Zhang Xiaowu and others looked at each other and immediately understood that it turned out that Wuhuan wanted to pay attention to this. After the Tatar Khan King Ligao Tubei cut off his head, there was civil strife in Tatar. The Wuhuan people planned to take away Jin Jia and Li Gaotu.
Head, in order to unify Tartar and completely annex Tartar into Wuhuan territory. In the future, all tribes of Tartar will be just people under the rule of Wuhuan Empire.
Their goal was not to conquer Mucheng, but to seize the northern part of the country, and legally and reasonably occupy the Tartars' territory in the northern part of the country in the name of revenge for Ligao Tu.
However, they couldn't refuse. They had to make a bet even if they didn't want to bet. The Wuhuan people forced them to win, otherwise 10,000 Han prisoners of war would be killed in front of the battle line. Not only would their morale be damaged, but in the future there would be few people who would resent the ghost guards for being timid.
They were afraid that Paoze would be killed. The Wuhuan people had set a trap that the Han army had to jump into. Everyone knew this and nodded to each other, reluctantly accepting the call for battle.
Hu Li and Chengtou shouted: "The thieves retreat a thousand steps and come out in formation with me."
After hearing this, the Wuhuan general laughed three times and rode back. The Wuhuan people actually agreed to the request and retreated a thousand steps, leaving ample space for the Han army's ghost guards to deploy.
Zhang Xiaowu and others became more and more strange, and said to the generals on the left and right: "Wuhuan really only wants to seize the Khan's golden armor and the head of Ligaotu? If they break through the wooden city, these are easily obtained, why do they have to make a bet? Strange,
It’s strange.”
Xiao Kai wondered: "My subordinates don't know what they mean. How can it be a trivial matter for a large army to attack the city? General, are these Wuhuan people stalling for time, waiting for the arrival of the stone cannon?"
"The bandit army will be traveling for nearly a month. If there is no need to wait, the army can also be carried along with it." Zhang Xiaowu said with a bitter smile, "If the stone cannons are deployed, there is no need to call for a formation."
Wu Song patted the scroll and said: "The weather is cold. If the Wuhuan people delay for time, they will harm themselves. This is definitely not the case. This matter is really confusing."
"It's useless to think about that!" Zu Gongmao said immediately: "At this moment, I am most anxious to attend the appointment. Since I have agreed to the bet, I need to select seven generals. General, if your subordinates are willing to be the vanguard, kill one of them first.
Not a scrap of armor is left.”
Guancheng jumped out and shouted: "I am also willing to be a pioneer!"
Cao Li said: "My subordinates are also willing!"
Wu Song said: "Wu Huan must have someone to rely on if he dares to fight alone. As the commander of a battalion, how can you go out to fight at will? What if you are injured and broken?"
"I'm not afraid of death," Cao Li said.
Grandfather Mao said: "Soldiers are wrapped in horse leather. I would rather die in front of the battle than be old and bedridden. Does the general know my wish?"
Zhang Xiaowu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Of course he knew that this Zu Gongmao, once he wielded a knife, was a machine that only knew how to kill and could not think, but he was usually an honest man who didn't like to talk and was even a bit gentle. The contrast between the two was so great that it was hard to believe.
. But seeing that Zu Gongmao was eager to fight, Zhang Xiaowu said: "The Zu Junhou will be the vanguard, and the Shen Junhou will be the vanguard in the raiding formation. Your martial arts are the most powerful in the army. If the Zu Junhou's life is in danger, you need to save him."
"Here." The second general replied.
In a moment, Zhang Xiaowu and other generals led a thousand soldiers out of the city and lined up under the city. Zu Gongmao held two swords and rode out to fight. He saw seven generals of various sizes listed in the Wuhuan formation.
He is tougher, taller and stronger than others, and he is truly ferocious. He also saw a wealthy man in his thirties coming out of the formation among the Quanyi soldiers and said: "I am the little king of Wuhuan, Wuli Ta. Can you meet the ghost general Zhang Xiaowu?"
Zhang Xiaowu rode forward, and the two of them were just a stone's throw away. Compared to Wu Li Ta who was protected by everyone around him, Zhang Xiaowu was three points more powerful on his own. This was the second time Zhang Xiaowu saw the little king of Wuhuan, and he almost shot him last time.
Death, but this time they were so close. That Wu Lita finally saw clearly the man who had been in the spotlight in recent years.
The famous Han general in the north of Saibei heard that he once almost hit himself with an arrow at the top of Tucheng. He was a little frightened and steeled himself and said: "Zhang Xiaowu, if you have the courage to challenge the enemy, you must abide by the regulations. If you are a Han general,
I will be defeated by General Wuhuan, and I need you to return the golden armor of Tartar Khan and the head of Ligaotu to me."
Zhang Xiaowu said: "Who did I think it was? It turned out to be an old friend. We haven't understood the grudges in the battle in Tucheng yet. Let's find out in Mucheng today. Stop talking nonsense. If you have seven generals, I will also have seven here."
Generals, let’s see who laughs the best.”
Wu Lita sneered and ordered to go back to camp. Zhang Xiaowu also turned back. The flags were flying, and they were full of murderous intent. The soldiers of the two armies glared at each other and nervously held the swords and guns in their hands. The cold wind blew. When the cold wind blew, people suddenly
I found snowflakes floating in the sky. It actually snowed. The second snow in the north of Saibei in the first year of Dade came just after the first snow. When the wind started blowing, the two armies were fighting.
A few snowflakes fell on Zhang Xiaowu's face, and his spirit became even more excited. His mind had never been so clear and clear. He suddenly realized that he must have overlooked something, about the Wuhuan people who had spent so much effort.
The choice is to decide the war through single combat
The Wuhuan people will never make such a seemingly absurd choice because of impulse. Although they are setting a trap for themselves, the bet is a bit too big. The head and the Golden Armor of Tartar are not enough for the sake of high power.
It's worth betting on the lives of 10,000 holy Han prisoners of war.
Unless they have no choice.
Zhang Xiaowu was thinking as he rode his horse. In front of him were a thousand elite ghost guards of the Han Army. These people followed him to defend Mucheng, fight Wuzi, and kill Tartar Towers. Now they have to face the powerful Wuhuan enemy with him, but these people
No one was afraid, and everyone's eyes were full of fighting spirit. He turned around and saw the Han prisoners of war in the Wuhuan camp squatting or sitting on the ground, listless and even coughing violently. From a distance, he even
I saw someone vomiting blood.
These people are the sick, the sick, the plague!
Zhang Xiaowu immediately realized that the great plague in Jincheng had led to the fall of Jincheng. With the skills of Gu Yong and Li Cunyi and the fighting spirit of Jincheng's elite, they would never be conquered in such a short period of time, unless the plague was severe enough to defeat the defenders of Jincheng.
The army completely lost its combat effectiveness.
The Jincheng defenders who had completely lost their combat effectiveness must have all contracted the plague. This bet proposed by the Wuhuan people was actually setting a trap for themselves. If the Han army won, they would get 10,000 prisoners of war suffering from the plague. If the Han army won, they would get 10,000 prisoners of war infected with the plague.
They lost, and the Han prisoners were killed, which damaged the morale of the Mucheng defenders.
"Bastard! You're actually waiting for me here." Zhang Xiaowu suddenly realized that he couldn't help reining in his horse, turned around and looked angrily at Wu Li Tao in the distance. Wu Li Tao turned around and looked at him triumphantly, as if to say, this trap,
Why don't you jump if you have the ability? I want to see how you jump into this trap and how you deal with the dilemma that follows.
Zhang Xiaowu breathed heavily, regained his composure, and rode his horse back to the formation. The generals came forward to ask, and Zhang Xiaowu said: "In the first battle, we must win."
"Here."
Zhang Xiaowu shouted again: "Come here, bring the big drum, I will play the drum to cheer for the ancestors."