Rong Changan always felt a little awkward when a woman was named the God of War, and it didn't please her ears. But no matter whether she likes this title or not, the more than 30,000 imperial guards have already shouted in unison:
"Long live Queen Rong! Long live the God of War!"
Such cheers made Rong Changan's blood surge and his eyes moist. At the moment she was born, God had infused her with the blood of a man. She lived for the country, the people, and this peace-loving soldier, and died for them.
"Pan Meichen has not been caught yet, everyone, don't let your guard down. There is still a fierce battle waiting for us tonight."
Her ultimate goal is to lure Pan Meichen to save food and grass, and ambush him in a favorable terrain.
"Queen Rong, I don't understand." Lin Hai's brows formed a question mark.
Rong Changan asked gently: "What don't you understand?"
"Why did you deliberately leak out the gap in the south to let Liu Yiming escape?"
The corner of Rong Chang'an's mouth curled up into a confident smile, a smile that could fascinate him for a lifetime. In an army full of men, there were more women's smiles, it was like a white lotus blooming in the desert.
"Think about it, if Liu Yiming went back and told Pan Meichen, would Pan Meichen send troops? Isn't his sending troops just in our plan!"
Lin Hai patted his forehead, and his eyes lit up: "What the queen said is true! Look at my brain, why can't I think of this level."
Rong Changan said: "It's not too late now, let's go to the ambush site and wait for Pan Meichen to take the bait!"
Thirty thousand horses marched quickly, and soon came to the place that Rong Changan had seen on the marching map. The terrain here is undulating, there is an embankment, and there is a poplar tree on the embankment. At this time, the moon rises to the middle of the sky, shining brightly on the unmelted white snow.
Rong Chang'an arranged 30,000 horses behind the dry embankment and hid them among the poplar trees, waiting for Pan Meichen to come and ambush them.
Rong Chang'an saw that a poplar tree was relatively thick, and it was as large as ten circles. With the sound of the wolf, Rong Changan drew out his soft sword, and saw a flash of cold light, the bark of the tree splashed everywhere, and a white patch appeared on the trunk.
"Queen Rong, what are you going to do?"
While carrying a knife on the tree trunk like a pen, Rong Changan said, "Have you heard the story of Sun Bin and Pang Juan? During the Battle of Maling, Sun Bin carved the prophecy that 'Pang Juan will die under this tree' on the tree trunk. Later Pang Juan came and led his troops past, lit a torch and looked at the writing on the tree trunk, and when he finished reading the writing, Sun Bin's army fired ten thousand arrows and shot Pang Juan to death under the tree."
Lin Hai understood: "Now the queen is Sun Bin, and Pan Meichen is Pang Juan. As long as Pan Meichen lights the fire to look after the writing on the tree trunk, we will shoot Pan Meichen to death under the tree."
A trace of pain appeared in Rong Changan's bright eyes: "How did Pan Meichen shoot Song Qiang to death? I want him to pay in blood!"
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The night is quiet, it seems like a monster, crouching, waiting for the prey to enter its sight, and then launch an attack. When Pan Meichen received Liu Yiming's reward, he was furious. Knowing that Rong Chang'an had sent troops to burn food and grass, he immediately gathered 10,000 people and rushed to reinforce them.
After passing the white slope, I saw that the front was pitch black, and there was no light from the inside. Pan Meichen couldn't help shivering, pointing with a whip:
"What's in front, why is it so dark?"
A guide reported: "Report to the king, it is a poplar forest."
Pan Meichen reined in her horse and lingered, her brows were tightly furrowed, her face was solemn and gloomy, just like the gloomy and dark night.
"My lord, why did you stop? If you don't hurry, Rong Chang'an will burn all our savings!"
Pan Meichen seemed to feel a murderous aura coming from the forest ahead, which made his hair stand on end.
"The forest in front is windy and windy, I'm afraid there will be an ambush."
Liu Yiming didn't take it seriously: "The purpose of Rong Chang'an is to run for food and grass, why would he ambush soldiers and horses here? Your Majesty is too worried."
Pan Meichen still didn't dare to move forward: "Leading troops to fight, if you don't pay attention, there will be millions of dead bodies. Let's wait and see."
Liu Yiming was already impatient: "If we wait any longer and the food and grass are burned, how can we fight Rong Chang'an!"
Pan Meichen's eyes were bright and sharp, and she squinted her eyes half-closed to look in front of Qian: "Master Liu, there is a white side in front of you, I don't know what it is."
Liu Yiming took a closer look, and sure enough, there was a hazy white in the black.
"It's too far away, and I don't know what it is."
Pan Meichen looked at Liu Yiming with a grin and smiled: "Master Liu, go over and see for me what it is. If there is no problem, we will continue to march in and reinforce the army guarding the food and grass."
If there is no ambush, Pan Meichen will attack immediately; if there is an ambush, let Liu Yiming bear the brunt.
Liu Yiming was also afraid that there would be an ambush ahead, so he looked a little embarrassed: "This..."
Pan Meichen suddenly stared at the big eyes of the copper bell, and the corners of his mouth were raised sinisterly and ferociously: "Why, Mr. Liu refuses to look at it? If you are so timid, how can you serve as an adviser by this king's side?"
Liu Yiming gritted his teeth and agreed to watch. Pan Meichen gave him a thousand troops, and Liu Yiming led them slowly to the big tree. The first thing Liu Yiming observed was not the handwriting on the big tree, but looked around to see if there was any ambush by Rong Changan. Just listening to the north wind rustling in the woods, it was like the sea in the dark night, deep and silent.
"Master Liu, what words do you see engraved on the tree?" A leader said.
Liu Yiming picked up the lantern and pointed at the writing on the trunk: "Pan Meichen died under this tree!"
Liu Yiming was so astonished that he fell down under the horse in fright.
"My lord, it's not good, there is..."
Before he finished speaking, tens of thousands of feathered arrows were shot at him. The poor generation of treacherous officials ended up like this, and they were shot into a hedgehog by random arrows.
The remaining more than a thousand soldiers were all shot to death under the dry embankment by the Royal Forest Army. The screams made this quiet night no longer quiet.
Pan Meichen's war horse jumped up in shock and screamed. He watched more than a thousand of his soldiers and horses die under thousands of arrows, and he was so angry that he gritted his steel teeth to pieces.
At this time, from the poplar grove behind the embankment, a neat team came out, and the torches shone like daylight. , the team of tens of thousands of people shouted slogans together:
"Catch Pan Meichen alive!"
"Revenge for General Song!"
One of the generals was wearing a silver armor with a scarlet cloak on the back, twisting a soft sword like a whip in his hand, and the word "Rong" was written on the huge handsome flag on the right; Holding a simple knife, majestic.
Just now Rong Changan thought that the person who came to see the handwriting was Pan Meichen, but he didn't think it was Liu Yiming. He wanted to hold back and wait for Pan Meichen to take the bait, but Liu Yiming yelled out. As a last resort, Rong Changan had to order the army to shoot Liu Yiming to death.