Countless soldiers from the State of Jin appeared in the shadow of the night, watching with eager eyes.
Wei Mingshan's heart sank, knowing that he had been ambushed.
The Jin infantrymen were divided into groups of several people, forming square formations. The front row all held specially made spears, with the tips of the spears flashing coldly in the night and pointing outwards.
The soldiers with shields, sabers and short swords surrounded them from front and back.
They set up this formation specifically targeting cavalry, obviously well prepared to stop the enemy here.
Wei Mingshan experienced countless battles in his life.
Although he stepped into an ambush, he quickly calmed down and began to think rapidly in his mind.
How did Mo Qiaosheng know that I would appear here tonight
No, he couldn't have known.
But he must have received the news from Haojing, and by trying to figure out my intentions, he thought that I might be able to lead the army to break out.
Therefore, he completely weakened the defense line in this area during the day in order to lure me to this side.
If I were him, I would order every camp nearby to be on guard every night.
No matter which camp the enemy breaks through from, as long as we can delay the enemy for a moment.
It won't take long for the rest of the troops to form a siege.
Sure enough, signal smoke was lit in the camp, and thick smoke rose up in the night.
They were passing on messages, calling for reinforcements.
Wei Mingshan thought, it seems that there are not many people stopping me here, probably no more than a thousand.
We must break out as quickly as possible and prevent the enemy from encircling us.
This time he brought out 5,000 elite cavalry, all of whom were his trusted confidants who had followed him through thick and thin.
He wanted to break through the siege in one fell swoop and bring in reinforcements from other places.
Then find ways to defeat the besieging troops one by one from the outside.
He hoped to join forces with the more than 10,000 troops left behind in the city to defeat the Jin army from both inside and outside.
This was a very risky tactic, and he was extremely worried about Du Luowei and Mo Zang Yuanqi who stayed behind in the city.
To fight against mediocre opponents, Weimingshan likes to launch surprise attacks.
But facing a strong opponent like Mo Qiaosheng, he felt that he should seek victory in the safest way.
Unfortunately, now his king no longer leaves him the opportunity to advance steadily.
He could only take a gamble and hope to win in danger.
But as soon as he left the city, it was as if the other party had seen through everything and made him step into an ambush.
Wei Mingshan had a bad feeling in his heart.
He calmed his chaotic thoughts, looked at the thick smoke rising into the sky, and decisively raised his arm and shouted: "Change to a cone formation, prepare the lasso, and break out!"
In the dark night,
Mo Qiaosheng led his troops to garrison on a high ground.
He was riding his horse and standing on the top of the hill.
Finally, I saw a fire light up on the dark ground.
The smoke of war rose up into the sky.
Then bright flames lit up one after another around the fire.
It's like a string of bright pearls lighting up the dark earth.
It is the camp where Yang Sheng is stationed.
finally come.
Mo Qiaosheng took out a pendant hanging around his neck, put the dark brown nail plate to his lips and kissed it gently.
Then he drew out his sword and swung it through the air: "Order the entire army, follow me to attack and surround the enemy!"
Yang Luhou squatted in a lunge.
In his hand he tightly grasped a specially made spear, the shaft of which was exceptionally long and thick.
He pressed the handle tightly into the ground, and the sharp tip of the spear pointed directly at the Quanrong cavalry not far away.
There were countless such spears on his sides, and in front of him were comrades holding shields to protect his body. The thick shields blocked the sharp arrows shot by the enemies for him.
The iron cavalry of the Quanrong rode fiercely and fearlessly, accompanied by the sound of the wind.
Rushed towards him.
The horse's hooves stepped on the caltrops that they had scattered on the ground in advance, and the warhorse neighed and fell to the ground, throwing the rider off the horse.
The soldiers behind Yang Houzhao immediately extended their long hooks, grabbed the enemy's body, and dragged the fallen Quanrong soldier over. Countless short-sword fighters drew out their short blades and took a life in an instant.
But the enemy cavalry still charged fearlessly, and the corpses of their horses and the Quanrong people filled the obstacles they had set up in advance.
Those nomadic people who were good at horse fighting were swinging lassoes in their hands.
A long rope was thrown over, and several comrades around him were immediately dragged out of the position. The enemy rode back on horseback, dragging people along the way.
The enemy's attack was so fierce that the phalanx suddenly became chaotic.
"Tighten the formation, don't panic, don't panic." Yang Luhou shouted desperately.
Now he is a squad leader, in charge of a team of ten people.
He watched helplessly as one of his brothers was lassoed by the enemy, and the body was dragged behind the enemy's horse while struggling, and the enemy stabbed him back and forth with several long spears.
The brother who had just leaned against him stopped moving.
"Don't panic, just hold on for me, General Mo will be here soon." Yang Sheng's roar echoed nearby.
Yang Luhou nervously gathered his team of ten people, but suddenly his arms tensed and he lost his balance.
His upper body was tightly bound by a noose and he was dragged away from his teammates unexpectedly.
He kicked his legs desperately, but his body was dragged involuntarily on the ground mixed with blood and corpses.
It's over. I'm done.
Yang Luhou was terrified.
He seemed to see countless enemy spears piercing his body back and forth, turning him into a bloody corpse.
A figure rushed out from the Jin army's formation, and with a flash of his sword, he cut the rope that tied Yang Luhou.
The man rolled on the ground, came in front of Yang Luhou, and raised the shield in his hand to block several sharp arrows.
"Go!" The man drew his sword and blocked the enemy's spear.
"Sheng, Brother Sheng." Yang Lu burst into tears. Regardless of the pain all over his body, he crawled back to his own formation.
Wei Mingshan calmly watched the battle situation in front of him. In the firelight, he saw a man rushing out from the enemy's battle formation.
This person's features were very obvious. There was a long scar on his face that spanned half of his face, and even his ear was missing a hole.
This man had fought against me in Bianzhou, and he was a fierce general. He must be the leader of this team.
"Capture this guy!" Wei Mingshan gave the order, and he personally led his troops to rush into the battle.
Yang Sheng wanted to retreat back to his own position.
But more and more enemies are pestering him.
He was wounded in many places and his movements were becoming slow.
He wiped his face and looked back between the gaps in the blood. His own position behind him was already in chaos.
Yang Sheng had fought in so many battles, but this was the first time he encountered such a powerful enemy.
The defense line he had worked so hard to set up showed signs of collapse in a short period of time.
Perhaps the enemy will break through from here in their next attack.
The sword in Yang Sheng's hand was soaked in the enemy's blood and was so sticky that he could hardly hold it.
He threw away the knife in his hand, turned over, picked up a scimitar from the body of Quanrong, and held it in front of him.
"I'd rather die here than let you pass!"
A dark iron spear came towards him with a sound of wind, and Yang Sheng raised his sword to block it.
The force of the iron spear was so great that it knocked the seriously injured man to the ground.
Yang Sheng rolled on the ground, trying to get up.
Several gun tips flashing with cold light were already in front of his eyes.
The Quanrong general Wei Mingshan, riding on a powerful warhorse, looked down at him and said coldly: "Tie him up, tie him in front of the formation, and break out in one fell swoop!"
At this moment, the camp was lit up with tiny sparks of fire.
In an instant, more and more people gathered.
Countless soldiers holding torches appeared on the surrounding heights and surrounded the place tightly.
As the flames flickered, the men and horses separated and a black-robed general emerged. It was Mo Qiaosheng.
"General Wei, I've heard a lot about you." Mo Qiaosheng said.
Wei Mingshan's eyes were red as he looked up at the enemy standing on the high ground. He tightened his jaw and his masseter muscles trembled.
He knew that he had already lost the battle.
Even if he could break out of the siege, only a few of the 5,000 soldiers around him would be left.
He drew the long knife from his waist and put it on Yang Sheng's neck.
Before charging into the battle line at all costs, he wanted to use the enemy's blood as a sacrifice to the flag.
"Wait a minute, General Wei, if you don't strike with the sword, there will still be room for us to maneuver. If you do, we will have no choice but to fight to the death." The black figure on the high hill spoke coldly.
Wei Mingshan sneered: "If you make way for me, I will let him go."
"Even if I open a way, you will have nowhere to go." Mo Qiaosheng spoke slowly.
While he was speaking, silence fell among the Jin army.
In the darkness of the night, the only sound that could be heard was the occasional crackling of sparks from the torches.
The flickering firelight cast flickering shadows on the young face.
That man uttered words that made Wei Mingshan's heart sink into an ice cave.
"As soon as you left Zhengzhou, our generals Helan and Yu led their troops to attack the city."
"The two generals you left in Zhengzhou are not as patient as you. When I came here, I heard that they rushed out of the city to meet the enemy without hesitation. By now, Zhengzhou might have been captured by our Great Jin."
As if to verify his words, a huge roar was heard from the direction of Zhengzhou City.
Then, a faint light of fire appeared on the other side of the sky.
That was the sound of a ramming car hitting the city gate.
If the defending general had not been so reckless, the enemy's ramming car would not have been able to reach the city gate in such a short period of hours.
Huge noises came in waves, knocking on Weimingshan's heart again and again.
"Although I am your enemy, I have always respected you. I know that you are not leaving the city to escape."
"In my mind, I estimate that the general wants to divert our troops. Secondly, he probably wants to go to the nearby Zhaiyang or Xingyang to ask for reinforcements." Mo Qiaosheng's words were intertwined with the roar coming from afar.
"The funny thing is, although I know it clearly in my heart, the general's master in Gaojing will probably not think so. He will only blame you for leading the army to flee privately, resulting in the loss of Zhengzhou, which is a serious crime. You are charged with a serious crime, do you still have to fight your way out of here and return to Gaojing to die?"
Every word Mo Qiaosheng said hit the most painful part of Wei Mingshan's heart.
He was a Xirong, and the Han dynasty had no place for him. And he had long since lost his place in the Xirong court.
Although the world is big, there is no place for him to stay.
"My Lord of Great Jin is a monarch with a heart as big as the sea. As long as you are willing to surrender to Great Jin, I can ensure that the general's talents can be better utilized. At the same time, I swear that I will never harm the lives of your soldiers."
"I am a foreigner. How can Marquis Jinyue tolerate me?" Wei Mingshan snorted coldly.
Mo Qiao drew out his sword and slashed his arm without hesitation.
He raised his hand and red blood dripped from the air.
"Our blood is the same as yours, the Xirong people, both are red, there is no difference. The so-called alien race is just a concept in your mind, General Wei."
"I was once a slave. In the eyes of us Han people, a slave is not even a human being."
"But my lord never cares about your origin. She only sees your ability and your loyalty, and will never doubt you because of your status."
The blade of Weimingshan slowly dropped and left Yang Sheng's throat little by little.
The author has something to say: Mo Qiaosheng: Yang Sheng, in order to save you, I said the most words I have ever said in one breath in my life.
Yang Sheng: Thank you, my friend. From now on my life belongs to you.