Luo Weiji handed over his hand and thanked him: "Luo is a civilian now, how can he take on an important task? Besides, I only have thousands of mountain people under my command, and I have no guns or artillery. How can I resist the Qing army?"

Yang Zhan pointed at Jian Kuan and said, "The Minister of War is here. He has all the official hats, men and horses, weapons, and food and grass with him. He will give them to you right away."

Luo Weichi was astonished. He smiled when he saw Kuan, reached into his arms and took out a piece of paper, and told Luo Weichi: "Bring me a pen and ink!"

Luo Weiji doubted the letter and found the pen and ink and presented it. Jian Kuan took the pen, waved it away, handed the paper to him and said: "Are you satisfied? If you are satisfied, go and ask the general to stamp it!"

Yang Zhan looked at the two of them with a smile and took out a small seal from his arms, "This is not a big seal, but it works very well!"

Luo Weichi was appointed governor of Shunqing, commanding 30,000 troops. He was so excited that tears filled his eyes. He had been a soldier for many years, but he never imagined that this day would come to him.

Yang Zhan leaned on the fence of the stockade, looked at the mist-shrouded canyon, and sighed: "If Zhang Kewang is willing to listen to my advice, he can defeat the Qing army just relying on the terrain of Fenghuang Mountain, not to mention the Guanshan Mountains all over northern Sichuan.

Dangerous pass!”

Luo Weijie said: "I will live up to the trust of the general and will never let the Qing army cross Shunqing!"

Yang Zhan shook his head: "You can stop him for a while, but you can't stop him forever. With such a powerful enemy, we have to find a way to make him leave on his own."

The three of them discussed in Sifang Village for several hours, decided on a strategy, and began to implement it.

It was almost dusk, and Luo Weichi hurriedly left Sifang Village and went to the deep mountains and old forests to find the mountain people.

Liu Jiankuan tied the troop deployment order around Dabanya's neck. Dabanya glanced at Yang Zhan, and Yang Zhan nodded.

Da Banya still didn't move, grinning at him, and even pulled Yang Zhan's sleeves. Seeing Kuan, he laughed and said, "Even Da Banya is not willing to go through this hard journey. There are times when the general has no troops to mobilize."

Yang Zhan bowed and patted the monkey on the head, and coaxed with gentle words: "I know what you are worried about. The enemy will not be able to attack for a while. As long as you send all the troop deployment orders as soon as possible, we will be safe."

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Dabanya had no choice but to leave and disappeared into the mountains, forests and ravines. Now only the two of them were left in the village that could accommodate ten thousand people.

The sky has completely darkened. The night in the mountains is extremely lively, the kind of liveliness in silence. In the silence of the wilderness, the low breathing and moans of beasts, ghosts and gods are particularly clear.

Although their brothers and sisters have long been accustomed to such an environment, they are still a little uneasy as they are in an ancient mountain village with no human habitation for dozens of miles around.

"Shall we light a fire?" Jian Kuan suggested.

"It's dangerous to light a fire. It will attract all kinds of monsters and monsters."

Jian Kuan joked: "If Zhang Xianzhong knows something under Quanxia, ​​now is the best time for him to seek revenge from us."

Yang Zhan had goosebumps all over his body, but he still said solemnly: "How dare he come? There are so many innocent souls waiting for him here! Didn't you see those human skins discarded everywhere on the mountain during the day?"

Jian Kuan shuddered, quickly sat down next to him, and complained quietly: "Brother, why are you less and less good at chatting? If you keep talking like this, I want to run away."

Yang Zhan said with a smile: "You have studied Chongtong Temple for many years, and you are still afraid of these things! The least scary thing in the world is ghosts, and the most scary thing is people! If you have nothing to do now, you might as well practice Jing Gong."

He closed his eyes, meditated, and entered concentration. In an instant, Yang Zhan's soul was far away. Over the years, he had practiced this skill without knowing it. He was very surprised, and he never told anyone.

Jian Kuan was quiet for a long time, his heart was up and down, he couldn't get into concentration, and he started chattering again. He thought Yang Zhan was listening, but he didn't know that he was the only one here.

As he talked, he no longer had the fear he had before. Seeing that Yang Zhan looked like he was asleep, he walked out of the room and leaned against the railing to listen to the sounds of insects and beasts in the mountains.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from far and near from the north. Looking at the sky, it was midnight.

Is it a good thing to send troops in the middle of the night? Jian Kuan turned around and went back to his room. Seeing Yang Zhanwu entering trance, he wanted to go out and find out the situation before coming back to report.

Without thinking carefully, he used Qinggong to get off the stronghold and ran towards the enemy.

After changing several hills, we finally figured out that these more than a thousand Qing soldiers were coming directly to the mountain stronghold.

He turned back to the stronghold and shouted: "Senior brother, senior brother, the Qing soldiers are here, there are more than a thousand people, what should we do?"

No one answered. The Sifang Village was empty, except for the sound of his footsteps and voices. Hey, where has senior brother gone? What should I do? Should I hide too?

Seeing that Kuan Zheng didn't know how to respond, Yang Zhan came out with a lot of feather arrows on his back and in his hand. Obviously, he knew the enemy's situation and found these only weapons in the village.

"Don't worry, these must be the vanguard troops sent by the Qing army. They also want to seize this place. They attack in the middle of the night just to take advantage of our unpreparedness."

"What should we do? Li Zhiyong and the others won't come back until tomorrow, and Luo Weijie won't return until tomorrow at the earliest."

"Of course we can't give up the mountain stronghold to the Qing soldiers. Just the two of us have to fight this blocking battle." Yang Zhan threw the bow and arrow to Jian Kuan and continued: "The Qing army is in the light, and we are in the dark. Moreover, in the night

, he can’t see us, but we can see them. We will definitely win this battle!”

He was trying to cheer Jian Kuan up. No wonder Dabi Ya was unwilling to leave. It turned out that he had already had a premonition of this big battle.

Yang Zhan ordered: "Don't get too close to them, so that they can't figure out the reality, or even whether we are humans or ghosts!"

Of course Jian Kuan understood, so he carried the feather arrows on his back and followed him down the mountain. The soldiers and horses of the Qing army were climbing the mountain, except for the sound of horse hooves, their mouths were tightly closed.

There was a sound of ah, and one person fell off his horse. Before he could react, he kept shouting ah, ah, ah, one after another, and dozens of people fell off their horses.

The Qing army reacted quickly. They couldn't tell the direction of the enemy in the dark, so they fired randomly. After firing for a while, they listened carefully, but there was no sound. So they organized the soldiers to dismount and slashed randomly among the trees and grass with their swords.

Nothing was found. Could it be that they met a ghost? They all knew that Zhang Xianzhong died on this mountain. Could it be that he appeared and wanted to take revenge on the Qing army? Haninga was the leader of this group of Qing soldiers. He thought silently in his heart:

"Every wrongdoer has his own owner, and you can't blame me! If you want to find it, go find the person who actually shot you to death."

After reciting silently, he ordered them to continue moving forward and get closer to each other so as not to fall behind.

After rounding a mountain bay, another soldier was hit by an arrow and fell from his horse. This time, Haninga saw clearly that the arrow was shot from a stockade over there. He murmured a few words to the deputy general, and then led some of his men to rush towards the stockade.

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When he arrived, there was no one in the stronghold. Haninga ordered the soldiers to light the torches and left a small team to garrison the stronghold. He led the others towards another stronghold.

As soon as he turned around, there was a frightened scream from behind. When he looked back, he saw that the torches that had just been lit in the village had been extinguished. Haninga took the lead and rushed in, kicked one of his own, and reached out to touch the corpses on the ground.

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"Light the torch!" Haninga ordered again. As soon as he spoke, something came over him and covered him.

A brave soldier lit the torch again, and everyone looked up to see Haninga, dumbfounded.

Haninga followed their gazes and looked at himself. His soul almost flew away. It turned out that he was wearing a human skin.

The soldiers helped him take off his human skin, and everyone huddled together. On the ground were the corpses of the Qing soldiers who had just been hit by arrows. Someone suggested: "Let's just wait here for dawn."

Suddenly, the torch went out again, and dozens of arrows were fired. The Qing soldiers who were not hit by the arrows ran out of the village crying like wolves. Because they were not familiar with the terrain, some people fell into the abyss in front of the village.

The lieutenant general who had just stayed at the bottom of the mountain also fled in panic, with only about twenty people left by his side. He had been attacked five or six times, losing about three hundred people, and there was not even a shadow of the enemy.

Haninga had the courage to gather his own troops, but there were less than 400 people left. Now he did not dare to divide his troops, nor did he dare to move forward.
Chapter completed!