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More than half a day had passed, and Murong Fuqin led 2,000 men and horses to ambush the two border crossings, wiping out three waves of Mongolian cavalry and a total of more than 1,200 people. It was approaching evening, the sky was dark, and under the reflection of the setting sun, the entire camp had turned into darkness.
The red, rich smell of blood could no longer be suppressed.
On the hillside, Murong Fu sat casually on the ground, looking at the quiet camp below. Suddenly his interest waned. He only killed more than a thousand cavalry in one day. Mongolia had nearly 400,000 cavalry. According to this progress, it would take at least one thousand cavalry.
It would take years to wipe them all out. These thousand cavalry were almost insignificant to the Mongolian army.
"Mr. Murong."
Guo Jing and Qiu Chuji came hand in hand. Their expressions were relatively calm. They were no longer as excited as during the day. Guo Jing said, "Mr. Murong, it's already dark and it's not convenient to stay here for a long time. It's better to leave as soon as possible. Maybe we can continue tomorrow."
Indeed, at the end of the day, Dayuan's side probably guessed something. If a large group of cavalry were summoned, it would be difficult for everyone to retreat unscathed.
Murong Fu glanced at the two of them, then suddenly turned back and looked towards the mountain pass, "Where does this path lead to?"
Guo Jing was stunned for a moment, "This road can lead directly to Fancheng and Nanyang, but the mountain road becomes more difficult as you go further in. It is impossible for the army to pass."
Murong Fu nodded slightly, "Just wait, the next wave will come soon. If I only gain this little today, my life will be in vain."
Both of them were startled by his tone. What do you mean by this kind of gain? You must know that everyone is trapped in Xiangyang City now. If you can kill one more Mongolian Tatar, you will earn it. Today, you have killed so many, and the loss is negligible.
It can be said that he has made a lot of money, but in his mouth, it feels a bit unworthy of mentioning.
After thinking about his words, Guo Jing said, "Mr. Murong, freezing three feet did not happen in a day, nor did expelling the Tatars. We have gained a lot today. We should take a long-term approach and plan for it slowly."
"After all, I am a city lord, and I am on an equal footing with Temujin. I can only gain this little by going out in person. Isn't it too cheap?" Murong Fu cursed in his heart, and said, "Shu Xu Tu Zhi is certainly the way to defend the city, but
Opportunities are rare, and if we don’t seize them, it will be like giving the opportunity to the other party.”
Guo Jing wanted to persuade him again, but Murong Fu suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance, "They are coming."
The two of them looked back, and sure enough, a long dragon made of torches came rushing towards them.
"Good fellow, there are no less than three thousand cavalry." Qiu Chuji took a slight breath.
Unexpectedly, Guo Jing shook his head and said, "Not only that, look behind the cavalry, there seems to be a large group of infantry."
"Haha, it's finally here." Murong Fu touched the Heavenly Sword inserted beside him, as if he could feel his mood. The sword hilt trembled slightly, revealing a layer of strange red light.
Qiu Chuji's expression changed slightly, "Mr. Murong, let's run away before it's too late!"
"No," Murong Fu smiled slightly, "They are the ones I'm waiting for. If it's just a small fuss, why should I make this trip myself?"
"But this..." What the two of them wanted to say, a Beggar Clan disciple hurriedly ran up and said out of breath, "Report, seven or eight miles away from the camp, a group of light cavalry was found, followed by a large number of
infantry."
"How many troops are there?" Guo Jing asked.
"There are three thousand cavalry, and a rough estimate of the infantry is... as many as thirty thousand."
The expressions of Guo Jing and Guo Jing changed drastically, "We can't withdraw now even if we want to."
Murong Fu glanced at the two of them with disdain and said decisively, "Give me the order to activate all traps. Everyone retreats to the mountain and prepares to set fire to the camp."
"yes."
The order was quickly conveyed. Needless to say, the disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion were surprisingly obedient and evacuated to the mountain in an orderly manner.
The distance of seven or eight miles was nothing to the cavalry, and they rushed over in less than a quarter of an hour. Although many horse traps were dug outside the camp, it was of no avail.
"They must have gone up the mountain, they can't run far, let me chase them!" The leader shouted, and all the cavalry swarmed into the camp.
At this moment, a rocket fell from the sky, and with a bang, the camp ignited a huge fire, lighting up the midnight sky.
There was already a lot of kerosene in the camp. During the day, Murong Fu specially sent people to collect a lot of dry firewood. At this time, there was a strong fire of dry firewood, which ignited at a moment's notice. When the time came, the horses were startled and panicked, and they became a mess.
On the outpost, two Lingxiao Pavilion disciples controlled a small ballista and fired out a row of thick arrows. Dozens of people were killed instantly. After several rounds of this, hundreds of cavalrymen who rushed to the camp had been killed or injured.
Of course, this is also because the horses were frightened and the cavalry were in disarray. When they slowed down, the lethality of the ballistae would not be so great.
"Retreat, retreat immediately." Someone among the Mongolian cavalry shouted.
On the mountainside, Murong Fu ordered again, "Lingxiao Pavilion disciples take action immediately and kill as many as possible before the opponent's infantry arrives."
Figures rushed down the hillside like ghosts, and soon there were shouts of death and screams.
The disciples of the Beggar Clan looked a little enthusiastic and were ready to move, but Murong Fu quickly said, "Don't move the divine arm crossbow, save it for the infantry behind."
Although the Divine Arm Crossbow is powerful, its arrows are limited and cannot be squandered casually.
Among the Lingxiao Pavilion disciples, the weakest in martial arts was also a top-notch master. In less than a quarter of an hour, the three thousand cavalry were reduced by half.
At this time, the infantry caught up, and the Lingxiao Pavilion disciples retreated to the mountain. The fire was blazing. The Mongol army general shouted, "The Han army is still on the mountain. Sons, go around the camp and go up the mountain from both sides. Don't let anyone go!"
"yes!"
On the hillside, Guo Jing looked anxious, "What should I do?"
Murong Fu pondered for a moment, "It's dark now, and it's difficult to find someone hidden in the forest. Let everyone fight on their own and try to delay as much time as possible. Our reinforcements will arrive soon."
"Reinforcements?" Guo Jing was stunned. He never mentioned any reinforcements from beginning to end.
Murong Fu smiled faintly, "The signal has been sent out. We will arrive in half an hour at most. By then, these 30,000 troops will be delivering food. Let brothers hold on."
"Signal? You mean..." Guo Jing suddenly thought of something, a trace of disbelief flashed on his face, and soon turned into anger, "Confused, if the army leaves Xiangyang City, the main force of Dayuan will definitely attack the city. Isn't it necessary for you to do this?
Small gains and loss of the overall situation!”
Murong Fu's expression suddenly turned cold, "Stop talking nonsense, you can either listen to my orders or get out. Don't lecture me here."
"You..." Guo Jing was so angry that he was shaking all over. He tried several times but nothing came out.
Seeing this, Qiu Chuji hurriedly said, "You two, please say a few words. The Mongolian army is coming up the mountain. Let's deal with the current difficulties first."
Guo Jing fluttered his sleeves and left, apparently to deliver orders to the Beggar Clan.
Qiu Chuji hesitated for a moment and asked, "Mr. Murong, did you already know that you would attract the Mongolian army?"
Murong Fu shook his head, "I can't say for sure, I'm just taking a gamble."
Qiu Chuji's face darkened, "Have you ever thought about it, even if General Deng leads his army out of the city and surrounds these 30,000 troops, as Guo Daxia said, what will happen if the main Mongolian army attacks the city?"
Murong Fu sneered, "This is just your humble opinion. I can guarantee that when General Deng mobilized the main force outside the city, Temujin did not dare to attack the city. He only had two choices, either to mobilize the army to form a larger force outside the city."
Encirclement, or wait and see what happens."
What he said was not nonsense. During the siege, the main defenders were transferred out of the city. The attacking party did not dare to rush in easily, and could easily be locked up and beaten. Of course, the most important reason why he was so swearing was
The reason is that Huo Qingtong's Tianxuan army is less than twenty miles away from the Mongolian rear army. Under such circumstances, they dare not move at all, let alone attack the city.
Qiu Chuji still didn't believe it, but what could he say now that the situation was at this point, he could only go all the way to the end. He hoped that Murong Fu's guess was correct. As long as he didn't attack the city, it didn't matter even if he was surrounded.
As he spoke, the Mongolian army poured into the mountains. Facing an army of 30,000 people, if they were to fight with real swords and spears, the two thousand Beggar Clan disciples would not even be enough to fill the gap between their teeth. But when it comes to individual combat, they are much stronger than the Mongolian soldiers.
Too much, coupled with the dim light and dense trees at this time, the Mongolian soldiers fell silently one by one.
However, the opponent had the numerical advantage after all. The Beggar Clan disciples soon suffered casualties, and the speed became faster and faster. Not long after, someone came near the sentry post and confiscated two small ballistas.
"Mr. Murong, do we want to take action?" Qiu Chuji couldn't help but ask. Seeing the disciples of the Beggar Clan fall down one by one, he was really worried.
"Don't worry," Murong Fu looked as indifferent as ever, "Recharge your batteries, you will take action when the time comes."
Time passed bit by bit, and most of the disciples of the Beggar Clan died. Even the disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion began to suffer casualties. The expression on Murong Fu's face remained unchanged, but there was a murmur in his heart. Could it be that the previous fire was not big enough and Deng Baichuan didn't see it?
?
At this time, a slender shadow flew over very quickly, it was Zhou Zhiruo, "Mr. Murong, they are here."
Murong Fu looked slightly happy, "How far is it?"
"Five or six miles away, if we march urgently, we can arrive with a stick of incense." Zhou Zhiruo replied.
"Okay!" Murong Fu chuckled, "Everyone follows me and disrupts the formation of the Mongolian army."
After saying this, the Heavenly Sword spun around, unsheathed automatically, and floated in front of him. The silver moonlight sprinkled on the blade, illuminating a large area of snow-white light.
Qiu Chuji was shocked and was the first to jump out.
Guo Jing didn't know where he was, and he couldn't be controlled now. Murong Fu and Zhou Zhiruo's bodies flashed, and they slashed out a sword at the same time in the air. Two sword lights, one large and one small, fell from the sky, as if the sky was splitting apart and the earth was split.
It was so unstoppable that it stirred up endless air waves in an instant, splitting everything in its path, including trees, rocks, and people, into two.
This was a signal. Seeing this, the disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion took action one after another. They rushed into the crowd like wild horses and hungry wolves that had lost their restraints, cutting the throats of each one.
Murong Fu led all the masters to rush down from the hillside and kill everyone on sight. For a time, the Mongol army was turned upside down and countless blood was shed.
Deng Baichuan was also very fast. Before he could even burn a stick of incense, he arrived not far behind the Mongolian army, frightening the Mongolian soldiers into panic and making matters worse.