

There are also corresponding rhetoric:

"Brothers, this matter is very relevant. If you surrender to the emperor's uncle, won't you affect your parents at home? You should think carefully about this matter."

"If you insist on coming, I'll be here tomorrow night, just let me go."

After saying that, Fan Jiang took the initiative to step back without any explanation. But this time, before he could get far, Fan Jiang heard a suppressed argument coming from behind him.

"Commander Pang has a good plan." Zhang Fei squatted and whispered:

"It's said to make people think carefully for a day, but it's actually just to spread the news that Chen Cang has been lost."

Pang Tong smiled, spread his hands and said:

"If our troops all shout that Chencang has been captured, it will be regarded as a rumor that demoralizes their troops."

"But if it is an autobiography of another generation, then who can not believe it?"

Then he said seriously:

"Go to bed, Yide. It's hard to put down rumors once they start. Tomorrow, everything may go well, or there may be a fierce battle. You should keep up your spirits."

In fact, there was no need to wait until dawn. After all, the two camps were too close. In the middle of the night, figures came one after another from Cao Jun's camp and gathered around the embers of the piles of coal cakes.

The soldiers who were suffering from the cold tried their best to stretch their bodies so that the heat could be poured into their bodies from all angles. This comfortable feeling made them groan involuntarily.

Liu Bei, who was called up, saw this scene.

Liu Bei, who was not wearing armor, casually grabbed a nearby Cao soldier and asked:

"Aren't you afraid of hurting your parents by joining us like this?"

This Cao Bing, for the sake of the hosta on Liu Bei's head, waved his hand and said impatiently:

"He is the surname of Gong Jianghuai. In the second year of Jian'an, the Han River overflowed, and people ate each other, and both the elders died."

This answer made Liu Bei silent.

At this time, drums sounded in Cao's camp opposite. It was obvious that it was difficult for soldiers of this size to flee without being discovered.

So the soldiers in front of them who were originally impatient with Liu Bei turned a little panicked:

"Brother, the emperor won't send me to wait first, right?"

The loyalty of these fleeing soldiers is often difficult to guarantee, and in order to avoid trouble during the battle, people have to be sent to watch over them.

Therefore, it is not uncommon to assign these surrendered soldiers as brave soldiers to fight against their former comrades.

Liu Bei looked at the Cao camp that was beginning to get chaotic and comforted him:

"Just stay warm, I will definitely not order you to be the first to climb the mountain and dare to follow."

Xiahou Yuan could not accept the sudden turn of events. The morale was obviously improving a few days ago. Why did he get woken up by Du Xi today and he said to him:

"General, a large number of soldiers are fleeing and the enemy army is roaring. What should we do?"

What should we do? How do I know?

Xiahou Yuan's first reaction was that the plan to attack Chencang would most likely be in vain.

But after simply getting dressed with the help of Du Xi, the situation he saw when he left the tent was worse than he expected.

The camp was in complete chaos, with chaotic shouts coming from all directions, but if you sort out the most shouted words, there were only a few words:

"Chencang has fallen!"

"It's better to surrender to Liu!"

Xiahou Yuan, who had been patient for many days, suddenly became furious:

"This butcher dares to use evil tricks!"

"Zhixu, follow me to fight, even if I fight to the death, I will spit in front of Zhang Fei!"

Du Xi's eyes were filled with obvious disappointment.

He assisted Xiahou Yuan in handling all matters, and he knew the current situation very well.

Chencang had fallen three days ago, so it was probably even more indestructible now.

Attacking the city with tired soldiers was Xiahou Yuan's wishful thinking.

And not to mention Ma Chao, Zhao Yun had also been immersed in the military for a long time, and even a fool should know that after defending Chencang, he would deploy heavy troops to guard the dangerous places.

Most of their troops returning eastwards will not even be able to fight their way out of the river valley, and they will most likely not even see the walls of Chencang!

In this case...

"Zhixu?" Unable to hear a response from behind, Xiahou Yuan looked back with a little surprise, and what he saw was Du Xi's personal soldiers rushing up.

He immediately called for his personal soldiers to help, but then he remembered that more than half of Zhang Fei's personal soldiers were killed or injured in the previous battle, and the rest were all taken care of by him, with only two people accompanying him.

Inadvertently, Xiahou Yuan was tied up without much room for resistance, and his mouth was blocked.

Looking at Xiahou Yuan glaring at him, Du Xi burst into tears immediately.

"General!" Du Xi cried and said:

"Now we can't break through the front and can't retreat. Wouldn't it make Cao Gong sad if I died in vain?"

"The enemy army is powerful here, but Cao Gong will be unstoppable in Jingzhou."

"General, please be humble and wait for Cao Gong!"

Xiahou Yuan's eyes widened, his mouth was blocked, and he couldn't say a word.

Then Du Xi wiped his tears and shouted with all his strength:

"General Xiahou surrendered!"

"General Xiahou surrendered!"

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