Chapter 1222 Race against time

   Feng Duhu had always recognized General Guan's military talent.

  If Feng Duhu didn't have enough keen eyesight and enough decisive action, even if Feng Duhu could arrive at Tongguan in time, the situation he would have to face would probably be far more complicated than it is now.

  When the battle situation in Shangdang was complicated and confusing, everyone in the big man was guessing Sima Yi's real intention.

  General Guan rushed to Hedong in advance without waiting for the army to assemble, and adjusted the deployment of Hedong in time.

  Under the premise of ensuring that the east of the river is safe, he also led the strongest strategic maneuver that the big man could mobilize to help Taiyuan.

   It can be said that General Guan grasped the core contradiction in a timely and accurate manner when the situation was so chaotic that people could not see clearly.

   If there is a loss in the east, Taiyuan will not be guaranteed.

  If Taiyuan is not protected, Bingzhou will not be kept.

   And there is a difference between the two.

  Hedong first, Taiyuan second.

   It was precisely because of the precious time gained by General Guan that Feng Duhu had the opportunity to look for a counterattack after he arrived at Tongguan.

  If not, it might be trying to find a way to keep the river east.

  Although the latest news from Taiyuan has not come back, Feng Duhu knows that there is a high probability that Guanjue Valley is not lost.

   If he lost it, then the news that General Guan was blocked at the mountain pass should have been delivered to him within two days.

  Since there is no news sent, it means that this is good news.

   As long as the Crown Jue Valley is not lost, the worst situation right now is just a temporary fall of Taiyuan City.

  The best situation is to keep Hedong and Taiyuan, and block Sima Yi to death in Shangdang.

  Boldly think about it, maybe you can regain Shangdang.

  So everything...maybe there is still time—as long as Wang Ping and Deng Zhi can persist until the arrival of General Guan.

   "General, it's too late, retreat quickly! If you don't retreat, the thieves will probably come back and surround us!"

  Dagukou, Taiyuan, Wang Ping's camp, is like a solitary boat floating in the sea.

   Wei Jun, who was continuously rushing out of Dagukou, was like a huge wave raised by a hurricane.

  The lone boat was thrown up by the angry waves again and again, but fell back to the water safely.

   It was shaking, but it didn't capsize.

   The trenches have been filled, the antlers have been bulldozed, and even the fences of the camps have been repaired and repaired, and finally they can't be repaired, so they are blocked with human life.

  This is true, but the huge gap in numbers finally allowed Wei Jun to rush into the camp.

  Wang Ping stood in front of the commander's tent, holding a long knife, the blood on the blade was still wet.

  The armor on his body reeked of foul blood.

   "Retreat? Where to retreat? How to retreat!"

  Wang Ping held up the long knife, pointed it not far below, and shouted sharply.

  There, all the soldiers of the Han army who were slightly injured and could still hold swords and guns were already preparing to go into battle again.

  The remaining 2,000 soldiers who still have combat effectiveness are trying their best to prevent Wei Jun from rushing towards Shuaiqi.

  As for being placed at the end and not being able to seriously injure soldiers... If the commander flag falls, it means the death of the coach.

  They can only accept the arrangement of fate.

  The small high ground centered on Shuai Qi is the last position of the Han army.

  The flag is a sign of the existence of a combat unit, and it is also one of the means of conveying military orders.

   From an army to a team, each has its own unique flag.

  Whether offensive or defensive, the soldiers of the team they belong to must follow and surround the flag, advancing and retreating together.

  As long as the flag is there, even if they are scattered, the soldiers in chaos can rely on the location of the flag to quickly gather together to form a new combat force.

   On the contrary, if the flag is captured and destroyed, things that lead to defeat are also commonplace.

  Especially the flag of the commander in chief of the Chinese army, it is the soul of the whole army, the most important flag.

  Once you fall down, it is like a person without a brain. No matter how strong your body is, you will fall down and die.

  Now, where Wang Ping's handsome flag is located, it has become the final gathering place of the Han army.

   And Wei Jun, as if smelling **** leeches, rushed forward desperately.

  The situation is so urgent that even Wang Ping has already led his personal guards and personally went into battle to block the gap several times.

   "On Jinyang's side, Inspector Deng isn't ready yet. If we block for a while longer, then Jinyang will have half a day more time to prepare!"

   "If not, we are guarding here, so many people have died, what are we trying to do!"

  Wang Ping's eyes looked at the mountains on both sides of Dagu in the distance.

   What a great blocking terrain.

   Unfortunately, Sima Yi came too soon.

   It was so fast that Wang Ping had no chance to make full use of this favorable terrain.

   "Everyone, follow me!"

  Wang Ping raised his knife, ordered the rest of the guards again, and charged forward.

  Countless planks and poles, either cracked or broken, tents wrapped in mud and stones, and even unknown things were piled up scatteredly on both sides of the battlefield.

   This is the Han army in the camp, using all the objects that can be used at hand to make an extremely simple line of defense.

   This line of defense only played a small blocking role.

   Soon, the front facing the most concentrated force of the Wei army was broken through.

  The role of the defensive line is finally reflected at this time.

   Wei Jun, who thought that the overall situation was settled, did not clean up in time, nor did he have time to clean up the accumulation on both sides.

   They just subconsciously rushed in along the gap.

   Wei Jun, who rushed in through the gap in the front, met the small circle formations formed by three units.

  Three flower array.

  The three-flower formation is a circular formation. It is a small and medium-sized formation jointly improved by Feng Duhu and General Zhendong on the basis of the eight formations.

   Of course, this is an external statement.

   As for whether there is still a soil turtle that illegally crossed, on the premise of improving the weapons of the Han army, if you want to try some formations that are more suitable for the new type of weapons, then you can't say for sure.

   This three-flower formation was originally designed to prevent accidents from happening to the commander-in-chief's flag in a big battle or melee—for example, a thief's fierce general rushes into the formation to capture the flag by surprise.

   At the same time, protect the coach by the way.

  No mobility, let alone offense. The biggest advantage is that the defense is relatively strong—after all, Feng is more afraid of death.

   Rotate the staggered queues, so that the soldiers in the rear can continuously fill in a certain gap caused by too many casualties.

  The small circular formations kept turning, like a winch, crushing and smashing the thieves rushing to the middle of the two formations.

  The Wei army, with superior military strength, was scattered in all directions by being pushed around. From a distance, it seemed that they were in a state of encirclement.

   But in fact, they were isolated and scattered, and it was difficult to respond from head to tail. In the end, they had to fight on their own, and the whole army was cut to pieces.

  The seemingly turbulent waves collided on the jagged rocks and turned into countless broken pieces.

   This is the last force in Wang Ping's hands, and it is also the most powerful and brave team.

   Almost every small circular array has a core.

  These cores are either the children of the Nanxiang family, or have experience in the staff group, or come out of the martial arts hall.

  Some even have three identities in one.

  They are the most solid backbone in the army.

  Flesh and blood were flying across the battle formation. Relying on their superior strength, the Wei army finally broke through a certain small circle formation. Someone's weapon was forcibly knocked into the air by several thieves.

  Before being overwhelmed by the Wei army, the bare-handed soldiers, relying on the protection of their fine armor, rushed forward desperately, biting hard with their teeth wherever he could.

   With the last bit of strength, he pinched his fingers as far as he could.

  Just to cause the last little damage to the bandits.

  It seems that they are not living bodies, but magical weapons far beyond swords.

  The air is filled with the smell of thick blood impregnated with metal leather, mixed with some unknown stench, which makes people sick.

  Sima Yi stood at the original fence position of the Han army camp, looking at the fierce battle ahead, with an originally angry face.

   With an absolute superior force, how can you not be angry if you can't attack the temporary camp of thousands of people for a long time?

   At this time, it was already horrified, and even a sense of fear came from the bottom of my heart:

   "West... the Han army is so deadly and never surrendered, Wang Pingji is unknown, why can the soldiers under his command compare with the elite soldiers of the former Han?"

   "Could it be possible, could it be possible that Mrs. Liu really wants Sanxing?"

  Sima Yi naturally dare not say these words in his heart.

  But as the commander in chief, seeing the Han army being so crazy, some thoughts could no longer be restrained, like weeds in spring, growing crazily.

  The former Han Dynasty and the Xiongnu fought endlessly. The elite soldiers and tenacity in combat are still commendable.

   Not to mention Wei Qinghuo Qubing, even the soldiers who traveled thousands of miles to defend the Western Regions also had the act of "boiling armor and crossbows and eating their tendons and leather".

  It means that in the face of the siege of the Huns, the Han army guarding the pass city would rather cook and eat the strings made of animal tendons on the crossbows and the leather they wore than to stand firm.

   It is precisely because of the soldiers of the former Han who had such feats that they forged the great martial arts of the former Han.

  Sima Yi, who has been an official since the time of Cao Cao, has seen countless military formations over the years.

   But such an army with the legacy of the elite soldiers of the former Han Dynasty is very rare.

  Because of the later Han, especially the middle and late later Han, the composition of the soldiers in the army has been greatly different from that of the former Han.

  The elite soldiers of the former Han Dynasty were composed of real good families.

   Later in the middle and late Han Dynasty, the so-called good family sons were not necessarily good family sons, but more likely to be prodigal sons doing green skin business.

   Not to mention that even the sons of good families in name, in the post-Han army, there are very few of them.

  Most of them are composed of "children of merchants who are lazy and wandering" and "people who are cautious and dull in the fields".

  Although there are features of multiplication, but it does not talk about military formations, it is neither concise, but also wants to be more aggressive.

  After the Yellow Turban Rebellion, it was hard to find even a good family in name.

  Cao Cao is indeed good at using soldiers, but judging from the repeated massacres of cities, the establishment of more lieutenant colonels to supervise the army, and the use of harsh laws and severe punishments to force soldiers, some aspects of the army may not be satisfactory.

  For example, as soon as Cao Cao died, the Qingzhou Army immediately beat drums in public, swaggered across the street, and led each other away, without paying attention to Cao Pi at all.

  The difference in military discipline can be seen.

  Sima Yi has been fighting for decades, and it is not that he has never seen an army where soldiers put their lives to the test and fought to the death.

   But those soldiers are all the most favored soldiers of the coach.

   It can be said that it is rare for the whole army to be uniform like the one in front of you.

   What Sima Yi cares most about is:

  Wang Ping didn't have much sense of presence among the generals of the Han army, and he could even be said to be unknown.

  It is even more rare for the soldiers under his command to be so elite.

   It's just obvious that Otaniguchi's battle, no matter what the final result is, he will be famous.

   Seeing that it was crumbling, but it happened to be the last high ground that could not fall down, Sima Yi let out a sigh of relief:

   "Take them back."

   When the sound of golden bells sounded, the Wei Jun at the front line retreated from the high ground again in embarrassment as if hearing fairy music.

   "Teacher, the last general asks for orders to personally lead the elite soldiers to defeat this thief for the army!"

  The generals around Sima Yi asked for a fight one after another unwillingly.

  It is obvious that they are the western thieves who seem to be able to break through with the last charge, but let them charge up again and again, and retreat again and again.

  Many people are already filled with anger.

   "It can definitely be broken, but when it is broken, it may not be certain."

  Sima Yi stared at the flag of the Han army that was still flying, expressionless, wondering what he was thinking:

   "The thieves' defense is much stronger than the previous few days. If we were able to repel the thieves on the hills on both sides of Taniguchi, it was because they didn't have time to prepare."

   "Then I suspect that the fact that we were able to break through the bandits' outer camp so quickly was intentional by the general on the other side."

  Hearing what Taifu said, the generals of the Wei army couldn't help but look at each other.

   Someone boldly reminded:

   "Teacher, it took a lot of effort for the soldiers to break through the barracks of the bandit army..."

   "How does it compare to what is in front of you?"

  Sima Yi raised his finger and pointed in the direction of Wang Ping, "If the bandit army had been defending so tightly from the beginning, would you be able to attack so quickly?"

  The generals were a little stunned.

   After a while, someone asked cautiously:

   "Then what Tai Tuo means..."

   "The thief is showing weakness and dragging us here!"

  Sima Yi said word by word, "They are delaying time for Jinyang City!"

   Speaking of this, Sima Yi's face has become a little gloomy:

   "We don't have much time left."

   "But Tai Tuo," the people below still couldn't believe it, "If that's the case, then wouldn't this bandit army have the heart to burn everything from the very beginning?"

is it possible?

  Sima Yi shook his head:

   "You don't need the whole army, you only need the chief general and the generals below, that's enough."

  As for those soldiers, some commanders made up their minds, and some generals took the lead. In the current crisis, is there still a chance to escape?

  After Sima Yi finished speaking, his face became more and more gloomy.

  Easy to break through the Huguan Pass and join the Shangdang, when the news is heard everywhere, and the situation is very good, it is myself, unintentionally, who should not be underestimated.

  Wang Ping, nine out of ten, is an important figure specially arranged by Feng Yong in Bingzhou.

  Sima Yi took a deep breath:

   "Leave 3,000 people, watch them, and the rest, let me go around and attack Jinyang!"

   "But Tai Tu, three thousand people, I'm afraid I can't see them."

   "I have observed that there are no more than 2,000 Han soldiers capable of fighting, and many of them are injured."

  Sima Yi turned his head and looked at the generals with piercing eyes:

   "There is no need to besiege them to death, as long as they don't affect the army and continue to move forward."

   Here at Dagukou, a lot of water comes out of the mountains. Wang Ping chose a place to set up his camp, naturally to ensure the convenience of getting water.

  If you want to completely encircle the Han army and make them unable to fight any more, it will take another three to five days at least.

  But after Sima Yi had an insight into Wang Ping's plan, he immediately understood:

   Time is running out!

  Based on Feng Mingwen's previous combat style, as well as Sima Yi's own lessons learned from the Han army cavalry.

  He was sure that the Han army must take advantage of the cavalry to come for reinforcements.

   From Chang'an to Taiyuan, although the distance is no less than 1,500 li.

  In addition to the transmission of the battle report, it will also take a certain amount of time.

  But the time left for himself is at most, no more than half a month—Sima Yi believes that Feng Yong has this ability.

  Because Sima Yi himself did the thing of rushing 1,200 miles in eight days.

  Using oneself to judge others, predicting the enemy is lenient, half a month is the most limited time Sima Yi left for himself.

  For him, this Han army has already consumed too much of his time.

  After figuring this out, Sima Yi made a decisive decision and decided to immediately give up his plan to continue entanglement with Wang Ping here.

   "Now, immediately, immediately send scouts to inquire about Jinyang City!"

   "Here!"

  PS:

  It’s snowing in the northwest, and it’s snowing heavily, the sky is full of wind and snow, I don’t feel cold.

   It is said that drinking ice for ten years can hardly cool the blood.

  I have struggled on this land for more than ten years?

   But looking at the pot of porridge that was about to burn, my heart was very cold, very cold.

  I really want to cry.

  Sorry, I shouldn't have done this, but I broke my defense.

  Because there are too many things during this period, I am exhausted physically and mentally. Please forgive me, readers.

  My so-and-so solemnly promises: Although I can’t maintain the speed, I will definitely finish writing this book seriously.

  (end of this chapter)