Seeing that Lei Tengfeng had calmed down, Lei Zhenting walked to the side and sat down. Mo Xiuyao's sudden revival was quite a shock to him, and he had no choice but to reconsider everything. Mo Xiuyao definitely would not have faked his death for no reason, and even gave up the advantage that the Mohist army had gained in the early stages. At this point, Lei Zhenting was naturally able to discern a trace of the truth. If the war continued according to the original situation, it would take at least three to five years before a victor could be decided. Now it seemed that … Mo Xiuyao's act of faking his death was obviously to quickly resolve this stalemate. And it was obviously very effective, at least … Mo Jingli had most likely already been dealt with by him. Otherwise, the Mohist army would not have been able to cross Liyang so quickly. And that army of close to a million … that was definitely Mo Jingli's original army.
"Mo Jingli, that trash! I really overestimated him. "Lei Zhenting said in a low voice.
"Father, Mo Jingli was never Mo Xiuyao's opponent." Lei Tengfeng frowned. Lei Zhenting laughed coldly: "Opponent?! If I guessed correctly, that trash was crippled by Mo Xiuyao before he could even exchange blows with Mo Xiuyao. Otherwise, where do you think Mo Xiuyao's hundreds of thousands of soldiers came from? Mo Xiuyao is not a god, and the North has been in chaos for years, and the population is already sparse. How did he create an army of 700,000 to 800,000 soldiers in such a short time? "An army was not something that could be formed as long as it was a person. Furthermore, it had to be a young and strong man who had undergone some basic training. Otherwise, with so many people on the battlefield, once chaos broke out, they would be trampled to death without killing their own people.
"Father, you mean to say that Mo Xiuyao's eight hundred thousand soldiers were seized from Mo Jingli's hands?" Lei Tengfeng asked in shock.
Lei Zhenting laughed coldly: "Is there any other possibility? You just said … Murong Shen and Marquis Nan are not in the army? " Lei Tengfeng nodded. Although he did not fully understand this matter, Lei Tengfeng still felt that something was wrong when he linked it to Mo Xiuyao's sudden appearance. Then, he reported everything to Lei Zhenting without missing a single detail. Lei Zhenting frowned. Not to mention Lei Tengfeng, even he himself could not understand where Marquis Nan and Murong Shen could have gone instead of waiting to meet up with Mo Xiuyao and return to Feihong Pass together. Since he could not figure it out, he could only put it aside for the time being. After Lei Zhenting instructed his generals and aides to pay attention to Mo Xiuyao and Mo Jingli's movements in Southern Chu, he turned his gaze back to Feihong Pass. At this point, with Mo Xiuyao's speed, it was already too late for them to retreat. Moreover, if they retreated with their tails between their legs, where would the West-Hill put its face? If Mo Xiuyao continued to pursue them, it would be even worse for the West-Hill. In addition, Lei Zhenting had a vague premonition that this time … would be the last time he fought with the Mohist army.
At Feihong Pass, the Mohist army was still dressed in mourning, waiting for battle. At the foot of Feihong Pass, the Xiling Army was similarly imposing, eyeing covetously. On the city gate tower, Ye Li and Old General Yuan Pei stood side by side. Beside them stood Feng Zhiyao, Leng Haoyu, Han Mingyue, Qin Feng, and the others. General Yuan Pei chuckled and said, "It seems that Lei Zhenting is determined to take Feihong Pass. Looking at this situation … he will not retreat until he takes Feihong Pass. "Feng Zhiyao frowned and said," Did Lei Zhenting take the wrong medicine? His injuries haven't healed yet, have they? "
Ye Li nodded and said indifferently, "His injuries won't heal without two or three months."
"Look over there …" Han Mingyue, who was standing on the side, raised his hand and pointed. Everyone looked in the direction he pointed. At the back of the army, where the flag was fluttering, stood a tall man in armor. Feng Zhiyao frowned and said, "That is … Lei Tengfeng, why is he here? Shouldn't he be with General Murong and the others … could it be … "Ye Li said firmly," No, Lei Tengfeng alone can't deal with Marquis Nan and General Murong. Lei Tengfeng's face doesn't look good. Something must have happened over there. "Han Mingyue raised his eyebrows and said," Princess is so confident? If so, why haven't General Murong and Marquis Nan come back yet? "Ye Li frowned and shook his head," This … I don't know. "
Han Mingxi rubbed his forehead and groaned. He pointed below and said, "I say, we should be worried about the people below. More than six hundred thousand soldiers … they can even smash Feihong Pass with stones, can't they? "
Yuan Pei glanced at Han Mingxi with dissatisfaction and said, "Kid Han, what are you talking about? As long as I am still alive, Feihong Pass will not be broken!"
"Then you must live a long, long life." Han Mingxi's lips curled into a smile.
The people on the city tower were talking happily, but the West-Hill generals below were not in a good mood. Especially when they saw the large number of white clothes. Originally, they were bleak and heavy in the eyes of the West-Hill people. Now, in the eyes of the West-Hill people, they were clearly mocking them. A hot-tempered West-Hill general took the lead and rushed out. He pointed his spear at the city tower and shouted, "People of the Mohist army, come down and accept your death!"
On the city tower, Feng Zhiyao curled his lips and said, "It seems that the West-Hill people have taken the wrong medicine today. Well, I will come and meet you. " Feng Zhiyao supported himself on the city wall with his right hand. A flamboyant red robe directly floated down from the city tower. On the battlefield, Feng Zhiyao also put away his usual folding fan. He unfolded the long sword in his hand and stabbed toward the general. The general was also a famous fierce general in the West-Hill army. He had a deep hatred with the Mohist army. His family was among the people that Mo Xiuyao killed in the Emperor Of Xiling. At this time, seeing Feng Zhiyao rushing over, he also raised his spear and stabbed at Feng Zhiyao without dodging. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged seven or eight moves. No one had the upper hand. Feng Zhiyao's thin lips slightly curved and whispered, "It's a bit interesting. I want to see what ability you have to dare to ask the Mohist army to accept your death. "
"Princess, something is wrong …" Yuan Pei, who was suddenly watching the battle, narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Quickly call Feng San back!" Unfortunately, it was too late. Before Yuan Pei's voice died away, the West-Hill army had already shot thousands of arrows in the direction of Feng Zhiyao. The people on the tower couldn't help but exclaim, "Feng San?!" In the face of such a sudden change, Feng Zhiyao was shocked but not panicked. He swooped forward and landed on the horse of the West-Hill general who wanted to take the opportunity to withdraw from the battlefield. The West-Hill general turned over and wanted to knock Feng Zhiyao off his horse. However, he didn't expect to feel a chill on his neck and fall off the horse himself. After Feng Zhiyao killed the West-Hill general, he didn't dare to stay for a moment. He flew in the direction of the city tower. Finally, at the last moment when the arrows hit him, he fell into a circle of barriers in front of the city gate and avoided a disaster.
Lying on the ground, Feng Zhiyao gasped for breath and sweated profusely. Just now, he had clearly felt the arrow piercing through his head. To be able to dodge this sudden attack, it was really a stroke of good fortune.
Just as Feng Zhiyao was gasping for breath and secretly cursing Lei Zhenting for being despicable, the two armies had already started fighting. Soon, the city gate opened and countless Mohist army soldiers rushed out of the gate. The Xiling Army had too many people. If they didn't go out of the city to resist the enemy, once Lei Zhenting went all out and persevered to climb the city wall, the Feihong Pass would fall sooner or later. The best way was to prevent the Xiling Army from approaching the city tower of the Feihong Pass. However, this would cause too much damage to the Mohist army. It was unknown how long they could hold on. But now, there was nothing they could do but defend to the death.
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