Guo Xiancheng felt that he had attached great importance to the Ming army, but after the war was fully launched, he found that he had underestimated the combat effectiveness of the Ming army. Xian Bisong was the best general under his command. His defense along Biheyan was also confirmed by himself. He had 20,000 defenders to fight against 30,000 Ming troops. Judging from the roles of both offensive and defensive sides, his troops should be more than enough, but the war had just been fought for one day, and the battle situation in Biheyan deteriorated sharply.

Especially as the fulcrum of the entire defense line, Gaoba was even more dangerous. In less than a day, Xian Bisong had devoted all the 5,000 reserve troops as mobile forces to the defense of Gaoba. However, even so, Gaoba's peripheral positions have been completely lost, and what Xian Bisong could do to defend was the last line of defense.

"How could the casualties be so severe?" Guo Xiancheng looked at the scarred captain who came to ask for rescue, and was puzzled.

"General Guo, in the Battle of Gaoba, the Ming army invested a new type of throwing weapon, which caused heavy casualties in our defense line. The hundreds of catapults we arranged on Gaoba did not play any role at all and were completely destroyed." The captain remembered the tragic situation of the Battle of Gaoba, the companions who were burned into fireballs, and the fire that filled the entire position, and actually cried.

Seeing the crying captain, Guo Xiancheng's expression suddenly became serious. The captain knew that he was a veteran who had experienced many battles, but even such a person had completely lost his control. It can be seen how dangerous the Gaoba defense line has reached now.

If the section of Biheyan is lost, the main force of the Ming army will march straight in. Even if Cao Ge wins, the battle will eventually become a stalemate.

Looking down at the map on the table, Guo Xiancheng sighed and could only draw troops from the middle to stabilize the defense line of Biheyan. But in this way, it would inevitably drag down the attack on the middle. He originally wanted to take Wangjiazhuang directly, but the miner's battalion in front of him was a roadblock. In addition, Qin Feng's own Fire Death Camp was a heavy cavalry with strong mobility and did not have enough troops to attack, which would be a humiliation.

You can only slow down the pace of advancement in the middle, stabilize the defense of the right wing first, and then wait for Gorge to make a breakthrough. As long as Gorge takes the lead in breaking through, the initiative will immediately shift to his own side.

Once Cao Ge breaks through, he will form a double attack on Wangjiazhuang with himself, which will force the main force of the Ming army to draw troops to assist Wangjiazhuang, and the pressure on the defense line across the river will naturally be greatly reduced.

"Are you investing new weapons to determine the direction of a war? What else do you have?" Guo Xiancheng sat in the big tent and couldn't help but clench his fists. Every time he fought with the Ming people, the most painful thing was the Ming people's powerful new weapons. You just found our defensive method in the previous one, and he developed a new weapon.

He invested 10,000 troops again in Geheyan, which left only 10,000 troops he personally led. The attack in the middle seemed a little stretched.

The two wings fought extremely hotly, but on the midline, it seemed extremely calm. Although the Qi army was pressing forward, the speed of advance was like a turtle climbing. The Ming army, which was deployed in Wangjiazhuang, showed no sign of attack at all. The two sides seemed to have reached a strange tacit understanding, waiting for the outcome of the war between the left and right wings.

When it was getting darker, Guo Xiancheng's army stopped moving forward and began to camp. However, in the millstone, the fierce battle between the two sides did not come to an end because Ye Mu was about to descend.

Cao Ge was almost madly angry because the ten models, which were famous for their iron boxes, were severely damaged in the early stages of the war and were caught off guard by their opponents. In order to reverse this disadvantage, his army fought for the whole afternoon, and then he returned little by little, allowing both sides to return to the same horizontal line.

Cao Ge firmly believed that his troops could turn the situation around. Even though the war ahead was at risk of collapse, he gritted his teeth and did not join the county soldiers. In the end, his trust was rewarded.

Seeing that the battle situation was finally controlled by himself, Cao Ge showed a smile on his face, but at the same time, his heart was bleeding, and he paid a much greater price than he thought.

"Okay, now I admit that you are indeed a very difficult opponent." He pulled out the knife at his waist and turned to look at Wen Yaowu, the master from Nantianmen beside him. "Master Wen, let us give them a fatal blow, it's time to end."

Wen Yaowu smiled and nodded: "General Cao's determination is so impressive. If it were me, I would have devoted the reserve team to the top."

"Premature investment will only make the battlefield more chaotic, and we will pay more costs. With the combat effectiveness of the Ming army, our county soldiers will die too many people when they go up, but it is different now. They will be the last straw that crushes the camel."

Cao Ge laughed loudly, raised the big knife in his hand and shouted loudly: "All army, attack!"

Ten thousand county soldiers shouted and pressed towards the battlefield like a flood.

Wen Yaowu also rushed to the battlefield like a slight smoke amid the shocking shouts.

Dozens of Ming soldiers surrounded them, and among them was the last remaining rushing car. The others had long been overturned in the chaos in the afternoon, and the soldiers inside were naturally all sacrificed.

The last rushing car was making the final effort. His four wheels were damaged and he could not move forward any further. Two soldiers responsible for driving him had already crawled out and joined the lineup protecting the car with their swords. Their bodies fell beside their chariot. The crossbowman on the car was covered in blood, with several arrows inserted in his body, and blood was flowing down his armor. He was the focus of Qi's attack. More than once, heavy weapons flying from afar hit him heavily, and his armor was sunken. He himself didn't know how many bones were broken, and his whole body was so painful that he could hardly stand. He had to rely on controlling the crossbow machine. He turned the crossbow machine desperately, shooting crossbow arrows one by one, trying to support his comrades in the battle as much as possible.

Wen Yaowu appeared before these Ming troops, and dozens of spears were stabbed as their chests. Although they were in chaos, they were still in order, pricking the chest, pricking the abdomen, pricking the legs, and the speed was different, forming a distinct attack system.

"Yes, no wonder it's so difficult!" Wen Yaowu exclaimed. In such a chaotic battle situation, these dozens of Ming soldiers still maintained a clear mind and had certain tactics. It has to be said that their training was quite successful, and they almost regarded combat as an instinct.

Of course, such an attack can only be said to be better than nothing for a master.

He waved his hand gently, and more than a dozen spears broke. Wen Yaowu took a step forward, and the crossbow machine on the chariot turned back and aimed at his chest. The crossbowman in the chariot's eyes were bright red and he roared, "Go to die!"

He pulled Jikuo hard, but no crossbow arrow shot out. Wen Yaowu put his hand on the front of the crossbow machine, and just slightly swayed the crossbow machine and bent it down.

With a chuckle, Wen Yaowu kicked the bottom of the rushing car, and the rushing car flew up. Wen Yaowu let out a loud roar, and the people followed the rushing car and punched the rushing car with a heavy punch. With a rumbling sound, the entire rushing car exploded, and the parts and iron plates all fell down one after another.

Seeing Wen Yao's power as powerful as the military, Qi army cheered in unison, and the momentum suddenly rose.

Wen Yaowu's attack was to establish his authority. When he fell to the ground, he walked on the battlefield with bare hands, slapped and waved his hands to kick his feet. Wherever he passed, the Ming army fell one after another.

Behind him, more and more Qi troops, which were originally divided by the Ming army, were reconnected, and with him, they expanded their advantages bit by bit.

Wen Yaowu is very freehand.

However, in the freehand painting, the danger is approaching him unknowingly.

A snow- bright suddenly exploded in front of him.

He Rentu has been hiding in the army, but has never taken action. He is waiting for this moment. If he is usually trying to attack a master, it is almost impossible to sneak up on his power to the highest level. The high murderous intent and fighting spirit are simply impossible to hide from the opponents of both masters. But now on the battlefield, on the battlefield where corpses are everywhere and the sky is everywhere, the murderous aura inspired by the battle between tens of thousands of soldiers on both sides is covered up even with the power of the master. This gives He Rentu an opportunity to take advantage of.

He Rentu is not the kind of master who has been cultivated in the sect. He does not have many rules and regulations. For him, he can kill his opponent, no matter what means he uses, it is OK.

He hid in the army, waiting quietly for Wen Yaowu. At the moment when Wen Yaowu was most freehand, his thunderous sword suddenly appeared.

Suddenly encountered an attack, Wen Yaowu let out a sharp roar. His body, which was originally moving forward, suddenly flew backwards, and the sword light chased him reluctantly. Wen Yaowu's fists kept hitting out. At this moment, both sides were exerting their full strength. Under them, no matter whether they were enemies or enemies, they were ruthlessly submerged and scraped away like some small paper boats in the storm.

Blood fell from the air drop by drop, accompanied by blood, and there were also blue clothes. Wen Yaowu screamed repeatedly. Every punch was hit by the chasing sword light, but if the opportunity was missed, it could not stop the opponent's disadvantage at all. He had no other way except to retreat.

He Rentu laughed loudly, and one knife was as tight as another.

With a sharp roar, one of Wen Yaowu's arm flew into the air. He abandoned one of his arms in exchange for a chance to turn around and escape. He knew very well that if he continued like this, he would definitely die.

He Rentu's body stuttered slightly, and Wen Yaowu was already rushing towards the distance frantically. He Rentu snorted, dragged his oars and chased him reluctantly. This is the best time to kill the opponent. In the Grandmaster Battle, if there is a chance to kill the opponent, you cannot give up no matter what. Kill one, and the opponent will be missing one.
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