After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 307 Assault

  Fortunately, this time He Lingchuan played the characteristics of being solid, and fought steadily, and finally caught the opponent's weakness, and competed with one blow.

   As soon as He Lingchuan opened the door of the tent, he saw raindrops like a curtain, and he couldn't see clearly the people and horses three feet away.

   This visibility is almost catching up with the thick fog.

   Reach out for a few seconds, and you can wash your face with a full amount of rainwater.

  He poured some cold on his face, thinking about what kind of spells he should use to change his military skills next time. Every actual combat has accumulated valuable experience, and now he feels that he lacks a high-explosive martial skill.

   Next time, let’s use the mirror image technique.

  The camp of the Yuan army retreated more than a hundred feet, and simply stationed on the hard rocky ground, which has no risk of collapse, and is more than two feet higher than the river.

   But the price is that there are more snakes and other small animals, and people are often bitten.

   Neither Zhao Pan nor He Chunhua relaxed their vigilance, especially they were wary of Hong Chenglue's revenge in their hearts, and their requirements for camp defense were getting higher and higher day by day.

   Yuan Bing didn't know why, and secretly complained.

  Stepping out of the tent for three to five breaths, the whole body can be soaked; the ground is covered with yellow muddy water, either dirty shoes or dirty crotch. At such a time, the whole battalion should be rested. Why did General Zhao ask everyone to guard against death?

  The enemy is on the other side, can you take advantage of this ghostly weather to cross the river and sneak attack?

  Facing continuous torrential rain, He Chunhua's team was also trapped in the camp and could not return south. He has spent more time at the front than expected.

   This is also one of the sources of his uneasiness.

  Late will change.

  The clouds were densely covered, and the sky darkened so fast that it didn't even have to go until the sunset.

  The last bit of light between heaven and earth couldn't wait to disappear, and the entire Yuan Army camp was caught in a web woven by heavy rain and darkness.

   In such bad weather, the guards have to continue patrolling.

  The torches they hold are soaked in special oil, which can also burn for lighting in rainy days.

  Although she was wearing a rain poncho, the armor inside and the shoes on her feet were still soaked, sticky and wet, especially when the shoes were soaked in water, and they creaked when walking.

   "Damn weather!" The newly-shifted sentinel patrolled the river bank with a torch, stretched out his hand to wipe the rainwater from his eyes, and cursed secretly.

  The original camp site is now under the river. The river bank has also collapsed several times, and the current shoreline has shrunk by nearly a hundred feet to the south, but they still walked cautiously.

  The day before yesterday, an unlucky companion fell into the river and was washed away in a blink of an eye.

  So the sentinel just walked around the bank perfunctorily, three feet away from the water.

  In this kind of weather, it is impossible for an enemy to lie on the shore. If it weren't for General Zhao's insistence, no one would want to go near the river.

  Nothing unusual, he walked back.

  So many days and nights have passed.

   An hour later, the sentries came over again.

   This is the second lap, as long as you complete three laps tonight, someone will take over.

  He still looked around casually, but before returning, he felt that something was wrong.

  He was too lazy to move at first, but after some psychological struggle, he reluctantly walked back to the shore and raised the torch.

  The heavy rain was endless, and the Han River became violent. Every time he came here, he could hear the slamming sound of the waves hitting the shore, which could catch up with the thunder.

  But why not tonight?

  He only heard the sound of rain.

  The sentinel carefully moved to the shore, and the torch shone down—

   Strange thing, where is the water?

   There was no water a foot below the river bank, and he saw muddy sand underneath.

  The torch stretched farther forward, but within the range illuminated by the fire, he still couldn't see the river.

How is this going? When he first came to patrol, the waves were still lapping the shore soil.

  The river flows backwards?

   Anyway, there seems to be something moving in the darkness at the edge of the fire?

  He was probing his head, when four or five arrows swished up from below, most of them missed, and only one pierced into his eye.

  The sentinel fell on his back.

  The shooter below has no strength and cannot aim accurately, so he will shoot multiple shots at once, and seek a high probability.

  The sentry was armed with energy, so even if he was hit by an arrow, it wouldn't be too serious, but he was also unlucky, and it happened that an arrow hit the eye, and that was a critical blow.

  As soon as he fell down, the torch also dropped, and the swaying flame startled the two companions not far away. The latter ran close, and when he saw the shining arrows on his body, he blew a hasty whistle.

  Enemy attack!

  Almost at the same time, a loud cry sounded from below the river bank, suppressing the torrential rain for a moment:

   "Come on—"

   "Nian General will win!"

  Something seems to be moving in the darkness, attacking the high ground.

   After a while, countless small flickering flames lit up below the river bank, and in a blink of an eye they turned into flowing fire that pierced the sky—

   Then it fell on the tents, carriages, and fences of Yuanbei Camp!

  Although the weapons and tarpaulins were soaked by heavy rain for several days, the arrowheads were coated with special oil, so they could still burn in rainy days. At the same time, the north wind boosted the fire, so the kite army camp was still full of fire.

  Both Zhao Pan and He Chunhua sat up startled from their dreams, and rushed out of the tent to see that the fire arrows were flying from above, shooting randomly everywhere without looking long.

   "My lord be careful!"

   All the guards surrounded him one after another.

  Zhao Pan picked up the big bow and pulled out the fire arrow stuck on the tent post. Regardless of the obstruction of the personal guards, he rushed forward a hundred steps before bending the bow and shooting high, aiming at the river in front of him.

  With the strength of his arm and the help of his elemental power, he can shoot more than 300 steps away even in the north wind.

  The kite people saw that the arrow flew high into the sky and fell down with fire, thus illuminating the...

  Dense army!

  The team had bright armor and almost occupied the entire river beach. At this time, the shouts of killing were loud, and they rushed here.

  Xunzhou soldiers!

  Zhao Pan's back felt cold, but cold sweat broke out on his forehead:

  How did the troop that was praised for the year cross the river without incident and sneak to the south bank to launch an attack?

   "Get into battle! Beat the drums and raise the flag!" No matter what he thought in his heart, his years of combat experience allowed him to order fluently, "Supervise the battle team!"

  When the army camps, they will bury a defensive battle formation, but the operation of the formation will consume a lot of mysterious crystals, so it will not be opened at ordinary times. Zhao Pan has a magician who is in charge of this, and he went to start the battle when he heard the sound.

   As for marching with drums, it was a deep impression on the soldiers' minds. The drums sounded, indicating that the higher-ups were prepared, the troops were going to fight back, and the soldiers were not so panicked, they could turn around and fight with the courage they gathered.

   After all, they were caught off guard by the Xunzhou people. Once the team is defeated, no matter how strong the individual combat power is, it will end in defeat.

  The supervising team even galloped back and forth, killing more than a dozen routs in a row, barely stopping the trend of further routs.

  But at this time, there were repeated cannons below the river bank, and seven or eight fireballs roared to them, blooming everywhere in the camp.

  The Xunzhou army actually covered the artillery with tarpaulins and transported it across the river, and there were twelve of them!

   This thing is delicate, and it is easy to misfire when it gets wet with water, and it is easy to hurt your own people. In the New Year's ceremony, an expensive water-dispelling talisman was pasted on each cannon, which was well-intentioned.

  And he ordered to load the sub-cannon, and the shell would explode after landing, blasting out dozens of small shot **** inside.

  With the blessing of speed, these are sharp weapons for killing people.

  Every explosion, dozens of people around fell down. The horses were so frightened that they broke out of the stables and ran around.

   At this time, the Yuan Army also discovered that the Xunzhou people had not yet fully landed, and at least a few thousand people were driving the boat to land, and the front line of the large force was already rushing forward.

  The strange thing is that the river has retreated, and the water level has dropped significantly. The river is more than forty feet away from the current Kite Camp, and the river is quite flat.

  It can’t be compared with the tranquility of autumn, but it shouldn’t be a problem for anyone who knows how to jump down and swim.

   It can be said that the big river suddenly lost its flow.

what's the problem?

  The exposed riverbed became the landing point for the Xun people.

  He Lingchuan was not idle here, and found the mount immediately. The blue horse has the blood of a monster, so it is not as easily frightened as a normal horse, so it can still come to him at this time.

  Yaoyuan shrank into He Lingchuan's arms, and the rock wolf got up and shook its fur, and followed him.

  Seven or eight people including Shan Youjun also followed, shouting: "Master! What should we do now?"

  He Lingchuan had two choices, either rush to He Chunhua's side, pretending to protect his father; or stay here and beat up the enemy.

  He only thought about it for a second, and said to Shan Youjun: "The archer climbs the tree, and then send someone to find a way out for me."

   "Yes!" Shan Youjun understood that his group of people had to stay to defend against the enemy, otherwise they could retreat to the vicinity of the main camp now, so why bother looking for a way out. But he still wants to remind, "Boss, your signing prophecy..."

  He once heard Mao Tao say that the club's lottery in Xianling Village used to be a lottery.

  He Lingchuan was stunned.

  The enemy crossed the river quietly and came prepared, but the kite was stolen from the camp in his sleep and could not cope. According to the current situation, it is a situation where the enemy is strong and we are weak.

  Facing the general situation, their team of less than ten people has limited strength, so he himself must be cautious.

  The prophecy of the old turtle demon has never been fulfilled, could it be at this time?

  He Lingchuan immediately remembered the word "courage" that Wen Daolun explained to him in Panlong's dream, and the words he made up for fun:

  Walk away when in contact with water.

   Straight ahead, the Han River is constantly flowing.

  Perhaps this is a bright reminder. After all, when the previous crises came, there was no "water" anywhere, but he did survive safely.

   Is it time to avoid it now?

  He Lingchuan turned his head to look at the chaotic barracks, and then at the enemy figure under the river bank, it was getting closer and closer. His own side is in great trouble, is he going to retreat in fear of the battle?

  He said decisively: "Don't worry about it. Let's go back to the half **** and put the trip rope."

  The group of people immediately retreated and headed to the side of the high ground.

  The enemies below surged up like a tide. If they dared to stand upright and block the front, the final result would be to fall straight up.

  Squad combat is tactical.

To make matters worse, the original south bank of the Han River was specially raised and steeped by the army of the Yuan Kingdom, and a so-called "bank wall" was built, leaving only a few narrow passages to go up and down. This kind of fortification can resist The enemy from the other side.

  However, the surging river water has already washed away the bank wall, and even the Yuan army was forced to retreat. Right now, they are only stationed on ordinary high ground. How can there be any danger?

  (end of this chapter)