...

Pei Qing took a sip of the broth and didn't care about the threat pointed out by Yang Guotai: "I think it's a big deal. Mr. Yang was too worried. The Far East Army had been killed by me and fled in a panic. How dare I invade my military camp again?

What's more, the soldiers fought with the general for dozens of miles of blood, and their physical strength was consumed a lot. Let them take a break and have a full meal and have a good rest for a night. What's wrong with continuing to fight the Far East Army tomorrow..."

Yang Guotai tried hard to persuade: "General Pei, you have made a big mistake. During the day, you should take advantage of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and their morale to break through the siege in one fell swoop, and you should not set up a camp here to give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of..."

"Enough! Don't say anything more!" Pei Qing interrupted Yang Guotai's advice, shouted in a deep voice, and said to him with a glaring eyes, "Are you a general aware of the army? Now the commander of this army is my Pei Qing, not your Yang Guotai! What losses can we lose if we only rest for one night?"

Yang Guotai sighed: "General Pei, our army has arranged a formation forty miles in such an open area. If the Far East Army cut off our retreat from the rear, the morale of the army will be in chaos!"

Pei Qing said angrily: "What can I do if I cut off the back? I can move forward without any worries. Since my army left the border county, I have never thought about returning to the border county to defend it. Isn't this your plan?"

Yang Guotai was speechless when he heard this. He looked at Pei Qing with anger. He closed his mouth and stopped persuading him. He just whispered: "Then let's order the battalions to take strict precautions in case of emergency..."

"Um……"

When Pei Qing heard this, he responded roughly, ignoring Yang Guotai, and continued to eat the food on the main case. Seeing this, Yang Guotai had no choice but to withdraw from the tent.

...

August 19th, early morning at the beginning of the Yin Dynasty, it was the time when people were most tired and the weakest alert. The entire Pei Qing camp was silent, and the soldiers in charge of keeping their guards were also dozing off with guns...

Little did they know that at the same time, the crisis began to approach quietly...

Twenty miles from the rear of Pei Qing's front camp, the Far East Army cavalry, who had been dormant for a long time, showed their sharp fangs...

"Xilulu..."

"Hada..."

In the open air, relying on each other and sleeping, the soldiers of Shangling Army faintly heard a sound of horse breath echoing in their ears, and then a slight vibration began to occur on the ground, which made them open their heavy eyes and look around.

In late August, the north was still dark at this time. Several soldiers who woke up from their sleep did not realize what was about to happen. They only felt their heads were drowsy and they were particularly slow to respond to the rapid sound of horse hooves.

Suddenly...

"Enemy attack~~"

A heart-wrenching cry cut through the silent campground, and suddenly woke up the soldiers of Shangling Army who were all in a daze.

They immediately searched for the weapons they had discarded, and ran around like headless flies. Soon, the camping place became a mess.

At this moment, Chen Qing, Chu Zijun and the 35,000 Iron Cavalry of the three tribes of Mu Feng came over with endless momentum.

"Shit..."

"Puff puff puff..."

"ah……"

"Well……"

The first to launch the attack were Mu Feng's archers. When they entered the horn bow range, they all shot out wolf-tooth arrows that had been prepared.

Thousands of wolf-toothed arrows flew into the dark sky, and then fell into the dense Shangling Army like raindrops. The light sound of arrowheads breaking their bodies began to spread around like a plague.

The campsite that was originally a little chaotic became even more chaotic, with miserable wails and painful moans constantly filling the sky in the early morning of autumn.

The galloping war horses and the elusive arrowheads constantly stimulated every nerve of this group of defenseless Shangling Army.

Seeing his companions lying in a pool of blood under the attack of arrow rain, struggling and whistling, the rest of the soldiers who escaped by luck only felt their bodies and minds trembling.

However, the tragedy is far from over...

After the arch and cavalry were shot, the iron cavalry led by Chu Zijun and Chen Qing merged into one place and advanced at a uniform speed with a single-character formation. As it was chiseled into the enemy formation, one-sided massacre began...

"Bang bang bang..."

A team of Shangling infantry was in a panic and picked up the weapons in their hands to try to avoid the pursuit of the cavalry. However, as soon as they turned around, they were directly knocked away by the cavalry in white robe. When they landed, before they could cry for help, they were drowned by the sound of roaring iron hooves and stepped into a pile of blood mud...

"I don't want to die, no one can stop me from escaping..."

In Shangling Army, a long armored man suddenly lifted his sword and chopped over his boss, snatched the war horse under his crotch and jumped up, trying to escape from the sky.

"Swish~"

"Puff~"

“Uh~”

However, just as he was about to pull the reins and clamp the horse's belly and was about to escape, a cold crossbow arrow roared through his vest with a roar that broke through the air.

After a long groan, he tilted his head and fell off the horse's back, and soon became one with the night...

"Click~Click~Click~Click~"

"Puchi~Puchi~Puchi~Puchi~"

In the surging waves, the crisp sounds of the broken gun echoed. Each crisp sound represents the passage of blood and life, and the symphony of the prickly sound that cuts the body with the ring-headed knife, opening up the cruel music of death.

Under Chen Qing and Chu Zijun's crushing, the rear formation of Shangling Army completely collapsed...

"Kill~~"

"Drink~~"

The cavalry of Mu Feng, who was responsible for circumventing the two wings, saw that the enemy had begun to be in chaos, Mu Feng immediately roared, lifted up the long spear in his hand, commanded the army to stop the harassment of bows and arrows, and launched a general attack on them, assisting Chen Qing and Chu Zijun to continue to expand their results.

The shrill screams echoed the roar of the galloping horses in the distance. The Shangling Army collapsed instantly under the attack of 30,000 cavalry.

This group of Shangling Army who fled wildly could never have imagined that the Far East Army they fought against yesterday was defeated step by step, so why was it just a night when someone was chased like a stray dog?

"Stop chasing..."

When the Shangling Army soldiers fled towards the border county, Chen Qing decisively ordered a stop. His strategy of cutting off the front and rear troops with Wu Zhenying had been achieved. Next, he just needed to firmly guard the plain.

As for the defeated troops, they were left to Feng Chounian and Bai Qi to deal with it.

...

"Report~ General Pei, the big thing is wrong~ The enemy cavalry cut off our army's retreat, and we lost contact with the hundreds of thousands of troops in the rear..."

A guard panicked and rushed into Pei Qing's tent and shouted sharply.

Pei Qing, who was resting, immediately lifted the bedding wrapped around him and shouted: "What did you say! How could this be possible? Wasn't the Far East Army defeated by this general? Why did another cavalry appear in the rear camp?"

The guard said with a sad face: "I don't know, please think of a solution quickly..."

"Boom~~"

At this moment, a thunderous roar suddenly sounded outside the tent, which shocked Pei Qing's ears and then a commotion immediately outside the tent.

After he came to his senses, he took out the winged gold-boring gun and rushed out of the tent...

What caught my eye was an extremely chaotic scene, with frightened soldiers crowding and trampling on each other everywhere.

"What happened?"

Pei Qing couldn't help but be shocked. When a general passed by him, he asked.

The ginseng general was extremely frightened: "We don't know either, we only know that many iron balls fell in the sky, and they exploded as soon as they landed. No, it's coming again..."

Looking in the direction pointed by General Chan, Pei Qing's pupils suddenly shrank, and the things that caught his eyes completely overturned his cognition.

I saw hundreds of fireballs dragging long dark curtains in the sky...

"Boom boom boom..."

The moment the iron ball fell, it made a thunderous explosion, and the broken iron pieces splashed everywhere, and the flames that burst out made people feel depressed...

"Bang……"

An iron cannon smashed into several groups of soldiers surrounded. As soon as it landed, iron pieces rushed into their bodies. The aftermath caused by the explosion overturned all the soldiers to the ground.

One of the soldiers who fell to the ground had half of their cheeks cut off half of the iron, and even their depression was blown up. He groaned and struggled on the ground in pain, as if he was ghostly.

Another soldier was not in pain. The iron piece directly penetrated into his forehead and tore all the brain marrow in his head into a paste...

As for the other soldiers, they were either killed or injured. Among them, one of them was hit by iron pieces and fainted. Even if they did not die, they were destined to be disabled for the rest of their lives.

The same scene was repeated among the various soldiers when the iron cannon landed, and the shrill crying and moaning were all declaring the cruelty of the war...

Pei Qing let go of the hand of the general, tried to calm down his fear, and looked at the extremely chaotic scene in the camp under the attack of iron artillery, his eyes became dull and he could not come back to his senses for a long time.

For the first time, Pei Qing had unprecedented fear of such unknown things. He never thought that there would be such a terrible murder weapon in the Far East Army. How did this be created?

When the traces of iron cannons began to appear over the military camp again, Pei Qing tried hard to suppress his anxiety and shouted loudly: "Don't panic, the whole army gathers together, and follow the general to break through the siege..."

...

At this moment, in Lu Su's formation...

"boom……"

Seeing the three hundred catapults casting iron cannons again projecting from the throwing pole to Pei Qing's main business less than two hundred steps ahead of the corner, Lu Su sneered with satisfaction.

The dark curtains that remained in the air and the pungent smell of saltpeter sulfur emitted in the air, Lu Su felt very enjoying it.

"This is the art of war..."

After a long time, he said something from his mouth, which made the deputy general Wang Rui, who was beside him sweat.

After watching the enemy's situation from the mirror again, Wang Rui said to Lu Su at the right time: "General, the enemy is probably about to break through, so it's better to prepare early..."

"Break through?" Lu Su said in a cold tone, "Pei Qing is at the end of his strength, what should he do to break through? Zhang Zhaotong and the commander-in-arms must have been pressing from the left and right.

Retracement? Does Pei Qing have the ability to break through the defense line of 35,000 cavalry? No matter which direction he breaks through, he will have the same end. With the break of the back, he is already defeated.

The command of the entire army to continue firing iron cannons, forcing Pei Qing's army to death on this plain, and ate the food left by the general, so that interest would be charged..."

Wang Rui took the order and left, and the whistling iron cannons kept shooting out of the catapult cart, falling from mid-air into Pei Jun's military camp, causing even greater riots...
Chapter completed!