Jinzhou.
Next to the grove three miles outside the city, a Tang army was responsible for setting up a camp to garrison.
There are a thousand people in the capital, equipped with a team of 100 muskets, and they are on duty in the stronghold in two shifts at midnight.
Their mission was to prevent the enemy forces in Jinzhou City from retreating westward from here.
Fenshui River runs south to the west of Jinzhou City. Behind this slightly dense forest is the slowly flowing Fenshui River. Now that the weather is dry in August, the flow of Fen water has gradually slowed down. The formerly rising river water has dried up, exposing the exposed river beach.
The shoal behind the dense forest is only half a foot deep and only about ten feet wide. Even people on horseback can pass through it, so it needs to be guarded by soldiers and horses.
To attack Jinzhou City, their battalion does not need to move. They only need to watch the friendly forces bombard the city wall and then seize the city, and nothing will happen.
But after such a long time, dozens of Jinqi who were snooping here were killed.
It was now Haishi, and there were many torches on the wall of the village. Between every two soldiers on duty, there was a soldier from the Shenji Camp holding a musket. They stared, fearing to let any fish slip through the net.
"Come on and stop!"
In the darkness, a shout suddenly sounded.
In an instant, the bows on the wall were fully loaded and the muskets were loaded.
A few riders coming from the east stopped their horses far away, and one of them shouted loudly: "Liu Jiedu is here, why don't you open the camp gate quickly!"
The school officer on duty did not relax his vigilance and immediately asked them to exchange passwords.
It wasn't until these riders said the correct password tonight that someone opened the camp door and removed the antlers outside.
The school officer got off the wall and took a closer look at the few riders.
The person in the middle is really Liu Zhijun, the commander of the Western Camp, who wears a helmet and whips armor and has an elegant temperament.
The school officer immediately stood at the side of the camp gate and bowed his hands:
"I don't know, Commander-in-Chief is here late at night, but he wants to make some changes to the officers and soldiers in the camp?"
Liu Zhijun, who was standing on the horse, chuckled, and his long beard swayed in the night wind: "The soldiers in the camp are working hard, and I have never sent you greetings. I have free time today, so I came here to take a look."
The school officer smiled: "Could it be that Marshal Jie is worried that his sons will be idle all day long and lose their spirit?"
Liu Zhijun glanced sideways and joked: "That's what you said, I'm not polite!"
He got off his horse and walked slowly towards the camp, followed by several attendants following him step by step.
"Have all the soldiers rested?"
The school officer handed over his hand: "Although the brothers in the camp are stationed here, they all follow the instructions of the Holy Spirit and practice every day. They do not dare to slack off in marching posture, marching, formation, assassination, and forming formations. Now they have returned to each camp to rest. .”
Liu Zhijun was stunned for a moment, and then immediately nodded and smiled: "The soldiers are brave, and the Holy Spirit must be pleased."
The school officer chuckled, licked the corners of his mouth, and shamelessly tried to get closer to Liu Zhijun.
Unexpectedly, several attendants suddenly stretched out their hands to stop him and looked over with cold expressions.
The school officer was startled and froze on the spot.
Liu Zhijun stopped, frowned, and shouted angrily at the attendants behind him: "Is it possible that my own soldiers will do harm to me? Get out of here!"
Then he looked at the school officer and said in a friendly manner, "What can I do?"
The school officer was a little embarrassed and stayed away. He just handed it over politely: "I just hope that after this battle, during the great competition in Luoyang, Commander-in-Chief will let us camp up there so that the Holy Emperor can see the style of our Xiaowudu!"
After talking about it, he puffed up his chest proudly.
Liu Zhijun frowned without a trace, but immediately relaxed and said with a smile: "We will decide when the time comes, we will decide when the time comes."
At the end, he added with a smile: "Of all the battalions in the army, you are not the only one who is great in martial arts."
The school officer was not convinced, he just clasped his fists and said loudly: "Xiao Wudu can be reviewed by Commander Ji at any time!"
Liu Zhijun waved his hand with a smile and continued walking towards the camp.
"We'll talk about it later. Let me first see how the military discipline is."
The school officer should take the order and lead the way.
After a while, Liu Zhijun stopped between the military tents. Listening to the snoring in the camp, he opened a tent curtain with a smile and walked in lightly.
There were ten people in the tent, all smelled of sweat, and they were all sleeping soundly at this time.
But they didn't take off their armor.
There are wooden railings in the corners of the tent, and the soldiers' weapons are arranged in an orderly manner.
Liu Zhijun stared at it for a long time, then withdrew, took a breath, and quickly went to another military tent.
After that, he looked at three military tents in one go, but the scenes he saw were all exactly the same.
The soldiers did not take off their armor, and their weapons were polished until they were shiny.
Although there was a mixed smell of sweat, stinky feet, and everything in the tent, everything was arranged in an orderly manner and was very tidy.
He stopped in the military tent, remained silent for a while, turned around and patted the colonel heavily on the shoulder.
"What a strong army!"
Although the school officer looked proud, he just chuckled: "Aren't all the Tang armies like this? All the brothers remember the Holy Master's military orders!"
He grinned and said with a smile: "The Holy One allows us to have enough food and keep our families warm. How dare we not be able to sacrifice our lives for the Holy One!"
But Liu Zhijun looked indifferent.
The school officer began to notice that something was wrong, so he took a step back and asked cautiously: "Commander Jie...are you dissatisfied?"
Liu Zhijun took a step toward him, held his shoulder with one hand, nodded gently, and praised with a cold face: "You guys are so loyal!"
The school officer's eyes widened, and before he could react, a hand instantly covered his mouth from behind.
The short knife passed through his neck. The school officer's eyes were wide open. He covered the blood spurting out from his neck with one hand and pointed at Liu Zhijun's face with a trembling hand. In the end, he could only fall back weakly.
Next to him, several battalion sergeants accompanying him were also knocked down one after another.
"Sir, how are you now?"
The attendant with blood on his face dragged the corpses of several people to the corner and asked in a low voice.
"Liu Zhijun" looked cold, leaned down, and pulled out the sword from the school officer's waist.
"Set fire, burn the camp."
Seven or eight attendants dispersed in an instant.
"Liu Zhijun" looked up at the sky and sighed.
Then, he took out a messenger torch from his arms.
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As the fire ignited inside the camp, a signal rose into the sky.
The city gate on the west side of Jinzhou suddenly opened wide, and countless Jin troops with horses rushed out and ran wildly to the west.
If you observe carefully, you can find that these Jin soldiers all carry baggage containing food on their backs.
More than 13,000 people, all equipped with horses, rushed into the burning Tang army camp in an orderly manner.
There were still hundreds of Tang soldiers alive in the camp, relying on the village wall to fight to the death against the enemy.
Missing all the arrows, he draws his sword and fights in close combat.
When the gunpowder was exhausted, he smashed the gun and destroyed it, and fought with the Jin army in close combat.
Everyone in Xiaowudu was not afraid of death. Under the light of the sky-high fire, their armor was full of blood and their blades were broken. In the end, they could only fight hand to hand with the Jin army, but they still refused to surrender.
When the Tang army's reinforcements arrived, the Jin army had already hastily crossed the river, leaving only a Tang camp that was burned to ashes by fire.
All 1,125 people in the camp died in the battle.
The city of Xiaowu lives up to its name of Xiaowu!
