Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 550 Seventh Night Attack

"What are you doing with this little principal?"

Liu Zongmin's voice was like thunder, and it also revealed great dissatisfaction.There is nothing wrong with fighting on the battlefield, and Blacksmith Liu looked down on touching his tongue like this.

"Let him speak for himself."

Li Yongxin still looked calm, and consciously took two steps back.The matter in front of him has become dominated by the people of the Military Intelligence Department. [

The power of the military intelligence, secret agents, and the two secret departments is also increasing, and they are getting deeper and deeper into Fushan. Ordinary soldiers are unwilling to intervene in the affairs of these two departments.

"Go ahead."

The faces of the two military intelligence officers were hidden in the dark, and their voices were also very awkward. Obviously, they suppressed their voices and changed their vocal cords, so they sounded very uncomfortable.

Under the orders of the two, Wang Jiyuan was sweating profusely on such a winter night, faltering for a while, and still couldn't make a sentence.

"Ji Yuan, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Both Xiying and Caoying have been helpful in breaking into the camp these days. The food and horses are all exchanged and contacted by the logistics department, so Li Zicheng is also very familiar with the logistics officers of the West Camp like Wang Jiyuan these days. Frustrated and frightened, as well as a little ashamed, he quickly noticed something strange, and after asking a question, seeing that Wang Jiyuan was silent, he nodded to Tian Jianxiu.

"Brother Ji Yuan, if you have anything to say, just say it. If there is any inconvenience, do you believe me, Tian Jianxiu? Believe me, I will guarantee your safety."

"Since Vice-Master Tian said so, then I'll say it... Originally, Master Xu and the Major General did not behave properly in this matter."

From Wang Jiyuan's point of view, Xiying's plot to annex the camp and kill Li Zicheng and others was originally a dark-hearted trick that could not be put on the stage, and it was too embarrassing to say.

So he didn't believe that Zhang Xianzhong was in charge of this matter, but felt that Xu Yixian and Zhang Kewang were in charge of this matter. With the status of these two people in Xiying and Zhang Kewang's direct control of the dispatch of troops, this The saying is also the past.

But when he told the plan of Xiying these days in full detail, Li Zicheng and Liu Zongmin both showed sneering smiles, even Tian Jianxiu and the others had faces as cold as ice.

This matter is obviously the plan and conspiracy of the Eight Great Kings. Zhang Kewang can't be in this family, and he doesn't dare!

"Hey, Jingxuan..."

Liu Zongmin was on the verge of a foul word, but seeing Li Zicheng's warning eyes, he could only take back the scolding words, and muttered nondescriptly.

The rough man's face turned red, and he coughed loudly.

"We have accepted the kindness of your camp and General Zhenglu. If in the future, as Zhenglu said, there is still a big battle to be fought between us, we will remember this kindness when we enter the camp. To Zhenglu and Fushan There will be affection in the camp.”

Li Zicheng turned around and thanked Li Yongxin in a deep voice.

"That's not necessary," Li Yongxin said with a smile: "Swords and guns have no eyes, and father and son may not necessarily stop when they use swords on the battlefield. Let's talk about the future."

"Okay, let's talk about the future in the future!" [

Li Zicheng cupped his hands, and said very simply: "In that case, let's break into the camp and head north, see you in the future!"

"Goodbye!"

No matter what, Li Zicheng still has the appearance of a hero. For this gangster leader who has been in the world for ten years, Li Yongxin also feels that the other party has a heroic temperament in him, and at the moment he also has a little respect, and bows his hands.

In the darkness of night, the torches formed fire dragons, and the battalion soldiers who were resting in various places assembled and dispatched again. Under the watchful eyes of Li Yongxin and others, the news soon spread among the valleys and dense forests.

"How did they explain to that thief Zhang Xianzhong?"

In the night, a Fushan soldier was very curious and asked a question.

"Still thinking about such a trivial matter? Li Zicheng can just make up a random reason."

Li Yongxin smiled coldly, and strode towards the place where he tied his horse. As he walked, he said loudly: "Furthermore, Zhang Xianzhong doesn't care about others anymore. He is being watched by Fushan, so he will take care of his own life first!"

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Not long after Li Yongxin contacted Li Zicheng and others, the skirmish in Fushan started.

Both Xiying and Caoying set up guard posts, and the range of scouts and guerrilla posts was twenty miles away.However, with the joint efforts of the Military Intelligence Division and the Qingqi of the Cavalry Battalion, very few sentries from the Peasant Army were able to send back the information in time.

The sentry cavalry of both sides came into contact with each other and began to blow their horns to fight. When the shouts of killing became louder, Zhang Xianzhong suddenly woke up from his camp.

Years of fighting on the battlefield made Zhang Xianzhong extra vigilant. As soon as he heard the sound, he woke up from his sleep. He got up suddenly, grabbed the sword hanging in the sleeping tent, put on his robe, and lifted the tent to come out.

There was already a lot of fire outside, and the pro-army of the old camp was beating gongs and drums desperately, shouting loudly. After many years of fighting, they have been robbed by officers and soldiers more than once. Fighting with the incoming enemy may repel the officers and soldiers, and there is still a way to survive.

If you turn around and run away, you will definitely suffer heavy casualties and it will be difficult to survive.

When Zhang Xianzhong left the tent, his relatives surrounded him, their swords flickering, and guarded Zhang Xianzhong in the middle.The old camp in Xiying is two side-by-side houses. It is a first-class mansion in this kind of cottage in Xunyang, Hubei. There are three to 400 people in the old camp, including dozens of women. Zhang Xianzhong's third Adopted son Zhang Nengqi, later one of the four famous generals, Ainengqi, also slept in the house, specially raising the old battalion soldiers to take charge of defense.

He was also the first to get up when he heard the sound, buttoned up his clothes obliquely, and rushed to the courtyard with his sword in hand. Under his shouting, he quickly gathered hundreds of elite soldiers and horses. In addition to clothes, many soldiers put on armor and carried bows and arrows on their backs. Except for the women who were frightened and screamed a few times, the whole old camp, except for the heavy breathing of the soldiers and the clacking of the armor, was a pair of The vigilant eyes, and the cold light of the sword in his hand.

"It's not bad to be able to surprise this baby."

Seeing such a situation, Zhang Xianzhong felt that things would not be too bad. The officers and soldiers who attacked did not know which one it was, but the old battalion was stable here, and the rest of the battalions were not afraid of some losses, as long as the old battalion was prepared and protected them The Eight Great Kings are fine, even if there are only a few people left in front of him, he can still pull out an army of tens of thousands of people in a year.

After boasting in his heart that his adopted son was good at training troops, Zhang Xianzhong was very puzzled again: "Which department is the donkey ball? Zuo Liangyu? Absolutely not! Xunyang Fubiao... It doesn't look like that either. Henan soldiers and Xiangyang It's also impossible...Sichuan soldiers...I wouldn't believe it even if I was beaten to death."

After much deliberation, Zhang Xianzhong suddenly slapped his leg, and cursed: "I'm so fucking stupid!" [

"Father, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Nengqi stands tall with a sword, tall and straight, and looks very handsome. Among the four generals, he has the best temper and good nature, and he can be regarded as the glue among the four adopted sons. When fighting, he is bold and cautious. Zhang Xianzhong uses him to control his own army , is also particularly reassuring for him.

At this time, there was already a sound of shouting and killing under the corner of the cottage. In the firelight, countless soldiers could be seen rushing to meet the enemy. Many people lit torches, and archers were desperately shooting arrows at the group of torches on the opposite side. , Shouting and killing, resounded under the moon and stars.

"What are you talking about? You said that our men were deceived by others." Zhang Xianzhong looked at the camp that was attacked more than three miles away, and said in a nasty voice: "Fucking mother, why are you tired of marching thousands of miles? Give it to the sergeant Take a rest during the holidays, what is the lack of military rations, I ask Xiangyang to supply them every day, and we can't send troops until we make up... It's all a fucking lie to us men. The officers and soldiers in front of us can be so accurate, and they will kill us when we are most tired. Not Dengzhou soldiers!"

"Zhang Zhenglu?"

Zhang Nengqi is not stupid, he suddenly realized, and said loudly: "The majestic general who recruits captives, for doing such tricks, people look down upon him."

"Boy, if you call this Dingguo or you, Brother Kewang, will not agree with you."

In such an urgent situation, Zhang Xianzhong was not flustered, instead he taught his adopted son: "The way of deceit is the way of warfare, and the way of warfare is the way of deceit. A general who can defeat the enemy with an upright and upright army is a good general. You must also be able to deceive people with tricks and tricks, Zhang Zhenglu can lead troops, and he can also use cunning, he is better than Lao Zuo."

Zhang Nengqi still didn't seem convinced, but Zhang Xianzhong's eyes were already attracted by the battle below, and he didn't have the time to teach his adopted son any more.

His conclusion is of course correct. Zhang Shouren was able to lead his troops for two thousand miles, and it took him only a few days to reach the Huguang battlefield. The general Ming army company camp had not been selected yet. As a result, the Dengzhou soldiers could feel the battlefield, and they had a keen sense of smell to decide Resolute, and the reconnaissance skills are also very good. Just from all the details, it can be seen that Dengzhou Town is indeed a strong soldier under Zhang Shouren's training.

Moreover, as far as Zhang Xianzhong knew, officers and soldiers could do this, and were ordered to attack at night, worked so hard without mutiny, and maintained a high morale, in the whole world, it had never been seen in ten years.

So Zhang Xianzhong was joking on the surface, but in fact he was very nervous.

The Wangjiazhai on the east side of the old camp, which is the place where Li Zicheng and others are going to be dealt with, is the outermost part of the West Camp. It is less than two miles away and is also the main camp of Cao Camp. Under the bright light, a fierce melee is going on.

At the most intense place, Zhang Xianzhong could not hear any shouts, only the muffled shouts, shouts, short curses, footsteps, dense drums and clappers, and the familiar sound of bow strings being stretched. The sound, the reflection of swords and swords under the bright light, and the low-pitched whispers of soldiers, the crowd was constantly moving, like a vortex in a torrent. The flow of people continued to increase from a small vortex, and finally converged into a stream.

"Into his mother, no, no!"

Zhang Xianzhong has so much experience in warfare, the situation in front of him made him understand that the enemy army didn't go all out, at least in Wangjiazhai, at most it was bluffing, it seemed that the mobilization was strong, but there seemed to be not many enemies in front of them Fighting, but has the feeling of firing a shot!