One Thousand Five Hundred and Forty-Four: Defeating Nieliang, Attacking Yang Tao, and Pointing the Sword to the World (82)

Although the sound of fighting on the battlefield covered up the sharp howling of the fireworks when they took off into the sky, when they bloomed, they still attracted the attention of many people. Wei Ying was one of them, looking at the dazzling crimson fireworks, an ominous premonition filled his heart.

"Guangshan, we will win, right?"

Looking at the sky where the fireworks disappeared, Wei Wei murmured in a low voice, which was heard by no one except himself.

Despite some ominous premonition, Wei Ying didn't order a retreat or anything else.

Just kidding, at this moment, the two armies are riding a tiger and have fallen into a stalemate wrestling stage. Whoever appears weak will lose.

Wei Wei suppressed the worries in his heart, while watching the changes in the battle situation, he ordered the soldiers to be vigilant to prevent possible sneak attacks.

It's a pity that Wei Ying didn't know that there is something in psychology called the Murphy effect, the more you don't want something to happen, the easier it is for something to happen.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a bloody messenger rushed over and shouted almost hoarsely, "Report—"

Wei Wei's heart beat even harder, and he asked, "What's the matter?"

The soldier said, "Suddenly tens of thousands of enemy troops appeared from behind!"

rear?

Wei Wei's heart beat even more violently, and he turned his head suddenly to look in the direction of Zhanjiang Pass they had breached not long ago. There were indeed a large number of enemy troops there, sneak attacking the weakly defended rear. There was a swift and violent attack in front of the enemy, and there were jackals in the back, and Nie's army was actually besieged.

There are only a few exits from Zhanjiang Pass. In other words, Nie Jun has no way back at this time, no way to retreat.

The timing of the enemy's appearance was quite ingenious. Not to mention the front and rear attacks, they also violently broke up the Nie army's formation, completely confusing the army. Seeing this, Wei Ying couldn't help but clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, and his clenched back molars trembled due to violent emotional ups and downs.

Nie Jun concentrated on attacking the enemy in front of him, because the two armies were at a stalemate, and he didn't doubt that the enemy still had the strength to divide up and ambush.

Who would have thought that the enemy would be so ruthless and forbearing, seeing that Zhanjiang pass was breached without showing this hole card, they had to lead Nie Jun into Zhanjiang pass, and only after the two armies fought did they play this lore hole card? With this kind of forbearance, Wei Ying was really convinced.

Although being flanked by the enemy back and forth, Nie Jun was in chaos, Wei Ling did not give up just yet. He tried to lead his troops to break out of the siege, but Qi Guanrang and others were determined to keep Nie Jun behind and not leave them a way out. The killing continued from the first light of day until dusk and finally stopped. In a fierce battle, nearly 200,000 soldiers and horses of Nie's army were defeated, and only 20,000 to 30,000 remnants escaped in the end.

This group of remnant soldiers was unlucky, when they were retreating, they ran into Jiang Pengji who was leading the troops back, and they were severely beaten again.

When Jiang Pengji returned with her troops, the five million salted fish were still laughing and laughing in the live broadcast room, but they soon stopped laughing.

Zhanjiang Pass was full of blood. The originally majestic city wall became full of potholes, and every inch of the wall was soaked in the blood of the enemy and us.

Jiang Pengji didn't seem to notice this, she rode her horse through the city cave and entered Zhanjiang pass.

tick!

tick!

The salted fish were shocked to find scarlet blood accumulated in the potholes on the ground, and the big white horseshoes would always splash blood when they stepped into the shallow pits.

[Smuggling into Africa]: Anchor, last night...was it raining?

[Eat with feet clasped]: It doesn't look like it's raining...

The salted fish spoke cautiously, and some salted fish with keen emotional perception even found that something was wrong with today's anchor.

This kind of strangeness made them burst out with the desire to survive from heaven, and each of them kept silent.

For example, probably "low air pressure"?

Just looking at her would give me a heavy feeling, making my heart feel oppressed, and it was hard to breathe.

[Ghost Talent Guo Fengxiao]: Wherever it is raining, it is clearly full of blood. What happened at Zhanjiang Pass last night, why is there so much blood? Nie Jun came to sneak attack again? You are really not a real anchor, you should have a live broadcast last night, it would be a pity to miss it.

The salted fishes complained that it was not the first time that Jiang Pengji ate "alone food" in secret. Many important battles in the past took place in the middle of the night.

But she refused to broadcast live. This caused many salted fish to wake up the next day and find that they had slept through it, and the world was turned upside down.

Jiang Pengji clenched the Zhanshen Knife tightly, eyes slightly closed, and ignored the salted fish's barrage of chatter.

Going forward, the salted fish saw many soldiers carrying corpses and cleaning the battlefield, and the remains of severed limbs irritated their eyes.

There were sores everywhere, and corpses covered the place as far as the eye could see. The death conditions were different, and some corpses were still on fire.

Even if the salted fish were used to seeing strong winds and waves, they couldn't bear it now, and some people turned their heads and vomited.

Bo Ning followed her on horseback, his dry eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, his gaze passed over the corpses, and he suddenly felt a little emotional.

"This battle, I don't know whether it is a big victory or a miserable victory..."

It was clear that the enemy's sacrificed soldiers and horses were even larger, and almost the entire army was wiped out, but the own side also lost 40,000 to 50,000 troops.

Jiang Pengji said indifferently, "Whether it's a big victory or a miserable victory, it's a victory."

Bo Ning smiled wryly, "What the lord said is that the last general is just feeling emotional for a while. In this troubled world... How many times will this scene be repeated?"

His injury was relatively serious, and after emergency treatment by a military doctor, he was not in great danger, but he needed to recuperate for a month or two.

Although he can still ride a horse steadily, he is actually holding on. He is not made of iron, he has fought continuously for more than 24 hours, without sleep, and has been injured and lost blood, ordinary people have long been unable to hold on. Heh, my protagonist can't be considered a "person" at all!

"How is Feng Jing?" Jiang Pengji asked.

Bo Ning laughed and said, "Young people nowadays are not as able to endure hardships as the generation of the last general. Feng Jing was injured so much that he actually fell down. The military doctor reported that the situation was not serious, but the injury was deep, and he needed to rest for two weeks. Month, the wound should be taken care of, otherwise it will fester."

Jiang Pengji said, "It's better to squat in the tent for two months than die on the battlefield."

Hearing this, Bo Ning felt a little uncomfortable.

He and Qin Gong were not fools, some things they didn't realize at the time, but after the fighting stopped, they could figure it out after thinking about it. They can't guess the details of the entire layout, but the general direction is still clear. If the guess is correct, the lord and their 30,000 troops are all bait thrown out. Knowing this, Bo Ning didn't know what to say, and at the same time, she had no position to say anything—as the protagonist, she had put her life as a bet, so what were Bo Ning and the others worth?

Not to mention recovering a life, even if the life is lost, exchanging 50,000 for the enemy's 200,000 is a sure-fire deal.

Bo Ning secretly sighed, then suddenly spat, and cursed secretly, "This is a troubled world!"

Jiang Pengji pretended she didn't hear.

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