In the empty Wengcheng, there was no blind spot for hiding. Liu Cong and his two thousand men were all exposed to the arrows of Liu Qi's army.
Seeing the rain of arrows falling, Liu Cong seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss. The aura of despair, like the cold arms of death, tightly wrapped around him.
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die~~"
Liu Cong screamed desperately, drew his sword and waved it wildly, trying to block the incoming arrow rain.
The sounds of screams came one after another from left and right, and those unprepared subordinates were shot to the ground in pieces by the sudden rain of arrows.
The survivors were like headless flies, running around in the urn city, trying to find an exit to escape to heaven, but wherever they ran, they were met with cold city walls.
More than two thousand people were quickly killed and injured, but Liu Cong was still swinging his sword like crazy, and actually blocked many deadly arrows.
However, his legs, his back, and his arms were covered with arrows.
The blood was flowing, and the severe pain from the wound made Liu Cong's body gradually numb. Finally, he exhausted all his strength and the crazy sword dance stopped.
The sound of breaking wind fell from the head like a storm, and another wave of arrows roared.
In an instant, dozens of arrows hit at the same time, hitting Liu Cong on the hedgehog. His terrifying body swayed before falling silently into a pool of blood.
The miserable howling finally stopped, and all the enemies in the urn city had been shot to death.
Liu Qi then ordered to stop shooting and open the main gate. He personally led the troops into Wengcheng and admired his masterpiece.
This siege directly cheered up these Jingzhou sergeants who were originally low in morale. Their faces were filled with complex joy. Whenever they encountered an enemy who was still alive, they would go up to make up for it without mercy.
A knife to vent the anger of being oppressed for days.
"Kong Ming, your plan is really clever. The North Gate has lost troops and generals. If General Huang succeeds in robbing the camp again, I think it would be strange for him not to retreat in despair."
Liu Qi stood on his horse and looked around at the corpses everywhere, his brows filled with pride.
Zhuge Liang, however, remained silent and only glanced around silently. Instead of showing any joy of success on his handsome face, he became more and more suspicious.
"This man seems to be the second young master."
In a corner, a soldier checking for life suddenly screamed.
Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted. Liu Qi was also shocked and hurriedly rode over.
Although Liu Qi was a little surprised, he was quite disdainful.
That kid Liu Cong is just a loser. How could that guy Yan Liang send this kid to join the rebels? Isn't he afraid of missing something important?
Several soldiers carried over the corpse covered with arrows. This hedgehog-like corpse was lucky. There were no arrows in the head. Although there were some blood stains on the face, the appearance could still be vaguely discerned.
Torches were shining from all sides, and Liu Qi was sitting high on the horse. He lowered his head and looked at the corpse with disdain.
Just one glance, but Liu Qi's figure suddenly shook, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"How can it be!"
Liu Qi muttered to himself, jumped off his horse, grabbed a torch, and knelt down to examine the corpse carefully.
Brushing away the messy hair, Liu Qi was stunned for a moment when he saw the face of the corpse clearly.
How could Liu Qi forget that familiar face, the person he had been fighting with for so many years, and the boy he hated so much that he gritted his teeth?
The corpse in front of him turned out to be his younger brother, Liu Cong!
"I actually shot my brother to death——"
Liu Qi's mind suddenly went blank, only this thought flashed over and over again, and there was a look of embarrassment and consternation on his face.
Frankly speaking, he really wanted Liu Cong to die, and even wanted to cut off that brat's head with his own hands to vent the frustration he had suffered over the years.
But he knew clearly that Liu Cong was his biological brother. He could fight him and take his position, but he could never kill him.
As a famous scholar, Liu Qi never wanted to bear the reputation of killing his younger brother.
But the fact before him is that he laid a trap with his own hands, shot his brother alive, and turned him into a hedgehog.
The soldiers on the left and right were all silent, with complex expressions flashing on their faces, as if they felt a little uncomfortable that their lord had shot his own brother to death.
Zhuge Liang, who was behind him, also had a surprised look on his face. He stared at Liu Cong who was dying tragically, with suspicion flashing in his eyes, as if he couldn't figure out why Liu Cong appeared here.
"This Yan Liang, what is his intention..."
Zhuge Liang's thoughts were tumbling, and his wise mind was running rapidly. Suddenly, his handsome face was frozen in a horrified moment, as if he had thought of something extremely terrifying.
"Sure, we fell into Yan Liang's trick. Young Master, please send someone to recall General Huang quickly. We must not rob the camp again."
Zhuge Liang didn't care about Fengya and shouted at Liu Qi.
Liu Qi was stunned for a moment and said blankly: "Kong Ming, please explain clearly, why do you want to recall General Huang back?"
"If Yan Liang really fell into our trick of surrendering, he should have sent all his troops to come instead of just sending Liu Cong to lead this small number of troops. He clearly saw through our plan and took advantage of it to take advantage of the eldest son.
Let’s get rid of Liu Cong’s burden. Liang thought that there must be heavy troops ambushing the enemy camp to the east. If General Huang is not recalled as soon as possible, the consequences will be disastrous."
Zhuge Liang didn't even have time to take a breath and revealed the truth in one breath.
Liu Qi suddenly understood. The little pride he still had in his heart was instantly shattered by Zhuge Liang's words.
In shock, Liu Qi couldn't help but said angrily: "Kong Ming, didn't you say that your strategy is foolproof, but how could you let a thief like Yan Liang see through it?"
"Young Master, Liang——"
Zhuge Liang looked a little embarrassed, but he didn't know how to defend himself.
Liu Qi didn't want to listen to his explanation, so he got on his horse and shouted: "What are you still doing? Send people on Pegasus to chase Old General Huang back. Hurry -"
Amidst the panic, Liu Qi hurried back to Jiangling City. The Jingzhou soldiers who were still high in fighting spirit suddenly fell to the bottom again and followed Liu Qi in a panic.
For a moment, Zhuge Liang was the only one left in Wengcheng.
Zhuge Liang looked around at the corpses scattered all around, looked at Liu Cong's desperate dead face, and listened to the frantic noise at the top of the city. His wrinkled eyes could not help but feel resentment and disbelief.
"Yan Liang, he actually saw through my plan again. How is this possible..."
…
Outside Jiangling City, Yan Liang naturally couldn't hear the panic of Liu Qi and Zhuge Liang, but he could hear the screams one after another.
He stood at the gate of the horse camp, folded his arms on his chest, and listened with interest.
The buzzing of arrow feathers, the neighing of war horses, and the screams of soldiers converged into a terrifying sound that tore through the darkness of the night and poured directly into the ears.
The officers and soldiers of the Yan family's army all felt itchy after hearing this. Their desire to kill was aroused, and they wished they could kill each other immediately.
Over a cup of tea, the tragic sounds gradually disappeared, and Jiangling City finally returned to peace.
Xu Shu, who was next to him, let out a breath, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "It seems that Liu Qi has already dealt with his good brother. With this move, we can use this trick to avenge Liu Qi's suppressed revenge for many years, and we can be considered worthy of him."
Yan Liang sneered and turned his gaze from Jiangling City to the east, "The foreplay has just begun. Let's see how Junyi and the others perform."
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Dongying.
In the night, the army of five thousand people marched silently in the wilderness.
With their titles and horses' hooves bound, the five-thousand-man army was silent, like a ghostly army advancing.
Huang Zhong carried a strong bow on his back and a long sword in his hand, urging the horse to move quickly. His stern eyes scanned the surroundings from time to time, and he always remained vigilant.
This time, in order to ensure the success of the robbery, Liu Qi also handed over the remaining 700 cavalry to him. Of the 15,000-strong army in Jiangling City, these 5,000 in his hands were the most elite.
This army was mostly composed of Changsha warriors, warriors trained by Huang Zhong who dared to fight. In the previous defeat of Xiangyang, most of the other soldiers were defeated and fled. Only his Changsha soldiers were scattered and reunited, becoming this The backbone of Gangneung City.
"That Kong Ming is so confident, I hope God can bless the Liu family this time..."
The veteran prayed secretly in his heart.
After walking hastily for a long time, before we knew it, the shadow of lights appeared in front of us, and the outline of the enemy camp came into view.
Huang Zhong ordered his men to slow down their pace and march slowly, trying their best to sneak close to the enemy camp without alerting the enemy.
The enemy camp was silent. Through the lights, Huang Zhong could even see the enemy soldiers on duty at the camp gate, dozing and walking around.
In addition to the antlers on the outside and the trench fortifications dug around the camp, the enemy camp itself showed no signs of defense.
Huang Zhong observed for a long time, not missing any detail. Finally, when the dark clouds above his head slowly dispersed, a confident sneer appeared on the corner of his old mouth.
The young man named Kong Ming is indeed quite capable. The Lord is really lucky to have such a genius like him.
Huang Zhong admired secretly in his heart, and immediately got on his horse, holding the long sword in his hand, and faced the enemy camp proudly.
"Yan Liang, I ask you to repay the humiliation of Xiangyang's defeat twice as much today. Let's see the true strength of Changsha Huang Hansheng."
With great pride in his heart, Huang Zhong pointed his sword and shouted: "All the troops, attack -"
Five thousand Jingzhou cavalry moved with a roar, like a torrent bursting from a dike, shouting for death at the sleeping Yan Jundong Camp.
Huang Zhong only paused for a moment, then he grabbed the horse's belly and galloped forward.
At the camp gate, the soldiers on duty were shocked and fled back to the camp.
The panic of the enemy soldiers convinced Huang Zhong that Yan Liang was unprepared, and his confidence increased, prompting the soldiers to rush forward fiercely.
Two hundred steps...
One hundred steps...
Fifty steps...
The gate of the enemy camp is right in front of you.
At the critical moment, a cannon shot was heard in the enemy camp, and hundreds of enemy soldiers suddenly jumped out of the ditch outside the camp. The weapon in their hands turned out to be Yuan Rong's crossbow.
Huang Zhong, who was full of fighting spirit, suddenly changed his face. This work is recommended by registered members of Piaotian Literature