Shuhan

Another ten days passed, and the dust and smoke in the sky were intertwined, covering the originally blue sky.

Cao Zhen led the Wei army and launched fierce attacks on Junyi City one after another like a raging torrent.

However, the Junyi City was like a stubborn old man. Although it looked dilapidated, as if you could kick it over with just a light kick, whenever the Wei army's offensive surged like a tide, it miraculously stood firm.

The soldiers of the Wei army, who were originally vigorous and high-spirited, are now exhausted, with despair flashing in their eyes. Their armor is covered with dirt and blood, and the sweat and tears on their faces are intertwined, blurring their vision.

Every charge and every climb seemed like a silent battle with death.

Under the city of Junyi, the bodies of more than 20,000 Wei soldiers were piled up. They lay there quietly, silently telling the cruelty of the battle.

Cao Zhen stood on a high place, looking at the horrific battlefield, and couldn't help feeling an inexplicable irritation and anxiety in his heart.

He originally thought that with the powerful strength of the Wei army, breaking through this small Junyi city would be a piece of cake.

However, the reality was far beyond his expectations. The Wei army had lost more than one-third of its troops, and its morale had plummeted to the bottom.

If it weren't for Cao Zhen's extremely high reputation in the army, the soldiers would have rebelled and there would have been chaos in the camp long ago.

However, even so, Cao Zhen knew very well that continuing like this was definitely not a solution.

He must find a breakthrough and turn the tide of this battle.

Just then, a scout came rushing over, his face covered in dust and sweat, but his eyes revealed a rare hint of joy.

"General, there is news!" The scout's voice was hoarse but full of excitement.

"The Han army's reinforcements, carrying a large amount of food and supplies, have appeared thirty miles north of Junyi City!"

When Cao Zhen heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness.

He knew very well that the Han army's reinforcements would undoubtedly be a timely help for Junyi City.

However, for Cao Zhen, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

If we can't capture Junyi City, then we will ambush the supporting Han army!
As long as they can destroy this reinforcement force and seize their food and supplies, the morale of the Wei army will be greatly boosted, and it will be much easier to attack the city.

Thinking of this, Cao Zhen couldn't help but reveal a sly smile on his face.

He immediately summoned his generals and began to arrange the details of the ambush.

He pointed at the map and explained in detail the location of the ambush, the distribution of troops, and the timing of the attack. His voice was firm and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a heavy weight, which made people dare not slack off.

"Remember, we must make sure this ambush is foolproof!" Cao Zhen's eyes flashed with determination.

"We must take advantage of the terrain and wipe out the Han army in one fell swoop! As long as we can eliminate this reinforcement force, we can turn the tide of the battle and capture Junyi City in one fell swoop!"

The generals nodded in agreement, knowing the importance of this ambush.

However, Cao Zhen did not relax his attack on Junyi City.

Instead, he continued to order the Wei army to maintain a fierce offensive against Junyi City in order to confuse the Han army.

Only by making the Han army think that the Wei army is still making every effort to break through Junyi City will they fall into the ambush circle without any preparation.

As night fell, on the battlefield outside Junyi City, the torches of the Wei army were like stars, illuminating the land stained red with blood.

Cao Zhen stood on a high place, looking at the dimly lit battlefield, and couldn't help feeling an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

The outcome of this battle depends on this one move.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Then he slowly closed his eyes and began to pray silently.

He prayed that the Wei army would be able to successfully ambush the Han army's reinforcements, prayed that the battle would end soon, and prayed that the Wei army would be able to achieve ultimate victory.

When the first ray of morning light penetrated the clouds and shone on this war-torn land, Cao Zhen opened his eyes.

His eyes flashed with determination, as if he had seen the dawn of victory. He stood up and slowly waved his hand, signaling the Wei army to continue the attack.

Although the soldiers of the Wei army were exhausted, they still launched another charge under the leadership of their generals.

Their shouts and cries were so loud that they seemed to tear the world apart.

However, they all knew in their hearts that this attack was just a show, and the real killer move was still waiting for the unsuspecting Han army reinforcements.

At the same time, the Han army's reinforcements were slowly moving towards Junyi City. They didn't know that they had fallen into an ambush carefully arranged by Cao Zhen. However, even so, they were not afraid at all.

Because they knew that as long as they could deliver the food and supplies safely to Junyi City, victory in the battle would be in their hands.

As fate would have it, the two armies slowly moved toward each other.

The outcome of this battle will be revealed at this moment.

Cao Zhen stood on a high place, looking at the upcoming decisive battle, and couldn't help but feel an inexplicable excitement and anticipation in his heart.

He knew that the outcome of this battle not only affected the honor and disgrace and life and death of the Wei army, but also his own destiny and future.

He must win, and he must win beautifully!

Spring is approaching quietly, and the earth seems to be gradually waking up.

The white snow covering the fields and mountains gradually melted under the warm sunshine, turning into trickles that nourished this long-sleeping land.

In response to this warm call, green grass buds bravely broke through the ground, covering the earth with a light layer of green.

As night falls, the sky becomes inky black with dark clouds rolling in. Occasionally, there are gusts of cool breeze blowing by, bringing a bit of chill, but also heralding the approach of spring.

The Han army's flags fluttered in the night wind, and they were still marching, their steps firm and powerful. Judging from their posture, they were obviously preparing to enter Junyi City overnight to relieve the city's difficulties.

And ahead, the Wei army had already ambushed in the valley, waiting for the arrival of prey.

There are steep cliffs on both sides of the valley, which seem even more mysterious in the night.

The Wei army soldiers hid in the dark, waiting to launch a surprise attack as soon as the Han army entered the valley.

However, to Cao Zhen's surprise, after seeing the valley, the Han army did not rush in, but stopped and hesitated to move forward.

The generals of the Han army gathered together and discussed in a low voice.

Their faces were filled with fatigue and caution, but their eyes revealed firmness and determination.

After some discussion, they decided to set up camp outside the valley and wait until dawn before continuing their journey.

So the Han soldiers began to get busy, setting up tents, making fires and cooking. For a moment, the valley was brightly lit and full of noise.

Cao Zhen was anxious when he saw this. He had originally planned to take advantage of the valley's terrain to capture the Han army in one fell swoop.

However, the Han army was now camped outside the valley, and his plan undoubtedly failed.

He knew very well that the longer the night, the more trouble there would be, and he had to take action as soon as possible.

Therefore, he made a prompt decision to rearrange the ambushed Wei army and change the ambush to a night attack. Under the command of Cao Zhen, the Wei army soldiers acted quickly.

They quietly evacuated the valley and went around the rear of the Han army camp, preparing to launch a surprise attack.

In the darkness of night, their figures were like ghosts, silently moving through the mountains and forests.

By the time the Han army set up camp, it was already late at night.

After a day's march, the Han soldiers were exhausted from busy setting up camp and fell asleep one after another.

There were only a few soldiers on night duty patrolling the camp. Their eyes revealed a hint of fatigue and sleepiness, but they were still guarding the camp diligently.

However, they didn't know that danger had already arrived quietly.

In the dark night, the Wei soldiers sneaked into the camp quietly, their movements were light and agile, as if they were performing a silent dance. Soon, they killed the Han soldiers on duty and opened the gate of the camp.

Cao Zhen led his troops into the camp, with a determination gleaming in his eyes.

He waved the sword in his hand and shouted: "Kill!"

Under his leadership, the Wei army soldiers rushed into the Han army camp like a raging torrent, brandishing swords, spears, and halberds, and engaged in a desperate fight with the Han army soldiers.

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The Han soldiers were awakened from their sleep and picked up their weapons in panic, trying to resist the attack of the Wei army.

However, under the fierce attack of the Wei army, they were quickly defeated. They fled in all directions, with cries and screams echoing through the night sky.

Cao Zhen led the Wei army soldiers in pursuit and soon defeated the Han army and forced it to flee.

They seized a large amount of food and supplies, which originally belonged to the Han army but now became the spoils of the Wei army.

Looking at the mountains of food and supplies, Cao Zhen couldn't help but feel a surge of joy of victory in his heart.

The success of this night attack not only won valuable supplies for the Wei army, but more importantly, it greatly boosted the morale of the Wei army.

The Wei army soldiers, who were originally exhausted and demoralized, regained their confidence and courage in the joy of victory.

They believed that under the leadership of Cao Zhen, they would be able to defeat the Han army and win the final victory.

The Han army suffered heavy losses in this night attack.

Not only did they lose a large amount of food and supplies, but more importantly, they lost their confidence and morale.

They had originally planned to enter Junyi City overnight, but now they could only flee in a panic.

The night wind was still blowing, but the valley had now returned to its former tranquility.

Only the remaining flames and bloodstains tell of the cruelty and tragedy of this night attack.

Cao Zhen and his Wei soldiers continued to move forward in the night. They had only one goal - to win the final victory!

now.

To the north of Chenliu City, the towering city gate stood open in the night, like the gaping mouth of a giant beast, quietly waiting for its prey to arrive.

Supplies continuously transported from the three states of Qing, Xu and Yan flowed into this city like blood, and then transferred here and were transported to the front line of Junyi.

Chenliu City, this ancient city, seemed to be given life at this moment. It handled goods, was noisy and busy, but it was unaware that danger was approaching quietly.

The night was as dark as ink, with dark clouds hanging low, blocking out the light of the stars.

A breeze blew by, bringing a bit of chill and an ominous omen.

Suddenly, the earth began to shake, as if something was stirring underground.

Then, a little fire appeared in the distance, flickering in the night, like the eyes of a ghost, peeking at the city.

The flames became more and more numerous and brighter, gradually converging into a sea of ​​fire.

Upon closer inspection, they saw that the flag fluttering in the fire was the flag of the Han Dynasty. The Han army appeared quietly in the night like ghosts, catching the Wei army generals defending the city off guard.

His eyes widened, his face filled with horror, as if he had seen the most horrific sight. He had never expected that the Han army would appear at this time and in this way.

Where on earth did they come from?

Did he get through the numerous defense lines, or bypass the Wei army's eyes and ears?

The guard shouted in panic: "Close the city gate! Close the city gate quickly!"

His voice was trembling, filled with fear and despair.

However, the city gates were wide open and there was a constant stream of traffic. The carriages and horses transporting goods blocked the gate like an insurmountable barrier.

The soldiers pushed hard, trying to move the horses and carriages away, but after a short time, the city gate seemed to be nailed shut and could not be closed.

At this moment, the sound of the Han army's charge rang out like thunder. They brandished swords, spears, swords and halberds and rushed forward like a raging torrent.

There were few defenders in the city and they were unprepared, so they were instantly overwhelmed by the Han army's offensive.

They ran around in panic, their cries and screams mixing together and echoing through the night sky.

Hao Zhao led the elite troops, like a sharp blade, cutting into the heart of Chenliu City. His eyes were firm and cold, as if nothing could stop him.

He wielded his sword, slashing and killing his way through, invincible. When he rushed into the city and saw the piles of supplies, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He knew that these supplies were the lifeline of the Wei army. As long as they were burned, the Wei army would lose supplies and fall into trouble.

So Hao Zhao ordered to set fire.

Flames shot up into the sky, instantly devouring the supplies.

The raging flames danced wildly in the night sky like an angry dragon, illuminating Chenliu City as bright as day.

Hao Zhao stood in the fire, his figure surrounded by flames, as if he was a messenger from hell, sentencing the Wei army to death.

When the fire in Chenliu City was burning fiercely, Hao Zhao turned his horse around and led his troops towards Junyi.

A sneer appeared on his face. He knew that this action had successfully cut off the Wei army's retreat.

The baggage train in Chenliu was burned and the Wei army lost its supplies. Even though they were not directly defeated by the Han army, they had no choice but to retreat.

If they retreat at this time, the Han army will never give them the opportunity to regroup.

Hao Zhao's troops galloped through the night, their figures like black lightning, cutting through the night sky.

In Chenliu City, the fire was still burning, as if cheering for the victory of the Han army. The Wei army's defenders stood on the city wall, looking at the raging flames, their hearts filled with regret and helplessness.

He knew that all this was caused by his momentary negligence.

He sat dejectedly on the ground, holding his head in his hands, groaning in pain.

However, the wheel of history will not stop because of personal regrets.

The victory of the Han army was already certain, and the defeat of the Wei army was also a foregone conclusion. (End of this chapter)