The next day, the weather suddenly changed and there was a heavy fog, making it difficult to see anyone within a few meters.
But Wei Wu didn't dare to be careless at all. Such weather conditions are an excellent opportunity for both parties to make good plans.
The pockets that need to be knitted have already been knitted, and the defenses that need to be made are also in place. The Confederate soldiers had already eaten their fill before the fifth watch and took their places.
Not long after, the sound of horse hooves could be heard. Gradually, it became more and more intensive, and the shouts of killing also followed.
It turned out that Cui Yuan was also overjoyed when he saw the heavy fog.
"God is really helping me! Our army attacks from three sides. If a group of cavalry steps over, it will kill the Confederate army and make them cry for father and mother!"
"General, we must not underestimate the enemy. In such weather, the enemy will not see me, and I will not see the enemy. If the enemy is prepared, I am afraid it will be detrimental to our army!"
On the side, another general in the central army who was sitting with him, named Guan, had a worried look on his face and spoke admonishment.
Guan Yiming is said to be a descendant of Mr. Guan Er, who is good at using swords. However, under Cui Yuan's account, he was not taken seriously. This time, he was suppressed in the central army and had no chance to make any military achievements.
"Well, what you said makes sense, but it doesn't matter. I have 50,000 Chinese troops behind me. No matter how famous the Confederate army is, they can still handle it!"
Cui Yuan said this, but he didn't really care in his heart.
Guan Yiming didn't dare to say anything when he saw how stubborn he was.
The first person to enter the Nanjun camp was Jiao Meng, who was wielding a broadsword. He yelled and rushed over, cutting down the wooden fence in front of the Nanjun camp with one knife. However, due to limited vision, the Confederate Army that could be seen was only vague and vague. When they saw them coming in, they all wanted to run away.
"Take my shot!"
Suddenly, there was a general stabbing at him with a spear. It was none other than Ma Lu.
Jiao Meng was worried that he had no opponent to attack him, so he struck with his sword, hoping to let Ma Lu feel his power.
Unexpectedly, Ma Lu's shot was just a false move. Although he was a descendant of Ma Chao from Xiliang and had excellent marksmanship, he wanted to lure the enemy at this time, so he would not fight Jiao Meng to the death.
I saw him feint a shot, pull the reins of the horse, turn around and run away.
"Want to run!"
Jiao Meng didn't know what the plan was and was furious, so he immediately grabbed his horse and gave chase.
When the soldiers behind him saw that their leader was following him, they hurriedly followed him, fearing that he might suffer a loss.
But Jiao Meng chased for a while, but Ma Lu was nowhere to be seen.
"This cunning southerner!"
He reined in his horse and cursed bitterly.
"Haha, grandpa is here!"
Unexpectedly, at this time Malu appeared again out of nowhere.
"You thief, take my stab!"
Jiao Meng shouted and raised the knife high again.
"General Jiao, wait!"
The lieutenant behind him felt something was wrong and shouted to persuade him.
"Why?"
Jiao Mengyou was so angry that he asked him puzzledly.
"General Jiao, the enemy general has repeatedly avoided and refused to fight. This must be a deception! We must not pursue him again!"
The deputy general replied anxiously.
"Southern people are cowardly. They have always been like this. What should we be afraid of?"
Jiao Meng still didn't care.
"General Jiao, don't you think something is strange? We have been chasing the boss for a long time, but we haven't seen many enemy soldiers. There are really many dangers in this heavy fog!"
The lieutenant was really earnest in his words. In fact, the more he spoke, the more frightened he became.
After saying this, Jiao Meng seemed to wake up a little.
"Well, it's really strange. There are hundreds of thousands of Confederate troops. Why do they keep trying to avoid them? Oh no, we've fallen into a trap!"
When he yelled, he couldn't help but panic. When he looked behind him with wide eyes, he was even more shocked.
It turned out that this time he was chasing Malu all the way, but there seemed to be very few people behind him.
"Let's go back to camp!"
He slapped his sword and wanted to turn around and go back.
