Dandere General and his Lord

In the shadow of the dark night, there were countless soldiers of the Jin Kingdom staring at them.

Wei Mingshan's heart sank, knowing that he was in an ambush.

The pawns of the Jin country, in groups of several people, formed a square formation. The front row was uniformly holding a special spear, and the spear tips flashed with cold light in the night.

Surrounded by soldiers holding shields, hooks, and short swords.

They put up this kind of formation specifically aimed at the cavalry, and obviously they were well prepared to stop the enemy here.

Wei Mingshan experienced countless battles throughout his life.

Although he stepped into the ambush, he quickly calmed down and started thinking quickly in his mind.

How did Mo Qiaosheng know that I would be here tonight?

No, he can't know.

But he must have got the news from Ho Kyung. By trying to figure out my mind, he felt that I might lead the army to break through.

Therefore, he weakened the defense in this area in daytime, just to lead me to this side.

If I were him, I would order every camp nearby to be prepared every night.

No matter which camp the enemy breaks through, as long as it can hold the enemy's footsteps for a moment.

It doesn't take long for the remaining troops to form an encirclement.

Sure enough, wolf smoke lit up in the camp, and thick billowing smoke steamed up in the night.

They are sending messages and calling for reinforcements.

Wei Mingshan thought, so it seems that there are not many people stopping me here, and there should be no more than a thousand people.

We must break through the encirclement as quickly as possible and prevent the enemy from forming a siege.

He brought out five thousand elite cavalry this time, all of whom were cronies who followed him from birth to death.

He wanted to break through the siege in one fell swoop and move from his place to rescue soldiers.

From the periphery, try to find ways to defeat the besieged troops individually.

Hope to be able to defeat the Jin army with the more than ten thousand troops left behind in the city.

This is a very risky tactic, and Du Luowei and Mizang Yuanqi staying in the city made him very uneasy.

Against mediocre opponents, Wei Mingshan likes surprise attacks.

But facing a rival like Mo Qiaosheng, he felt that he should use the safest way to seek victory.

It is a pity that his king has not left him a chance to fight steadily.

He can only make a desperate bet, hoping to win in danger.

But he had just left the city, as if the other party had already seen everything, so he stepped into the ambush.

A bad foreboding arose in Wei Mingshan's heart.

He stabilized his chaotic thoughts, looked at the dense smoke rising into the air, and decisively raised his arms and shouted: "Change the cone formation, prepare a set of horses, and break through!"

In the dim night,

Mo Qiaosheng led his army to a high ground,

He drove a horse and stood on top of the hill.

I saw a fire finally lit up on the gloomy ground.

The wolf smoke evaporates into the sky.

Immediately, bright flames lit up one after another around the fire.

It's like lighting up a string of bright pearls on the dark ground.

It is the camp where Yang Sheng is stationed.

finally come.

Mo Qiaosheng took out a pendant hanging on his neck, and put the dark brown nail to his lips and kissed it gently.

Then he drew his waist knife and waved it through the air: "Send the order to the entire army, follow me to attack and surround the enemy!"

Yang Luhou squatted in a lunge,

He tightly held a special spear in his hand, the spear of which was long and thick outside.

He pressed the handle tightly against the ground underground, and the sharp tip of the spear pointed directly at the dog cavalry not far away.

There are countless such spears beside him, and in front of him are his comrades holding a shield to protect his body. The thick shield prevents him from the sharp arrows shot by the enemy.

Inu Rong’s cavalry was fierce and fearless, caught the sound of the wind,

Rushed towards him.

The horse hooves stepped on the iron briers they had scattered on the ground beforehand.

The soldiers behind Yang Houzhao immediately reached out their long hooks, caught the enemy's body, and dragged the dismounted Inu Rong soldiers over, and countless short swordsmen pulled out their short blades, and instantly harvested a life.

However, the enemy's cavalry continued to charge without fear of death, and the corpses of war horses and Inu Rong people filled the obstacles they had set up in advance.

The nomads who are good at horse warfare slinged their nomads.

The long rope was thrown over, and several comrades around him were immediately dragged out of the battlefield. The enemy fought back and dragged people away.

The enemy's offensive was too fierce, and the phalanx suddenly became chaotic.

"Tighten the formation, don't mess, don't mess." Yang Luhou desperately shouted.

Today, he is already a very long man, responsible for a ten-member team.

He watched as one of his brothers in his team was caught by the enemy's lasso. The body struggled all the way and was dragged behind the enemy's horse. The enemy pierced several spears back and forth.

The brother who was still close to him just now stopped moving.

"Don't panic, take care of Laozi, General Mo will be here soon." Yang Sheng's roar resounded nearby.

Yang Luhou nervously gathered his ten-man team, and suddenly his arms tightened and he lost his balance.

He was tightly restrained by a noose and dragged out of his teammates by surprise.

He kicked his legs desperately, and his body was dragged away quickly involuntarily on the land mixed with blood and corpses.

It's over, I'm over.

Yang Luhou was panicked.

He seemed to see countless enemy spears piercing his body back and forth, piercing him into a **** corpse.

A figure rushed out of the Jin army's phalanx, and the light of the knife cut off the rope that tied Yang Luhou in a flash.

The man rolled on the spot and came to Yang Luhou, raising his shield to block several sharp arrows.

"Quickly go!" The man pulled out his waist knife and opened the enemy's spear.

"Sheng, Brother Sheng." Yang Lu Hou burst into tears, and ran back to his phalanx despite the pain all over his body.

Wei Mingshan calmly watched the battle ahead. In the flames, he saw a person rushing out of the enemy's battle formation.

The characteristics of this person are very obvious. There is a long scar on the face, which spans half of the face, and even the ear is missing.

This person fought against himself when he was in Bianzhou. He was a fierce player. It must be the leader of this team.

"Take this person!" Wei Mingshan gave the order, and he personally rushed into the battle with the troops.

Yang Sheng wanted to return to his position,

But more and more enemies haunt him.

He was wounded in many places and his actions have started to slow down.

He wiped his face and looked back in the gap of blood. The position behind him had long been messed up.

Yang Sheng fought so many battles, and it was the first time he had encountered such a powerful enemy.

Since the line of defense he worked so hard to lay down, there were signs of collapse in a short period of time.

Perhaps the next time the enemy charges, he will break through from here.

The waist knife in Yang Sheng's hand was soaked in the enemy's blood, and it was almost too sticky to hold it.

He threw off the knife in his hand, turned over and picked up a scimitar from Inurong's corpse and set it in front of him.

"I can't let you live even if I die here!"

A dark iron stalk caught the sound of the wind, and Yang Sheng raised a knife.

The strength of that Tieqi was too great, and he brought him to the ground, who was seriously injured.

Yang Sheng rolled on the spot and wanted to stand up.

The tips of several guns flashing with cold light were already in front of his eyes.

General Inu Rong Wei Mingshan, riding on a majestic horse, looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly: "Tie it up, tie it to the front, and break through!"

At this moment, the campsite was lit up with a little bit of fire,

It gathered more and more in an instant.

Countless soldiers holding torches appeared on the surrounding high ground, and surrounded it strictly.

At the place where the flames were swaying, the people and horses separated, and a black-robed general, who was born in Mo Qiao, emerged.

"General Wei, it's been a long time." Mo Qiaosheng said.

Wei Mingshan's eyes were red, and he looked up at the enemy standing high. He tensed his jaw, his masseter trembling.

He knew that this battle had already been defeated.

Even if he was able to break through the siege, the five thousand soldiers around him could not be left with a few people.

He drew the long knife from his waist and put it on Yang Sheng's neck.

Before desperately rushing into the battlefield, he would use the enemy's blood to sacrifice the flag.

"Hold on, General Wei, if you didn't take this knife down, there is still room between you and me. If you do, we will only fight life and death." The black figure immediately above the high hills said. Say cold words.

Wei Mingshan sneered: "If you let him go, I will let him go."

"Even if I let go, you will have nowhere to go." Mo Qiaosheng spoke unhurriedly.

He was talking, and there was silence in the Jin army.

In the night, only the crackling of sparks from the torches was heard occasionally.

The swaying fire light, on the young face, cast a light and shade of light and shade.

The man uttered words that made Wei Mingshan's heart fall into the ice cave.

"As soon as you left Zhengzhou City, our army's General Helan and General Yu have already attacked the city with their troops."

"The two generals you stayed in Zhengzhou city are not so patience like you. When I arrived, I heard that the two of them rushed out of the city to meet the enemy without hesitation. By this time, maybe Zhengzhou All have been taken by my Dajin."

As if verifying his words, there was a huge roar in the direction of Zhengzhou City.

Then, there was a faint light on the other side of the sky.

It was the sound of a crash hitting the city gate.

If it weren't for the defender's reckless chaos, it would be impossible for the enemy's crash to drive to the city gate in such a short period of hours.

There were loud noises, and one after another knocked on Wei Mingshan's heart.

"Although I am the enemy of the general, I have always respected the general. I know that the general's departure from the city must not be for escape."

"Mo estimated in his mind that the general wanted to divert our troops first. Secondly, he wanted to go to the nearest Zhaiyang, or Xingyang to bring in rescue soldiers." Mo Qiaosheng's words intertwined with the roar from far away. in.

"It's ridiculous that although Mo is clear in his heart, the general's lord at Hogyeong would not think so. He will only blame you for leading the army to escape, and thus losing Zhengzhou. This is a serious crime. You have a felony. , Do you want to fight to your death from here, go back to Haojing and lead your neck to death?"

Every word of Mo Qiaosheng was inserted in the most painful place in Wei Mingshan's heart.

He is from Xirong, and this Han people cannot accommodate him. But Xi Rong Chaotang has no place for him to stand.

Although the world is big, there is no place for him.

"The lord of my Dajin is a monarch with a deep mind. As long as you are willing to return to my Dajin. I can guarantee that the general's talents will be better displayed. At the same time, I swear that I will never hurt the lives of your soldiers.

"I am a foreign race, how can Jinyue Hou be able to tolerate me?" Wei Mingshan snorted coldly.

Mo Qiaosheng drew out his saber and stroked his arm without hesitation.

He raised his hand, and red blood dripped from the air.

"Our blood is the same as your Xirong people, it is red, there is no difference. The so-called alien is just an idea in your own mind, General Wei."

"I used to be a slave. In the eyes of our Han people, a slave is not even a person."

"But my lord never cared about your background. In her eyes, she will only see your ability and your loyalty, and will never randomly suspect you because of your status."

The blade of Wei Mingshan slowly dropped, leaving Yang Sheng's throat a little bit.

The author has something to say: Mo Qiaosheng: Yang Sheng, in order to get you, I said the most once in my life.

Yang Sheng: Thank you, Lao Tie, from now on my life is Lao Tie's.