There was another whistle, and disciples of the Beggar Clan swarmed in from all directions. The number of disciples of the Beggar Clan was only ten thousand, which was not that many compared to the 200,000 people on the battlefield. But with the Chu Xiang Army already in the west, the Beggar Clan disciples only had to defend three sides and encircle all the 100,000 Yu Lin troops. Although the encirclement was thin, they were all powerful with fists and kicks, and they had already started fighting with the outermost Yu Lin troops. .
"Send the order!" Zhou Ziru swept forward with one hand and pointed towards the Beggar Clan disciples on the periphery. A melodious piano sound sounded in time and floated over the battlefield.
"The sound of the flute... Zhu Sangqiu?" Jiang Rong stood at the outermost edge and did not rush into the battlefield with the Beggar Clan disciples. He was waiting for an opportunity to kill.
The disciples of the Beggar Clan who were charging forward were slightly startled when they heard the sound of the piano. They didn't pay attention and continued to rush forward, trying to break through the Yulin Army's defense line. At this time, something unexpected happened.
The movements of countless Beggar Clan disciples suddenly became stiff. Whether they were punching or kicking, they seemed to be frozen and unable to move. The next moment, the swords and spears of the Yulin Army were ushered in, slashing at the head. Many Beggar Clan disciples were cut down to the ground before they understood what was going on, either dead or injured.
"What's going on!" Jiang Rong couldn't bear it anymore and narrowed his eyes to look eagerly at the battlefield.
Suddenly, another group of Beggar Clan disciples flew out from the battlefield, as if they were dragged into the air by something, and fell heavily to the ground.
Jiang Rong saw clearly that the bodies of these Beggar Clan disciples were all wrapped with bright silk threads. The silk threads are extremely thin and extremely tough. They are wrapped around many of the Beggar Clan disciples, so that they will not strangle their flesh and blood, but they can tightly control the Beggar Clan disciples.
"This is..." Jiang Rong saw the clues. Not only him, but everyone present also understood. A group of people jumped up from the ranks of the Yulin Army. These people were gorgeously dressed and holding folding fans. They were definitely not the Yulin Army wearing armor, but rather...the style of the Tang Sect...
A smile appeared on Zhou Ziru's lips. After all, the Sichuan-Sichuan Tang Sect borrowed it.
Humanely speaking, the Sichuan-Shu Tang Sect is best at concealed weapons. In fact, in addition to hidden weapons, the Tang Sect is also good at various mechanisms. In the tombs of the previous emperors of Daqi, many of the mechanisms are contained in the Tang Sect's handiwork. And because the Tang Sect is too good at concealed weapons, they often fall behind in close combat with others. To make up for this shortcoming, the Tang Sect has developed a puppet technique that can control puppets to fight with people in close combat.
Silk thread is the key to controlling the puppet!
These Tang Sect disciples tightened the silk threads with one hand and tied up all the Beggar Clan disciples who had just fallen to the ground. Folding fans swept across the area, flying freely, and countless silver needles poured down from mid-air, all of them piercing the beggar's body, causing wailing sounds one after another.
"Tangmen!!!" When Jiang Rong saw this scene, his teeth wanted to break.
The Shu people were small and not good at fighting. Except for Xigui, they were always outnumbered by Chuxiang and Dingxi. But this end was filled by the Tang Sect. Disciples of the Beggar Clan live in the streets and are best at fighting in short distances, commonly known as fighting, but this is not possible when they encounter the Tang Clan. His boxing and kicking skills are nowhere to be used. He has to deal with both puppets and hidden weapons, which is a huge disadvantage.
More than ten thousand Beggar Clan disciples were defeated by twenty-three out of ten disciples from the Tang Sect in just one moment. How could Jiang Rong not feel angry? But there was nothing he could do. Even if he went into battle in person, against thousands of Tang Sect disciples, the best result would be to retreat without being able to do anything to the other party.
Not all Beggar Clan disciples are at the mercy of others, such as Gu Quan.
Gu Quannai was one of the eight guardian elders of the Beggar Clan. During the battle between Chuxiang and Nanhuai three years ago, Jiang Ziran, Tang Yiping, and Chu Hong teamed up to surround and kill Li Yaoyang. In the end, Tang Yiping died on the spot, and the three of them returned home seriously injured. However, due to the strength of the four of them, they also forced Li Yaoyang to die in the battle, which was considered a small victory.
Nowadays, the Beggar Clan has come out in full force to help Ge Cifeng, and naturally he is among them.
Gu Quan also reacted quickly. After discovering the silk thread wrapped around the body of the Beggar Clan disciple, he immediately tore off two pieces of rags from his body and wrapped his hands. While dodging the flying hidden weapon silver needles, he opened his bow left and right and grabbed all the silk threads from the two Beggar Clan disciples beside him.
"Come here!" He struggled with his hands and pulled hard, and the two Tang Sect disciples were dragged out of the battle formation. He kicked them to both sides in the air. The other Beggar Clan disciples swarmed up and tackled the two disciples. The Tang Sect disciples were kicked and beaten to death.
The protector elder killed two Tang Sect disciples with one move. The rest of the Beggar Clan disciples were inspired and imitated their example. Many Tang Sect disciples were dragged out and beaten to death in this way.
"Loose the thread!" Tang Yunhe pulled hard and dragged a Beggar Clan disciple into the ranks of the Yulin Army. Then he sighed and reluctantly dropped the thread in his hand. This disciple of the Beggar Clan was hacked to death by the Yu Lin Army with knives, leaving his body intact.
The disciples of the Tang Sect dropped their threads one after another. The Tang Sect and the Beggar Clan competed with each other, but there was no chance of winning. Without the silk thread, they had no choice but to use hidden weapons and flying needles to hurt people. The Yulin army on the periphery also erected a strong shield to resist the attacks of the Beggar Clan disciples.
Ge Cifeng naturally saw the change. He stood up in his stirrups and looked into the distance, shouting angrily: "But the Sichuan-Sichuan Tang Clan? Who is in charge? Come out and answer!"
Tang Yunhe shrank his head and ignored it. There was a war going on, fighting to the death, who would care about you. He kept an eye on the Beggar Clan disciples around him, and whenever the Yulin Army was in danger, he would throw a flying needle to break their siege, and he had a great time. Just playing and fighting like this, Tang Yunhe saved many people.
When Ge Cifeng saw that no one was paying attention to him, he was so angry that his teeth itched, but in the end he had nothing to do. Even Jiang Rong couldn't do anything, so what could he do? If you send out the Qilin Bow at this time, it will be like putting out the fire.
"Young Master, they don't dare to get involved, is it our turn?" A man holding a pair of copper cymbals had a sharp beak and a monkey's cheek. If Zhao Yizhi were here, he would definitely think that Sun Wukong in "Journey to the West" stole the golden cymbal from the old monster with yellow eyebrows and escaped from the book.
Zhou Ziru looked around the battlefield, and saw that the generals and soldiers on both sides were still fighting with each other, and it was very fierce. The disciples of the Beggar Clan and the disciples of the Tang Sect were also fighting with each other. The two sides fought back and forth, with neither winning nor losing in sight. The outcome was unpredictable. Of course, without the Yulin Army defending outside, more than a thousand Tangmen would have been torn to pieces by the nearly 10,000 Beggar Clan disciples.
The weather was hot, the two sides were fighting and fighting, and blood was flowing everywhere, making the battlefield even hotter. However, both Zhou Ziru and Ge Cifeng were closely watching the situation on the battlefield, and no one dared to slack off.
Above the Yangtze River, the water flows eastward, and it is so majestic. Even more spectacular than this is the fleet of the Chu Xiang Army.
Hundreds of Chu and Xiang battleships, each with more than a hundred Chu and Xiang soldiers, came from above and followed the river towards Wancheng.
"General Xu, should we go directly to attack Wancheng now?" A soldier on the warship asked Xu Tong.
Xu Tong glanced at the guard who had been with him for many years, and sighed: "There is a saying in the art of war: ten are to encircle an enemy, five are to attack it, and if twice as many are to divide it. Now there are 70,000 soldiers in Wancheng, and there are 70,000 soldiers in Wancheng. To defend, are you going to fight? Can you win?"
"We are here just for Wancheng. If His Highness the Crown Prince gives us more troops to capture Wancheng and use it as a base to transfer grain and grass supplies, wouldn't the capital be easily accessible?" The guard also felt a little uneasy.
"Go ahead and tell the fleet to get closer to the north shore. If something unexpected happens to His Royal Highness, we can respond at any time." Xu Tong didn't say anything. The deal was done. At this time, there was no point in talking about Ge Cifeng's fault.
Not long after the guard left, he hurriedly came back: "General Xu, the ships in front came to report that there were many people's fishing boats on the river. Is there any fraud? Logically speaking, the imperial court should move all the people away. ."
"A lot? How many?" Xu Tong grasped the crux of the problem.
"It also looks like a hundred or so small ships."
Xu Tong waved his hand, not caring: "The imperial court's military and horse arrangements have been reported to us in detail a long time ago. Thirty thousand people on the north road, twenty thousand people on the south road, fifty thousand left in Anhui City, and one hundred thousand for His Royal Highness to fight. This There are hundreds of small fishing boats, and the number of people must be six to seven thousand at least. They have no soldiers, they must be the people on the south bank, don't care about him."
On the fishing boat, Li Dingxing was so angry that he stamped his feet: "Damn Yi Xiaodao, you lied to me again! I thought it was such a big boat, but after a long time of trouble, it was still a broken fishing boat, with rotten fishing nets and so on. It took two years to prepare a bunch of these things!"
With a "click", Li Dingxing crushed the bed board with his foot and sank down. Fortunately, there is another layer below. Just stepping on this layer will not affect the navigation of the ship.
Xiang Lian'er said with a smile: "Hey, I told you not to step on it. Yi Xiaodao is not easy either. When I went to Yicheng with him, he almost couldn't get in. Now he can get it from the wealthy businessman It’s already hard to come by so many ships.”
Li Dingxing sighed heavily. Before he could finish his sigh, the spies came to report the news.
"I would like to inform you, sir, that the Chu Xiang Army's ships are already less than ten miles ahead."
"It came quickly." Li Dingxing came to the bow of the boat and looked into the distance, but the river in front was deflected and he couldn't see it at all: "Chen Guang, let's start."
As soon as Li Dingxing finished speaking, Chen Guang pulled off his shirt and jumped into the surging river first. The soldiers behind followed suit. In such a hot summer, staying in the river was more comfortable than staying on the shore. Especially those who just entered the water were local soldiers from Nanhuai. They grew up by the river and their water quality was already excellent.
After entering the water, the Nanhuai soldiers hid behind the fishing boats, raised their heads from time to time to take a breath, and moved forward with the fishing boats. The ambush on the river can only be like this.
"Send the order again, all ships should speed up now and meet them. No action is allowed without my order!" Li Dingxing ordered.
As soon as the herald left, Xiang Lian'er asked: "We have many ships, and the river cannot be blocked. Why don't you strike first? It will be difficult to deal with it when others hit us in the face!"
"Yi Xiaodao, this broken ship... If we strike first, we will be exposed, and move forward. Even if we are discovered, we may not expect the Nanhuai soldiers to come here. The Nanhuai water battle is unparalleled in the world, I can't wait to do it now Let’s compete with the Chu Xiang Army!” Li Dingxing gritted his teeth and said bitterly.
Xiang Lian'er looked at Li Dingxing and knew that he remembered his father and brother's death at the hands of Chu Xiang again. She quickly held his hands and comforted him silently.
"Coming!" In the distance, at the bend of the river, black Chuxiang warships were slowly approaching.
