Raising his head, Dou Tong looked at the sky. It was a large gray area, and the dark clouds coming from all directions were far from receding.
After exhaling, Dou Tong withdrew his gaze and looked back again. Forty miles away, the direction of my lord was already going further and further away.
"Report——"
Several mounted scouts suddenly galloped back, their horse hooves stepping on the official road, splashing bursts of wet mud.
"King, twenty miles ahead, the white-armored army is running."
Dou Tong's expression remained unchanged. This time, he followed Xu Mu's wishes and intercepted and repulsed the White Armored Army. Then, they circled back to the south and attacked 40,000 tiger barbarians from two sides.
It seems like a difficult task, but as long as Bai Ren's White Armor Army is defeated, everything can be easily solved.
Dou Tong thought that with him bringing an army of 30,000 people, Xu Mu would definitely send someone to oversee the army.
But no.
Dou Tong only felt an indescribable heroic spirit surge in his chest, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.
The lord trusts, and the soldiers serve and die. And if he, the leading general, was defeated, how could he have the face to return to Shunan.
"King, there is still some time, otherwise we can set up a battle formation to intercept the enemy."
Dou Tong calmly shook his head, "Time is running out, and the Lord's side is facing 40,000 tiger barbarians. It will definitely be a tough battle, so we should fight to a quick conclusion."
"Your Majesty, are you going to engage in a skirmish? Bai Ren's White Armored Army is an elite division of the Thirteen Counties in Shuzhou."
"Have no fear." Dou Tong turned around and looked at the 30,000 troops behind him. Among them, there are more than 10,000 Shunan. Every Shunan soldier had a look of determination on his face.
After many years of fighting and conquest, these people have never set foot in Shu. They have never seen Bailiyu Pass, the land of abundance in the nine counties of Sichuan, the yellow rice fields, and the plump rice fish in the fields.
What we see most in southern Sichuan are bitter herbs with thorns and the sounds of hungry wives and children.
"Ahead, ahead are the nine counties of Sichuan!" Dou Tong gritted his teeth, "What we wish for, what the 70,000 households in southern Sichuan wish for, is to have food in our bellies and clothes on our bodies."
If Xu Mu hadn't brought the weapons and armor, it would have been estimated that the more than 10,000 Shunan army didn't even have any standard and was completely a mud-legged army.
Southern Shu is poor, but middle Shu is rich. People die in southern Shu, while people in Shu can be eaten.
Not only Shunan, but also the new army that joined later cruelly confirmed everything.
"Everyone, raise your weapons!"
"May the sword be directed towards bringing peace to the people of the thirteen counties in Sichuan!"
"Dou Tong, King of Southern Shu, pays homage to you all and comes with me."
"Let's go together!"
"The 20,000 white-armored troops ahead are the stumbling blocks for us. If anyone dies, let's drink a glass of guillotine wine together on the road to hell."
"march!"
"march--"
The 30,000-strong army, roaring to the sky, followed Dou Tong and began to move forward hastily.
The rain in the sky is far from stopping.
On the march, Bai Ren, who was riding a white horse, frowned a little. The continuous rain made his white armor become a little dirty.
A war is a war, but as one of the four generals in Shu, how can he steal the limelight?
"My father Bai Lin once told me that as a general, you should have some dignity." Bai Ren sighed, "If I win the battle and I am wet and dirty, how can I ask for favor from God."
"General Bai, there are enemy troops less than twenty miles ahead." A cavalry general clapped his horse back in a hurry, with a solemn expression on his face.
"Xu Jiajun?"
"I know Dou Tong, the king of southern Shu, and he should be from his own southern Shu army."
"Shunnan Army? Those mud-legged guys? How many people are there?"
"The final general can only visually estimate from a distance. There should be twenty to thirty thousand."
Bai Ren's mouth curled up.
"General Bai, don't underestimate your enemy."
"That's not true." Bai Ren smiled, "Since I am familiar with the art of war, I know the principle of not being arrogant in victory and not being discouraged in defeat."
"However, I am a little curious. How dare Dou Tong act like this? Does he want to fight an encounter? A quick victory?"
"General, that's what it is."
Bai Ren raised his head, and his handsome face slowly turned ferocious, "There is a saying in the art of war. Those who cannot win must defend. Those who can win must attack."
"We, the White Armor Army, are the elite of Shuzhou. This leader of the Southern Barbarians doesn't know how to avoid White Armor, and he is just an ordinary person."
"Transmit my military order, the big shield battalion is in the first place, the crossbowmen are in the rear, form the crane wing formation, both offensive and defensive! As soon as the Shunan barbarians approach, they will kill them immediately."
It was approaching dusk.
On rainy days in Sichuan, due to the terrain, water accumulated more and more, soaking less than half of the horse's hoof.
The crane wing formations were lined up and ready to stand by.
Bai Ren sneered and looked into the distance.
There is only one official road. Since we are in an encounter, we have to come over eventually.
Bai Ren was so confident that he only felt that he could completely wipe out this group of Shunan troops that rushed over in two hours at most.
"General, here we come." General Youpi spoke in a steady voice, then drew his sword and pointed forward, "White Armored Army, raise the crossbows!"
In the rain, one by one, the white-armored military crossbowmen raised their crossbows.
Ahead, there was nothing but dark shadows. The curtain of rain was blurry, and it was almost dusk, and it was impossible to light the tung oil torch.
"I don't know whether to live or die, shoot them to death!" Bai Ren stretched out his hand and pointed angrily.
Upon hearing Bai Ren's order, five thousand white-armored army crossbowmen fired their crossbow bolts at once.
"General, he didn't fall much." General Pi only took a rough look and spoke immediately.
"Shoot again! These southern barbarians must be wearing thick armor."
Another round of crossbow bolts roared through the rain curtain and shot forward.
"General Bai, something is wrong. These Sichuan troops must have raised their shields and are getting closer. If not, immediately disperse the formation, change their swords and shields, and charge."
Bai Ren frowned, and as General Pi said, through the blurry rain curtain, there was indeed something wrong with the Shunan people in front of him.
"As the art of war goes, don't advance lightly if the enemy's strength is not exposed."
"General, if you don't disperse and are surrounded by enemy troops, it will be a disaster." General Pi looked anxious.
"Do you know the art of war, or do I know the art of war?" Bai Ren said with a cold face, "My father also said that in an encounter, the crane wing formation with both offense and defense should be used as a weapon to defeat the enemy. If the formation breaks up, I'm afraid that There will be endless troubles!”
General Pi trembled and had no choice but to remain silent.
"Pass this general's order and stabilize your formation——"
In the rain curtain, the dark figures ahead were getting closer and closer. When Bai Ren looked up and saw clearly, he was stunned on the spot.
What kind of dark army is this? It was clear that wooden wall panels, one after another, were at the forefront.
It seems that many wooden houses along the way have been demolished. At this time, the wooden wall panel was still covered with iron crossbow arrows.
"General, please disperse immediately, change your sword and shield to face the enemy!" The general beside him hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged for orders.
"The Art of War has something to say——"
call out.
The first feathered arrow burst out from the opposite side and passed by Bai Ren's dragon-patterned helmet, making a crisp "clang" sound.
In the rain ahead, behind the wooden wall panels, groups after groups of Shunan soldiers suddenly broke out and rushed out after approaching the enemy formation.
Dou Tong, who was on the left wing, roared and raised his sword, pointing at the white-armored troops arrayed in front.
"Shunnan camp, follow me to kill the enemy!"
"Kill Bai Jia and invade Shu!"
