Lu Liang, Yang Mao, Han Feihong, and Xing Song had already set up camp with their respective troops and started to cook.
White tents can be seen on all sides of Rucheng County.
Xu Linzhi and others stood on the top of Beicheng and looked out.
They have already inspected the other three city walls.
Chang Xinda, who was standing on the left side of Xu Linzhi, pointed to the camp outside the city and chuckled: "There are thousands of people stationed on each side of the north and south, and five hundred on the east and west sides. Old Xu, he has something!"
The "him" in his mouth is obviously Lu Liang.
With their eyesight, it was not difficult to see the troop deployment from the camp.
Xu Linzhi looked around, with a look of relief in his eyes, and said: "How can you be incompetent if you were taught by the old master?"
Fu Xiangnian and others laughed heartily.
They already knew Lu Liang's identity.
It's a pity that the bandits in the distance who were originally worried looked at Xu Linzhi and laughed, thinking that they had some idea to defeat the enemy.
After laughing, Chang Xinda said: "Then let's also show our true skills?"
Xu Linzhi nodded, "Let's give the Ninth Prince a lesson in the art of war on behalf of the old master."
"Don't let the boat capsize in the gutter. This platoon of troops is very particular about their formation! They surrounded us with less than three times the number of troops. If we were leading the army, we might not be able to make such an arrangement. I
I dare say that if you underestimate the enemy, you will be the one who suffers in the end."
One person said.
Chang Xinda was a little surprised, "Isn't that true? Isn't it just to block our retreat to the south with heavy troops? And then we can quickly respond to aid between every three city gates? The method is a good method, but if I really want to defeat him, I can't.
It’s also easy.”
"Just tell me."
Xu Lin's way.
Chang Xinda looked confident, "The cavalry is useless at night. Let's choose to attack at night and pretend to attack their east camp or west camp first. The army from the south gate will definitely come to help then. Hey, let's attack east and west. Even if we can't annihilate them all,
You can also torment them quite a lot."
"hehe."
Xu Linzhi chuckled and shook his head, "If the two armies were really at war, would you dare to do this?"
Chang Xinda showed some doubts.
Xu Linzhi continued: "You are playing a tug-of-war, and it is quite difficult to get out of the siege. We don't have much food and grass left."
Chang Xinda was stunned and nodded, "You are right."
Such a surprise attack tactic can wipe out many effective forces outside the city. But it is difficult to break the siege like this.
No matter what, even if the bandits in the city come out in full force, it will not be easy to break through quickly from any direction. Not to mention that he originally planned to divide his troops to attack the east and the west.
"To have such attainments in military arts at such a young age is extraordinary!"
Xu Linzhi suddenly smiled heartily, with a look of relief in his eyes.
He was obviously not talking about Chang Xinda, but Lu Liang.
I just don’t know what he would think if he knew that Lu Fang came up with this formation method.
late at night.
The night is dark.
There is drizzle.
The west gate of Rucheng County quietly opened.
Three hundred mountain bandits in the city came out from the west gate, led by Xie Mowu, the Marquis of Yu, who was the former capital of Ningyuan Army in Xiguang County.
Although there are only three hundred people in the army, there are hundreds of torches in the army. The team stretches for an extremely long time, like a fire dragon.
Just more than a mile outside the west gate is the camp where Yang Mao's troops are stationed.
There are hundreds of tents.
Due to time constraints, only a barracks was built in front of the camp. The camp gate was simple and only guarded by two ten-man teams.
There are also several patrol teams of five people in the camp.
Of course, Yang Mao also arranged several groups of scouts at various places outside the camp.
At this juncture, he did not dare to let go of the chain easily. Lu Liang said that he wanted to guard against the enemy's sneak attacks at night, but he did not dare to let the entire army hula and sleep.
If he neglects his duty on the battlefield, Lu Liang has the right to hold him accountable. No one will be able to protect him at that time.
The bandits leaving the city were naturally seen by the scouts arranged by Yang Mao.
"Report!"
Soon a scout troop ran to Yang Mao's tent.
"Come in."
Yang Mao's shouts came from inside.
The scout army ran in, knelt down on one knee and reported: "The general is in charge, there are bandits in Rucheng County coming out of the city and heading towards our army camp!"
Yang Mao was horrified and moved.
Was it really predicted by Lu Fang?
"How many men and horses?"
The scout army replied: "There are hundreds of torches in the army, and they stretch very long. I'm afraid... there must be hundreds of people."
Yang Mao frowned.
Are these bandits crazy?
Do you think they can take advantage at night?
"Send the order! Prepare to meet the enemy!"
Yang Mao immediately shouted outside.
There are soldiers outside responding.
"Explore again!"
Yang Mao spoke to the scouts again. Then he stood up and went to put on the armor he had just taken off.
But I was still a little uneasy in my heart, and my brows never relaxed.
Hundreds of bandits?
Could he be an elite member of the bandits?
If he is an elite, he really has no confidence.
After all, the Chaling Army's strength is just that. In terms of personal force, it is probably not as good as those elite mountain bandits.
But is this just beating the drum to ask for help?
…
It's only a mile, even if it's dark night, it only takes less than ten minutes.
Soon, the horn sounded in the camp.
Fortunately, this little time was enough for the soldiers in Yang Mao's camp to assemble.
They were ordinary infantry. Except for generals at the level of partial generals, they did not have armor.
Nearly five hundred people hurriedly gathered in front of the camp.
Behind the lined up horses is a blank area about 80 meters long.
Outside the camp, torches stretched.
There were ten people in a row in front of the bandits, but behind them there were only torches and clouds moving. I don't know how many people there were.
The camp was also illuminated by bonfires as if it were daytime.
The two armies confront each other.
Yang Mao, wearing armor, stood in front of the army and shouted: "You bandits are so desperate that they don't just surrender, but you dare to come to our door!"
"Ha ha!"
At the front of the bandit camp, a bearded veteran laughed, "Bandit? When I went on an expedition to Hierro for the imperial court, you probably hadn't even joined the army yet!"
It was Xie Mowu, the Marquis of Yu, the capital of Ningyuan's army.
He is also Xu Linzhi's right-hand assistant.
Du Yuhou is in charge of military logistics, ordnance and other matters. He is equivalent to a political commissar.
And he himself can definitely be regarded as a man of both civil and military skills. He was originally a civil servant, but he also had a fifth-grade cultivation.
This was still back then.
It is difficult to say what kind of cultivation he has now.
There were four other people beside Xie Mowu.
Two of them were once generals in Xiguang County, and the other two were leaders of bandits. It's hard to say how intelligent and skilled they are, but they do have some skills in their hands.
The cultivation level of the sixth level is certainly not comparable in the entire world of Chongqing. But in a small place like Rucheng County, it is already quite impressive.
Most of the masters in Dayu are monopolized by those famous sects. Among casual cultivators, those who can reach the second level are very rare.
Yang Mao frowned.
I wanted to ask Xie Mowu who he was, but I held myself back.
He was afraid to ask, but instead frightened his brothers.
Looking at the swaying torches behind Xie Mowu and others, I couldn't help but feel a little anxious in my heart, wanting to order someone to beat the drum and ask for help.