Chasing King

The next day, Fengye army gathered outside Qingxu valley.

At this time, the sky is clear, the sun is high, and the vision is very clear. When you turn around the foot of the mountain, the pass of Qingxu Valley is not far away. Although you can't see it now, you can imagine that the deep valley is like a snake in the barren mountain, and they are going to enter the snake's belly and fight to death.

After waiting for a long time, the scouts ran back and knelt down in front of the wild horse: "general, the rebels are setting up an ambush above Qingxu valley."

"How many ambushes?"

"About a thousand."

"Where's the pass?"

"There are no rebels at the entrance, but the exit has been blocked by the rebels."

Feng Ye waved and looked at Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes slightly and drove his horse around for a week: "very good, the wind direction has not changed."

"Heaven helps me."

Yan Sikong nodded: "as we expected, the time is short, the mountain road is difficult, and the rebels are unable to bring a large number of supplies into the mountain, so there are few ambush on the mountain and many encirclement in the front. In this case, this plan is feasible, but..." He looked back at the black soldiers behind him, "even if we can rush out, our casualties will certainly not be light."

Feng yening said: "if we make a detour and cut off the food and grass, the casualties of our army will be more incalculable. This is the only way."

Wang Mo said: "general, I would like to be a pioneer."

Feng Ye shook his head, took a deep breath, and said in a high voice: "Liu Yong, take a thousand soldiers, climb up the mountain, disperse the rebel ambush, kill and retreat, do not pursue."

"No!"

"Bai Shangren, prepare horses, wormwood, kerosene, etc. for my order."

"No!"

"Yan Sikong." Feng Ye looked ahead, but he didn't look at Yan Sikong. "Take 800 soldiers here to prevent the rebels from cutting my way back. If I lose, I can take over."

Yan Si opened her mouth, swallowed her words and said, "No."

"Wang Mo Xiu."

"The end will come."

Feng Ye clenched his long gun: "the pass of Qingxu Valley is narrow, so the army can only snake through, not rush. I'm the vanguard, leading the front army to fight. You can't relax when the front army is tired and the front army and the rear army exchange. Remember, if I'm not going to retreat, who dares to do so

"No!"

Fengye instigated the reins to March.

"General." Yan Sikong said softly.

Feng yedun, or turned his head, his face did not move, but his eyes had leaked some emotions.

Yan Sikong forced his fist towards him and said in a deep voice: "empty, guard the back road and wait for good news."

Fengye salutes back and turns to ride away.

Yan Sikong stares at Fengye's back until it is submerged by the army. Fengye is only 19 this year. He has a hunch that he will see the back of Fengye many times in his life. His elder husband is ambitious. Even though he is worried, he will never stop him.

Besides, he believed that he and Feng Ye were both born to play tricks on the situation. This must not be the place where they lost their lives!

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near the mouth of Qingxu Valley, Bai Shangren led a hundred cavalry out of the team. They dismounted neatly and tied the grass man tied up overnight on the horse's back, with branches and sticks tied behind the horse and covered with oil.

Feng Ye looks at the restless horses and thinks of the time he spent in Guangning Racecourse when he was a child. Fighting horses is the weapon of the army and the important weapon of the country. Since he lost the Hetao, Sheng Dynasty paid more attention to the horses than ever before. That's why he got married with Yan Sikong.

If not as a last resort, which general is willing to give up a hundred horses.

Feng Ye said in a deep voice: "send soldiers to light the vegetation and smoke through Qingxu valley."

"Yes

Hundreds of soldiers had already bundled wood, wormwood and hay eaten by war horses into bundles, carrying oil and torches, and ran to the pass. They walked close to the pass. When they got close to the pass, there was no movement above the valley. They must be waiting for their army.

The soldiers risked their lives to go deep into the hinterland and ignited the vegetation. Soon, the smoke filled the air and rose by the wind. At this time, the vegetation was moist, and the fire was not big. But because the valley was narrow, the smoke was hard to disperse. Without cutting for a moment, the whole valley was covered with thick smoke and it was hard to see.

Feng Ye yelled: "kill --"

the three armed forces roared together, and the killing was loud.

A hundred cavalry soldiers lit the grass man on the horse's back and beat the horse's buttocks with a whip. The horse was in pain, and the fire was burning. They ran frantically towards the front.

A hundred horses, with branches and sticks, were able to run with the force of a thousand troops. In addition, the cry of killing behind them resounded through the valley. For a moment, no one doubted that this was an army attack.

At the bottom of the valley, the smoke filled the air and the vision was not clear. The rebel generals could only vaguely see a group of burning horses rushing into the valley from the smoke. They had no time to look around and yelled, "let's go -"

suddenly, sharp arrows, wood and stones fell from the sky. The voice in the valley was noisy and it was hard to distinguish between men and horses.

The burning horses screamed bitterly and ran about without any rules. Some of them ran around in the valley, and some of them ran straight to the exit. The rebels at the pass watched the fog disperse. Instead of the embarrassed enemies, they came rushing fireballs at high speed.The horses rushed into the enemy's line and screamed one after another.

At this time, the horn came from the top of Qingxu Valley, which was the signal that Liu Yong was already fighting with the ambush.

Feng Ye raised his long gun, straight ahead, and yelled: "kill --" he pinched the horse's belly hard, and the horse floated out, and in the twinkling of an eye, it had already run several feet away.

"Rush -"

three thousand soldiers rushed into Qingxu valley. At this time, the smoke gradually dispersed in the valley, and the ambush stones above were almost exhausted. They were dragged down by Liu Yong, and they were almost unable to "take care" of the enemy at the bottom of the valley. They shot all the way into the valley and quickly crossed the valley.

Fengye took the lead, armed with a long gun, rushed to the enemy line that had been hit by the burning horses.

"Set up, set up!" Cried the enemy general.

Feng Ye looked straight ahead fearlessly and went up against the long spear like a forest. When the sharp blade saw that he was going to string his horse and his men into a hedgehog, he jumped up from the horse's back and rolled down from the air. His bright red cloak was like a touch of red haze. With the powerful young general, he fell into the enemy line. His long spear swept across, and the sound of the sharp blade piercing the flesh was heard. A line of enemy troops had fallen The sutra was swept under the feet.

Feng Ye, with a shield in his hand and a heavy gun in his hand, was deeply trapped in the enemy's array without disorder. He was fearless for the enemy's encirclement, and kept pushing back the enemy who had come.

"Protect the general!"

The soldiers in the rear quickly collided with the enemy. The bodies of men and horses kept piling up in the pass of no more than five or six feet. One side wanted to rush to the birth day, and the other side wanted to defend. The two armies stepped on the flesh of the enemy and friends, and mixed into a group. The scream, blood and fire were interwoven into a picture of cruel.

There was a fire horse collision in the front, and then Fengye opened the way. A gap was made at the pass by Shengsheng. The enemy general yelled wildly, and kept sending soldiers to block the gap with flesh and blood. Fengye was also mobilizing soldiers to tear it with flesh and blood.

The enemy general saw that Fengye was so brave that he was able to live and kill with one man's strength. He hesitated to come near. He roared on the horse: "those who cut the enemy's generals will be rewarded with thousands of gold and granted five hundred Marquis!"

Under the heavy reward, there must be brave men, and soldiers swarmed up again. Fengye had been injured in his stomach and back, and his physical strength was hard to support. Even if Wang Mo Xiu said, "general, I'll go in!"

"You go first, I'll go back!" Feng Ye was fighting and yelling.

Wang Mo Xiu took over the former army and continued to fight: "protect the general, protect the general -"

the officers and men planned to protect the field. The field was sealed up, and the field climbed up on the horse. While killing, he yelled at the enemy general: "little rat, dare to fight with me!"

"My son is famous. I think he just has a good father. But when I see him today, it's a pity that the hero is a teenager." The enemy general cried, "today, your destiny has come."

Feng Ye vomited blood from his mouth. He was in a mess, but his momentum did not decrease. His red eyes were fierce like wild animals: "I never believe in fate. I was born to shoot everywhere and drive my horse to kill the enemy. You are the only one who does not deserve to kill me!" He threw away the long gun which he could not hold, drew out his sword, cut off a cavalry with one sword, clamped the horse's belly and continued to fight.

The enemy general was staring at Fengye, his face was blue, and hissed: "hold on, no one is allowed to retreat!"

Feng Ye roared: "there is no retreat in this road. If you advance, you will live, if you retreat, you will die, and if you kill --"

the rear army led by Wang Mo Xiu took over the former army, which had been killed and injured badly. It was as vigorous as injecting new blood. The general was brave and fearless of death, and the soldiers were greatly encouraged. In addition, they had no retreat, and the soldiers were determined to die.

Under the leadership of Feng Ye and Wang Mo Xiu, a group of soldiers fought to the death, and the gap of the enemy's array became bigger and bigger. Feng Ye saw that the time had come: "send Yan Sikong to help the battle!"

The bugle sounded from the valley. Yan Sikong had been silent for a long time. After hearing the order, he drew out his sword: "kill me -"

the 800 hind soldiers also rushed into Qingxu valley. Seeing that the gap in front of them had been opened, they responded and followed Fengye to rush out of the valley.

The rebel generals saw that the defeat was over and the morale of the enemy was high, so they had to order the withdrawal.

Fengye's leader chased the enemy for 20 Li, but he didn't really want to. The only thing was that the damage of the rebels was obviously less than that of them. If he didn't chase them, he was afraid that the rebels would think they were at the end of their tether, and they would not be able to deal with the enemy if they killed him again.

After the end of the war, they took stock of the war losses, with more than half of the casualties. Although they rushed out of Qingxu Valley, the losses were really heavy, but there was a smooth road ahead, and their vitality was obvious. In this war, they always won!