No one in the Wang family, including Huang Yun who came later, had ever thought that Zhao Changhe could be so shameless.
How did people fight wars in the past? Cui Wenjing and Wang Daoning chatted in a tacit and elegant manner at the waterside far away from the battlefield. After chatting, they started fighting alone. Regardless of winning or losing, they would not easily get involved in the battle over there.
When the battle of Yanmen was so fierce, Temur did not rush to the city gate to lead the troops. Although it was mainly because he was afraid that Xia Longyuan would suddenly appear when they were surrounded, at least half of the reason was because he could not lose face.
With the ability of the Heavenly Ranking, going to slaughter a group of soldiers who don't even have a gate will make the world laugh. If you take down this city, you will lose face. Unless it is an extremely important and desperate situation, few people will do this.
Not only did Zhao Changhe let it go, but after shooting and killing Cao Boping, he even excitedly wielded his broadsword and rushed straight to the water stronghold. After chopping people and horses to the ground, he rode straight to Juancheng in the rear without stopping, and even wielded his sword to be the first to climb up.
The defender of Juancheng surrendered directly without even resisting.
Huang Yang had originally thought that everyone would stay in their own base camps, check each other, and the generals below would fight them. This battle would take at least half a year to reach Langya, and maybe just one river bank would take half a year. As a result, in just one morning, all the people from the river bank to Juancheng in the rear changed their ownership, and an important base was directly established on the east bank of the Yellow River.
The base on the other side of the river was taken away, which was a serious strategic loss. No matter who was asked to deal with this situation, they must gather all their strength to attack back and take back this stronghold.
But at this moment Wang Daozhong said he was powerless.
This kind of civil war is very official in nature. Both sides are basically all soldiers from Daxia. The biggest problem is that it is easy to accept surrenders. Once the situation is not right, some will flee and refuse to fight, while others will surrender on the spot and be directly incorporated. Not only will the other side not kill the surrendered, but they can even use them directly by changing their flags.
In Juancheng, from the city lord to the garrison commander, a lot of positions are still in the court, and there are files. Cui Yuanyong did nothing more than temporarily suspend them and retain them, yes, retain them, and there is no need to detain them. The key positions were replaced by Cui's confidants, and the soldiers below were washed off some of the strong Wang family marks, and they directly became Han soldiers, and even the orders were universal.
The riverside water fort was originally heavily guarded, but now some of them have fled, and most of the remaining ones have become Han soldiers. Cui Yuanyong's stationing in Juancheng is not so much to consolidate the strategic station as to digest the new soldiers and reorganize the team. Juancheng has a lot of food and grass to support the water fort, and Cui Yuanyong's mouth is crooked.
Wang Daozhong suddenly realized that his side had more troops, but the situation turned around overnight...
In fact, it was the same in the Battle of Puyang. Once Puyang was broken, the rear would be smooth and there would be no suspense.
This is not over yet. Wan Dongliu in the south is attacking like crazy. They are very close to the Langya base camp and can reach Langya in less than two days. So Wang Daoning had to deal with this trouble first. He thought that if Wan Tianxiong fell, Jianghuai would be in chaos. Few of the arrogant soldiers of the Cao Gang could really obey a young leader.
As a result, Zhao Changhe returned from the sea inexplicably, and Xuanwu sat in Jianghuai to support Wan Dongliu. Wan Tianxiong's fall did not affect Wan Dongliu's overall control of the power. This time, the nature of the attack became revenge for his father, and the force of the stab in the anus was much greater than when Wan Tianxiong himself was there. It was like holding a mace and stabbing...
How could they concentrate their forces to retake the riverbank stronghold if they divided their troops to resist the crazy Wan Dongliu? They could only watch Zhao Changhe and Cui Yuanyong digest what they had gained, unable to do anything.
If this continues, the battle will turn into the Defense War of Langya within ten days, and the excellent depth of the land of Qi and Lu will be as if it does not exist.
Wang Daoxin was anxious and went to Huang Yan: "God, we can't just sit here and wait. If we are surrounded and become an isolated city, there is no point in fighting!"
Huang Yang opened his eyes from his practice. He felt helpless. He had not recovered completely from the injury he had received from Zhao Changhe. It had only been three or four days, and the other party had already crossed the river...
"Don't worry. These past few days I have been thinking over and over about the battle with Zhao Changhe. His real strength is not that strong. He relies on the power of the magic weapon. The power of the magic weapon is not his own power after all. I already know how to deal with it. Even if I really attack Langya, I can teach him a lesson."
Wang Daozhong was helpless: "If we really set the battlefield during the defense of Langya, Langya would be destroyed in that battle. What's the point?"
Huang Yan said: "Even if I take Zhao Changhe away now, can you stop Cui Yuanyong and Wan Dongliu from attacking from both sides?"
"I can't stop it." Wang Daozhong answered very simply.
"So..." Huang Yang showed a sinister smile: "Since Zhao Changhe will personally fight ordinary soldiers, then why must my target be Zhao Changhe? Zhao Changhe rose from the grassroots in a short time, and he couldn't understand why the original Tianbang strongmen would not easily go down to participate in ordinary battles, let alone gods and demons... Because if you do this, others will do the same. Those who break the rules must bear the consequences of breaking the rules."
Wang Daozhong's eyes lit up: "What the gods mean..."
"If I go to the west, I can only hold Zhao Changhe back. But I can go to the south... The Cao Gang has 100,000 people, but in my eyes, they are just 100,000 ants to help you defeat them. How do you think?"
Wang Daozhong was ecstatic: "If this is the case, Langya will have nothing to worry about!"
Huang Yang smiled and disappeared.
… …
At this time, Wan Dongliu had already broken through Tancheng, and ahead was Lanling, which was the last line of defense south of Langya. It was too close for him to go north from Xuzhou.
He was not in a hurry to continue north to Lanling, and temporarily stationed in Tancheng to rest.
After all, we have to wait for the battle on the western front to join forces with Cui Yuanyong, otherwise we will be easily defeated one by one. In fact, we are not far away. As long as Cui Yuanyong keeps his troops unhindered, breaks through two more cities, and crosses Weishan Lake, we will join forces.
Even so, the distance difference between them meant that the risk of being defeated one by one was still very high. Once they were attacked, Cui Yuanyong would not be able to provide support in time. Wan Dongliu made every effort to strengthen the city defenses. He did not dare to sleep at night and patrolled the city personally.
Nightfall.
Wan Dongliu stood on the top of the city wall and looked at the moon. There was no snow tonight, and the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. It was almost the twelfth lunar month, but strangely, the closer he got to Langya, the hotter he felt. But the weather was still very cold, and this heat was more like a lack of water, which was so dry that there was no snow.
In the world of gods and demons, a lot of common sense has changed from past cognition. Wan Dongliu knows how dangerous this kind of war is, because the opponents they face are no longer human.
When the gap in strength is too big, the number of people loses its meaning. Even if there are a million people, they cannot stop the collapse of Mount Tai.
With one arrow from Zhao Changhe, the Yellow River lost its meaning. What about the opponent? Would he just foolishly challenge Zhao Changhe to a duel
Wan Dongliu had a vague suspicion that the other party might come here.
But he did not back down. Neither the revenge for his father nor the faith he had since childhood allowed him to retreat.
The city wall suddenly shook slightly, as if there was an earthquake. The deputy generals around were all startled: "Young Master, it seems like there is an earthquake? Hurry down and go to an open area..."
"Go ahead." Wan Dongliu smiled and slowly took out a dark blue mask from his arms and put it on his face.
Generals: “?”
Wan Dongliu looked up at the moon and said calmly, "I am the Twenty-Eight Constellations Zhen Shuiyin under the command of the Night Emperor. I am honored to meet His Excellency Huang Yang."
The air twisted, and Huang Yan suddenly appeared in the void, somewhat surprised: "You don't think that I will let you go for the sake of Ye Di?"
Wan Dongliu smiled and said, "Not really."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Now that the Holy Church reigns supreme, we don't need to hide. The mask can slightly increase our strength and defense."
Huang Yang seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world: "You... want to be my enemy?"
"Even though I may not be able to take any of your attacks, it's better than waiting to die."
"Hasn't it occurred to you that you could surrender?"
"I haven't thought about it." Wan Dongliu said calmly: "Of course, this mask has another meaning."
"What?"
"As a believer of the Night Emperor, I want to see if the Lord God will come to save me and whether faith in gods and demons has any meaning."
“Ha…hahahaha!” Huang Yang laughed so hard that he fell backwards. “Then there’s no need to try. Your Night Emperor died a long time ago, hahahaha!”
Wan Dongliu said calmly: "I don't think a demon god who can't even defeat Qinglong is qualified to know the life and death of Yedi. I doubt that you didn't even have the qualifications to meet Yedi back then."
Huang Yang's smile turned into a ferocious one: "Then you should ask Him in your own grave!"
"Boom!" The city wall suddenly collapsed and Wan Dongliu fell into the city. Countless stones from the city wall above fell down with a loud bang, as if to bury him alive.
Wan Dongliu slid left and twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the rocks. Huang Huang came from the sky and blocked the moonlight.
The skinny hand was about to slap down: "Die, ant."
Before he finished speaking, Huang Yang's heart suddenly jumped, and before he could slap out with his palm, it suddenly swept to the side.
A golden arrow came silently in front of him, and was just deflected by this slap.
"Zhao Changhe!"
Huang Yang turned around and saw Zhao Changhe riding a flying horse under the full moon, slashing down with his sword raised: "I knew you were only capable of this!"
Wan Dongliu's face beneath the mask revealed a fanatical expression, and the eyes of the other Four Symbols followers behind him and the Cao Gang soldiers who were being taught the Four Symbols religion were all filled with fanaticism.
In fact, it was normal for Zhao Changhe to come. Huang Yang would think that he should come to beat Wan Dongliu, and Wan Dongliu also felt that he would most likely be beaten. Zhao Changhe has always been a smart man, so it was normal for him to have anticipated this, but it does not mean that it was really the Night Emperor appearing.
But this was so exciting that Wan Dongliu didn't even think about whether Zhao Changhe might lose. He led his men into the city without hesitation, shouting, "The Lanling army is on its way to take over the city defense! Follow me and attack them by surprise!"
(End of this chapter)