"The whole army forms a formation and retreats to the river. It will take at most an hour to reach the bank of the Yellow River."
"It's still Yuan Hao's long-term strategy. Without those ships, we would be in a dead end today! Fang Guang has only been operating for half a year, but he has such military power!"
"What I want to scold now is not Fang Datong, but Liu Daer. He has such a natural talent, but he let people go. He is really a big-hearted person who weaves mats and sells shoes!"
"If Fang Guang is still in Hebei, how could anything happen today?"
Zang Hong had big ears, which attracted Tian Feng and Chen Rong to echo. Everyone knew that the situation was urgent. The soldiers ate some dry food, shouted the order from the army, and retreated after the formation.
In Cao Jun's formation, Cao Ang and Cao Anmin calmed down the overly excited Cao Song and rushed over, just in time to hear Yuan Jun's order.
Fang Guang was munching on cornbread when he heard the voice in front of him and led his generals to the front of the formation. Only thousands of Yuan troops were left. The huge phalanx was just like the Romans thousands of miles away in the west.
In a fighting posture, he retreated as a whole, using the shield as a wall, standing with spears and swords, hiding swords, and matching bows, crossbows and javelins. It was so neat that people couldn't help but sigh.
When Fang Guang saw the scene in front of him, he suddenly thought of Lu Zhi, Zhu Jun, and Huangpu Song who were mentioned by the old Yellow Turban in the Yellow Turban Army. The Yellow Turbans had millions of people, but they couldn't capture tens of thousands of official and army battle formations. The officers and soldiers of Hebei are all veterans of aristocratic families.
Fang Guang cupped his chin and thought deeply. Taishi Ci and Qu Yi, thinking that Fang Guang was worried, looked at each other with a trace of determination on their faces.
"Datong has raised troops for a thousand days and deployed them for a while. No matter how elite the Hebei army is, there is no military formation in the world that cannot be conquered. If I take the lead in the charge, if I don't defeat Zang Hong, Tian Feng, how can I see you in person?"
"Ziyi, according to the truth, I have recently joined Datong, so I can't compete with you for credit. It's just Yuan Jun's formation. I know it in my heart. I'll charge in a while, and Ziyi will be my backup!"
Taishi Ci and Qu Yi spoke together, awakening Fang Guang from the memories of Hebei in the past. Fang Guang saw the two of them staring at each other, threatening to quarrel if they continued, so he couldn't help but smile and wave his hand.
"The elite of that army are soldiers who have fought hundreds of battles. If they charge with force, they will kill a thousand enemies and suffer eight hundred losses. My troops should be of great use, so how can we lose them here?"
"Dong'a still has Yuan Zhi, Xingba, Tian Feng, and Zang Hong's background. I've seen them all. Our army still has a back-up plan!"
"I think Yuan Jun is going to retreat to the river. Haha, by the river, there is no Yellow River today, only the Baili Fire River. Since we have reached the Yuanzhi territory, why do you still need to fight to the death?"
"Just follow them, don't attack recklessly, and don't slack off!"
Fang Guang looked at the direction in which Yuan Jun was retreating, his eyes getting brighter and brighter, the sky was getting darker, and the smell of burning ashes could be vaguely smelled in the air.
Half an hour later, Zang Hong and Tian Feng's military formation had retreated to the reed swamp side of the Yellow River.
Above the river, huge ice blocks roared down from the water. The upper and lower reaches of the Yellow River were still frozen, but in this section, a splash of water suddenly broke out.
Tian Feng watched as the large ice blocks became less and less, and the water gradually eased, so he ordered his troops to communicate with the north shore with flags and arrows.
The civilians on the north shore got the signal from here and began to trim the sails and weigh the anchor to go south. Tian Feng watched and felt a little more at ease.
Fang Guang Guang's army, five miles away from Yuan's army, had not attacked. Seeing the boats on the north bank arriving in the river, which were full of grain and clear water, Tian Feng felt that the most dangerous moment had passed, and Fang Guang should no longer have the strength to attack.
The fat man pulled his fingers on the reed flowers on the river bank and turned back to talk to Zang Hong.
"Fang Guang is already half-finished. I will go to the north bank today, and I will go back to Yecheng tomorrow. I will try my best not to get an official position. I will make friends with Jushou, Guo Tu, and my lord. Please pay attention to this place as soon as possible!"
"Zang Governor, Zhang Chao's matter is really serious in front of Fang Guang."
Tian Feng didn't know what to say for a moment. He suddenly smelled a pungent smell in his nose. He twitched one hand and found that his fat fingers had been cut by reed leaves.
"No, if there is a good strategist in Cao's army and he sets fire here, our army will be in danger!"
The fat man shouted, which scared Zang Hong. Chen Rong was startled. The two of them looked at the rushing river and were about to comfort Tian Feng not to think too much.
But I saw in the upper reaches of the Yellow River, on both sides of the north bank, among the ice, countless strange-shaped boats suddenly flowed down and rushed straight towards this place.
If you look closely, you will see that all the male sailors on the boat are not wearing armor. A small half of them are wearing gorgeous brocade robes, and the other half are all ordinary people, carrying clay pots, and the short arrows in their hands are already lit!
"What kind of boat is this? I have been by the Yellow River for decades and I have never seen a boat like this. It's too fast!"
Chen Rong is a fellow villager of Zang Hong, but he grew up by the Yellow River. Small boats of the Eastern Han Dynasty may look like tower boats on the Yangtze River, or sheepskin rafts on the Yellow River, or flat boats on the river.
Now on the river, there are small boats, although they are not very long. There are less than a hundred people in each boat, and the paddles on the bottom are flying together, pushing the ice, like flying fish.
Naturally, the people in Hebei didn't know that this was Fang Guang's reference to the warships of the Mediterranean nations, Rome and Carthage. Unlike the warships of the Han army, which were wide, on the Yellow River, the warships were narrow, coming and going like the wind, and what they pursued was speed.
This was naturally the battleship built by Fang Guang for Gan Ning. On the largest battleship, Xu Shu, who had just broken through the ice, completely entered his second personality.
Xu Yuanzhi, wearing a white robe and disheveled hair, stood side by side with Gan Ning on the largest warship. He stretched out one hand, feeling the river breeze, and stretched out his thumb from time to time, as if he was calculating something.
"The three fingers of the east wind are the wind that causes dry grass to burst into flames, and rockets can land one foot away from the river!"
"Throwing saltpeter should be done when the vegetation has burned out and the fire is weak! If the wind blows for half an hour, it should be inconvenient!"
"It's best to burn the fire into a line. You can light it from the beginning to the end and then scatter it with reeds!"
Xu Shu's ability to set fire was fully aroused, and rings of fire quickly covered both sides of the Yellow River with his words and writings.
The people of Yanzhou braved the arrows of Hebei boatmen and threw fire on the north side of the river bank.
Yuan Jun's warships were forced into the water one after another to avoid the fire, and headed towards the south bank with great momentum.
The fire attack technique is not unworthy of its reputation. The fire in the reeds on the south bank circled in a large circle, isolating Yuan Jun's military formation from Fang Guang's pursuing troops from the outside.
This kind of fire control technique is as if Xu Shu has a pen in his hand and outlines the line of fire.
After a bloody battle, Yuan Jun suffered little losses and his military morale was stable. In this moment, his morale dropped to the limit.
Tian Feng glanced at them. Not only the ordinary soldiers were frightened, but Zang Hong, Chen Rong, the county guard, and the county magistrate were also nervous.
The fat man took a deep breath and shouted.
"Don't panic. If there is a fire, you can go into the water. There are boats in Hebei, but Yanzhou's boats are small and unstoppable!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at the river and immediately covered his mouth and kicked his eyes. He could no longer say the following words.
In the middle of the river bank, under the reflection of the setting sun, one, two, or hundreds of knight-like men wearing brocade robes waved their weapons, jumping from the bow of a strange boat, through connected objects, or rushing to the north bank to fight.
Boat.
The one in the lead was dressed in the most fancy clothes. His colorful brocade robe looked extremely charming under the reflection of the setting sun. Countless huge blood flowers bloomed around him, which was extremely weird and bloody!