"What a good Han Wenbin. When did he start plotting this?"
In his shock, Yang Si took a big step forward and almost stepped on the outer garment that had slipped off his shoulder. If Qiguan Rang had not been kind enough to hold him up, he would have fallen. With great difficulty, he steadied his feet. His eyes widened as he stared at the orange-red flames burning in the central camp.
The orange-red firelight was like colorful ink, forcefully and domineeringly spreading out on the black cloth of the night.
Qiguan Rang calculated the time in his mind and found out that Han Yu had planned this before Xu Pei entered the barbican.
In other words, Han Yu advised Xu Pei to retreat to the barbican to stabilize the situation. At the same time, he planned the ambush to turn the situation around.
The army surrounded the barbican to deplete their morale and increase the number of deserters.
The more deserters there were, the lower the morale of the army and the lower the combat power.
Unexpectedly, Han Yu took advantage of this. He put on a show to confuse them and asked the soldiers to pretend to be deserters to leave the barbican. The deserters were young and strong. After they left the barbican, most of them became refugees and bandits. A small number of them sought refuge with Jiang Pengji.
Of course, they were the deserters of the lowest level. They couldn't meet Jiang Pengji at all. They were recruited as ordinary soldiers.
For the sake of safety, these deserters would be put on probation for a while. They wouldn't be allowed to go to the battlefield. The most they could do was to do some trivial things in the rear, such as washing clothes, setting up camp, and carrying weapons. They wouldn't be allowed to touch things like water and grains.
Even so, Yang Si and the others still fell into the trap and Han Yu achieved his goal. The deserters behaved themselves. They only worked in a certain area and didn't show any flaws. When the signal was given, they gathered together and robbed the enemy's weapons, which caught the enemy off guard.
The number of "deserters" who surrendered to Han Yu was not large, but it was not small either. Their sudden attack gave Han Yu the upper hand.
Xie Ze pretended to be a deserter early in the morning and successfully met with the "bandits and refugees" outside the barbican. He acted according to Han Yu's plan.
He was worried about the lack of weapons, grains, and horses. He didn't expect that Han Yu had already prepared them.
At this moment, Xie Ze vaguely understood why Han Yu insisted on defending the barbican and refused to fight no matter how the enemy cursed him.
It wasn't that Han Yu didn't want to fight, it was that he had moved some of the supplies outside the city, so the supplies inside the city weren't enough to fight the enemy head-on.
In order not to arouse the enemy's suspicion, Han Yu took great pains.
Thinking of this, Xie Ze did not know whether he should admire this military advisor or fear him.
"Success or failure depends on this —"
Xie Ze put on his armor and picked up his weapon. He gathered his troops and prepared to set off.
Following Han Yu's arrangement, the operation went smoothly. Although the enemy's defense was tight, the sudden sneak attack still tore a hole in their defense line. He ordered his soldiers to burn down the tents and create chaos. At the same time, he charged towards the main tent of the central army.
Just as they were about to fall asleep, many people were woken up by the loud horn as soon as they fell asleep.
The enemy came in a menacing manner, and the hastily constructed defense could not stop them at all. The enemy actually broke through the layers of defense and arrived at the main camp.
The flames of war spread rapidly.
At this hour, Liyun was still awake.
When the sneak attack happened, Li Yun was patrolling on the other side of the camp. When he heard that there was an enemy sneak attack, he hurried over.
"Enemy attack —"
When Liyun arrived, he saw that his lord's tent was ablaze. The rest of the camp was also engulfed in a sea of flames.
The battle cries of both the enemy and his allies soared to the sky!
Looking at the fire on three sides of the main camp, the enemy had at least ten thousand people.
In the chaos of war, no one knew where they popped out from.
There were ten thousand people!
The army was guarding the barbican tightly. How could these soldiers avoid the scouts' eyes and ears and sneak attack the main camp?
Liyun immediately saw Xie Ze, who was raising his spear to kill.
"I will deal with this person. All of you quickly go and find the lord. Do not disobey!"
The soldiers said, "Yes!"
If anything happened to the lord, they could atone for their sins with their lives.
Liyun's expression was as cold as ice. He suddenly tightened his grip on the white belly of his warhorse and rushed over with his spear.
With a clang, the two spears collided, making a sound that made people's teeth ache.
Liyun skillfully pushed away Xie Ze's attack with his wrist and blocked his killer move, saving one of his soldiers.
"Xie Ze? It's actually you! "
Liyun snorted coldly. His spear fiercely attacked Xie Ze's vital points.
If he was hit, it would definitely pierce through his heart.
Xie Ze pursed his lips tightly. He also recognized Liyun, the young general who had inherited the Xie family's martial arts. Due to the urgency of the war, Xie Ze had not had the time to ask for instructions from his family. Liyun's face was illuminated by the orange-red flames, softening the sharpness of his aura.
With just one glance, a portrait hanging in his father's study flashed across Xie Ze's mind.
The man in the portrait was dressed in a black Confucian robe. He was dignified and elegant, but did not lose his heroic spirit. His appearance was like the spirit of heaven and earth.
This man was fifty to sixty percent similar to the Liyun in front of him!
In a flash, Xie Ze remembered the man's identity. He was the eldest son of the Xie family's first line of descent, Xie Qian. If Xie Qian had not met with misfortune, Xie Ze's father would not have been able to obtain the position of master. Speaking of which, Xie Qian had been "dead" for more than twenty years. He was the only direct descendant of the Xie family who had not been heard of before the incident. The Liyun in front of him matched his age and looked so similar to Xie Qian.
Could it be …
What was the relationship between the two of them?
Even though he was full of questions, Xie Ze did not speak. The moves in his hands became fiercer and more lethal.
Liyun was not to be outdone. He raised his spear and stabbed at his opponent.
Blood relationship my ass!
In troubled times, one had no choice.
The two of them had different standpoints. It was a matter of life and death. How could there be any consideration of feelings?
Xie Ze's side did not have many men. He already had the advantage of surprise. Once the fight dragged on, his situation would not be good.
Seeing this, Liyun immediately switched from offense to defense. He stuck to Xie Ze like a sticky candy, pestering him until he had no time to care about anything else.
Xie Ze was well aware of his situation. He did not care about the bloody hole Liyun had created on his body. He simply used the method of exchanging injury for injury.
His and Liyun's martial arts skills were on par. If they really fought with their lives on the line, it was hard to tell who would win.
The stubborn were afraid of the unreasonable. The unreasonable were afraid of the reckless.
Xie Ze was determined not to care about his life. Liyun was in a dangerous situation.
Fortunately, this was Liyun's home ground. Xie Ze could not kill him without interference.
Not long after, Xie Ze was covered in wounds. Bright red blood flowed from his wounds.
"You are quite calm. Are you not afraid that Liu Xi will be buried in the sea of fire? Once Liu Xi dies, how can you lowly insects trap the flood dragon? "
Xie Ze asked in a hoarse voice as he panted heavily.
If it was not for Liyun's excellent hearing, he would not have been able to hear such a chaotic scene.
"Who did you say would be buried in the sea of fire?"
Jiang Pengji's voice traveled into their ears.
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