The next day, Feng Yejun gathered outside Qingxu Valley.
At this time, the sky is clear, the sun hangs high, and the vision is very clear. Turning around the foot of the mountain, the pass of Qingxu Valley is not far away. Although it is not visible now, it is conceivable that the deep valley is coiled like a long snake. Stretched in this barren mountain, and they were about to enter the belly of the snake and fight to the death.
After waiting for a long time, the scout ran back and knelt down in front of Feng Yema: "General, the rebels set up an ambush above the Qingxu Valley."
"How many ambushes?"
"About a thousand."
"What about the pass?"
"There are no rebels at the entrance, but the exit has been blocked by the rebel army."
Feng Ye waved his hand and glanced at Yan Sikong.
Yan Sikong squinted his eyes slightly, and rode his horse around for a circle: "Very good, the wind direction has not changed."
"God help me too."
Yan Sikong nodded: "As we expected, the time is short and the mountain roads are difficult, and the rebels can't bring a lot of luggage into the mountains, so there are fewer ambushes and more in the front. In this case, this plan It's feasible, but..." He looked back at the crowd of soldiers behind him, "Even if we can rush out, the casualties of our army must be heavy."
Feng Ye said solemnly: "If we take a detour, the food and grass will be cut off, and the casualties of our army will be even more difficult to estimate. This is the only way."
Wang Moxiu said: "General, I would like to be the vanguard."
Feng Ye shook his head, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Liu Yong, take a thousand soldiers and climb up the mountain. It's okay to disperse the rebels' ambush, kill them, and don't pursue them."
"promise!"
"Bai Shangren, prepare horses, wormwood, and fire oil, and wait for my order."
"promise!"
"Yan Sikong." Feng Ye looked ahead, without looking at Yan Sikong, "Lead eight hundred soldiers to garrison here to prevent the rebels from cutting off my retreat. If I retreat, I can also respond."
Yan Sikong opened his mouth, swallowed the words, cupped his hands and said, "No."
"Wang Moxiu."
"The end will be here."
Feng Ye clenched the spear in his hand: "The pass of Qingxu Valley is narrow, the army can only pass through in a snake shape, and cannot rush. I am the vanguard, leading the front army to charge and kill, you step in the back, lead the rear army to assist, and wait for the front army to get tired , the exchange of the front and rear armies, there is no slack. Remember, I will not retreat, whoever dares to retreat, will be decisive!"
"promise!"
Feng Ye whipped the reins, intending to march.
"General." Yan Sikong said softly.
Feng Ye paused, but still turned his head, his face remained unchanged, but his eyes had already revealed some emotions.
Yan Sikong clenched his fists towards him, and said in a deep voice, "Kong, guard the back road and wait for the good news."
Feng Ye returned the salute, turned around and rode away.
Yan Sikong stared at Fengye's back until it was overwhelmed by the army. Feng Ye is only nineteen this year, he has a premonition that he will have to watch the back of Feng Ye many times in his life, his ambition is everywhere, even if he is worried, he will never stop him.
Besides, he believed that both he and Feng Ye were born to play tricks on the situation, and this must not be where they died!
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Approaching the entrance of Qingxu Valley, Bai Shangren led a hundred cavalry out of the team. They dismounted in unison, tied the straw man tied overnight to the horse's back, tied branches and wooden sticks to the back of the horse, and poured oil on it. .
Looking at the restless war horses, Feng Ye remembered the time he spent at Guangning Racecourse when he was a child. War horses are the sharp blades of soldiers and the most important weapons of the country. Hence the bond with Yan Sikong.
If it is not a last resort, which general is willing to give up a hundred horses
Feng Ye said in a deep voice: "Send the soldiers to light the grass and trees, and smoke through the Qingxu Valley."
"yes!"
Hundreds of soldiers had already bundled timber, wormwood, and hay eaten by the horses into several bundles, carrying oil and torches, and ran towards the pass. They walked close to the wall. waiting for their army.
The soldiers risked their lives to go deep into the hinterland and ignited the vegetation. Soon, the smoke filled the air and was blown up by the wind. At this time, the vegetation was humid and the fire was not big. However, due to the narrowness of the valley, the smoke was difficult to disperse. Covered in thick smoke, it is difficult to see.
Feng Ye shouted: "Kill—"
The three armies roared together, and the sound of killing shook the sky.
A hundred cavalrymen set fire to the straw man on horseback, and savagely swung their whips to hit the horse's buttocks. The horse suffered from pain and was entangled in flames, and ran forward frantically.
Hundreds of war horses, dragging branches and slats, ran like a thousand troops, and the shouts of killing echoed through the valley behind them, no one suspected that it was a large army attacking for a while.
The bottom of the valley was filled with smoke, and the vision was unclear. The rebel general could only vaguely see a group of burning horses rushing into the valley through the smoke, and he had no time to pay attention, and shouted: "Put—"
Immediately, sharp arrows, wood and stones fell from the sky, and the voices in the valley were noisy, and it was difficult to distinguish people and horses.
The burning horses neighed in pain and ran amok without any rules. Some ran around in the valley, and some rushed straight for the exit. The rebels at the pass watched the thick fog gradually dissipate, and they were not in a panic. An unbearable enemy, but a fireball galloping at high speed.
The horses rushed into the enemy's formation, screaming one after another.
At this time, the horn sounded from above the Qingxu Valley, which was a signal that Liu Yong was already fighting with the ambush soldiers.
Feng Ye raised his spear, pointed straight ahead, and roared loudly: "Kill—" He clamped the horse's belly hard, and the horse flew out, and in a blink of an eye it had already galloped several feet away.
"Come on—"
Three thousand soldiers rushed into the Qingxu Valley. At this time, the smoke in the valley gradually dispersed, and the ambushes and arrows above were almost exhausted. They were dragged back by Liu Yong, and they were almost unable to "take care" of the enemy at the bottom of the valley. Over the grain belly.
Feng Ye took the lead, holding a long spear, and rushed towards the enemy line that had been smashed by the burning horses.
"Set up, set up!" the enemy general shouted.
Feng Ye's eyes were like torches, he stared straight ahead fearlessly, and headed towards Ru Lin's spears. When the sharp blade was about to string him and his horse together into a hedgehog, he leaped high from the horse's back, rolled over from the air, and fell down with bright red eyes. The cloak was like a smear of red clouds, accompanied by the mighty young general who fell into the enemy's formation. He swept his spear across, and the sound of sharp blades piercing through flesh could not be heard, and a row of enemy troops had been swept under their feet.
Feng Ye held a shield in one hand and brandished a 100-jin heavy gun in the other. He was deeply trapped in the enemy's formation without being chaotic, surrounded by the enemy without fear, and kept pushing back the enemy troops who were rushing to kill him.
"Protect the general!"
The soldiers in the rear quickly collided with the enemy army. The corpses of men and horses kept piling up in the pass that was no more than five or six feet away. In a ball, screams, blood, and flames interweave into a cruel picture.
There was a charge of fire and horses in front of them, and then the road was closed, and a gap was opened in the pass. The enemy generals screamed and deployed, and kept sending soldiers to block the gap with flesh and blood. Feng Ye was also mobilizing soldiers to use flesh and blood. body to tear it apart.
The enemy general saw that Feng Ye was so brave that he managed to kill him with his own strength, so the soldiers hesitated to approach him. He yelled immediately: "Whoever kills the enemy will be rewarded with a thousand pieces of gold, and he will be named five hundred princes!"
Under the heavy reward, there must be a brave man, and the soldiers swarmed up again, Feng Ye was injured in the abdomen and back, and his physical strength was exhausted, so Wang Moxiu hurriedly said: "The general retreats, I will enter!"
"You advance, I'll retreat!" Feng Ye roared while fighting.
Wang Moxiu led the vigorous rear army to replace the front army, and continued to charge: "Protect the general, protect the general—"
The soldiers rode their horses to defend Feng Ye, and Feng Ye climbed up on the horse, and while beheading, he shouted at the enemy general: "You bastard, you dare to fight me!"
"The son's name is out of the question, I think I just have a good father, but when I saw him today, it was a pity that he was born a hero." The enemy general shouted, "Today, your fate has come."
Feng Ye spat out the blood from his mouth, his body was messed up but his momentum remained undiminished, his red eyes were as fierce as a beast: "I, Feng Ye, never believed in fate, I was born to shoot arrows in all directions, ride a horse to kill enemies and move the world, just you You are not worthy of killing me!" He threw away the long spear that was already a little weak to hold, drew out his saber, cut a cavalryman off his horse with one sword, clamped the horse's belly hard, and continued to charge forward.
The enemy general stared straight at Feng Ye, with bruised veins on his face, he hissed and shouted: "Hold on, no one is allowed to retreat!"
Feng Ye yelled: "There are advances and no retreats in this road, if you advance, you will live, if you retreat, you will die, kill—"
The rear army led by Wang Moxiu took over the heavy casualties of the former army. It was as if it had been injected with new blood. The general was brave enough to die, and the soldiers were greatly encouraged. In addition, they had no way out. extremely.
Under the leadership of Feng Ye and Wang Moxiu, groups of soldiers fought to the death, and the gap in the enemy line was torn apart. Feng Ye saw that the time had come: "Send Yan Sikong to come and help!"
The horn sounded from the canyon, Yan Sikong had been silent for a long time on his horse, heard the order, and pulled out his saber: "Kill—"
The 800th Route Army also rushed into the Qingxu Valley, seeing that the gap in front had opened, while breaking the back, while responding, they followed Feng Ye and rushed out of the canyon in one fell swoop.
The rebel general saw that the defeat was unstoppable, and the morale of the enemy was so high that they could no longer confront each other, so they had to order their withdrawal.
Feng Ye led the troops to chase the enemy for twenty miles before giving up. He didn't really want to chase, but the rebels suffered significantly less damage than them. If he didn't pursue them, the rebels might think they were at the end of their ropes, and if they killed another carbine, they wouldn't be able to respond to the enemy. power.
After the battle ended, they took stock of the battle damage. More than half of them were killed or injured. Although they rushed out of the Green Beard Valley, they suffered heavy losses, but the road ahead was smooth, and their vitality was already evident. They have always won this battle!