Chapter 461: King of Yancheng
Yanguan.
While Zhongli was protecting Zhao Heng and heading towards Qinguan.
Zhao Xu officially took the last step of this East-West linkage plan.
After Chang Wei returned, he took a brief rest.
On this day, he ordered the Yanguan army to leave the city.
They lined up outside the city and confronted the Beidi camp.
The same tactics as when they attacked the Black Iron King's Tent.
This time, they also used chariots to form a chariot formation and moved towards the Beidi camp.
Zhao Xu did not go to the battle with the army, but stood on the city wall, holding a telescope to view the battlefield.
Seeing that Yanguan opened the city gate, the soldiers filed out.
The Beidi camp immediately moved.
The cavalry poured out of the tent like a tide.
The light cavalry divided into two routes to the left and right and approached the chariot formation.
However, these light cavalry did not seem to have the intention of attacking the chariot formation.
It seemed that they only ran within a hundred meters to harass the chariot formation, shot a round of arrows at the chariot, and then ran away.
Then they ran over to harass again.
However, at such a distance, the arrows of the Northern Di had almost no effect on the chariot formation.
The chariot formation continued to move forward.
Seeing this, some Northern Di cavalry seemed to be trying to enter within 50 meters.
At this time, the flintlocks moved from the inside of the chariot formation to the outside and fired in formation.
The Northern Di cavalry fell off their horses immediately.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Xu smiled.
The combination of chariots and flintlock soldiers is quite similar to the coordination of modern infantry and tanks.
While the chariots protect the soldiers, the soldiers also protect the chariots.
When Zhao Xu observed the battlefield.
Ram was ordering the soldiers in the tent to move the camp and head towards Ningcheng.
When more than 100,000 Yan Wang’s troops came out of Yanguan, he had a premonition that something was wrong.
Yan Wang sent soldiers to attack Ningjin Dusi and sent a large army to fight him.
This was to take back Ningjin Dusi.
At the moment, only his royal tent was facing Yan Wang.
If the other troops of Dasong were here, he would have the confidence to fight them.
But the Black Iron King's tent had just suffered a loss at the hands of the King of Yan's chariot formation, and he didn't want to repeat the same mistake.
Moreover, he knew very well that the advantage of the Northern Di was the bow and horse.
In a deadly battle with the King of Yan's chariot formation, they would undoubtedly lose the mobility of the cavalry.
Using their own weaknesses to attack the King of Yan's strengths.
Thinking of this, he immediately made a decision.
Let the cavalry harass and prevent the chariot formation from approaching the camp.
And he was going to retreat to Ningcheng to lure the King of Yan to go deep into the camp alone.
Once the King of Yan came after him, he would play the advantages of the Northern Di cavalry and compete with the King of Yan's cavalry for the grain road.
At that time, he would see how the King of Yan's troops would respond.
"Hmph, King of Yan, if you have the ability, let your people come." Ram sneered and turned away.
On the city wall.
Zhao Xu noticed the movement of the Northern Di camp and saw that the Northern Di camp was moving north.
His expression was calm.
This was within his expectations, unless the Northern Di king in the opposite camp was a fool.
Otherwise, he would not fight him to the death.
It was the right decision to lure him deeper.
However, how could he really put his troops in danger?
This time he was just putting pressure on Beidi.
Ram could just send the news of his troops leaving Yanguan to Muller Hongzhen.
So, next, he would march his troops slowly, walk a few miles a day, stop to rest for a day or two, and then continue to go north.
But this distance would not exceed the safety line in his mind.
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Qinguan.
When Zhao Xu pretended to attack Ningjindusi, Zhongli and his party were still running wildly.
After two days of trekking.
At noon on the third day, Zhongli and his party arrived at the foot of Qinguan.
At this time, many cavalrymen only had one horse left.
Looking at the towering Qinguan, Zhongli and many soldiers had tears in their eyes.
They finally completed the task assigned by the King of Yan and returned successfully.
"Ma Han, the governor of Sizhou, pays homage to the emperor."
As soon as Zhongli and his party entered, Ma Han came.
In the past few days, he often came to the top of Qinguan City and looked east, hoping that Zhongli and his men could return safely.
But even so, in his heart, he did not have much hope for Zhongli's trip.
Now that Zhongli has returned and successfully rescued the emperor, he is naturally quite shocked.
"Hahaha... No need to be polite." Zhao Heng laughed loudly, and there was no trace of the embarrassment he had in Xiancheng.
At this moment, he seemed to be the Great Song Emperor sitting on the dragon throne in Jinling City again.
Then he said: "I have traveled a long distance these two days and I am a little tired. You should prepare the courtyard and prepare some wine and food."
In Xiancheng, he could not eat or sleep well. In the past two days, he was even more bumpy on the horse, and he also ate fried noodles carried by the soldiers of the King of Yan.
Ma Han heard this and said yes.
The second prince was also relieved at this moment because he was out of danger.
He raised his head and chest, and restored the dignity of a prince.
But the ordinary people's service on him made the generals of the Ma family disdainful.
There is no doubt that the second prince wanted to pass by pretending to be a commoner.
Zhao Heng noticed the expression of General Ma Han, glanced at the second prince, and snorted softly, "Why don't you take off your clothes? It's embarrassing."
The second prince remembered at this time and was embarrassed.
Somewhat ashamed, he thought to himself, you, the emperor, are not much better.
Didn't you almost pee your pants when you were in Xiancheng?
He said this in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it.
He could only say yes repeatedly, went there in disgrace, and asked Ma Han to prepare a set of clothes for him.
He rested for a day at Qinguan.
Zhao Heng asked Ma Han to prepare a temporary luan chariot for him to display in Yancheng.
"Father, I still think it's better to go back to Jinling directly, why go to King Yan's fiefdom again." Knowing that Zhao Heng really wanted to go to Yancheng, the second prince kept trying to dissuade him.
He doesn't want to go to Yancheng at all.
The Northern Expedition was a complete defeat, but King Yan managed to turn the tide and achieve such miraculous achievements.
He didn't want to see King Yan's proud face.
Furthermore, he and the Sixth Prince bullied King Yan the most when they were in the capital.
He was worried that Zhao Xu would take the opportunity to retaliate against him.
After all, his formerly cowardly ninth brother was now very courageous.
"Hmph, if you hadn't disturbed my heart during this Northern Expedition, how could I have suffered such a defeat? When I return to the capital, I will argue with you about this debt." Zhao Heng snorted angrily after hearing this.
Then he said: "The war in the Northern Expedition is not over yet. Now I have escaped back to Jinling. How do people in the world view me? Furthermore, King Yan traveled thousands of miles to save me. I can reach his territory in two or three days' journey without going there." , wouldn’t it chill him?”
In fact, he had other concerns in mind.
This war in the northwest was so intense that he even blushed.
When it came to Yanzhou, he also had the idea of taking credit.
Now he is on a personal expedition, and Yanzhou is also a battlefield. After he has gone, part of the credit will naturally fall on him.
If King Yan can break the siege of Xiancheng again, the defeat in the Northern Expedition will not be too ugly.
The second prince's mind was now occupied with meeting Jinling, so he naturally did not consider this.
Hearing this, he had no choice but to shut up.
The next day.
Under the protection of Zhongli and the Ma family's soldiers and horses, Zhao Heng's Luan Jia headed toward Yancheng in a mighty manner.
Because Luan Jia was walking slowly, it took more than five days for the team to reach Yancheng.