Fufeng Song

() The battle was stalemate, and it was hard to tell the winner for a while. The killing sound on the battlefield was like thunder, and the strong blood rose to the sky.Those who live in it, when they come to the front, it rains like rain, and their companions are surrounded by blood spattering, limbs flying, screaming to death at all times, and the next dead may be themselves.For the Hu people in northern Xinjiang, this frenzied state is arousing the fierceness buried deep in their character.As a result, even though the proportion of casualties had reached a frightening level, the fighting did not stop at all, but became more and more tragic.

Not far from the battlefield, the Qiyi River flows slowly from west to east. If you go up the river for about five miles, you can see that the river is half-circling on a rugged slope. The resulting turbulent currents gradually erode the banks, making them steeper and steeper.At the top of the cliff is a platform, where Chang Shan Bandit's Chinese army is stationed.

The platform was surrounded by water on three sides, but the terrain at the top was open enough to accommodate thousands of troops. On the east side of the platform, there was a naturally formed slope, which could go all the way east to the battlefield where the two armies fought fiercely.With the fierce battle, teams of cavalry are starting from the platform, advancing along the ramp, and entering the battle.

It is unique to chat with several people who are going retrograde.The head of the person is fat and big, looking from a distance, it looks like a mountain of meat.There used to be armor on his body, but now it was all broken and unrecognizable, and the silk ties of the armor were loose, and a few armor leaves were dragging on the ground and bumping against each other.His left arm hung limply by his side, shaking unnaturally as he walked forward, like a piece of boiled water pie.It looked like there were at least five or six severe fractures, and the arm was useless.The arm is like this, and the other injuries on the whole body are also tragic.With such a heavy injury, someone else might have fainted from the pain for a long time, but this person didn't seem to notice it, and just ran towards Taidi.

"Isn't this Yang Feixiang Chief Yang? How did he get hurt like this?" A knight stopped beside him for a while, and immediately exclaimed loudly.When they were about to dismount for help, the sharp whistles urging the advancing troops sounded again and again.The knight hesitated for a moment, but had no choice but to urge his horse forward.

The knight recognized him well, but that person was none other than Yang Feixiang, one of the five chiefs of the Changshan bandits.

Yang Feixiang was shot by Liu Ya in the previous battle. He should have pierced his chest and was killed on the spot.But Yang Feixiang was very skilled after all, barely getting out of the way before the arrow hit him, and he was wearing two layers of iron armor, even if he was able to resist Liu Xia's strong bow and arrow.Therefore, the arrow brushed past the heart and stabbed the lobe of the lung, although the injury was still extremely serious, he managed to temporarily save his life.As for the other wounds on the body, most of them were trampled after falling off the horse.Most of those who fell off the horse would have died under the iron hooves of the galloping horse. Yang Feixiang was able to survive because of the desperate cover of his cavalry, and he himself was really lucky.

Although he was seriously injured, he was physically strong after all, and his staggering speed was still extremely fast.After a while, he climbed up the high platform and came to the middle army formation of the Changshan bandits.

The leader of Changshan bandits who spread his might in northern Xinjiang, and also the descendant of the anonymous Murong clan predecessor Shanyu, was sitting on the bed lazily watching the battle situation.Occasionally, he would turn slightly sideways and talk with the person sitting on the right hand side... This situation makes people feel that he is not commanding a battle at all.

That's right, these two people... There is a pair of chessboards between the two people, on which black and white chess pieces are scattered, they are playing chess impressively!

This scene made Yang Feixiang feel a buzzing in his mind.He didn't care about people's communication, panting, and rushed over: "The master! The master! This can't be done!"

Yang Feixiang looks rough and fierce, but he has rich combat experience.He hurriedly returned to the central army, just to persuade Murong Longcheng.

In the past two hours, Murong Longcheng just put Changshan Army units into the battlefield one by one, and watched them fight to the death, but still failed to gain the initiative.The current situation seems to be evenly divided between the two sides, but in fact it is extremely unfavorable to Chang Shan's army.

Confronting the enemy head-on is not a common method of warfare used by bandits.Over the years, they have exploited the advantages of good horses to find flaws and take advantage of the gaps. During a period of hundreds of miles, they traveled thousands of miles and entered and exited seamlessly.They don't often engage in such head-to-head combat with their enemies.Relatively speaking, the Jin army has more experienced officers, the Jin people are better at fighting in battle, the Jin people's formation is more rigorous, and the mobilization is more orderly.

Such a war of attrition caused heavy losses to both sides.But Yang Feixiang is very clear that no matter how weak China and North Korea are, after all they occupy the world, even if 1 or 10 people die, they will easily recruit more soldiers from outside Dai County.And the strength that Chang Shan Army has rallied for decades is almost all here... If it reaches this level, even if it is a victory, it will be a victory that Chang Shan Army cannot afford!

Yang Feixiang was heartbroken, anxious, impatient, and at the same time almost uncontrollable anger.He yelled sharply: "Continuing the fight like this is not an option! We have to think of an idea!"

Surrounding Murong Longcheng were about two hundred armored cavalry.Some of them have quite old faces, and some of them have just grown up. Although there is a huge difference in age, their fierce and fierce expressions are the same.Two hundred cavalry stood in silence, except for the occasional snorting of the horses, there was no sound.Yang Feixiang's yelling was particularly abrupt.

But Murong Longcheng looked at the distance leisurely and didn't pay attention to him at all.

Yang Feixiang didn't care about that much, he felt a sharp pain caused by the arrow that stabbed his lungs, so he coughed heart-piercingly, spit out thick phlegm with dirty blood, and roared again: "Dear! Be in charge!"

Murong Longcheng still didn't look at him.

Instead, the young man in white who was sitting beside Murong Longcheng sighed: "The sky is round like a cover, and the place is like a chess board. Everyone in the world is struggling on the chessboard. However, some people are chess players, and some are chess players." People are pawns."

Murong Longcheng smiled: "Wen Changshi thinks I'm a chess player or a pawn?"

The young man in white smiled and said: "The chess player regards you as a powerful chess piece; while the chess player regards you as a skillful chess player... Isn't it wonderful at this moment?"

Murong Longcheng was silent.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yang Feixiang growled.He strode forward, trampling the dust with his heavy steps: "Master, why do you still have this leisure time? The Jin people are good at fighting, and the brothers suffered heavy casualties! We can't fight so hard..."

His words stopped suddenly.His eyes widened in astonishment, and he took a step back.Suddenly, he caught something under his feet and fell to the ground.

Yang Feixiang had clearly seen this young man in white!In Changshan Army's general headquarters, didn't Murong Longcheng make the decision to fight the Jin Army right in front of this person?

"You fellow! You fellow...you are the official of that Jin man, you are that...that Wen Qiao!" He turned towards Murong Longcheng ferociously: "Master, why is this Jin dog here? "

Murong Longcheng sighed, grabbed a handful of sunspots and threw them on the chessboard: "I've been in a mess these past few days. That's all, that's all."

Murong Longcheng and Na Wen Qiao talked to themselves as if he didn't exist at all.What's going on here?What's wrong?Yang Feixiang suddenly felt like an idiot.He could feel that there seemed to be a terrible undercurrent about to erupt violently, and what happened in these days seemed to be far more than what he knew.Cold sweat suddenly broke out all over his body, but his mind became more and more dizzy due to the excessive blood loss, and he was no longer able to make a judgment.

Yang Feixiang subconsciously supported the ground with all his strength, trying to stand up, but the things under his palms were a little bit tight.Casting a casual glance over, he waved his hand and pushed the thing away.

That thing should have been on the ground long ago, it was this thing that tripped me just now...

When he suddenly figured out what it was, Yang Feixiang yelled in horror!

"Ah!...Ah!..." Yang Feixiang uttered unbearable screams, he threw the thing away suddenly, and then chased it with his hands and feet, and picked it up again.

That thing is the head of his old friend, one of the five chiefs of the Changshan Army, Flying Leopard Tujili!