"General Qin sent word that he has arrived at the designated place."

"There is news from Lu Tiha that the ambush has been completed."

"There are unusual movements in Yangcheng County and Qinshui County, and enemy troops are dispatched. Direction: Gaizhou Prefecture."

Messages were passed back one by one by the soldiers of the Blood Blowing Guards Corps, and everything was achieved as planned.

"While our army is marching towards Gaizhou Prefecture, slow down and wait for the two enemy reinforcements to be defeated before speeding up the advance." Dadao Guan Sheng ordered: "Tell General Qin and Lu Tixia that it is better to be careful.

Absolutely no failure.”

The soldiers of the Blood Blowing Guards surrendered and retreated. The magic method was activated, and the efficiency of message transmission was quite high.

"Sir Ximen, this method is really good." Dadao Guan Sheng couldn't help but praise: "On the battlefield, intelligence determines the army's next move. Improving the efficiency of message transmission is already far ahead of the enemy. In this battle

, our army will win!"

Ximen Qing smiled slightly: "This magical method is not very magical. Most disciples of the Taoist sect know it, but because it is too common, no one has applied it to the transmission of intelligence on a large scale. Our army has taken the lead.

"

Guan Sheng twisted his beard and sighed: "If Lord Ximen stands on the other side, I really don't know how to defeat him."

"War is not what I want." Ximen Qing shook his head and said: "All the people in the world have suffered because of the war. Subduing others without fighting is the best policy. But if Tian Hu's power is allowed to expand further, it will definitely have an impact on the war in the west.

, then Xixia will either form an alliance with Tian Hu, or take advantage of the situation, and the common people will suffer, which is not a good thing for our Song Dynasty."

Guan Shengshen thought so: "The Liao Kingdom in the north is watching with eager eyes, and there is gold from tigers and wolves. The fate of our Song Dynasty is worrying!"

"The cooking cakes must be eaten one bite at a time, and the things must be done one by one." Ximen Qing said: "It is better to wipe out Tian Hu first."

Guan Sheng nodded silently, sighed several times, and immediately ordered: "The whole army continues to advance!"

...

...

"Have the spies come back?" Niu Wenzhong stayed up all night again, staring into the distance with his bloodshot eyes on the wall of Gaizhou Prefecture.

This was already the eighth time in one day that Niu Wenzhong asked for news from the spies.

The first wave of spies have returned, and the news they brought back was that reinforcements from the Song Army were suspected to have appeared. However, there was no report at all about how many people there were or what happened to Ximen Qing.

Niu Wenzhong was so irritated by the news that he only ate a little soup. The second wave of spies had not returned yet, making him restless.

"Sir, here they come...they're back!" The soldiers rushed up to the tower with shouts.

"Where are the people?!"

Niu Wenzhong turned around fiercely, with a ferocious look on his face: "Why didn't they come up with you?"

The soldiers were so frightened that they were dumbfounded. Niu Wenzhong had already put his hand on the saber at his waist. At this time, the spy leader panted and showed his head from behind the soldiers, which made Niu Wenzhong relax slightly.

The soldier wiped his sweat and stepped aside. The leader of the spies hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Sir, there are about 50,000 to 60,000 reinforcements from the Song Army. It seems that they are all dispatched to Gaizhou Mansion!"

"What?" Niu Wenzhong shouted sharply: "Fifty or sixty thousand people? Have you really seen it clearly?"

The spy leader replied: "The villain is in a group of three, and they can all see it clearly. There is absolutely no mistake in the team's blood-blowing flag."

"Fifty or sixty thousand... Fifty or sixty thousand." Niu Wenzhong pondered for a while and then ordered: "All the soldiers in the city should go to the city wall and stand ready! The people in the city, regardless of men, women, old and young, as long as they can move, all of them will act as soldiers.

Labor!”

"Seize the entire city's rations! Combat soldiers will be given rations according to the standard! Others, etc., will be given the minimum standard!"

"Send a message to General An and General Chu. Once the Song army is held back, we can cooperate internally and externally to annihilate them in one go! Before that, no troops are allowed to be sent out at will!"

Niu Wenzhong gave an order, and the city suddenly became like a war. The people's rations were collected uniformly. After being exhausted from doing hard labor every day, they went to the ration distribution office in the city to receive a steamed bun and half a bowl of gruel.

Previously, all the young laborers had fled, and the remaining ones were forcibly recruited by Niu Wenzhong to replenish the army; this time, the remaining ones were women, old and children who could not run away and were ready to die.

The steamed buns are no bigger than a fist, and the porridge is so thin that you can barely get out the rice grains, and you can almost see the silhouette of a person in it.

This minimum standard can only make people barely survive, and they feel hungry at any time.

...

...

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Piwei General An Shirong looked at the fifteen thousand soldiers behind him and shouted orders.

Why did Ximen Qing's army deliberately pass through the middle of Yangcheng and Qinshui counties?

This has always puzzled An Shirong.

Logically speaking, the shortest route should start from Gaoping County, go straight to the southwest, and pass south of Yangcheng County. The route chosen by Ximen Qing's army can be said to have taken quite a circle.

Is it some kind of show of showing off one's strength? Or is there another purpose?

Since An Shirong led his army to set off, he has become more and more confused.

But An Shirong never imagined that Ximen Qing's primary purpose of sending troops this time was not to build the state capital, but the 40,000 troops in Yangcheng County and Qinshui County.

This is Ximen Qing's purpose to encircle a point, recruit reinforcements, and eliminate the enemy's effective strength.

An Shirong was worried and hurried on his horse. Unexpectedly, a trumpet sounded from the front and a group of people, probably thousands of people, rushed out.

One of the generals wore a scarlet lacquer hat on his head, which looked like it was stained with blood. He also wore a crimson battle robe that looked like flames, with chain mail underneath. In his hand was a huge mace with steel nails on it.

An Shirong was secretly shocked, could this be Qin Ming, the Thunderbolt Fire under Ximen Qing?

I saw the approaching general reining in his horse and shouting loudly: "The thunderbolt fire is here, won't General Piwei dismount and be captured?"

An Shirong knew that Qin Ming was very skilled in martial arts and could fight in and out of thousands of troops with a mace, so he was a good opponent. He urgently ordered the soldiers to stabilize their positions, stepped forward with long spears and shouted: "The grass thieves in Liangshan dare to come here."

Show off your power! Others are afraid of you, but An is not afraid of you!"

Qin Ming's fiery character was forced to go up Liangshan to Luo Cao because of Song Jiang, Wu Yong and others' plans. He hated being called a "grass thief" the most in his life. Hear An Shirong say this, let alone talk, cross

Mace, he rode straight towards him and wanted to fight An Shirong to the death.

Qin Ming wielded his mace, and An Shirong waved his spear. The two fought together, with soldiers on both sides cheering.

An Shirong was unable to fight, and the more he fought, the more frightened he became. Qin Ming's mace flew up and down, without any flaws at all, and his moves were fierce, either grabbing the head and covering the face, or stabbing straight across.

An Shirong was timid, feinted a shot, turned his horse and retreated towards the main formation; Qin Ming pursued closely, pointing the mace in his hand, and the soldiers behind him rushed over like a tide; the soldiers on An Shirong's side could not resist it.

There are signs of collapse.

An Shirong was panic-stricken. He didn't know where he had lost his heroic spirit just now. He didn't care about Gaizhou Prefecture and led his soldiers to rush left and right to return to Qinshui County.

After retreating for seven or eight miles in one breath, An Shirong counted the number of people escaping from Qin and Ming's pursuit. He made one of three stops and complained secretly under a big locust tree by the roadside.

I knew that Ximen Qing's move would be problematic, but An Shirong never thought that this "problem" was directed at him.

Just as he was panting, he heard the sound of a cannon, and a group of thousands of men and horses shot out from nowhere and blocked the way.

The leader was wearing a helmet and carrying armor, and a sword of mourning was shining brightly in his hand. An Shirong saw it and didn't recognize it.

"An Shirong is here, why don't you dismount and surrender?" The general shouted loudly, shaking his mourning sword, and thousands of soldiers rushed forward, immediately smashing An Shirong's remaining soldiers into pieces.

An Shirong was so angry that he got on his horse, raised his gun and charged straight at the man.

The man blocked An Shirong's spear with the Sangmen Sword in his hand, and said, "Slow down! Do you know Zhen Sanshan Huang Xin?"

An Shirong shouted angrily: "Thieves in the water are like ants, how can they know everything?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the spear in his hand turned like a strange python, not leaving Huang Xin's vitals.

Huang Xin raised his sword to resist left and right, and started to dance. Gradually there was the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling, which made An Shirong upset.

At this moment, the soldiers behind shouted in horror. It turned out that Qin Ming, the thunderbolt fire, had arrived and attacked from both sides. How could An Shirong's soldiers withstand it? It was like falling flowers and running water. Everyone just wanted to throw away their weapons and run away.

.

Seeing that the situation was over, An Shirong forced Huang Xin away with a long spear and turned his horse. Unexpectedly, he caught up with Qin Ming, who came on horseback and swung his mace, smashing his helmet through the top and smashing it to pieces.

Huang Xin, who was in charge of Sanshan, was overjoyed. He joined forces with his general Qin Ming to sweep away the enemy troops, killing them until the sky was dark and the ground was dark, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

...

...

Chu Heng, the general of Biaowei, led his troops to support Gaizhou Prefecture in a hurry. Just twenty miles out of the city, a troop of soldiers suddenly cut off the soldiers. Chu Heng heard the soldiers shouting and hurriedly led hundreds of soldiers to dare to come. He saw the big black horse.

There was a fat monk with a water-milled Zen staff in his hand that was like an oolong, killing the soldiers until they cried for father and mother; there was also a big man with a steel knife in his hand, as if he was entering an uninhabited land, charging back and forth, his uniform was soaked with blood, and his men

Still extremely vicious.

When Chu Heng saw that the enemy soldiers were all dressed in Song soldier uniforms, as if they had fallen from the sky; the monks and the Han Dynasty were skilled in martial arts, he felt a sense of fear in his heart.

After he shouted at the soldiers and stepped forward, the monk saw Chu Heng's eyes becoming more and more fierce and did not say anything. The Zen staff came straight at him. Chu Heng was frightened. He used the spear in his hand to block it. As soon as he touched it, he knew that the weight of the Zen staff was extraordinary.

.

The spear in Chu Heng's hand was bent out of shape by the blow, so he simply put it aside, pulled out the steel knife from his waist, turned his horse and walked away.

The monk was naturally Lu Zhishen. The power of the sixty-four-pound water-milled Zen staff was extraordinary, and he was able to force Chu Heng back with one blow.

The big man wielding the sword was Shi Xiu, the desperate Saburo. Without saying a word, he rushed over like a whirlwind and used the sword. Chu Heng's mount let out a mournful cry, and two of its four hooves were chopped off, knocking Chu Heng off the horse.

Come.

Chu Heng was also unlucky. He rolled off the horse and was pinned down by the horse's body, unable to move. Shi Xiu rushed over, cut off his head, tied it around his waist, turned around and charged again!
Chapter completed!