"Military Advisor, this …"
Feng Jue said in a hoarse voice, "Liu Xi is indeed a terrifying person."
He rarely admired anyone, but Jiang Pengji, who had made his plans fail time and time again, was definitely one of them.
Those who guarded the rear under such circumstances were either people who were cautious and cowardly, or people who had foresight.
Jiang Pengji could not be the former, so it could only be the latter — she had long guessed that Feng Jue would lead the troops to attack the rear!
"What should we do now?"
The general looked anxious. His tough and rugged face was full of worry, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"What should we do?" Feng Jue said, "There's no turning back. Of course, we fight!"
Should he order the army to retreat because the enemy was on guard?
The general looked embarrassed, as if he had realized that he had asked a stupid question.
Little did he know that Feng Jue was in a difficult position.
The troops he led to attack Jiang Pengji's rear and coordinate with the frontline would more or less boost the morale of Huang Song's main force.
If he withdrew his troops to avoid the enemy's vanguard, the morale of the frontline would inevitably collapse, and they would be like stray dogs.
Therefore, even if he had to fight to the death, he could not take a step back.
The matter of Jiang Pengji's rear being attacked was not only heard by Jiang Pengji and the others, but also by Huang Song, who was overseeing the army in the middle.
After thinking about it, Huang Song still could not guess the identity of the person until Cheng Jing's words woke him up.
"Lord, that must be Huaijie's troops."
Cheng Jing counted the time with his fingers. The unfamiliar troops that attacked Jiang Pengji's rear must have been led by Feng Jue. There was no one else but him.
Huang Song was delighted. He quickly ordered his men to continue beating the drums to boost the morale of the soldiers. The drumbeats fell like a rainstorm.
Before Jiang Pengji could move, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a bullet screen. Her fingers trembled, and her perfect expression almost revealed a flaw.
Xianchoutianxia: "Beating the drums on the battlefield … This is the same principle as playing dynamic music on a sports bike. Is it to stimulate the adrenaline?"
Toudu Feiqiu: "To the previous poster, you're so naughty. How do you expect me to look directly at the background music of a sports bike?"
War drums indeed had the effect of stimulating morale, but it had another important meaning, which was to convey orders and warnings.
Soldiers fighting was not like TV dramas. Everyone knew martial arts, and fighting was as fancy as dancing. They only knew the simplest movements. Without martial arts, they were not afraid. With so many of them working together to attack at the same time, their lethality was not weaker than that of a martial arts master.
According to the different drum beats, they attacked together, defended together, and chased after the enemy together …
After all, this was an era without mobile phones, wireless Bluetooth, or even electronic loudspeakers.
Huang Song gave the order to attack, and the drummers increased their tempo and frequency, oppressing the enemy with their momentum.
If they could break through the enemy's line of defense in one go and inflict heavy casualties on the enemy, the morale of the soldiers would continue to rise.
The soldiers under Jiang Pengji's command also noticed the changes in the rear. The frontline soldiers were timid for a moment. Before they could react, the enemy had already pounced on them like wolves and tigers. Perhaps the injuries on his body were not fatal, but the enemy's stomp was enough to turn him into a bloody pulp.
Seeing the situation, Jiang Pengji immediately changed her tactics and adopted a defensive formation to defend against the enemy.
The morale on Huang Song's side was not stable. As long as Feng Jue's army could not break through the rear, and the frontline soldiers could not defeat the enemy, the morale of Huang Song's army would definitely plummet over time. When the time came, Jiang Pengji would give the order to switch from defense to offense and destroy the enemy's psychological defense in one fell swoop.
She was calm and unhurried, issuing military orders one after another. Sure enough, Huang Song's side could not gain any advantage.
On the other side, Xie Ze's side had also stabilized the situation. Not only did he not allow the enemy to advance any further, but he also forced them to retreat a little.
"Today's battle is of utmost importance!"
Xie Ze shouted loudly.
"I will live and die with you all!"
As he spoke, he took the lead and killed two enemies. The surrounding soldiers were greatly encouraged.
Xie Ze's martial arts skills were comparable to Li Yun's. Both of them gave it their all, but the odds of winning were fifty-fifty. The long spear in his hand was like a part of his body. Under his control, a silver dragon-like light flashed in the air, piercing through flesh like lightning and taking away a few lives in an instant.
After killing a few people, Xie Ze gave several more orders in succession. The two sides were in a stalemate.
It seemed that they were evenly matched, but Feng Jue knew very well that as time went on, he would be the one who would lose. The army had set off from the frontline of Wanzhou. Even though they had rested and reorganized halfway, the soldiers' bodies and spirits had not fully recovered. The enemy was different.
Feng Jue was thinking of countermeasures, but how could the battlefield be controlled by the wisdom of one or two people?
Jiang Pengji observed the situation and suddenly said, "Bogao is about to lose …"
Looking at the situation on the battlefield, she did not have much of an advantage. Even if Huang Song was going to lose, it was impossible for him to lose so quickly.
At the same time, Yang Si crossed his arms, twirled his neatly trimmed beard, and said, "Huang Song's momentum is lost."
Han Yu nodded.
Why were the three of them so sure?
Because they had all heard that there was a problem with the rhythm of the enemy's drums.
The pitch, rhythm, and density of the drumbeats all represented different meanings. Beating the drums to advance the troops, and stopping when the drums sounded.
The enemy's drumbeats were clearly for an attack, but the enemy had the intention to retreat. This was a clear sign that their morale had plummeted.
Apart from that, the drummers' morale was low and they were distracted, so much so that the war drums made a few mistakes. This was fatal on the battlefield.
Jiang Pengji saw that the timing was just right. She struck while the iron was hot and gave the order to attack.
For a moment, the army pounced on the enemy like a dam that had been opened. The war drums also became louder and more intense.
With one side rising and the other falling, Huang Song's troops were even more disadvantaged.
Huang Song's face was livid. He clenched his molars tightly, and the blue veins on his forehead bulged.
At that moment, a general who was covered in blood rushed over on horseback. He had suffered serious injuries and almost fell off when he dismounted.
"My lord, our front line has fallen …"
Huang Song closed his eyes tightly and said through gritted teeth, "Retreat!"
"Retreat!"
As soon as the order to retreat was issued, the soldiers who heard it hurriedly turned around and retreated. All of them only wanted to escape, which made it easy for the enemy who was chasing after them. Jiang Pengji's side pressed on with a spurt of energy and pursued the enemy. The number of corpses left behind by the enemy's retreat was almost equal to the previous losses!
The front line won a great victory. Feng Jue, who was in the rear, was also affected and quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.
Jiang Pengji's gaze was distant. Her left hand gently stroked the hilt of the God Slaying Saber at her waist.
After a while, she said, "Summon Captain Jiang. Mobilize 5,000 troops and horses and follow me!"
When Yang Si heard this, his nerves tightened with a clang.
Han Yu was a little slow to react. His lord was going to —
"My lord, don't chase a cornered enemy!" Yang Si widened his eyes and squeezed out the words that even he himself did not believe.
"Take advantage of their weakness and kill them!" Jiang Pengji sneered. "I only know how to beat a drowning enemy!"
When Jiang Nongqin received the news, she mobilized 5,000 elite cavalrymen without hesitation.
No matter whether the lord's orders were right or wrong, they were golden rules to her.
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