Fire starts

Yang Cong climbed up to a flat spot halfway up the mountain in the dark, came to Xiao Zhuo, and saluted with clasped fists.

Xiao Zhuo nodded and said, "Miss Yang, you did a good job. Were the villagers not injured?"

After getting Xiao Zhuo's approval, Yang Cong was extremely happy and rolled up his sleeves excitedly: "No, we ran according to Song's military advisor's instructions. Everyone is fine. Now that group of Xirong people have come in, let's start the fight?"

The dense torches at the foot of the hillside poured into the narrow pass like water. The Xirong people had already entered the ambush of Mr. Pei, and she knew that Xirong would suffer a big loss this time.

Xiao Zhuo's eyes were deep and calm, as if everything was under his control, and his voice was calm: "No hurry, just wait."

Yang Cong had already grasped the long sword and was ready to go down and fight with the Xirong people at any time. When he heard Xiao Zhuo say this, he was a little puzzled.

She did not dare to ask Mr. Pei directly, so she had to cast her doubtful eyes on Song Zhen who was standing next to him. Song Zhen shook his feather fan and was equally unhurried, signaling her not to act rashly for the time being.

Seeing that both of them were calm and composed, Yang Cong couldn't figure it out, so he focused his gaze on the pass between the two mountains.

The entire passage is about one mile long, and two to three hundred Xirong sergeants have already poured in. Half of the passage is already occupied by torches. Standing on the hillside and looking down, the enemy's actions are all under control, even the faces of the Xirong people

You can see everything clearly.

Seeing that Xiao Zhuo remained silent, she was so anxious that she wanted to jump up. With so many Xirong people coming in, why didn't the young master give the order to start a fight?

"Lord, please look." Song Zhen pointed to the entrance below with his feather fan.

Yang Cong followed Song Zhen's direction and saw a Xirong man riding a horse into the pass.

She often interacted with the Xirong people, and she recognized the unusual identity of this Xirong man at a glance. The pass was narrow, but the Xirong sergeants gave way to him one after another, which showed that he was a leader or something.

Xiao Zhuo nodded slowly: "It's the captain of thousands. It's almost there. Wait a little longer and let him go deeper."

After the Xirong captain had advanced a little further, Xiao Zhuo said to the sergeant next to him: "Send an order to General Meng to seal the entrance."

Yang Cong was even more puzzled and asked: "Master, can't we wait for all those Xirong people to come in?"

There are still more than half of the Xirong people outside who have not entered the pass. If we seal the entrance, won't we have to let most of the enemies go?

Xiao Zhuo's eyes were cold and his voice was solemn: "Without a general, there will be chaos. Now that their commander has come in, as long as he kills that general, the other side will naturally fall apart."

Meng Yue, who was lying in ambush near the pass, received the military order and immediately stood up and shouted softly: "Let go!"

The two hundred sergeants waiting on the hillside used sharp weapons to cut the ropes holding the rolling logs. Hundreds of rolling logs rushed to roll down the hillside and hit the Xirong soldiers below.

The Xirong soldiers crowded in front of the pass only heard the rumbling sound above their heads. Before they understood what happened, they were smashed by the rolling wood and their heads were bleeding. There was chaos, screams, and the neighing of horses mixed into one.

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Xiumuye, who was still outside the pass, saw rolling logs rushing down from the hillsides on both sides, knocking the Xirong sergeant near the pass off his feet. Dust was flying, and a large number of logs gradually sealed the entrance. He exclaimed:

"We fell into a trap, the commander is still inside."

The Xirong sergeant near him was at a loss. Xiumuye shouted: "Quick, move the wood away, we have to rescue the captain."

Although they have a thousand people, they are now cut into two sections. The enemy only needs to deal with the more than 300 people in the pass. And in this terrain, the Xirong cavalry cannot exert its advantage at all.

It must be that man, he set up the ambush.

Dan Muji is a rare and powerful general in their Xirong army. If he is lost here, he will not be able to explain to the general when he returns.

There was a panic outside, and Dan Muji inside the pass was also horrified, and rode his horse to circle in place.

"Captain, the entrance is blocked by a large amount of wood!" A sergeant ran to his horse and shouted, "Our team has been cut into two sections."

"This is not what the villagers can do, this is an ambush by the Yan army." Dan Muji understood, jumped off his horse and drew out his sword, "They are all ambushing on the hillsides on both sides. Warriors, quickly draw out your sword and fight with me.

Go up the mountain!"

To climb up the hillside, one must first overcome the upright stone wall in front of them. The Xirong army did not have a ladder, so they had to cross their hands under the stone wall and let the other person step on their hands to climb up.

A dozen Xirong sergeants took the lead in climbing up the hillside. As soon as they took the knife in their hands, they were hit by stones and rolling wood flying in the direction and fell down.

The two hundred sergeants led by Qiu Liming specially used stones and oil-soaked rolling logs to deal with the Xirong people who tried to climb up the hillside in the pass. When he saw the Xirong soldiers beginning to attack the hillside, he ordered the sergeants to start fighting.

Under the night, only the Xirong people held torches, and the people on the slope could see clearly, and the stones they dropped were also particularly accurate.

Suddenly, rocks and logs rained down from the hillsides on both sides. The Xirong soldiers who climbed up the hillside and those who stayed in the passage were all beaten to the point of crying for their fathers and mothers.

Standing halfway up the mountain, Song Zhen slowly shook his feather fan, ignoring the chaos at the bottom of the mountain, and explained to Yang Cong:

"Our soldiers have no weapons, and the number of them is smaller than that of the opponent. If they are all brought in, not only will it be difficult to deal with, but the team in front of them will have already left the pass. Secondly, we must fight quickly. We don't know the situation of the enemy's center yet.

This opportunity will severely damage the enemy's vanguard, making them afraid to advance rashly, and it will also buy us time to prepare."

Yang Cong's eyes were bright and he said excitedly to Song Zhen: "Sergeant, I understand. Before, I thought about going down and killing all those Xirong people. Now that I think about it, I am really reckless."

If a thousand people are let in, it is not impossible for the opponent to charge up the mountain. At that time, their advantage will become a disadvantage. It is not appropriate to confront the opponent head-on when there are few people.

She still felt a little regretful.

It seems that she will never be able to lead troops in war in the future. It turns out that fighting also requires brains. For a person like her who is so strong, she should just be a big soldier.

Xiumuye, who was outside the pass, heard the howling of ghosts and wolves in the passage, knew that the situation was not good, and ordered the sergeants to move the wood quickly.

A sergeant ran up to him and said: "Centurion, a lot of wood is sticky on your hands. It smells like oil."

Is there oil?

Xiumuye felt that his hair was standing on end and shouted: "Get the torch away quickly and don't get close to those logs!"

The opponent is really ruthless, not only blocking the entrance with wood, but also using oiled wood.

The sergeants also understood and immediately retreated with torches. Only those without torches were allowed to move forward to move the wood.

Xiao Zhuo, who was halfway up the mountain, saw the torches outside the pass leaving one after another, and said in a low voice: "The other party responded quickly, but if the fire cannot be burned, the battle will be in trouble."

Song Zhen also became a little nervous: "Lord, this fire must be burned, otherwise all the previous efforts will be wasted."

They blocked the entrance with wood in order to divide the enemy into two sections, and then use all their strength to annihilate the enemy in the passage. They must not be allowed to move the wood away and the two parties can join together.

Xiao Zhuo didn't say much. He stretched out his hand to the side, and a sergeant next to him handed over a bow and an arrow. The arrowhead was wrapped in a cloth soaked in fuel.

Xiao Zhuo held the bow in his left hand, put the arrow on the string with his right hand, and lit the arrowhead in the brazier beside him. Then he fully drew the bow and flew an arrow. The arrow drew a long line of fire and fell into the entrance.

A pile of wood like a hill.

The pile of wood first flashed with fire, and then exploded into a ball of flames.

Almost instantly, a raging fire soared into the sky, igniting even the wood in the passage.
Chapter completed!