Despite the plum rains for several days, the spring in western Hubei is not cold compared to the north. Although the Khitans do not have to attack the city themselves, driving the sign troops in the rain and shooting the Song people at the top of the city has consumed a lot of their energy. Since the plum rain season, the Liao soldiers must do something before going to bed to carefully dry the bowstrings. If the bowstrings are damp, the bowstrings will not be used. After completing this, and carefully putting the bowstrings into the leather bag, many people will sleep with relief. There are bows and arrows that are available at any time by the pillow, and the horses are tied in the same camp with people. Many Khitans believe that as long as there are these two things around them, there is nothing to worry about.

The tent was roasted warm, the thick firewood and the faint red light emitted a warm and reassuring smell. The raindrops hit the outside of the tent and made a crackling sound. "It would be better if there was no damn plum rain." Many people fell asleep soundly with such luxury. It was indeed a sleepy and quiet rainy night.

The Liao army's camp was slightly higher than the depression, not far from the Liao army's camp, and the river water was rising rapidly. The broken tree trunks, wooden stakes and animal corpses floated unusually in the river water. Under the river embankment, a stream of water was whirling uneasily, as if a river dragon was rolling under the water, constantly colliding with the fragile river embankment, hollowing out the foundation little by little. Large pieces of earth and rock mixed with branches rolled into the river water. Suddenly, streams of water seeped out of the embankment, which was already a sign of about to collapse the dam. If it were in previous years, the dam would have sounded gongs, and the garrisons and men who were sleeping under the embankment would immediately turn over, carry their hands and push, and guard the shaking river embankment at all costs. But now, the scouts on duty were also shrouded in the tent, and everything was silent, and only the sound of flowing water was heard.

The war horse was snorting uneasy, and its hooves kept digging the ground. Xiao Lulie woke up. His head was still groggy, and the Khitan soldiers around him were still snoring loudly. Xiao Lulie thought there was something wrong with the mount. He was a person who loved horses as much as his life. Although he was extremely sleepy, he still got up, walked to the front of the war horse, coaxed it with "Oh-oh--" in his throat, and slowly sootheed it with his hands. However, this method that worked very effectively in the past had no effect today. Several war horses were anxious, and one next to him began to bite the reins.

"Lu Lie, what are you doing?" A man in the same tent turned over and muttered Khitan words and complained.

"I--" Xiao Lulie had no time to explain. He heard the unusual sound of running water and raised his ears, "What's the sound?"

The sound of running water seemed to be very loud among the crackling raindrops. Xiao Lulie was used to the dry climate and was hesitating whether to poke his head out in the rain to see what was going on. At this moment, the sound of the noisy and neighing horses almost suddenly rose. When he couldn't suppress his curiosity and was about to lift the tent and go out to see what was going on, with a "wow", the whole tent collapsed, covering the Khitans who were still sleeping soundly, and even the war horses were all inside.

"Not good!" Xiao Lulie rushed out of the camp at this critical moment, and the scene in front of him made him stunned.

The entire Liao army camp has become a country of marsh. Sudden floods flooded their calves. The collapsed tent was wrapped around a thick tree trunk and swirled in the running water. People in the tent who had no time to escape were shouting for help desperately, and war horses resounded through the night sky. The tent collapsed and the camp collapsed. All kinds of noisy sounds, shouts and horror, floating crying, mixed with the sound of rain to form an extremely tragic atmosphere.

Many Khitans had never seen a flood in their lives, and they had never even heard of it. In the face of a sudden flood that almost destroyed everything, they completely lost their judgment and ability to act. They were helpless in searching for the mount closest to them, turned over and rode, and wanted to leave this hell-like place as soon as possible. However, the horses could not gain a foothold in the flood. They rushed torrents and washed away the Liao army and their men and horses. On the contrary, the signature troops collected near Fangzhou, because their ancestors had been with floods for generations, when they saw the river bank collapse, someone shouted loudly, "The dragon is out!" "It's water!" Groups of signature troops rushed to the nearby high ground, and the Liao army could not stop. In the end, they simply followed these signature troops to escape to a high place.

The flood caused by the collapse of the river bank has a very different personality from ordinary floods. Countless torrents are like dragons breaking free from shackles. At this moment, they will retaliate back to the constraints that people have given them in the past. The accumulated energy in humans is suddenly released in an instant, and a huge destructive force that human power cannot resist.

Zhao Xingde stood at a high place, and the flood was raging under his feet. The wooden sticks supported the thick felt blanket and blocked the raindrops outside. Taking advantage of the night, all the troops of the Baoyi Army moved to the established high ground. With the help of the thousand-mile mirror and the faint fire, Zhao Xingde saw the situation of the Liao army camp clearly: the flood rushed out from several collapsed breaks, rushing in all directions, and then merged and expanded from all directions. In the face of the sudden storm waves, the Liao army camp was like paper,

In a moment, it turned into nothing. The trunks of the tree held high by the flood destroyed many tents. Many Liao troops were suffocated in the camp tent like quilts, and countless people floated desperately, struggling and crying in the flood. The ropes that the Liao army set up tents became murderous weapons at this time. Many people were entangled by ropes under the water and underwater and drowned. There were whirlpools everywhere, and ghosts disheveled their heads rushed towards the struggling people and pulled them off the water surface. Not long after, they became floating corpses in the turbid current.

"Are you going to fire?" Gao Su asked. His pupils reflected light.

On the small hill where they stopped, twenty three-inch cannons lined up, and the gunners from Guanzhong held the fire slit and looked nervously at the distance. The pre-set goal was the only high ground near the Liao army camp where they could hide from floods. Many Liao soldiers had gathered there, and the water surface was still rising inch by inch at a speed that could be identified by the naked eye. The surging flood drove more and more Liao soldiers to the high ground, and the noisy people and horses came from afar.

"Wait a little longer," Zhao Xingde whispered, "The enemy is not secret enough."

The mountain road is rugged and cannot pass through the cannon cart. The four-inch cannons of the artillery battalion can only be placed on the ship, and only three-inch cannons that can be carried by a pack horse came to Fangzhou. The power of the three-inch cannon is limited, and this limited power can only be used to play the greatest deterrent effect when the enemy is most dense. Tonight's battle is tied one by one, and the bombardment of the artillery is an important link to achieve the collapse of the enemy's morale.

At this time, the sound of gongs calling the police had already sounded at the top of Fangzhou city, and torches were shaking continuously.

"It's soaring!" "The dragon is out!" Countless people were running around and calling out the police number passed down from generation to generation.

"The embankment is collapsed!" The magistrate Gao Zhen woke up from a nightmare and found that he was sweating all over and his close clothes were wet. "No! - It's going to die!" He didn't care about putting on his coat, and roared like a conditioned reflex, "Add the river embankment!" He suddenly bounced up and ran out of the door in three or two steps. Countless raindrops fell in the air, and the cold rain immediately made Gao Zhen truly wake up. Only then did he realize that he was not in the magistrate's yamen, but on the wall of the prefecture city, rolling torrents passing by under the city wall. The flood carried all kinds of debris, and the dead or alive people and animals disappeared with the waves. The rain kept pouring on his body, and the strong wind blew the "bang" the gate of the city tower behind him.

"Master Gao." The two garrison soldiers stumbled and ran, with a confused and surprised expression on their faces, and pointed to the outside, "The water suddenly rose at night, outside, the Liao soldiers, the Liao soldiers..." They were so angry that they couldn't explain clearly. However, the unobstructed view under the city wall had already explained everything.

Gao Zhen looked at all this in amazement, looking at the Liao Army Camp that was flooded by the flood. "Haha, hahahahaha!" He suddenly laughed wildly, "I'm sorry to see, save the people of my city!" The two garrison soldiers looked at him in a panic and suddenly learned that Lord Zhou was crazy. He saw that he actually knelt down at the top of the city and bowed down to the surging flood. When he raised his head, his face was already filled with tears and could not tell which tears were and which rain was.

"What are the eyes of the sky!" a garrison murmured.

"Dragon God! - This is the Dragon God's appearance!" Another person suddenly shouted excitedly, "We must build a temple for you and shape a golden body!" Following Gao Zhen, he kowtowed heavily to the flooded river. Fangzhou people have long rumored that there were dragons and river gods living in the rivers outside the city. This dragon has done evil things for generations, and I don't know how many lives of the people in Fangzhou. Only this year, the dragon seems to have changed its temperament and exerted its power, rushing away all the Khitan thieves outside the city. Blind superstition is infectious. On the top of the city, countless people and garrison soldiers were kowtowing, crying, and praising and thanking loudly.

On the distant hillside, there seemed to be a flash of fire, and then a few more flashes. In the curtain-like rain curtain, these fire lights were so weak that they could hardly see clearly. However, in a blink of an eye, "Boom--", "Boom--" and "Boom--" echoed, and the dull sound of cannons spread particularly far in the rainy night. At the beginning, everyone on the front of Fangzhou thought it was thunder.

"Fire—" "Fire—"
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