The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 296: Armor Shines to the Sun and Scales Open
On the twenty-sixth day of the first lunar month in the fourth year of Qianning, a fierce wind blew from early morning, the wind and clouds surged, and the decisive battle of offense and defense was in full swing.

The deployment of the Holy Army was a standard "surround three and leave one". He was in charge of the western part, with 15,000 Palace Guards, 10 regiments of Imperial Guards, 3,000 Moli Turks, 5,000 Uighurs, and 6,000 Wansui Army, totaling more than 30,000 troops, which was the main force.

On the east side were Zhao Fu's 27,000 troops, plus more than a thousand newly arrived people from Ma Yin's tribe.

To the south was a mixed army composed of the remnants of various units and foreign troops. It had the largest number of people, more than 50,000, but was of mixed variety.

The battle is over, it’s time to reorganize the army!
It was unclear what troops there were, and the organization and composition were all messed up, like a big pot of stew. No wonder Li Keyong dared to fight with 50,000 troops behind his back. The appearance of this army gave people the impression of a mob!
"Beep, beep, beep..." The charge sounded and the Wuxiong army had advanced to a section of the wall.

"Who is that? Wearing two layers of armor? And he can still run? What a beast." Zhang Congshan looked at him and muttered to himself. The tall and strong man grabbed the horse and saddled it: "Hey! Find out for me who that guy is!"

In the direction Zhang Congshan was observing, in the gray morning mist, there was the vanguard army led by Wu Erlang himself.

Three hundred Dragon Guards followed closely. The Dragon Guards were the best equipped, tallest and strongest cavalry under the Saint's army. Each of them had three horses, four or five sets of armor, and a full range of weapons. The Saint also picked the best mounts. A Dragon Guard with only a thousand soldiers could afford to support several times more infantry.

Wu Erlang, on the other hand, wore two layers of armor and a layer of leather, and a rusty helmet that had been passed over fire to prevent it from reflecting light. In addition to the standard knife, this time he only had a long-handled shovel with an inverted trapezoidal handle that looked like an iron racket. It looked like a cooking spatula, which was very creative, and must have been custom-made, right? He rode on a black horse, the most vicious beast, and the whole look made people feel cold.

"Report, that birdman is called Wu Xiong!"

"It looks like a tough one." Zhang Congshan didn't dare to be careless and ordered: "I will go up to fight him in a single battle, you guys shoot arrows carefully. If you kill him, the morale of the king's army will definitely be greatly damaged."

At this moment, a comet-like sound of breaking through the air came from overhead, boom, boom, boom... like a meteorite, exploding loudly.

"Ah! Damn it!" Zhang Congshan reined in his horse and cursed, "This dog emperor is starting to stir up trouble again. Let's hide first!"

Wu Xiong shouted from his horse, "Be on guard! Charge in as soon as the stone throwing is finished!"

The sky gradually brightened, the war drums rumbled, and the fire raged.

Outside the headquarters facing Li Keyong's central army, hundreds of stone cannons stood proudly, firing large and small stones, gunpowder cans, flammable materials, dead rats, and jars of feces and urine into the enemy camp.

Heavy weapons such as stone cannons were cumbersome to carry, difficult to manufacture on site, had limited ability to destroy cities, and were easily burned. Therefore, in those days, the popular way to attack a city or capture a stronghold was to engage in close combat in front of the camp, or to suppress the top of the city with arrows while covering the city walls and digging for roots.

It is not used much. But this time, the sage used it very happily, because he had the advantage of the location.

In addition, there are a variety of flying things, including toads, human and animal feces, mud, cypress branches and smoke... everything. The main feature is a multi-dimensional attack from vision, smell, taste, hearing to the flesh.

The rebels were disgusted.

It is actually very simple to not be troubled.

Enduring the attack, the army cautiously left the camp and slowly moved forward. At most, it was just a field battle. With more casualties, they could always advance and destroy and confiscate the attacking tools that were difficult to move. But the rebels had no advantage in manpower. If they fought a field battle here, they might be attacked there. And they knew they had no confidence in winning.

This is one aspect. If the food supply is cut off, the consequences will be catastrophic.

The food supply could not be transported, and the military supplies and equipment could not be replenished. Every arrow shot was one less, every spear broken was one less, and every medicine used was one less. The damage to the morale of the army was serious. Today, when the camp was attacked, the rebels did not even dare to shoot arrows randomly.

If Li Keyong had not been able to command the troops in the company freely, and was still counting on Xiao Han and other troops in the back to suppress Li Sizhou and his men and reopen the roads to the two capitals, the rebels who were already furious to the extreme might have burned down the camp and demolished the house, and the entire army would have collapsed and returned north!
Dozens of male and female laborers, craftsmen, and soldiers were busy around each stone cannon. Every time a kerosene can flew high, it would arouse cheers from the army behind, and everyone would applaud.

Large groups of infantry and cavalry sat on the ground, watching the scene of meteors and flying fire, which made the Jin army on the fence curse and flee. The vanguard troops moving around dared to approach the wall of the stockade, secretly setting fire and shooting arrows.

Before the saint's eyes was a wall, the fence had been pulled down a hundred paces. The gap was filled with Jin soldiers, desperately trying to repair it. Looking inside, there were blazing fires and billowing smoke. The densely packed Jin soldiers shouted and fled, or raised their shields, enduring the stones and filth shot into the camp.

As each breath passed by, every Jin soldier knew that it was only a matter of time before the camp was captured and everyone would pack up and flee!
The saint half-lying on his horse with his hands on his head, letting his mount hesitate unconsciously, leisurely looking at the enemy camp, just smiled crookedly: "This camp will be taken down soon!"

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"Bang, bang..." The sound of explosions continued.

"Bang!" A stone flew past Zhang Hui's hair and knocked down a soldier in front of her, causing his head to bleed.

Zhang Hui's hair stood on end.

She stumbled a few steps with her skirt lifted up when another jar exploded beside her, spraying colorful excrement all over the floor. Zhang Hui felt a chill on her face, reached out to touch it, and when she saw it, she screamed, "Ahhh."

His lower abdomen twitched and he held his chest and retched a few times.

The saint is too mean! He must be treacherous, ugly, short and blunt. He is also a great saint, but he has no heroic spirit with such means.

After retching, she felt like crying but couldn't cry. Why do people want to sleep with me and hurt me wherever I go?

Can I still escape this time?
She had just finished using the toilet and changing her menstrual napkin. She reached into her skirt to adjust it to prevent leakage, then walked back to the tent in a daze.

People came and went in the general's tent.

Li Keyong and a group of people were chattering around a map.

Zhang Hui found a corner and sat down quietly, letting a few strands of hair fall on her face and cover her lips.

She had a blank expression on her face, her eyes and mouth were closed, and she seemed to be in a trance. But at the corner of her mouth, there was a faint smile.

After several twists and turns, it seems that not only her body but also her brain has been damaged...

Li Keyong, who was standing next to him, didn't know the mental state of his beloved child. He kept mumbling to himself while looking at the map: "I was wondering, if we want to withdraw our troops, which of the two routes should we take?"

Li Xiji pointed at the map and said elegantly, "Based on the east-west terrain, there are three ways out and three ways in. It's best to cross Pujin and take the middle road, which is close and right behind us. But the Yellow River is not frozen yet, and there are punitive troops blocking the way. Although the middle road is open to the sky, the water volume is too high and it's too tight. I'm afraid we'll be sucked away in the Fen River Valley."

"The large amount of water does not have any impact. What strategy do we have to clear the road?" Li Keyong asked.

"Since the troops are blocked, we can leave this to Xiao Han and Li Sizhao." Li Junqing, who was standing beside him, suggested, "Since the people of Bian are not making any unusual moves, we can call Sizhao over."

"I don't think it's possible." Thinking of Zhu Dalang's threats, Li Keyong's anger surged, but he tried hard not to vent it. He just shook his head and said, "Si Zhao is gone, and it's hard to say what will happen to the people of Bian. In short, Luzhou is an important place and cannot be lost."

"Can we go north along the line between Hexi County and Hancheng and take the road?" Li Keyong asked again.

"The road ahead is high." Li Xiji shook his head and said, "The mountains here are high, and the cliffs on both sides of Longmen Ferry are sharp. The mouth of the pond is small and narrow, like a mouth of teeth. If we cross the river too slowly, we will be caught up easily." Li Keyong cursed, "This won't work, and that won't work. What do you want to do?"

The staff looked at him strangely.

We haven't asked you yet, what do you want? We let you go long ago, what have you been doing?

"What's the next route?" Someone thought: "Go through Tongguan, ask Yang Shouliang for permission to pass through, and return north through Shan County. If Yang Shouliang dares not to let us, we can take down his damn Shanzhou."

"Not appropriate." Someone objected: "The road below is even tighter. The Huangxiang Slope in Tongguan is so tight that it's almost impossible to squeeze in a carriage or horse."

Zhang Hui listened to the repetitive discussions, and a look of scorn appeared on her face beneath her beautiful hair.

She couldn't stand her ex-husband and wished that Li Quanzhong's family would be wiped out. She also couldn't stand her step-husband who looked loyal but was actually treacherous, and the civil and military officials of the two towns.

These people are a joke. They are not loyal as ministers, nor can they dominate as thieves. They are not able to maintain peace in the country, nor can they suppress rebellions with military force. They crawl around like maggots all day long, saying ridiculous things that will make people laugh to death, while doing disgusting things like thieves and prostitutes.

Li Keyong, in particular, is a living Dong Zhuo and a living Cao Cao.

Zhang Hui still remembers the scene of her well-behaved daughter, who was just learning to speak, being thrown to death.

He was so cruel, just to possess her body and her heart completely, and not allow her to have any connection with the past.

poor child!

Even though it was probably an evil offspring, it was still a small life after all, a piece of flesh that she had created with gritted teeth and spurted blood, just like that...

Zhang Hui shed a few tears.

Heart is like a knife.

The step-husband was also very hypocritical. On the surface, he was very respectful to the emperor, but in reality he was only thinking about fleecing the imperial court. He also threatened the emperor at every turn to satisfy his desires.

You are pretending to be a loyal subject! You are pretending to be a gentleman! Zhang Hui cursed secretly.

However, this powerful official who seemed to have everything under control, after his attempt to control the government was rejected, only dared to draw his sword but not to fight.

A pure and simple man.

They just bully people like Wang Rong.

If it were a saint, he would dare to shout and raise his fist.

If Zhu Quanzhong had not died, his son Zhu Dalang would have humiliated him in front of the envoy without hesitation.

With this kind of stuff, why should she stick her butt out, spread her legs and open her mouth?
Saint Li, hit me hard, take revenge fiercely, destroy everything as soon as possible, destroy the entire world!

Geese geese geese geese.

Jie Jie Jie...

She sat there with her hair draped over her face, her head bowed like Sadako, her body moving from time to time, and it was unclear whether she was laughing or crying.

She suddenly thought of Zhang Hui. After all, she was her cousin. She didn't know how this saintly cousin she had never met was doing now. Was she doing well as a Taoist priest in Chang'an?

Woo.

The women of our Fanyang Zhang family have such a hard life.

Zhang Hui sobbed silently.

With a start, he fell straight off the stool and fainted.

Li Keyong, who was discussing matters nearby, turned around when he heard the voice and rushed over in a hurry: "My love! My love!"

Li Xiji looked at him speechlessly. He would scold him from time to time, hit him from time to time, and act like this from time to time.

Is he really crazy?
Or was he found by Zhu Quanzhong?
Alas, beauty——

Just as I was about to express my feelings, the slow and rhythmic sound of drums came from all directions.

Li Xiji pricked up his ears and discovered that the stones were showing signs of stopping.

On the messy Tongling Plain, large flags were waving. The red-clad soldiers who were walking slowly with their reins on had bloodshot eyes. The warriors who held their spears at an angle moved stiffly and mechanically, their eyes were empty, they just kept marching in formation and licked their dry, cracked lips with their tongues. With the biting north wind, they stared at the towering camps.

They stood up in the field and mounted their horses.

Then it squirmed into a black sea of ants, moving against the rolling dark clouds towards the camp, like a source of disaster sent by heaven.

Suddenly, bells and drums sounded, and the alarm bells on the towers on the wall rang out, mixed with the hysterical shouts of the Jin army, which spread throughout the Tonglingyuan camp: "Holy war, break camp!"

Wu Xiong jumped onto the saddle, raised his shovel to the sky, and shouted, "Soldiers! Li Keyong has betrayed us and attacked our rear. Follow me to the center of the army, to avenge my personal vengeance, and to avenge my country's hatred! Kill!"

"The opportunity has come, let's destroy the bandit camp!"

"Seconds and thirds, advance! Kill Benkeyong's tent!"

Long Jiedu followed Wu Xiong like a surging group of spiders and rushed towards a wall.

More than a thousand cavalrymen were as unstoppable as tanks. There was a clattering noise everywhere, as they knocked down fences and knocked down enemy troops.

(End of this chapter)