: 165 battle

Chapter name
165.
i^ engagement
late at night
In the account of the main camp of the Mojiajun, the candlelight still burned quietly. In the back of the book case, Mo Xiu looked at the fold in his hand, and the brows of Qing Xiao wrinkled from time to time. The determination of Mo Jingqi to destroy the Mohist army is indeed not to be underestimated. These days, the 500,000 Mohist army only has more than 800,000 enemies to face on the surface, plus the enemies in the dark, conservative estimates are also in one A million or so. Although Mo Xiuzhen is indeed a genius for marching, the situation still makes him feel stressed. Not only must the soldiers be dealt with by the army from Nanzhao, Xiling and Li Wang, but they must also lie behind the scenes of Mo Jing. However, less than a month, Mo Xiu was actually thinner than before.
"Wang Ye." A Jin, who had not seen for a long time, appeared at the door, and the young face was still as quiet as usual.
Mo Xiu raised his head and asked: "Is there a report from the northwest?" Ajin nodded and sent the newly arrived battle report to Mo Xiuzhen. No matter how late, Wang Ye always insists that he can rest after reading the Northwest War report every day. A Jin, who knows this well, is also used to sending a message to Wang Ye immediately after receiving the news every day. Ink repaired his hand and took it. He looked down and couldn’t help but frowned. The news that the Mojiajun mentioned in the war report was withdrawn to Hongzhou made his sword deep. This is not like the usual use of the Mohist army, and the Xiling army is far from being able to let the Mohist army retreat at such a speed. Looking at the number of casualties written in the battle report, Mo Xiu raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. "Is it the meaning of Ari? What are you thinking about?" After a moment of contemplation, Mo Xiu looked up and said: "Let the front The battle reports of the days are all taken, and there are maps!"
A Jin was a little surprised to see that his prince suddenly got up and looked like a drastic change. He quickly responded with a rush to turn to the ink to repair things.
A Jin’s movements were very fast, and the maps and battle reports of the ink repairs were placed in front of him. Ink repaired carefully picking up every single sentence and pondering every word above. From time to time, I looked at the map and finally thought about it.
"Wang Ye?" Ajin was a little worried, and Wang’s face was not too good.
The ink repairs are coveted, and the look on the face is bitter and helpless. "Ali..." Mo Xiuzhen looked at the map with the mark on his eyes. He understood the layout of the glass and understood it. Her intentions. But it is because of this that he feels extra pain. His beloved wife, his Ali, was supposed to be the king of all the enviable and pampered kings. Now he can only go far away in the desolate land like the northwest, commanding thousands of horses and horses to walk in the hurricane.
i^ All this...only because of his incompetence... "Turn off the pity of the Xiling army and the garrison on the border of Xiling, the whole army of 200,000 Xiling army... Ali, Ali..." In the heart of ink repair, it seems to be pulled. For a moment, it seems that some of the pain is a little breathless. It’s hard to calm down the thoughts of the heart, and ink repairs a heart. Ari’s plan may be good, but Nanwang in Xiling Town is not an ordinary person. If he sees the idea of ​​Ari...
When he stood up fiercely, Mo Xiu sighed and said: "Go to the horse, the king will go out for a trip. The military is temporarily handed over by several generals!"
A Jin stunned, looking at the ink repair. At this time, it is already three more hours. How can Wang Ye suddenly want to go out? Looking at the files and maps spread out on the table, maybe what happened to Wang Hao? A Jin did not lead the life, Shen Sheng said: "Wang Ye, it is just 15 months. In case you are on the way... And now, the war is urgent, you suddenly leave, I am afraid that something is wrong..." I also think that today is October 13th, and I can’t feel Hongzhou in two days anyway. The major events in the military also need to be dealt with... After a moment of indulgence, Mo Xiuzhen quickly returned to God and said: "I will inform all the generals above the generals to see the king tomorrow morning. In addition, notify Mohua, immediately bring people before Going to the northwest to protect Wang Hao from danger. When necessary... Take Wang Hao away from the battlefield at all costs. Start immediately!"
"Yes, Wang Ye!" A Jin went away.
Ink repaired some powerless and sat down on the chair, whispering softly: "Ali... you must be safe and sound..."
The war in the northwest seems to have erupted for a long time, and finally broke out in an instant. After entering Hongzhou, Zhennan Wang soon discovered that the Mohist army’s offensive was more fierce than once, and the speed at which they wanted to advance was slower and slower. Looking far away from Hongzhou City, which is far away, the face of Zhennan Wang Yin has never seen a sunny day. He knew that when he got on the glass, he was tempted by the hinterland of the northwest. But what about that? Even if the Xiling army loses its troops, the Mohist army will not be better than them. He definitely does not believe in the same strength, he will fight a woman. And time does not allow him to stop and wait for the reinforcements on the Xiling border. He must take Hongzhou City as quickly as possible, control the entire northwest to open the way for the upcoming reinforcements, and also prepare for entering the Chuchu.
"Wang Ye, most of the Mojiajun have returned to Hongzhou City, and should be prepared to stay in Hongzhou."
Zhennan Wang Yangmei smiled. "This king thought that Yeli had any good tricks. He died in Hongzhou... Can she keep it for ten days or half a month? When the army of our army arrives, she can still receive a few in Hongzhou. "The day?" The generals said: "Wang Ye can't be taken lightly. Ye Li was in the snow and shut down the 20,000 troops to keep Yonglin intact. It is really not to be underestimated." Zhennan Wang put away a smile and said: " The king will naturally not smash the Yeli, and attack Hongzhou City at the fastest speed!" Of course he will not slap her, he will use all his strength to break Hongzhou. It is not easy for a man of his age to make mistakes. Thinking of the seemingly beautiful woman, he was really curious to wait until he broke Hongzhou station to her, can she still maintain that calm and calm?
On October 13th, the Xiling army finally came to the city, and Hongzhou City encountered an unprecedented and fierce attack. But the same, the Xiling army also encountered stubborn resistance that has never been seen before. On the upper floor of the city, the arrows of the black clouds ride like a shower to the invaders under the city, but the people under the city also go forward and continue to die. Zhennan Wang Zema stood behind the army and vaguely saw a Tsing Yi woman sitting at the highest point of the Hongzhou City Tower sitting quietly, looking down at the bottom of the fight. Behind the Tsing Yi woman, several tall men stood up, and the same bystanders killed this. Far away, Zhennan Wang can still recognize, the handsome man in the red dress is the heart of the phoenix. Seeing that his opponent is so leisurely sitting on the high platform, Zhennan Wang’s eyes are murderous and angry, and he is very angry. "A good king!"
On the high platform, Ye Liu also looked far away from a place in the distance behind the Xiling army. He turned back and smiled at Feng Zhiyao: "Feng San, is this the first time we face-to-face battle with Zhennan Wang?" It’s a boring turn over the white-eyed road:
Isn’t it? It’s not a trick to play before, but it’s all the way to fight back and forth. If you play this way, let others wonder if our Mohist army will only retreat.
Listening to Feng Zhi A resentful complaint, Ye Liu smiled and said: "If this is the case, it should be celebrated to be a good one..." After that, Ye Li turned and took over from the Qin Feng, and gently stroked it. A little, the crisp tone flows from the fingers. The glazed smile is shallow, and the ten fingers are flexible and fluttering on the raft. The snoring grows from small to small and gradually spreads throughout the battlefield.
The soldiers who killed in the fight did not have the time to appreciate the magnificent music. Even the shattered gods on the battlefield might have to pay for their own lives. But the seemingly sullen but seemingly high voice was clearly passed to every soldier's ear. The men of the Mohist army seemed to recall the glory of the Mohist army in the song, as if they saw the heroic and domineering of the kings who took them to charge.
"Expelling the thief, vibrating my soul!" Not only did anyone shout, the people on the battlefield immediately murdered, "kill!"
Standing next to Ye Li, Feng Zhiyao slightly discolored: "This is... "The King of the King broke the music"..." Ye Li did not answer, the hands of the fingers flew out of a string of powerful and murderous songs. Ye Li was educated by Xu and Xu family since he was a child. How could it really be unreasonable? I just didn't like it. This first entry is a Guqin song, with a magnificent atmosphere, simple and elegant, and an ancient style. However, Ye Li feels that it is more suitable for interpretation with 琵琶, just like the past ten ambush, other instruments may not be able to play, but it is absolutely difficult to achieve the effect. His and range are very intense and atmospheric. Feng Zhiyao apparently did not expect Ye Liu to answer, but whispered: "The more the king has broken the music, it has been lost for more than two hundred years, and only Xu Jia will have such an ancient music score."
The two armies fought, and the so-called narrow roads met the brave. When the Mohist soldiers were murderous because of their own kings, the momentum of the Xiling soldiers would be weaker. In the distance, the Xiling army’s flag fluttered out of the town. The southern king was staring at the distant Tsing Yi, and his eyes were fine. The generals who followed him whispered: "Wang Ye... The Mohist army is full of momentum, not as good as we first...avoiding its edge?" I have to say that the king is indeed a talent, and the district will be awkward and will be the whole The momentum of the Mohist army has been raised to a higher level. Zhennan Wang Yangtian smiled, and the whip in his hand went to the highest point in the city and smiled and said: "This woman is interesting. It is a waste with her. The haha... dare to kill the innocent, this woman ...the king is going to be fixed!"
The generals around him should not dare to persuade. Zhennan Wang smiled: "I heard that Mo Xiu is a genius of the platoons. I just don't know that Mo Xiuzhen is not in the army now. Can the Mo Jiajun still be able to break the line?" Zhennan Wang obviously heard the song just now. It is the king’s break, and the Xiling Dong Chu was a source of the same millennium. Many cultures are different but they are similar. A wave of hands, behind the drums, several soldiers danced the red flag in their hands. Soon, the battle of the Xiling soldiers began to change, and such changes naturally did not lie in the condescending Ye Liu and others. Feng Zhiyao frowned and looked at the changes in the bottom. He said: "Six flower arrays... No, what is the difference..."
I saw that the soldiers of the Xilin under the city formed a huge formation of the inner circle very quickly, and this huge array was covered with countless small arrays. The number of people who came to the city to fight against the Mohist army was originally less than that of the Xiling army. At this time, it was as if the water was as small as the ocean.
Feng Zhiyao snorted, and waved the blue flag on the city's head. The battle of the Mojiajun also changed into a huge black dragon plate on the entire battlefield. The domineering leader was the most elite black cloud rider of the Mohist army. No one dared to touch the edge wherever he went. When the black dragon swayed, the enemy's battles could only be shaken in sevens and eights.
Behind the Xiling army, the black flag was raised. The six-flower array on the battlefield was re-enacted as a giant penguin and quickly grabbed the body of the black dragon, and instantly cut the dragon into two segments.
"Damn!" Feng Zhiyao cursed a low voice, and the city head changed the flag again. The dragon of the Mohist army immediately turned into countless black arrows and rushed to the huge Peng bird.
Ye Li got up and watched the battle under the city. The so-called array of modern warfare has long been lost, and it is not needed. Therefore, Ye Li is very strange to this. Although he has seen many in the military books, the actual application is blank. At this time, watching Feng Zhiyao command the military array, there are some real concepts in mind. By the way, I bowed my head and thought about the way to break the line.
What is the ugly night at five o'clock?