Wang Meng has been blaming himself for the night attack. Because of his negligence, hundreds of brothers lost their lives. If he hadn't been greedy for a few glasses of wine, if he hadn't fallen asleep, if he had walked a few more times, and urged the sentries to be alert, this might not have happened.

His Majesty the Emperor was very generous to him, which made him even more ashamed. Wang Meng felt sorry for his brothers and even more sorry for His Majesty. His Majesty has always trusted him very much, and let his guard beside him. In addition to the hundreds of personal bodyguards of Niu Decao, his Zhonglei Camp was the second barrier around the emperor. His Majesty almost handed his life to him, but he was so unsuccessful that he let His Majesty down and almost caused a disaster.

Wang Meng, who has always been able to eat and sleep, has been unable to sleep and eat these days. After thinking about it, he could only use his own blood to wash away this shame, and only use the battle on the battlefield to calm his mood.

After so many days of holding it in, the opportunity finally came, and Wang Meng's eyes were red in an instant. He wanted to go into battle, he wanted to charge, and he wanted to let the thieves who came to the camp secretly receive the punishment they deserve.

Not only Wang Meng, not only Zhonglei Camp, but also the soldiers of the entire army were holding their breath. They had been stationed under Chencang City for so many days. Except for a water battle, they were blocked in the camp and scolded them almost every day. If His Majesty had not been allowed to fight, these men would have rushed out to fight desperately.

The Han army occupied the power of the terrain and defended the camp. The path of war was very clear, that is, to use bows and arrows to consume the opponent's vitality first and attack the enemy's morale. When the opponent is tired, then use elite troops to attack the camp and fight back, and win in one fell swoop.

The war began in this direction.

The enemy army rushed over and attacked, and the Han army's strong bows and crossbows were fired together, and arrows were splashed on the enemy's formation like water. Gengshi army fell in pieces, and the entire dark clouds were shattered into pieces. The enemy could not advance under the attack of the powerful crossbows, so they had to withdraw their troops.

From morning to noon, Gengshi Army attacked several times and was unable to break through the defense line of the Han army. Instead, it lost its troops and generals and left countless bodies on the large field.

After noon, it was the time when people were trapped and horses were exhausted, and the Gengshi army began to attack again.

The beginning of this time is no different from the morning. It is still a sea of ​​people. The crowd rushed to the front with arrows, approached the camp, removed the defensive objects such as the horse, and opened the attack channel. By this time, the enemy's losses were already huge. Logically speaking, it was time to retreat again.

However, this time it was different. Behind the ragged soldiers, a team of neatly-clad armor suddenly rushed out, followed the road cleared by the front army, and quickly rushed to the edge of the camp of the Central Army's camp. A contact battle broke out instantly.

The young men of the Yulin Army stabbed down with spears and halberds from a high place, while the enemy outside the camp cut off the fence with axe and tried to open the passage. Some of the enemy even jumped directly over the fence, jumped into the camp, and then used ring knives to harvest the lives of the crossbowmen.

The Yulin sabers and shield soldiers rushed forward to jointly suppress them, but after killing one or two, more brave enemy troops jumped in. For a moment, the emperor's central army camp was a little nervous.

The scene in front of me is very similar to a copy of the night attack. It is also a death-death man, and it is also a fierce attack on the central army and taking the emperor directly. This tactic is obviously a one-man approach.

Wang Meng knelt directly in front of the emperor and shouted: "Your Majesty, Zhonglei Camp requests to attack!"

The emperor glanced at him and said, "Your team leader cannot represent the Zhonglei Camp."

At this time, the fake lieutenant of Zhonglei Camp immediately bowed and said, "Zhonglei Camp asks His Majesty for permission to go out to meet the enemy!"

The emperor nodded. The situation could no longer be defended, and it was time to attack.

The flag was waving, and each battalion opened the camp gate, the horses galloped, the soldiers were wearing strong and holding sharp edges, and drove out of the camp in groups. The entire battlefield was drums, the trumpets were roaring, and the shouts were shaking, and the real decisive battle began.

Wang Meng stood in front of the entire army, the first row of the Yulin Army, and the flag of the Zhonglei Captain was flying above his head.

When he was not in the battle, he was so anxious that his face turned red and his neck was thick. At this time, he only had Leng Su on his face. The Yulin Army was in a tight formation, holding long weapons in his hands, and approaching straight ahead, the most brave thousands of enemy troops approached step by step.

Those were the seven thousand elite soldiers selected by Yan Cen himself. Most of them were elite soldiers from Nanyang, all of whom had been fighting for many years, and the trump card of the Gengshi Army in Hanzhong. These people were the foundation for Liu Jia and Yan Cen to settle down in Hanzhong and even in Guanzhong.

They had experienced the Kunyang War. They had captured Luoyang and stepped into Chang'an on war horses. They went from Nanyang to Guanzhong, from Guanzhong to Hanzhong. This was a team of honor, a real powerhouse.

The Yulin Army, a young army that was established for only one year, was only seventeen or eighteen years old. Some of them had followed the emperor to suppress the powerful, and some had experienced the battle to break through Chang'an. Judging from their qualifications and achievements, they naturally could not match the elite soldiers of Nanyang.

Yan Cen was behind the team, looking at the battle ahead from afar. His face turned red and the muscles on his face twitched from time to time. He felt nervous and very excited. He was like a gambler who had been rushing, placing all his hopes on his Nanyang elite soldiers.

Seeing that the Han army was brave, Gengshi's army was at a disadvantage, and the front line was retreating more and more, and only his seven thousand Nanyang elite soldiers were still ahead. Yan Cen believed in the combat effectiveness of Nanyang elite soldiers. They were good at attacking more with fewer attacks and could often defeat enemies several times. Didn't Liu Xiu defeat the 400,000 Wang Mang army with three thousand Nanyang elite soldiers?

As long as the elite troops in Nanyang defeat the opponent's central army camp and directly defeat the dog emperor Liu Yu, the war will be reversed immediately and become a complete victory for the Hanzhong Gengshi Army.

Yan Cen muttered, not knowing what he was muttering. Liu Jia next to him was talking to him, but he didn't hear clearly. Liu Jia spoke again. Yan Cen suddenly turned his head and stared at the King of Hanzhong without saying a word. The blood in his eyes made him look hideous and terrifying. Liu Jia was so scared that he immediately shut up and secretly took the horse to the side.

Yan Cen's eyes were turning to the distance, and the Yulin Army was approaching step by step. The elite soldiers of Nanyang whom he relied on also formed a formation to advance forward. The two armies kept approaching, twenty steps and ten steps. Finally, the Nanyang Army accelerated and ran forward, and the two armies collided.

From a distance, the two armies were clearly clad and could clearly distinguish their respective fronts. At the moment of contact with each other, the Yulin Army obviously retreated, and the elite soldiers of Nanyang compressed the opponent's front with their strong impact.

Yan Cen's heart was pounding, as if it was about to pop out of his chest. He was waiting anxiously, waiting for the moment when the Yulin Army front collapsed, the elite soldiers of Nanyang had moved forward countless times, like today, from the moment they contacted and directly defeated the enemy.
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