The sky was about to break at dawn. The world around us suddenly became brighter and brighter. It rained continuously, and every few steps on the muddy forest road, my legs were covered with mud.
After taking a breath, Xu Mu listened carefully and found that the sound of horse hooves around the forest was still coming and going.
In the middle of the night, I spent a lot of time looking for them.
"My boss, we have arrived at the camp of Tongziying."
"know."
"My boss, the enemy has dismounted!"
The enemy dismounted and wanted to enter the forest to encircle and suppress them.
His face darkened, Xu Mu kept thinking about his ideas. In the end, he suddenly took off the iron bow on his back.
"Everyone, raise your bow! Shoot one round."
"My boss... If this happens, I will be discovered later."
"Let him find out."
Although there were many doubts, more than two hundred heroes obeyed Xu Mu's instructions, took off their iron and wooden bows, and twisted their arrows.
"Due north!"
"call!"
A large number of flying arrows roared out in an instant. The distance was too far and the lethality was not sufficient. However, four or five Di people who were closer were still shot into sieves.
At this moment, Di Ren, who was still exploring, roared instantly. The long and dragging horn sound also followed the "woo woo" sound.
"Hold your bow." Xu Mu looked up with a cold face, looking at the Di people all over the mountains and plains, abandoning their horses and walking towards them, wielding their scimitars.
Among them, there were also waves of horse arrows, penetrating crazily into the woods.
"Walk!"
Under Xu Mu's orders, more than two hundred heroes followed the old forest and walked quickly away.
Si Hu did not forget to cut off the queen, and accidentally cut down the forest trees, injuring the Di people who were chasing after them.
"Longbow, where the horse stops."
"Master, follow me!"
The bow dog had only one eye, blinked a few times, and then rushed to the front.
For more than an hour, more than two hundred people and tens of thousands of Di troops behind them, one after the other, kept running in the forest.
Until the bow dog stopped moving and pointed forward.
"Get the horse!"
More than two hundred people were overjoyed when they heard this. After each of them picked up a horse, they turned their horses' heads and ran out of the forest, regardless of the difficulty of walking in the deep forest.
Not long after, with the speed of the galloping horses, the tens of thousands of Wandi people chasing behind them were already being pulled further and further away.
On the wet field, Xu Mu wiped a handful of rainwater. He raised his head and looked around in the direction. In the end, he simply made a big circle and rushed back to Zhougong Town.
…
Hezhou City. Ten miles outside the city is a large and vast camp.
Among them, in the largest Chinese military tent——
Bang.
A Di people general with a scar on his face, wearing a pair of silver armor inlaid with tiger skin, coldly brushed away the kumiss in front of him with his hands.
"An army of 10,000 people cannot capture Jiren with 300 riders."
"King Gu Li, this may be Ji Ren's general, who is well versed in the art of war."
"Li Poshan is... dead! The prince with the surname of the country has no military power! The entire Daji is a waste! There are other generals!"
King Guli had a cold face and sat quietly on the tiger leather chair.
The Ji army that appeared in the Wangzhou area made him feel a little baffled. According to his guess, there were only a few thousand people at most, but they dared to go deep into the hinterland of Beidi.
Is this seeking death?
"How's the food going?"
"The grain, fodder and baggage collected are ready to go to Wangzhou and will be sent to the front line soon. King Li can rest assured that this time, at least several tribes will escort them together, at least more than 10,000 people."
This sentence made King Guli's expression relax slightly.
As long as Hezhou is captured, the people of the grassland will have a chance to take over the Central Plains.
"Go down with the order. As soon as the food, grass and baggage arrive, prepare to attack the city immediately!"
…
"If your guess is correct, the Di people will start attacking the city as soon as their supplies and supplies arrive." Beside the campfire, Xu Mu grabbed a branch and said coldly while drawing a map on the dirt.
In the barn in front of him, more than two thousand people gathered around him.
"My boss, I heard that Hezhou is already running out of food, and many people have starved to death." Chen Jiaqiao frowned.
During the two days that Xu Mu left, he was not idle and tried every means to get information about Hezhou.
"If it weren't for the 100,000 veteran households who rushed to help, Hezhou would have been destroyed long ago. That General Po Di will only use civilians to fill the ravines!"
Xu Mu was silent. Even after entering the border for a long time, he had no intention of looking for Zhao Qingyun. He went in the opposite direction and was no longer the same person.
"We have roughly figured out the information about Wangzhou. If there is no problem with the layout and the Di people's army is late in rescuing, there should be a chance."
"My boss, we really want to attack Wangzhou!"
"Of course. If we attack Wangzhou, the siege of Hezhou will be lifted soon."
In fact, there is a very crucial point that Xu Mu hasn't said yet.
Between the two cities, if you want to trap and kill hundreds of thousands of Di people's army, you must cooperate. Moreover, even if the Di people's reinforcements from the north have not arrived yet, depending on their strength, more than a dozen people are trapped.
Wan Dajun, after weighing the situation, will definitely abandon Hezhou and attack Wangzhou instead.
After all, after occupying Wangzhou, Xu Mu and others were full of people, but they were still less than 3,000.
Three thousand people defended the city, facing an army of more than 100,000 Di people.
Xu Mu closed his eyes with some bitterness. It is no exaggeration to say that he was trying to lead Qinglong Camp, the villagers and the dozens of heroes to their death.
Of course, if Hezhou sends troops to pursue and suppress the disorganized Di army at that time, there is a great possibility that defeat can be turned into victory.
"Is there anyone who can't read?" Xu Mu broke the branch and suddenly changed the topic.
In the huge barn, every face showed confusion, not understanding what Xu Mu was going to do.
"If you have any family members, please leave a family letter." Xu Mu gritted his teeth.
In this case, more than 2,000 of them will probably never return.
Most of the time, Xu Mu didn't want to let himself get involved in danger. After traveling through time, his biggest thought was to make money one day, become a wealthy An Le Gong, lead the villagers, and live in peace.
But this dog's way of life forced him to whip up his whip and flog him to pieces.
After listening to Xu Mu's words, everyone was silent. They understood something for a moment. They all asked literate people to tear off the corners of their robes and write family letters.
Xu Mu ordered ten younger heroes and asked them to stay in Zhougong Town with their family letters. They would only wait until the war broke out and then find a way to return to Hezhou.
"Brother Mu, who am I writing to?" Si Hu bulged his eyes, a little confused for a moment.
"Write it to your sister-in-law." Xu Mu spat out bitterly.
The bonfire was beating, and in the blurry mist, he seemed to see the little maid's wife again, wearing a scarf bun and a brand-new skirt, standing in front of the path in front of Horseshoe Lake, with a look of anxiety and expectation on her face, constantly looking at her.
The direction he's coming back from.
"Xu Lang, go home."
…
In the city of Hezhou, countless civilians were dying of hunger due to lack of food. The officers and soldiers coming and going drove an old carriage and threw all the dead and half-dead people into the carriage.
Wait until you take it to the mass grave outside the south city and throw it away.
Lian Yong was sitting in the thatched shed, holding the knife in his arms. For a moment, his eyes were full of heaviness.
That year he was nineteen. He was the son of an official and a prisoner, but he was determined to serve the country. He wanted to be a great hero and wanted to drive out all the dogs around the prison.
Until he was in his dying years, his ideals could not be realized. As people get older, their swords are also embroidered, just like the vast rivers and mountains of the great era, Feng Zhu has entered his twilight years.
On the dirt path outside the hut, there were children playing a game of killing enemies. Several older children chased another child covered in withered grass.
"Hit Digou!"
"Beat Di Gou to death!"
Lian Yong looked at it, his face became bitter, and the scenery in front of him became more and more blurry.
"In the Ming Dynasty, the star Chi Feng's sword, Ci Jun killed Di Man in one night."