After a day of fierce fighting, Ganzhou General Ling Yue also looked very tired.
He really admired the eldest prince's tenacity.
The attack on Changsha City lasted for more than a month, but unexpectedly, this young eldest prince actually defended the territory well and firmly secured the defense line. If the King of England's army hadn't attacked from behind, he thought it would have taken some time to capture Changsha City.
"General, get some rest early. Tomorrow, we have to attack Changsha City again!"
Seeing his expression, the personal guard quickly reminded him in a low voice.
"Alas, I killed a thousand enemies and wounded eight hundred myself. Although we tore through the enemy's left wing this time, our casualties were also very heavy. The south gate was unable to be attacked for a long time. Under the city wall, I don't know, someone was lying there again. How many brothers do we have?"
Ling Yue sighed.
Ling Yue had an elegant appearance and a thin body. Although he was named Ganzhou General, he was actually from Hangzhou. Unlike Wei Wu, his martial arts and tactics all came from his family training. Ling Yue's ancestor has always been one of the most trusted family generals of several generations of King Fu. Therefore, letting him go to Ganzhou shows that his trust level is average.
"General, nothing is more sad than this. In this war, there is no reason not to kill people. The compensation the general gave them is still very kind."
The guard advised.
"That's wrong, it was not given by me, the general, but by our prince. Alas, how can you conquer the world without losing your bones!"
Ling Yue stroked his beard, and his fair face, while feeling emotional, unconsciously added a bit of worry.
He has always known the aspirations of King Fu, and he is willing to be the pioneer and gallop around the world. However, he was in charge of Ganzhou and his responsibilities were not light. He had to guard against the imperial court's use of troops and guard against changes in King Ping on the left. Therefore, even if you have an ambition, you can only quietly follow the king's orders. Of course, he knew his position. Although he couldn't go all the way north, it was still important.
"Okay, I'm going to rest for a while. You wake me up when the ugly time comes, and I'll go around the camps again."
After a long while, Ling Yue nodded, and instead of taking off his clothes and armor, he leaned on his desk and fell asleep.
"General, don't worry!"
The guard quickly exited the door.
At that time, as Ganzhou's soldiers and horses advanced, Ling Yue's forward had already reached the south gate. And he himself was following closely behind. Although he did not want to go into battle and fight, he refused to retreat even half a step. His stay was in a small town five miles outside the south gate, very close to the forefront of the war.
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The night is finally deep.
The strangulation between the two armies on the left wing has ended for the time being. On both sides, you are on this side of the street and I am on the other side of the street, each on guard.
However, just as it was getting quieter, a group of men in black quickly walked out of the south gate and gradually disappeared outside the city. Their direction seemed to be pointing directly at the small town where Ling Yue was.
In this way, the crisis added a little more to the night.
However, it is not easy to get close to that small town. Along the way, there were three posts per post and one sentry per five steps. Ganzhou soldiers' camps were set up one after another, and it looked like a vast expanse. Especially when the crescent moon is in the sky, it looks really intimidating.
But this didn't seem to trouble these men in black.
Their familiarity with the terrain was like strolling in their own backyard, and their nimble movements added weight to their success in bypassing the peripheral defenses of Ganzhou soldiers.
Around the beginning of Haishi, they were lying in a bush a hundred meters outside the town, looking at the town that was still illuminated by lights in the dim night.
Goo, goo goo goo!
Not long after, the rather rhythmic sound of pigeons or sparrows sounded strangely in the night.
