Spring and Autumn I Am King

The perimeter of the city is several miles long, and on the south side of the city there is a large camp of the Zhongxing clan, which stretches for several miles and has nearly 1,000 tents. ●⌒, x.

In the middle of the night, when it was midnight, most of the fires in the barracks of the Central Army were extinguished, and the surroundings were pitch black. Occasionally, there were one or two lights shining in the camp, which might be the soldiers on patrol or the commander-in-chief who had not yet slept.

"Thanks to the Bank of China, otherwise I wouldn't be able to protect the city. I'm afraid I would be defeated and flee to Chaoge..." In the brightly lit tent of the Bank of China, Fan Jishe bowed and bowed, sighing.

During the day, Fan Jishe watched the entire battle at the city head. Seeing that the Zhongxing clan's Dongyang warriors were on a par with the Zhao clan, he felt a lot of peace of mind. It seemed that the Zhao clan was not invincible. He personally came out in the evening, at least in terms of meals and supplies, the Bank of China could be guaranteed.

Bank of China Yin had a smile on his fat face, and he accepted Fan Jishe's worship calmly. Although the two had been friends since childhood, he was a few years older than Fan Jishe, and he was also Jishe's brother-in-law, an elder. In terms of seniority among the six ministers, Fan Jishe was only the sixth-ranked junior military officer, and he was the third-ranked general, and he was a venerable one, so he was worthy of this worship.

What's more, in this battle with the Zhao family, Fan's repeated defeats have dragged the Bank of China's hind legs. Bank of China Yin is still quite dissatisfied. What's wrong with being thanked by Fan's family?

However, thinking that Fan Jishe lost two sons in a row, the army lost more than half, and he himself was nearly ten years old, it is not good for Bank of China to blame him too much.

"Fan Boyan is serious, or Zhao's cunning, and I don't know how to mobilize troops so quickly, which caught Fan by surprise, but now you and I have joined forces. Relying on the back of Gongcheng, we fought head-on. Zhao's father and son There is nowhere to use his tricks!"

Bank of China Yin's advisor Gao Qiang made a calculation for him. There were a whole army of soldiers from the Bank of China, more than 12,000 people, and there were 5,000 Chaoge Fan soldiers. In addition, the 5,000 soldiers and young people gathered in the city by Fan Jishe could still be with the Zhao clan. A war.

"Hanoi is a century-old territory of the Fan family, and the people's hearts are towards Fan. The Ding Zhuang people refused to be captured by the Zhao family, and they helped the old and young to follow Fan Bo to hunt north. Although the Han family was also involved in the war, they provided logistics and baggage for the Zhao family. But this clan has always been weak in combat, and it is not a problem. As long as the timing is right, we can force the Zhao clan to fight!"

"That's good..." Fan Jishe was in a much better mood, and began to exchange cups with Bank of China Yin, looking forward to how to make up for Fan's losses after defeating Zhao, and must annex Zhao and Han's Nanyang land. Let the Fan clan own the entire Hanoi plain, and the Zhongxing clan can turn Handan into his retainer.

Just as he was drinking, there was an official of the Fan family wearing a dark ge-ma robe outside the door hurriedly entering. Bidding down:

"Two lords, something happened outside the camp!"

"What's the matter?" Fan Jishe was startled, stood up and asked, the night attack of the enemy in the first battle of Qinshui made him still fresh in his memory. Those Zhao soldiers who bit their weapons to cross the river in the dark, those fire and rain meteors that fell into the night sky, those knights who jumped and galloped in the churning flames. On the way to the north, these situations woke him up from nightmares several times.

Bank of China Yin was also a little nervous. If the barracks is attacked at night, it is likely to cause camp chaos.

The official replied, "No. It was more than a hundred Zhao soldiers who were yelling and challenging in front of the camp..."

"Challenge?" Zhong Xingyin and Fan Jishe looked at each other and sneered at the same time.

Fan Jishe said: "I came to challenge in the middle of the night, perhaps to make our army frightened and exhausted!"

"Yes, there is a flat river between the two cities of Fan and Gong. There is no place to ambush during the day, but the night is different. Many soldiers of our army can't see at night, let alone fight. They want to lure me out. , to fall into their ambush!" Zhong Xingyin also nodded and said yes, determined that this was Zhao's trap.

He ordered: "Strengthen your guard, don't pay attention! No matter how loud their voices are, they can't spread throughout the entire military camp! Let the soldiers rest for a long time, and they will worry about Zhao's tomorrow!"

"but……"

The official of the Fan family, named Gongsun Su, was originally a tax collector in Yongxian County. When Fan Jishe fled, he carried his sword and followed him. Wang Sheng saw that he was brave and intelligent, and he had some pertinent comments, so he was promoted to the counselor next to him. Military affairs, Gongsun Yu looked at his lord, hesitating whether to speak.

"what else?"

"But those Zhao soldiers were armed with spears and a head with a coat on their shoulders, claiming to be the gentleman's..."

"What? My son's head!" Fan Jishe's eyes widened, and this sentence made him almost angry, and a mouthful of **** wine suddenly spewed out.

...

"My lord, Renyi, specially asked Nai Gong to send Fan He's head back. Why didn't the camp send someone to greet him!"

Tian Ben did not have the military temperament of a soldier today, and he recovered the vicious appearance of bullying men and women near the lower palace before he was with Zhao Wuxie. With a shy belly, he spread out a mat several hundred paces before the Zhongxing's barracks, and sat on it with his hands on his knees, shouting loudly in his voice that surpassed the trumpets of later generations.

And behind him, there are a hundred brave soldiers. Before joining the army, these people were not good people, or prisoners, or scoundrels, or absconded bandits, or light chivalrous and vicious teenagers who bullied the market. In any case, similar to each other, this group of people has the worst military discipline and the most daring to charge into battle.

They dressed up like Tian Ben, and they all threw their armors aside, jokingly lined up in front of the enemy camp. Some of them were holding iron spears, with several heads inserted at the tips of the spears. The tips of the spears faced the enemy camp, and there were people holding torches below, so that the people in the camp could see clearly.

Tired of scolding, Tian Ben turned around and introduced the heads like a treasure: "This head was cut by Duke Nai in Muye. It seems to be a Handan master. Isn't the cut beautifully cut?"

In the roar of his subordinates, Tian Ben spit and said, "It's a pity that the pickling is not good, the chin of the head has been completely rotten, and the crow has eaten most of the cheek and one ear. And this one, yes The head of the Fan's military official picked up from the Qinshui battlefield, tsk, has been scorched by the fire, it is difficult to identify, and there was still a smell of meat at that time..."

The heads have been chopped down for a long time. Although they have been pickled with lime, most of them have become illegible. However, they are enough to make the soldiers of the Zhongxing family feel sad.

"And this!" Tian Ben paced to the highest flagpole, and the pennant fluttered against the night wind. Also attached to it is a head, which wears a bronze cape decorated with long bird feathers. It indicates that the status is noble and the articulation is slightly open. Just missing the tongue.

"This one is very well marinated. It is the eldest son of the Fan family, the head of Fan He! As for the corpse, it has already been chopped into puree and fed to the dog!" Tian Ben laughed after he finished speaking. They also laughed wildly together and shouted loudly:

"We came to see the head of Gui Guijun, why didn't Fan Bo come out to greet us, and then invite us to eat a drink? Eat an elbow?"

Hundreds of people shouted in unison, and the sound went straight to the camp. The BOC sentries were so angry that they gritted their teeth, but it was a pity that those Zhao Bing stayed out of range, and the bow and arrow couldn't reach them.

On the tower in the camp, Fan Jishe, who had managed to relieve his breath, looked at the head with a ferocious face reflected by the torches. It really seemed familiar, it was really his son's head. Ah!" He nearly fainted again.

...

One of the greatest tragedies in life is when a white-haired person sends a black-haired person. Although Fan Jishe is still able to give birth, but the continuous death of his two beloved sons is a sad thing, and now it is brought up again. Immediately there were tears.

"After I defeat the Zhao clan, I will definitely cut Zhao Wuxi with a thousand knives, and turn all the female family members of the Zhao clan into women in the army. Then I will raze the Zhao clan's ancestral temple to the ground, and excavate the three generations of Zhao's patriarchs and whip their corpses. It will be broken into ten thousand pieces!" Under the hatred, he actually made such an oath!

That's another story. Fan Jishe was so angry after wiping away his tears that he ordered his soldiers to go out of the camp to kill all those immoral Zhao soldiers and take back the head of his beloved son!

But he asked people to put armor on himself, but the people behind him didn't move.

Fan Jishe turned back and cursed: "Don't hurry up! Hugh, let them run away!"

Gongsun Yu bowed down and said: "Zhao Bing came to challenge late at night, and he acted bewilderingly, including fraud! I hope the lord thinks twice!"

"My son's head is there, how can you make me think twice!" Fan Jishe is the youngest son in the family, but the smartest. From childhood to adulthood, he grew up under the protection of his father, Fan Yang, and never suffered any loss. . Only losing two sons in a row and losing to the Zhao family is the biggest pain in his life. Now that he is angry, how can he bear it?

He didn't wait for the attendants to help him get dressed, and started to put on the armor himself.

Gongsun Yu could only ask his head to persuade him again and again: "I hope your lord will put the overall situation first!"

Fan Jishe hung his sword heavily on his waist, glared angrily and said, "The righteousness of heaven and earth, the monarch, the minister, the father and the son, the hatred of killing the father is not shared by the sky, and the hatred of killing the son and humiliating his body can be shared by the sky? I have my blood in my body, and I will inherit my family business in the future. I have no heirs. Jia'er drowned in the river, and even the body cannot be found. What's the big picture talking about! The Fan family can fall apart!"

Gongsun Yu was speechless, his mouth was bitter, and he secretly thought that Mr. Wang Sheng should be here, but the top adviser of the Fan family stayed in the city, and if he went to find him, it might be too late.

But if the lord goes out, he will definitely fall into Zhao's trick! Tonight is cloudy, there is no moon, and I can't see my fingers. No more than 10% of Fan's soldiers can fight in this kind of visibility. If it is not possible that they can't get their heads back, and even the lord dies outside, then the Fan family is really over!

At this moment, an old voice said from behind: "Fan Bo is very affectionate. He is a young man who can't understand it, but an old man can understand it. But the son of a thousand gold can't sit down, and Fan Bo is a huge Fan family. Hundreds of thousands of people are still counting on you to expel Zhao Kou, but there can be no mistakes, why don't you let the Zhongxing clan help you~www.wuxiahere.com~ and go out with the Fan clan officers to regain the head, how about it?"

It turned out to be Gao Qiang, a retainer of the Bank of China. Seeing that the wise man supported him to go out and regain his head, Fan Jishe calmed down a little.

Gongsun Yu took the opportunity to persuade again: "Of course, the subordinate is willing to do the work for the lord, and go to welcome the gentleman's head back!"

Fan Jishe looked at Zhao Bing who was arrogantly yelling outside, gritted his teeth, handed the sword to Gongsun Ji, and said heavily: "Zilong, I'll leave this to you!"

...

"Gao Ziming knew that Zhao's move was to lure us out to ambush him, so why did he agree to send troops?"

Putting on a set of leather armor, bringing along hundreds of Fan Bing who could barely see at night, and dozens of dead soldiers from Chaoge Sword Palace, Gongsun Yu asked Gao Qiang inexplicably.

Gao Qiang stroked his pale beard, looked at the dark night, and sighed: "How could I not know? But you are young, you only saw Zhao Wuxi's trick to tempt us to attack and ambush, but you did not see the conspiracy behind this conspiracy. Ah! We have to strike!" (To be continued.)

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