Chapter 288 Night Attack
The night gradually pulled down, and the remnant sun was like blood, but it was not as red as the blood river under the wall.
The Khitans are still attacking the city. Above the head of the city, the arrows are flying, the stones are scattered, countless blood is splashed, and the crushed stones are flying all over the sky.
"Hang, hold on, kill these dogs, bitches!"
Dian Xu's voice was hoarse, and his hands waving the wood were already numb. He could only rely on his instinctive reaction to avoid the flying arrow stones, then raise his hand and raise the blood-stained wood and hit the Khitan man who climbed up the ladder.
On the other side, Xiao Muchun's left shoulder was randomly wrapped in cloth. As he pulled the rope patted by the wolf's teeth, the blood stains on his shoulder became more and more red, and the arrow rained all over the sky. He was not spared to be hit by an arrow, but he refused to retreat to the city for medical treatment.
In Xiao Muchun's words, how can a handle be afraid of this minor injury? Although I can't move my left arm, I still have one hand to move, so I can still kill the enemy with a knife and turn over these Khitan dogs.
Therefore, Yang Yanzhao had no choice but to let Xiao Muchun stay at the head of the city, run around and do fire fighting, or pull the wolf's teeth, or dance the wood with one hand to kill one Khitan people after another.
"Woo-hoo...!"
Finally, when everything between heaven and earth was completely in the dark, the horn of the Khitan people sounded. Suddenly, the soldiers who attacked the city retreated like a tide.
"What a mother's pleasure!"
Wipe off the blood stains on his face with his still moving right hand. Xiao Muchun laughed. Maybe he was really tired and sat straight on the masonry.
Escape from death, even if it is temporary, you will be in a good mood.
Dian Xu sat down against him and laughed for a long time before stopping. "Go to his grandma. He has fought with the Khitan dog for so many years. For the first time, I felt that the horn of their retreat was as beautiful, just like the little song sung by the girl in the garden."
With that, he still smacked his mouth and pretended to be very yearning. "Speaking of which, I haven't been to the 'Spring Breeze Tower' for a while, and I don't know whose little prodigal hooves are twisted in whose arms."
Everyone looked at him angrily, and then laughed. Wu Bin threw the rolled-up sword in his hand to his feet. "When is it? You are still thinking about that kind of thing. It really makes people don't know what to say!"
"No, no." Dian Xu, who is usually rude, shook his head and said, "Haven't you ever heard of 'death under peonies, and it's romantic to be a ghost'? He is also a romantic figure. How can he not think about it? When we kill off the Khitan dog, we will definitely invite you to go to the 'Spring Breeze Tower' and have a good time.
After saying that, Dian Xu smiled himself. After a while, he found that everyone's faces were full of solemnity. He couldn't help staring angrily, "What's the matter? Isn't it just some Khitan dogs? What's there to be afraid of, my lord, don't you think so!"
The words led everyone's eyes to Yang Yanzhao, who was silent. The latter was wiping the blood stains on the steel gun and felt that everyone was looking at him, so he raised his head with the gentle smile on his face of the past. "When this time is over, I will invite every brother to go to the 'Spring Breeze Tower' said by the lieutenant, if it comes out. If your legs are not weak, it's a violation of the military order!"
"Haha!"
At the top of the city, whether it was Dian Xu and others, or the soldiers on duty with the crossbow, all laughed loudly.
Perhaps he was worried about the last night attack of Kongming lanterns. The Khitan people put the camp fifty miles away. Under the night curtain, there are still a lot of things to do.
After eating something randomly, Dian Xu entangled Yang Yanzhao again and guarded the city in the daytime. The western army under his command was a cavalry. Of course, he could not play the best level. Therefore, at this moment, he chased Yang Yanzhao and asked him to go out of the city to sneak attack the enemy camp and give full play to his cavalry's strengths.
After meditating for a long time, Yang Yanzhao did not agree to his request. At present, there are still more than 8,000 soldiers left in the city. Although the Zhenxi Army is a cavalry, its combat effectiveness after dismounting from the horse is still very amazing, which is an important support in his hand.
And the Khitans must have been well prepared to camp outside the city. In addition, the Khitan cavalry is swift and rashly attacking, which is likely to be a heavy loss, or even no return.
Seeing that Dian Xu's face was disappointed, Yang Yanzhao thought for a moment and told him a few words in his ear. When the latter heard the words, the loss on his face was swept away and he hurriedly ordered to leave.
In the middle of the night, the horn suddenly sounded at the head of Yunzhou City, and then the sound of killing was shocking, which made the Khitan people rush out to fight.
But when the Khitan people made a good position, the voice suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared, and strangely disappeared.
When they took off their armor and were about to continue to fall asleep, the shouting of killing sounded again. The angry Yelu Xiuge kicked over the desk in the camp and sent people out to check. When he sent people out to check, he saw the scene of Yunzhou City where the city was full of people, and even the gate opened and a row of soldiers and horses coming out of the city.
So the Khitans went out to camp again, but as before, these voices quietly disappeared, the gate was closed, and there was no way to open.
Brother Yelu Xiu, who was angry, understood that this was a tired plan for Yunzhou City, so he increased the number of troops to be on guard outside, and the rest continued to return to the camp to rest.
After another cup of tea, when the Khitan people who had been stirred up in a good dream were about to continue to sleep, the sound of gongs and drums and horns were remembered in his ears, and even the sound of horses and the shouts of soldiers guarded.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"
In panic, he had to get up to fight, but when he went out, he couldn't see half of the shadow. No matter how the captain on duty explained it, it didn't help. Brother Yelushixiu, who was very angry, directly asked him to whip him fifty times.
Everyone dispersed again, and the number of soldiers guarding the camp doubled. They all opened their eyes wide for fear that the previous strange things would happen again.
Outside the city not far away, Yang Yanzhao, dressed in night clothes, looked at Xiao Muchun and other old subordinates beside him, as well as Dian Xu and Wu Bin. Each of them was holding two horses in their hands. It was these horses that created the illusion of a night attack to the Khitan people.
The smoked grass was tied to each horse's tail. Yang Yanzhao and the poisonous scorpion members attached it to the horse's stomach. Dian Xu and others came forward and stabbed the horse's buttocks.
Suddenly, the horse ran forward in pain, where it was the camp of the Khitans.
This is Yang Yanzhao's plan. The exhausted plan is used as bait to make the enemy relax. Then use these captured good Khitan horses to cause riots, take the opportunity to sneak into the enemy's camp, assassinate the commander, and burn food and grass.
The galloping horses roared towards the camp of the Khitans. Although the Khitans were proficient in riding and shooting, did they easily accept the hundreds of enraged horses in front of them?
Suddenly, the camp was in chaos, and the soldiers on duty shouted for the enemy attack, but there was something that had happened before. Many people began to believe this. Even if they heard the roar of horses' hoofs again, it was just a trick played by the Central Plains.
By the time of detection, the camp was already in a mess. Even if the horses were shot a lot, they still messed up the camp of the Khitans, and the smoke made them suffer.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Yang Yanzhao, Xiao Muchun and others sneaked into the camp of the Khitan people. After playing a few sign language, they acted in groups of three and acted separately.
Xiao Muchun was injured, so Yang Yanzhao took his team with him. The four people quietly killed dozens of Khitan people all the way, gradually approaching the largest camp.
Next to this largest tent, there is a very small tent, which seems to be a little smaller than the tent where ordinary soldiers live. At this moment, the whole camp is in a panic, and only these two tents have no movement.
Looking at the two burly bodyguards in front of the big camp tent, Yang Yanzhao understood that the Khitan coach was in it, but who lived in the small camp tent?
Is it the mysterious man sitting in the carriage?
At this time, Yang Yanzhao also remembered the carriage he saw during the day, but he couldn't figure out who the people in the carriage were. Maybe it was the royal family of the Liao Dynasty, who was sent to supervise the army and so on.
In this case, start with this small account.
He wink at Xiao Muchun and others. Yang Yanzhao took them a detour, but just as they thought they had quietly entered the tent, the oil lamp inside was on.
A girl in palace costume sat under the lamp, put down the flint in her hand, looked at Yang Yanzhao, and whispered with a smile, "You shouldn't come."
This seems to be something difficult to understand to say to a confidant who has been waiting for many years, but Yang Yanzhao is not in the mood to understand the meaning of this sentence, because the cultivation of Yuqi tells him that the dignified and beautiful girl in front of him is terrible.
"Withdraw!"
Yang Yanzhao shouted in a low voice, but there was a roar in his ear, "Do you think you can still walk!"
The footsteps behind him were dense, and he turned his head, but it was the commander of Khitan, Yelu Xiuge, who was with him for the arrow during the day.
Under the angry shouting, a group of Khitan elite soldiers surrounded him. Yang Yanzhao turned his head and shouted at Xiao Muchun and retreated, while he himself killed Yelu Xiuge with a steel gun.
The long gun was like a wandering dragon, and suddenly started a rain of blood.
Listening to the constant screams in his ear, Brother Yelu Xiu looked at the palace girl, "I don't know when the saint is going to take action. It's hard to sit and watch my son be killed wantonly!"
Hearing this, the palace girl smiled, and a touching beauty appeared on her delicate face, "The king said, how dare you not obey?"
As soon as the sweet and glutinous voice fell, Yang Yanzhao, who was stabbing Yelu Xiuge with a steel gun, could only feel a weak autumn water, but an extremely powerful momentum rushed towards him.
Regardless of hiding his privacy, Yang Yanzhao carried the true spirit all over his body. The steel gun was wrapped in a mass of aura visible to the naked eye, and suddenly turned into countless gun flowers. After sweeping, he was killed and injured all over the ground.
With red eyes, the point steel gun in Yang Yanzhao's hand came out of the abyss. The gun pointed straight to Yelu Xiuge's face. The latter's face was a little panicked. At this time, a beautiful shadow flashed, and the jade hand was blocked. The steel gun in Yang Yanzhao's hand was no longer difficult to move forward.
"You shouldn't have come."
There is a slight sigh in the graceful and crisp voice, which seems to be a little unbearable or a little reluctant.
When the words fell, the palace girl gave birth to a cold white light on her jade hand. She turned her right hand with the tip of the gun down, turning into countless phantoms. Between the white light, there was a fist-sized light ball.
It's like tomorrow shrouded in light.
The small light ball hit the steel gun, which made Yang Yanzhao feel that he had been hit by a thousand-jin hammer. He flew back a few feet, and then spit out a mouthful of blood.
This mysterious woman is so awesome!