On July 17th, the weather suddenly changed, dark clouds covered the sky and hung in the sky. The summer of July fire is the season of frequent storms, but the first storm in Jinyang is obviously not the time to come.

During the Chen period, Murong Jia and Murong Zhuang promoted the tent to order troops. The 150,000 troops and more than 10,000 remaining troops in Jinyang totaled 160,000, and 160,000 against the enemy. The blind man could see what the ending was. Murong Jia was in charge of the central army's 50,000 troops, and the 20,000 reinforcements assigned to him were the vanguard. Two generals led 30,000 people to flank the flanks.

The Yan army came out in full swing and set up battle formations at one end of the open battlefield outside the west gate. On the open battlefield, the Yan army was overwhelmed by the endless Yan army. At the other three city gates, the Yan army was still coming out to meet at the west gate.

But what is strange is that there is no movement in the enemy's military camp, and no soldier can be seen in the camp for several miles; but at this time the arrow was on the string, and Murong Jia could not be confused. Besides, even if the enemy had any conspiracy, in the face of absolute advantage, any cleverness or tricks would be so ridiculous.

With a wave of his hand, the generals beside him raised a drum of two people on eighteen sides, and the eighteen strong men held huge drumsticks and beat them. "Dong! dong! dong! dong!" The huge drum sound shook the soldiers' hearts. The commander of the vanguard Murong Zhuang gave the order, and 30,000 vanguards rushed forward in a conical battle formation, and the left and right flanks flashed like eagles' wings and surrounded them from both sides.

The shouts of killing shocked the surrounding mountains and fields, but there was still no movement in the Qin army camp.

Two hundred steps, one hundred steps, fifty steps... No one in the opponent's camp came out to meet the enemy. Murong Zhuang ordered the archers in the back row of the vanguard to shoot ten thousand arrows at the same time, and the rain of arrows poured down, shooting the tent within fifty steps in front of him like a sieve; however, there was no such thing as imagined.

The Yan army would not let the Yan army think too much. After several waves of arrows covered, the Yan army rushed into the Qin camp like a wolf or a tiger. One camp after another was destroyed, one tent after another was overturned, and the Yan army walked across the Qin camp, without even seeing the shadow of the Qin army.

Everyone looked at each other and didn't know what to do. Murong Jia received the notice and immediately stepped forward with Murong Village to the tall coach's tent.

The two of them lifted the curtain and saw that the huge handsome tent was empty, the desk seats were arranged neatly, and a letter was quietly lying on the desk table above.

"Murrong, my brother, brought 10,000 children from the Qin Dynasty, came uninvited. I felt that the general's way of treating guests was very strong, and I felt very relieved. However, I came from Chang'an and left my hometown for a long time. When I heard that the foreign guests were coming, I had no choice but to say he refused. The general's kindness will be rewarded in every possible way. If you are rude, I hope the general will be forgiven! I am leaving, don't blame me. The general's military affairs are busy, so don't send me off! My brother, Yang An, General of the South of Daqin, kowtowed again!"

Murong Jia held the letter in his hand and was so angry that he trembled all over his body and cursed loudly. He gave orders and sent ten thousand light cavalry to chase him with his head, then glared at Murong Zhuang and said, "Is this the main force of the Qin army led by Wang Meng? Only 10,000 Qin army, you have 30,000 defenders and have high walls and strong cities as your support, and you actually sent dozens of help in a row, foolish!"

Murong Zhuang was timid and bowed his head without saying a word. Murong Jia shouted loudly and left the tent. Seeing the tall stern flag in front of the camp waving in the wind, the word "king" on it was whirling endlessly, as if mocking his stupidity. With an angry shout, Murong Jia drew out his sword and slashed it down, and the tent flag fell down whistled.

"Click" lightning and thunder in the sky, and the storm that had been suppressed for a long time finally began to rage. Heavy rain and strong winds swept through Jinyang City. More than 100,000 Yan soldiers were at a loss in the wind and rain, as if they were stunned.

Huguan is affiliated to Shangdang County, Dayan Kingdom. It is named after the ancient Huguankou Mountain. This pass is solemnly dominates Taihang Mountain Pass. It must pass through the pass when going east. The mountains in the territory are steep and beautiful, the canyon is winding and deep, the forests are lush, and the waterfalls are hanging in the air.

The mountains dozens of miles west of Huguan are majestic and the terrain is dangerous. At this moment, the 50,000 elite Qin troops led by Wang Meng are quickly passing through the mountains and ridges. The towering Taihang Mountains are high and deep forests, with beautiful scenery, but no one wants to enjoy the beautiful scenery. The 50,000 troops are silent.

Wang Meng walked in the middle of the team, watching the drizzle falling in the sky, and then looking at the soldiers' soaked clothes, a look of anxiety that was not easy to detect. He turned to the guerrilla general Guo Qing beside him and asked, "Where is the place ahead? How long is it to Huguan?"

Guo Qing was smart and capable, and replied after hearing this: "We have arrived in Zexiang ahead. When we go to Zexiang, we will turn north for about seventy miles and then reach Huguan."

Wang Meng nodded, looked up at the sky and said, "Send the order to speed up, march overnight tonight, and camp in the southern suburbs of Huguan tomorrow morning."

Guo Qing responded in a deep voice, notifying the commander from front to back; the team speeded up, and it seemed like a long dragon in Chongshan Canyon, turning from east to north and heading straight for Huguan.

In Jinyang City, the generals who led cavalry to pursue the Qin army had returned and were reporting the situation to Murong Jia. They led their troops to chase after nearly a hundred miles and had already penetrated into the Qin territory. No trace of the retreating Qin soldiers was found. The Qin soldiers seemed to have evaporated in the air, disappearing without a trace. Because they were worried that the lonely army would go deep for too long and were worried about the safety of Jinyang, they returned to the city and asked the general to decide.

Murong Jia fell into deep thoughts as the heavy rain outside the hall was pouring, and a thunderbolt sounded in the sky, which was deafening. Murong Jia shook his spirits and returned to Qingming Festival, and punched the table and said angrily: "No! I was hit by the Qin bandits' plan to transfer the tiger away from the mountain. I quickly sent a quick horse to Huguan to report the news, saying that the main force of the Qin army might have reached outside Huguan."

Murong Zhuang also understood and said in horror: "The general has been here in Jinyang for more than half a month, I'm afraid... Huguan..."

"Stop it, if you weren't stupid, how could you be as good as you are today? Get ready quickly? I will lead a large army back to Huguan. If Huguan is lost, you and I may become prisoners." Murong Jia shouted sharply.

Murong Zhuang's face looked like earth, and he hurried out and disappeared in the pouring rain.

In the Tianlong Grand Canyon at the southern end of Jinyang, two Yan soldiers were whipping through the Grand Canyon and heading straight for Huguan. The heavy rain was pouring down, but the two were just whipping the horse's buttocks. The strong horse neighed wildly, and the four hooves splashed the accumulated water like a small river in the canyon.

As soon as the two riders passed the canyon, they saw trees in front of them slanted and huge rocks blocking the way. The road leading to the south was already blocked.

The two of them dismounted to check. The sound of heavy rain was mixed with two buzzing sounds. Two long arrows penetrated their chests and instantly took their lives. In a simple wooden house covered with green leaves at the top of the canyon, two Qin army archers took their bows and arrows, leaned lazily on the wall of the house to take a nap. Dozens of people came to applause from around them. Someone laughed in the wind and rain: "Wang Da Wang Er, your brothers' archery skills are becoming more and more amazing. General Yang must be promoted when he sees you, why are you growing longer?"

King Wang didn't even raise his eyes and muttered, "Stop making noise, it's easy to sleep on rainy days. These little thieves have disturbed my good dream."
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