I was living in the Five Dynasties period, just after crossing the Zhongdu Bridge.

At this moment, Li Congxi was holding a knife in his hand, the blade still stained with blood.

However, it wasn't the enemy's, but rather the two of his own men he had just personally killed when they tried to escape.

Just half an hour ago, the only thought running through the mind of this commander who was responsible for helping the city in distress was: it's all over.

The north gate opened wide, and three hundred cavalry charged into the enemy lines.

Their own two thousand new troops were like a pot of porridge that had been stirred up; the front lines were being torn apart, the middle lines were retreating, and the rear lines were just watching the show.

Based on his half-life of military experience, in this situation, if the enemy adds another push or launches another volley, it will be a complete collapse, a crushing defeat that makes one wish they had been born with two more legs.

He had even prepared for the worst: to hold the banner with a few dozen guards and hold out for as long as possible, as a way of repaying Liu Zhiyuan's kindness.

However, things took a strange turn at that moment.

First, those unstoppable Khitan horses inexplicably slowed down, like donkeys rolling in the mud.

Then there was Shen Lie, the newly appointed commander who had been on whom he had placed great hopes, but was instantly overwhelmed by the chaos of the army. He inexplicably did not die.

Instead, he led a group of people and inexplicably killed Wang Hui.

Finally, this is the scene before us.

The once noisy battlefield inexplicably fell silent.

Li Congxi stared blankly at the big, dark-skinned bodyguard in front of him.

If I remember correctly, this guy's name is Liu Qing, the simpleton that Shen Lie brought along.

At this moment, this fool was holding a bloody human head in front of him, presenting it like a treasure.

"Commander."

Liu Qing grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. His dark face was splattered with either horse blood or human blood. "My family's military commander sent this. He said it was that official's head."

Li Congxi subconsciously reached out and took the severed head.

It felt heavy in my hand and was still warm.

He looked down.

Although the conspicuous armor was no longer there, his eyebrows, eyes, and beard were undoubtedly those of Wang Hui, the Defense Commissioner of Daizhou.

died?

He just died like that?

Li Congxi felt a little dazed.

This is Wang Hui.

Although he was a surrendered general, he was still the chief official of a prefecture, and his personal guards had seen blood.

How could they treat it like child's play, putting their heads right at their feet?

He subconsciously turned his gaze to the front line of the battlefield not far away.

The commander named Shen Lie was sitting on a horse carcass, panting.

"That's... winning?"

Li Congxi felt his throat was dry and couldn't help but curse inwardly.

This is not in accordance with military strategy.

Logically speaking, when the new army is attacked, it is inevitable that their camp will be destroyed and their defeat will be inevitable.

But Shen Lie, with his ragtag group, managed to hold off the three hundred cavalrymen using only a few horse carcasses and the frozen, muddy ground trampled by the horses' hooves.

Then, just like street thugs fighting, they took advantage of someone falling flat on their face and stabbed them.

There was no method involved; it was all luck.

But on this battlefield, luck is often more crucial than military strategy.

"Commander?" A personal guard beside him, seeing Li Congxi holding the severed head and remaining silent for a long time, cautiously called out, "Shouldn't we... send someone to inform Commander Shi?"

Li Congxi came to his senses.

He forcefully suppressed the shock in his heart and resumed his dignified demeanor.

Report.

Li Congxi threw Wang Hui's head to his personal guards, "Immediately bypass the east side of the city and head to the central army camp at the south gate."

"As it is said... Fuwei Du has lived up to expectations, beheading the bandit leader Wang Hui at the North Gate. The North Gate of Daizhou is now under our control!"

The guards received the order, mounted their horses, and sped off in a flash.

Sitting on his horse, Li Congxi watched the dust kicked up by the fast horse, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

At this very moment, outside the other three city gates of Daizhou, the armies of Wu Jiedu and Zhang Shengdu were probably just setting up camp and preparing to fill the trenches and climb the ladders, ready to risk their lives to achieve a Pyrrhic victory.

That ruthless killer Shi Hongzhao probably even had the war drums for the siege already prepared, and the reward for the first person to scale the walls already set.

The results of it?

Before I could even take my pants off, the business was already done.

This battle was fought so well that it left everyone speechless.

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At this time, outside the south gate of Daizhou.

Shi Hongzhao's army had just formed its battle formation.

He knew this battle would be difficult.

Daizhou City was high and its moats deep. Although Wang Hui was not a good person, he was a veteran general.

If they try to force it, their martial arts skills will be reduced by at least 30%.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The war drums sounded.

Thousands of fierce warriors, carrying shields and ladders, surged toward the city wall, chanting battle cries.

On the city wall, the defenders' arrows came down sparsely, showing a lack of confidence.

Under the banner of the Central Army.

Shi Hongzhao was fully armed, his hand on the sword at his waist, his tiger-like eyes fixed on the city wall, his face full of murderous intent.

"Tell the vanguard that they must scale the city walls within half an hour!" Shi Hongzhao roared. "Anyone who dares to retreat even half a step will be beheaded!"

At that moment, a fast horse arrived as if flying, its command flag fluttering wildly in the wind.

"Report!!!"

The messenger's voice was almost cracking.

"Urgent report! The North Gate has been breached! Wang Hui has been beheaded!"

Shi Hongzhao flew into a rage, drawing his sword with a clang: "You bastard! How dare you disrupt the morale of my army? Kill him!"

"Wait a minute!"

The sharp-eyed adjutant beside him quickly stopped him, "General, it looks like they're from Fuwei Capital!"

"Reporting to the commander! My commander Li says: Wang Hui, the false defense commissioner of Daizhou, attempted to escape through the north gate but was intercepted and killed by our troops! His head is here! The rebel army has surrendered! Daizhou... has been captured!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Hongzhao was taken aback at first, then turned to his adjutant beside him: "Did I hear that right? What time is it? Just past Chenshi (7-9 AM), and Li Congxi's group of new recruits have already killed Wang Hui?"

The lieutenant was equally bewildered: "This...could this be a false report?"

The messenger rushed to the front of the formation, dismounted, and scrambled to Shi Hongzhao's horse, raising the already chilling human head high.

"Head here!"

Shi Hongzhao spurred his horse forward, took the head, and examined it.

Can't go wrong.

He had met Wang Hui before.

At that moment, this seasoned general from Hedong had a thought that was exactly the same as Li Congxi's.

What the hell is this?

"No need to rinse."

Somewhat dejected, Shi Hongzhao sheathed his sword with a crisp sound.

"Hang up Wang Hui's head and prepare to enter the city."

The situation on the battlefield can change in such a magical way.

One moment they were locked in a tense, deadlocked standoff.

The next moment, as a human head rose, the so-called solid defense line vanished instantly.

In the chaotic Five Dynasties period, soldiers served for food and risked their lives for money.

Now that the master who gave us the money is dead, what's the point of fighting this war?

Moreover, the north gate has been lost, and the retreat route is cut off.

"Clang!"

Someone on the city wall took the lead and threw down their weapon.

Immediately afterwards, the drawbridge at the south gate was slowly lowered with the creaking of the winch, and the city gate was pushed open from the inside.

Less than half an hour after the encounter in Fuweidu ended.

This strategically important town, guarding the natural barrier of Yanmen Pass, changed hands just like that.