Fuhu Mountain, Hulu Valley Entrance.

The air seemed to be filled with a suffocating pungent smell, and the entire valley mouth was already a sea of ​​fire.

There were screams and wails.

Countless sidecars were set on fire, and thick clouds of black smoke billowed straight into the sky.

Debris and fragments flew everywhere, shooting out like sharp arrows.

The flames swept across, the scorching flames were scurrying around, tongues of flames sticking to the ground were licking the nearest objects, the smell was pungent, and thick smoke was blowing in the face.

Can…

Even so, Mi Fang and the sidecar formation did not retreat even one step.

Those crossbow arrows, facing the rain of arrows from the sky, continued to burst towards Wenpin's cavalry.

"——Dong...dong."

Cao Jun's knights formed a circular formation, and one of their outermost shields was shot through.

For a moment, densely packed crossbow arrows were fired wildly, and a whole group of Cao Jun's knights fell to the ground, wailing...

And their horses were frightened and fled in all directions.

The original circular formation suddenly opened a gap, and this gap quickly expanded and spread.

——"General, general...the enemy's vehicle formation won't give an inch, won't give an inch."

——"General, the enemy's vehicle formation unexpectedly moved forward facing the fire."

——"General, our fire arrows are about to miss!"

——"General, the shield formation of our brothers is almost unstoppable."

Unfavorable battle reports reached Wenpin's ears one after another, and the 'excitement' and 'bloodedness' on his face had long since dissipated without a trace.

What replaced it was deep confusion and astonishment.

Wenpin was confused, he was completely confused.

He realized that he was wrong. There are no weak soldiers under a strong general.

Guan Gong's men...is this Mi Fang so good at fighting?

For a time, all the rumors about Mi Fang, saying that he was a frequently defeated general, that his military strength and leadership were inferior... all of this echoed in Wenpin's ears.

Wenpin just wanted to say something bad, - your uncle!

Damn, these are all groundless rumors, they are all made up of three people, and they are all untrue!

A fierce light flashed in Wenpin's eyes. He looked at the mouth of the valley and the car formation.

These formations of vehicles, ignited by flames, seemed to stand there forever, constantly mocking any incoming enemy.

Finally, this fierce light seemed to freeze there.

The surrounding heat wave forced Wenpin's fierce light to dissipate. He turned his horse around first and said to the knights beside him: "Retreat! Retreat!"

The knights all looked miserable.

More than a thousand corpses were left behind, more than a thousand horses were wasted, and even the arrows and fire starters were spent so much. Should we retreat at this time?

You know, in ancient times... arrows and fire arrows were separated by a single word, and the cost of making them was very different.

The so-called fire arrows require tying coarse cloth and other flammable materials to the back of the arrows, then soaking them with grease, lighting them, and then shooting them with a crossbow.

Due to weight requirements, each arrow used in the fire arrow must be carefully processed, and the production cost is quite high.

This is also the reason why Cao Cao did not use fire arrows when the straw boat borrowed arrows...

It’s not that I don’t use it, it’s that I can’t afford it!

But now...

A big sum of money was spent, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it was a desperate move, but in the end it ended up running away in despair?

At this time, Wenpin raised his head and shouted loudly again.

——"Retreat, retreat!"

For a time, fast horses galloped back and forth throughout the army, conveying the order to retreat to everyone.

These knights of Cao's army...were all gnashing their teeth.

Especially Niu Jin, who clenched his hands into fists and roared loudly, "Hey...", the grief, anger and depression in his heart were written on his face and in his voice.

The military orders came like a mountain, and immediately...the knights turned their horses one after another.

The horses they sat on seemed to be psychic, snoring constantly, as if to express their unwillingness, just like their masters.

——But if we don’t retreat, what can we do?

The fire arrows all missed, but the enemy's vehicle formation at the mouth of the valley still failed to break through.

To put it another way, even if they break through now, when they get to those two hundred ships, they can only look at the ships and sigh, unless they can spray "fire" from their mouths!

So...

The remaining 1,500 cavalrymen of Cao's army quickly retreated. In the valley, they meandered northward and embarked on their journey home.

It's the Mi family army's side.

Seeing the retreat of Cao's army, the Mi family tribesmen who were guarding the car formation started to roar loudly.

——“Back off, back off!

——"The thieves retreated!"

——"We'll hold on, we'll hold on!"

It is no exaggeration to say that the Mi Army has never won a battle since they followed Liu Bei.

From the beginning to the end, I was always "spurred" by the enemy, and then fled in embarrassment...

What follows is the regrouping of the defeated generals, and then they are "surprised" by the enemy again, and they flee in embarrassment again. Finally... they gather again, and everything is back to the original starting point.

They have become accustomed to losing battles. They laugh at themselves as a "constantly defeated" army. They think that in this life... they have no chance of the word "victory".

The more such a legion is, when they actually win a battle, the resentment they hold in their hearts disappears in an instant.

——Feeling proud!

It’s really “feeling proud”!

——"Stand up..."

——"Our Mi family army has stood up!"

The old man who was already in the Mi family army's eyes were red with excitement and he was choked with sobs. His last words were a bit vague, "Finally... I finally made it to this day. I made it to this day to stand up."

Mi Fang also flushed with excitement.

This was the first time he felt that winning a battle felt so good and wonderful!

This feeling of "refreshment" reaching straight to the sky was something he would never forget!

Even this feeling is only slightly inferior to when counting money.

--call!

With a long exhalation, Mi Fang was also so excited that she couldn't help herself.

But he is the master, and he cannot behave like these tribesmen, who have never won a battle.

He needs to be calm, he needs to be calm...

"Ahem... As for that, what do you think?" Mi Fang yelled, "It's just a victory, it's not like that, it's not like that... It's just a small test of my skills by this general, just a civil servant... Hahaha, don't talk about it.

Come on, no problem!"

Mi Fang has already started to show off.

And have to admit it.

When a person is showing off, the admiring looks from around him are such a wonderful feeling...

…

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To the north of Jiangxia, not far from Cao Jun's Miankou camp, there is a pontoon bridge. After crossing the pontoon bridge, there are still some shallow water flows under the bridge. Due to the dry season, the water flow is only as high as half a person.

At the end of the pontoon is a camp of the Guan Army.

The "Liannu" and "Part-carriage" of Guan Jiajun are stored here, making it an important place for ordnance.

Perhaps because it was night, the soldiers at the camp gate seemed a little listless, stretching and yawning constantly.

The hardship caused by the rush during the day made them unable to open their eyes at all.

On the other hand, in the long grass beside the pontoon, many ambushes and crossbowmen were waiting quietly in the night. The mist filled the air and everything was very quiet.

Guan Ping and three thousand Guan's troops were lying in ambush here, waiting for Cao's army to attack at night.
To be continued...