Wen Hua arranged the heavy-hitting ballistas properly, and ordered five thousand soldiers and horses to assemble on the side of the road, preparing to launch a surprise attack on Dajian Mountain and conquer Dajian Mountain in one fell swoop.
At noon, it was the hottest time of the day. The sun hung like a fireball in the sky, scorching the soldiers on both sides of Jiangzuo and Houhan. Sweat oozed out from their foreheads, temples, and the tips of their noses, forming strings of sweat.
Sliding into the eye sockets, it makes their eyes burning and their hearts burning.
The sword has been sharpened for too long, and this battle has been fought for too long. They can no longer hold back and want to end this war as soon as possible.
"Brother, when will we launch an attack?" Wen Tianfang asked.
"Can you wait?" Wen Hua asked.
Wen Tianfang was stunned for a moment and said, "We can wait a little longer."
"Then don't worry, just wait."
Wen Hua squinted at the flag of the Later Han Dynasty not far away, and couldn't help but tighten his hands on the two-pronged swords. He was testing his patience, not only his own patience but also the patience of the Later Han army.
The battle between the two armies is like a battle between masters. Fighting opportunities are fleeting, and life and death are all in an instant.
If a person is impatient, he will inevitably be anxious, and once a person is impatient, he will inevitably hesitate to make mistakes. Wen Hua was waiting for this opportunity. When Wen Tianfang also lost patience, the soldiers of the Later Han Dynasty must also be at their most anxious.
moment, waiting until then to attack is like hitting a snake seven inches.
——One hit is sure to hit.
--One hit kill.
"Brother, aren't you going to launch an attack yet?" Wen Tianfang asked again.
"hold on."
After Wen Tianfang listened, he could only lower his head and sigh, sitting on the horse, bored.
The sun gradually moved to the west, lengthening Wen Hua's shadow bit by bit. His throat trembled and he swallowed a mouthful of spit. He already felt a little thirsty. He looked at the soldiers beside him, and their faces were all wet.
He was red from the sun, his collar was soaked with sweat, his throat was rising and falling one after another, and he was swallowing saliva.
"Brother, how long do you want to wait? If you don't send troops and are not beaten to death by the Han, we will die of thirst first." Wen Tianfang said.
Wen Hua nodded, raised his right hand, and shouted: "Jingkou Beifu soldiers!"
"Here! Here! Here!"
Five thousand Beifu soldiers shouted in unison, their shouts were like the sky crashing and thunder rolling, and the earth shaking and the mountains shaking.
"attack!"
Wen Hua finally gave the order to attack.
I saw ten heavy-hitting crossbow vehicles firing at the top of Xiaojian Mountain. Ten crossbow arrows with kerosene tanks hanging at the front came out from the strings, making a "swish, swish" sound as the wind broke, and pierced the Hou Han army's stronghold.
Ten kerosene arrows were shot out, and the Beifu soldiers immediately shot out ten more rockets.
Dajian Mountain Military Village.
The sergeants of the Later Han Dynasty stood under the scorching sun, and their vests were already soaked with sweat. They stood there from morning to noon. This group of soldiers had neither meals nor rest. It was the time when they were most sleepy and tired.
But at this time when they were most sleepy and exhausted, Jiang Zuo's army launched a surprise attack. Before they could react, ten fire oil cans were shattered in their camp, followed by ten more rockets coming through the wind.
When the kerosene met the fire, it exploded instantly, and in an instant, a gleam of fire broke out in the Dajian Mountain military stronghold.
When Wen Hua saw the fire, he smiled and commanded his soldiers to launch a fierce attack on the Dajian Mountain military stronghold: "Brothers, follow me and capture Dajian Mountain. Drinks are flowing freely in the army!"
Just as Wen Hua launched his attack, Gu, Bai, and Fang had also sneaked into the Dajian Mountain military camp from the side of the trestle, aiming directly at Yan Zhuo and Zhao Boyue.
Gu Foying's toes nudged ahead of Bai and Fang: "Old Bai, you will go to the Chinese army's tent to assassinate Zhao Boyue later, and Xiaofang and I will go kill Yan Zhuo."
"Okay." Bai Buchou replied, "I don't have to play anymore. I'm afraid the general won't be able to withstand my twelve souls."
Bai Buchou also wanted to meet Yan Zhuo. Ever since the Jianghu Conference, he had regarded Yan Zhuo as his only opponent, but he also knew why Gu Foying arranged this. In order to kill Yan Zhuo, Xiao Fang worked hard to study swordsmanship, and finally
Having mastered the "Cang Bo Ten Thousand Expanses Sword Technique", if he is not allowed to snipe Yan Zhuo, trouble will inevitably occur. For the sake of the overall situation, he can only put down his obsession and go snipe Zhao Boyue, the leader of Dajian Mountain.
But he didn't expect that there was not only Zhao Boyue, the leader of Dajian Mountain, but also Qiao Zhenyue, the leader of the Beggar Clan, in the Chinese army's tent.
"Lao Bai, Xiaofang and I went to find Yanzhuo, please be careful." Gu Foying said.
"Don't worry." Bai Buchou raised his head and glanced at the location of the Chinese army's tent. He put his foot down and rushed straight towards the tent. In the blink of an eye, he ran three feet away.
Gu Foying looked at Fang Yingnan, frowned, and thought: "Xiao Fang, you will sweep the formation for me later, and let me use up Yan Zhuo's energy first."
"Okay." Fang Yingnan nodded and agreed.
As soon as Fang Yingnan finished speaking, a flying swallow dart was shot towards his eyebrows. He quickly pulled out the "evil" in his hand, and a box of blue light burst out, cutting the flying swallow dart in half in the blink of an eye.
"Senior Gu, Brother Fang, long time no see."
With Yan Zhuo saying this, he walked out of the military tent, still dressed in black, with his eyes as frosty as snow.
"Yan, you have been waiting here for a long time!"
