Wang Hu looked at the enemy's movements, which meant to trap him, use him as bait, wait for Su Mao to come to help, and then use his superior forces to wipe out all the reinforcements.

So today the enemy troops walked out of the mountain, which means that Su Mao had arrived and they were rushing to the battlefield to wipe out Su Mao's 40,000 troops!

According to the opponent's troops, this result is likely to be achieved, not only because of the opponent's number advantage, but also because of their thousands of cavalry, Youzhou Raiders!

Although they were unharmed under the attack of the cavalry, they could not deny the combat effectiveness of the cavalry because they were not used to attack the toughest, but to rush into the formation.

On the Yiluo Plain, the Youzhou thunder cavalry can exert its maximum power and destroy Su Mao's army. At that time, the 30,000 elite soldiers who defeated Ren Shang, the Youzhou thunder cavalry only dispatched 4,000.

After Su Mao was destroyed, the army turned back to deal with him. At that time, there might be no need to attack, but he would be trapped to death by just sleeping. Because Wang Hu only brought eight days of military rations this time, but now it has been five days, and more than half of the military rations have been consumed.

Wang Hu suddenly felt that he was in a desperate situation, as if he could not escape the predicament in front of him. He tried hard to control himself and not think about the result. Now he should quickly think of a way out and a way, and not waste time worrying and fearing.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when he was out of his way to deal with Su Mao and had no time to pay attention to him, he could lead his army to escape. The road ahead was blocked, so he could only escape into the mountains behind him.

Wang Hu looked behind him. It was the rolling Mang Mountain. He thought if he could lead his brothers to climb the top of the mountain, drill into Mang Mountain, and slowly find the way back to Luoyang.

Wang Hu's thoughts had already floated into the mountains. Although he was not as familiar with Mangshan as Ren Shang and might get lost in the mountains, he could always find people in the mountains to lead the way. Although he only had three days of food, there were fruits and springs in the mountains, which always allowed him to keep his belly wrapped.

Wang Hu's order had reached his mouth, but he woke up suddenly. He had always thought about escaping, but never thought about fighting. The premise for his escape was the destruction of Su Mao's army and the failure of the Han army, but never thought that the Han army might also win.

Perhaps Su Mao's army was fighting bloody, perhaps Youzhou cavalry could not break the Han army's front, perhaps Su Mao was still hoping that he could return to the army and attack the enemy's army with him, perhaps Ren Shang had gone around to Mengjin Ferry and burned down the enemy's food and grass, and perhaps Luoyang would send more troops to rescue.

It is still in the war, and the outcome is not decided. He just wants to fail and escape. This is escaping at the last minute! It is a shame for the soldiers! It will always mark the Changshui Camp of the Yulin Army!

A strong sense of shame surged in Wang Hu's heart. Although he just wanted to do it and hadn't done it yet, it made him feel ashamed.

He could not do such a thing. He was the commander of Changshui Camp, representing the Yulin Army. He was the "Tiger of the Stream Bridge" that made the enemy scared!

He looked at his hands, red, and it seemed to be carrying Jing Dan's blood, which was the blood of Youzhou Tuqi. He had defeated that powerful cavalry, and Tuqi was also a human being, and would also be defeated and flee. It was no different from other troops, and Tuqi would also fail.

Why can't he defeat them again?

Wang Hu stepped down the mountain and returned to Zhucun and issued an order: "Sleep, sleep well! Eat, eat, eat, accumulate energy, and prepare for battle!"

Late at night that day, the world was silent, and the howlings of wolves in the mountains occasionally came, adding to the darkness to the night. Wang Hu personally led a 300 suicide squad, moving forward along the ridge to the north, stepping on the dead branches, making a crackling sound.

No one spoke, and three hundred people were heading towards the faint flames in the enemy camp at the foot of the mountain. The ground was bumpy and people kept falling down. The people next to them reached out and pulled their robes up and continued to move forward.

After walking for about half an hour, the suicide squad slowly slipped down the hillside and approached the enemy camp. There seemed to be tens of thousands of soldiers in the continuous tent, but Wang Hu knew that most of them had been pulled out to fight Su Mao, and there might be only thousands of people in the enemy camp.

Wang Hu ordered everyone to rest for a while, and then he stood up, the long sabre of horse-killing was already in his hand, and he spat out a word from his throat: "Kill!"

Three hundred people roared into the enemy camp and knocked over the enemy they encountered with one knife. They threw the torch towards the tent in front of them and ignited the flames soaring into the sky.

The enemy began to be in chaos. The soldiers ran out of the tent, but saw men in black who looked like gods, carrying long sabers and rushing around the camp. A general stood under the banner, waved his sword, summoned his soldiers. Wang Hu rushed forward and chopped him into two sections with one knife, and the upper and lower halfs fell to the ground respectively. The scene was so tragic that the soldiers beside him were scared to escape.

Wang Hu didn't know the direction, but only rushed to the place where the crowds were the most. He raised the saber and was covered with blood. He rushed into the flock of sheep like a tiger. Wherever he passed, his limbs flew around and blood flowed all over the ground.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Form a formation, quickly form a formation!"

"Tiger of the Stream Bridge!"

At this time, a roar of roars like a tsunami sounded, and all the soldiers of the Changshui Camp of the Yulin Army in Zhu Village were killed.

They were preparing for it. When the enemy camp fired, they rushed out of the village, rushed through the stream, and shouted together to kill into the enemy camp.

The chaotic enemy troops were even more chaotic. Three hundred people were just music before the banquet. Five thousand people rushed in and the gluttonous dinner officially started.

That night, the camp that had been stretching for more than ten miles was filled with fire, and screams kept ringing. The soldiers fled everywhere and trampled on each other, and countless dead were dead.

By dawn, the battlefield had returned to peace, and only blood was everywhere, corpses all over the ground, and the wounded were moaning in pain.

In this battle, the Changshui Camp of the Yulin Army used 5,000 elite troops to capture the enemy's camp and kill more than 2,000 people. Perhaps more of the enemy's troops trampled on each other and died.

Wang Hu rushed out of the lonely village with a hearty victory and planted the flag at the entrance of the mountain.

However, this is not the end, it is just the beginning.

Wang Hu faced another choice at this time, whether to attack the enemy with Su Mao south, or to rush north to Mengjin Ferry and burn the enemy's food and grass directly.

He knew that he should not stay here at this time, but should go immediately, whether to go south or north, he should make a quick decision.

Wang Hu decided to go south.

At this time, the Changshui Camp of the Yulin Army was already in the open and lost the concealment of sneak attacks. If he went north, he would be caught by the Youzhou cavalry before he could arrive in Mengjin. His infantry speed could not be compared with the cavalry. Even if he arrived in Mengjin first, he must have prepared there.

Wang Hu led his army to the south and encountered the enemy when it was bright and bright. This was an infantryman of more than 10,000 people and met Changshui Camp head-on.

The two armies fought fiercely for half an hour, and another infantry arrived, but they were still the enemy, with more people than the one just now. The two enemy troops joined forces to surround Changshui Camp.

The scene at Changshuiying at this time was even more surprising than when he was in Zhucun. It was a plain and dependent on nothing, no village or hillside, and it was a real death place.

Wang Hu ordered his soldiers to block the chariots on the periphery and form a circular formation. Each chariot had crossbow soldiers and several long soldiers. The center of the chariot was archers and swords and shield soldiers.

It was a traditional tactic of the Han army to form a formation with chariots. When Wei Qing and Yi Zhixie Shanyu fought in the northern desert, they used Wugang chariots to shoot and kill Hun cavalry with strong crossbows, and then sent light cavalry to fight, breaking into the Hun army from the flanks. Li Ling went out of the frontier with 5,000 infantry and encountered the main force of the Hun Chanyu. He also formed a formation with chariots and placed a strong crossbow in the middle, shooting and killing Hun cavalry in large numbers until he was surrounded by ten times of cavalry and surrendered.

Wang Hu faced several times the enemy and fought to the death with the chariot formation. The soldiers were all red-eyed and burst out with infinite power when they were on the verge of despair, causing significant damage to the enemy.

At this time, the enemy was still coming in a steady stream. One hour later, thousands of cavalry came and began to attack the chariot formation.

As the enemy army increased, Wang Hu's heart slowly sank to the bottom of the valley, and a large number of enemy troops arrived. There was only one explanation. The war in the south ended and Su Mao's army was wiped out.

Then now Changshui Camp is truly alone.

Wang Hu had no time to think about victory or failure. He just waved his sabre, picked up, pricked, raised, and chopped down. One enemy death after another numbed his nerves. He did these things, like a blacksmith hitting iron blocks one by one, or like a carpenter sawing the wood in front of him one by one.

Killing is his profession, and being killed is his destination.

He watched the enemy fall down one by one under the blow of the crossbow, without any joy. He watched the robe beside him being pierced by the enemy's spear, without any sadness. Don't be easily touched by others' fate, maybe the next one is yourself.

The general is bound to die in front of the battlefield, and he has nothing to complain about.

Now that the army is defeated, only his alone army is fighting to the death under the siege of ten times the enemy. He knows that he can't pass this level today, and there are no reinforcements and no one to save him.

If Changshui Camp wants to escape from heaven, unless a miracle occurs, it is difficult for miracles to happen.

But miracles do exist, and they always come inadvertently. When all the teenagers in the Yulin despair, miracles appear.

The enemy retreated.

The enemy's coming and going were like a tide, and when they came, they were thunderous, but when they retreated, they were thunderous. There was no sign at all, and the enemy retreated in an instant, retreating cleanly.

The Yulin Army escaped from death. Wang Hu didn't even have time to count the killing and wounding, so he immediately ordered the return of the army. The tired soldiers marched back to Luoyang.

After waiting in Luoyang City, Wang Hu realized that Su Mao had indeed approached the Mangshan Pass and encountered a large group of enemy troops there. The two armies started an encounter. When the fierce battle was in full swing, thousands of Youzhou cavalry broke into Su Mao's army from the flanks, directly causing the entire army to collapse. Su Mao fled all the way back to Luoyang, with only three thousand people left.

Another big defeat was exactly the same as Ren Shang's big defeat last year, and Luoyang lost another 40,000 troops. The only highlight of this battle was that the Changshui Camp of the Yulin Army defeated the more with fewer defeats, attacked the camp at night, and annihilated 5,000 enemies. I don't know whether it was to save some face for the Luoyang army or to make the Luoyang army even more embarrassed.

Now that this battle has fallen, Luoyang City has once again tasted the taste of failure.

But there is still a little suspense on this battlefield, that is: Where did Ren Shang go?
Chapter completed!