"Marshal Wang, Marshal Wang, it's midnight! Get up and have breakfast!" Two tent guards who were changing their posts came into the tent and called to Wang Xianben, and a strong aroma of wine hit his nostrils.
One of the tent guards couldn't help pinching his nose: "How much wine did the commander drink last night?"
The other tent guard was a good drinker. He sniffed his nose and said with a smile: "Okay! After all, it has been five years of burning knives. The commander really knows how to enjoy it." Wang Xianben usually does not turn on the small stove. , drinking occasionally is normal.
"Marshal Wang..." The tent guard holding his nose continued to call to the bed, but there was no response from the bed. Wang Xianben seemed to have his back to the tent door, and his hair fell to the ground.
"Let's go, let's go. There's nothing important today. It's rare for the commander to be in a good mood and drink some wine. Don't turn around and wake him up again!" The guard next to him was obviously more understanding of people and the world, so he took a few sips reluctantly. , dragging his companion out of the big tent.
The army was still laughing and joking, sitting together in groups eating breakfast. It had become a habit for dozens of people who were most familiar with Wang Xianben to sit together.
"Why hasn't the commander-in-chief come today? I specially left his favorite beef sesame cakes for him!" A deputy general looked around and asked: "Would any of you call Marshal Wang? The sesame cakes will be cold later. "
Another soldier looked at the sesame seed cake in the deputy general's hand and swallowed with greed, but he also knew that it belonged to the commander. Although there is harmony in the Northland military camp, there is still a sense of superiority and inferiority in public places.
"The Marshal drank alone yesterday and is still asleep! Just now Daqiang and Xiaozhuang went to call him, and the aroma of wine in the tent almost knocked them out!"
"Oh..." The deputy general stopped asking. He knew that Wang Xianben did have the habit of drinking alone in his spare time.
Just as he sat down, he picked up his porridge and suddenly glanced to the side: "Hey, brother, where are you from? Why have I never seen you before?"
The soldier stuffed the steamed bun in his hand into his mouth, turned around and left without answering.
"Hey, stop...Hey! I'm calling you! Stop!" The deputy general became suspicious, got up and shouted quickly. But no matter how much he shouted, the man wouldn't stop.
"Presumptuous! Get it for me!" The deputy general waved his hand. The surrounding Northland soldiers were stunned for a moment, and then several people nearby put down their bowls and chopsticks and surrounded him.
A few people just got closer and saw that the man looked really strange, something they had never seen before, and his eyes were fierce. They all held down the long knives at their waists.
A soldier stopped him in front of him with his sword pressed: "Brother, Lieutenant General Li is calling you!" Several soldiers gathered around him, surrounding him in the middle, hoping to subdue him as soon as possible if he got violent. .
The man showed no reaction, and a soldier was about to reach out to put his shoulder, when he suddenly took action, drew out his sword instantly, and slashed towards the soldier's armpit.
"Get out of the way!" Another soldier kicked this soldier away, and when he was about to draw his sword to fight, he felt a chill in his heart. When he looked down, a bright sharp knife emerged from his heart. When he wanted to look back, he was stabbed several times by the man behind him.
At the same time, not only here but everywhere in the camp, screams were heard one after another, and there were also sounds of weapons clashing and fighting. The deputy general rolled on the spot, narrowly avoiding a spear thrust from behind.
"There is an enemy attack! Enemy soldiers have sneaked into the camp!" The deputy general shouted quickly: "Go and call the commander!"
The soldiers who were close to the big tent nodded repeatedly, turned around and ran towards the big tent. As soon as he entered the tent, a frightened scream came out.
The soldiers stumbled out of the tent and shouted loudly: "The commander is dead! Brothers! The commander is dead!"
Xu Mo stood beside the tent and was about to pick up the man with his knife, but was stopped by Duan Tong: "Hey, don't be impulsive, this guy is helping us!"
"Help us?" Xu Mo was a little surprised, but soon understood that the release of this news would be a big blow to the morale of the Northern Army.
Lieutenant General Li clamped the two spears that were thrust at him and threw the enemy away with all his strength. He turned around and cursed: "Stop shouting! Go in and take a look again. The commander is still alive!"
The soldier had no idea, and really thought he had seen it wrong, but the other side rolled down... He didn't dare to think too much, and tremblingly decided to go back and take another look.
Duan Tong raised his foot and kicked it casually out of boredom: "No point..." He kicked up a stone on the ground and shot it towards the poor soldier. The stone passed through his throat and the soldier died on the spot.
"Now you should tell me how many people are in this camp, right?" Xu Mo was most concerned about this matter. Even if Wang Xianben is dead now, if Duan Tong only brought a few hundred people, there would really be no trouble. No matter what the storm, I might still have to draw my sword and go back to be a loyal minister and good general.
Duan Tong stretched out a hand: "Not many, five hundred people."
"Five hundred people?" When Xu Mo heard this, he wanted to chop Duan Tong into pieces with his knife and take his head back to collect the reward.
When Duan Tong saw Xu Mo's appearance, he smiled and pulled him to the fence on the west side of the camp. He pointed at the river through the fence and said, "Don't worry, there is more."
Xu Mo followed Duan Tong's direction and saw that countless small boats were already densely packed on the river, each one rushing towards the camp.
"Is your heart back in your stomach this time?" Duan Tong glanced sideways at Xu Mo and said sarcastically.
Xu Mo let out a sigh of relief, feeling at ease this time.
Duan Tong looked at Xu Mo's reaction, laughed loudly, and pulled him up: "Let's go! Let's drink!" As he said this, he dragged Xu Mo to the big tent and tore off the top of the big tent. Curtain, picked up the two jars of half-spilled wine on the ground, sat on the ground, and started drinking.
Xu Mo swallowed, followed his example, sat on the ground, and drank.
Wang Xianben's headless corpse was right behind the two of them. The two of them didn't care. They looked at the fighting scene in the North Army camp, listened to the screams of the two sides, and raised their heads to drink, just like two devouring people. Like a demon.
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The Beiyi camp on the west bank of the Yellow River stood majestically. Further west of the camp, a group of soldiers and horses were ambushing behind a hillside.
"Sir, the soldiers and horses from the Beiyi camp suddenly crossed the river. There are about five thousand people guarding the camp." The scout reported the military situation to Yi Xiaodao.
"Five thousand people, hehe..." Yi Xiaodao grinned: "The Northern Yi took advantage of the dawn to cross the river and steal their camp. Then I will steal their camp too. There are only five thousand soldiers and horses. They underestimate me!"
Yi Xiaodao tightened the reins and clamped his legs. Before he could give the military order, he had already rushed out and headed straight for the Beiyi camp.
"Brother, you..." Li Dingxing couldn't stop calling Yi Xiaodao, and quickly turned around and ordered: "The whole army attacks quickly and seizes the Beiyi camp! Don't let Mr. Yi suffer any loss!"
More than ten thousand troops marched towards the Beiyi camp in a mighty manner. By the time the Beiyi soldiers in the camp noticed it, Yi Xiaodao had already taken the lead and rushed into the camp.
"Whoever surrenders will be spared...forget it...kill without mercy!" Siqing Sword was far more bloodthirsty than his master. Wherever he struck, blood spattered everywhere. Many Beiyi soldiers were cut down by the sword energy before they even got close. .
As Li Dingxing also led his troops into the camp, the fighting soon became less suspenseful. The Beiyi camp was easily captured, and the five thousand soldiers and horses were killed and fled.
Li Dingxing ordered the soldiers at Shangwu Camp to clean up the camp. After making arrangements, he came and asked Yi Xiaodao: "Brother, what should we do next?"
Yi Xiaodao breathed out lightly. This killing made him feel a little more relaxed. He didn't know why he was depressed. In short, he felt very relaxed now.
"Come on, follow me for a walk outside."
Yi Xiaodao and Li Dingxing left the camp and walked to the Yellow River. Looking at the rolling water, the sounds of fighting on the east bank could still be clearly heard.
The Yellow River blocks the way, and even if they want to help, they can't do anything.
Li Dingxing sighed softly and said with emotion: "Oh, I don't know how long it will take for this dispute to end..."
"If we work hard, the dispute can be resolved as soon as possible." Yi Xiaodao chuckled: "You have unparalleled shooting skills, so just stay here and guard against the Beiyi soldiers and horses."
Li Dingxing nodded. Above the river, the most powerful thing was the bow and arrow. It was perfect for him to stay here. Moreover, the Beiyi soldiers and horses crossed the river and left all the supplies and food in the camp. Even if the Beiyi soldiers on the opposite side robbed the Beiyi army of food and grass, they would not be able to last long.
"Brother, then you..."
"There are more Beiyi soldiers on the other side of Fengcheng. Besides, Yue'er is still in Fengcheng. I promised her that I would never be separated from her again, and now I have to rush back immediately."
Seeing Li Dingxing's somewhat disappointed look, he smiled and said, "Ha, you and Xiao Ling have been married for a few years, and you are so lost after not seeing each other for a few days? Can your body and bones bear it?"
Although Li Dingxing is already married, he is still a little shy when faced with Yi Xiaodao's joke: "Since...Master Xiaoling's accident, we have not..."
"Huh? What's wrong?" Yi Xiaodao sensed something was wrong. The two of them were young and full of energy, so why hadn't they been intimate for several years?
Li Dingxing replied: "Brother, do you still remember what Rong Lan of the Si Tianjian said? He once said that Xiao Ling would have no descendants and would not be able to carry on the family lineage for my Li family. Xiao Ling kept this in mind, and we worked hard at first, Later...something happened to Xiaoling's master..."
"Xiao Ling was no longer willing to do this. I asked several times before she finally told me. She said she must avenge her master, but she was afraid that she would be pregnant and her strength would be far less than before, so she would not be able to avenge her master, so...she even He even found a woman for me and said she would take a concubine for me."
After listening to Li Dingxing's words, Yi Xiaodao was silent for a moment and said: "Xiao Ling is also a stubborn person, and she values love and righteousness the most. When she was taken to Lingyue Pavilion, the master of the pavilion, Liu Zhiyun, treated her with great kindness. I gave everything to her, and later passed on all my inner strength to her, so that I could end up like that. This little spirit will definitely bear this in mind."
"Although Meng Qianya is already dead, I am very pleased that Xiao Ling can settle this debt on Beidi's head. You don't have to worry. When we expel Bei Yi, Xiao Ling's wish will be fulfilled. Naturally, Then you can look after your husband and raise your children with peace of mind.”
"Brother, how long do you think... we and Beiyi will fight for?"
Yi Xiaodao looked at the mighty Yellow River and remained silent...
