"My son is dead!" When he heard the news, Fan Jishe's face turned blue and he almost fell to the ground when he rolled his eyes. Several retainers hurriedly surrounded them, pinching the others, and stroking the chest. His chest, anyway, let him get his breath out. ※%, x.

"My son is really dead?" After opening his eyes, the first thing Fan Jishe did was to grab the messenger from Chaoge and asked again hysterically.

"Wei, lord, the gentleman died in Muye, at the hands of Zhao Wuxi." The messenger seemed to have driven a long way, his voice was dull due to fatigue, and there were even dried blood stains on his broken armor.

The retainers and generals present quieted down and listened to the messenger's statement of what happened. In the spacious Fan Army camp, only the charcoal in the copper-fired stove was crackling.

From Zhao Wuxi's return to Jin in March, the Fan family had been scrambling for troops to prepare for the war. When the news of Handan Wu's death came out, Fan Jishe, as expected, ordered his retainers to recruit soldiers. The Handan clan lost the lawsuit and was considered to be a rebel against the Zhao clan. As an ally, the Fan clan naturally wanted to stand up for him. Martingale's seven thousand people.

New hatred and old hatred, the matter has reached this point, both sides are bloody, and they don't care what is the first culprit or not. Fan, Zhonghang and Handan unite, and they have a military advantage in the east of Taihang. As long as the river can be cut off, first By defeating Zhao Yang, you can gain an overall advantage, and have the opportunity to draw the Zhi clan over, and at the same time make Han and Wei dare not act rashly.

So Fan has been waiting for Zhongxing to come and join forces. Who would have expected that ten days had passed and he would get such bad news.

The messenger briefly explained the battle in Muye, during which Fan Jishe didn't say a word. He sat behind the case in a daze, and his eyes didn't move when he listened. I don't know if I have come out of the pain of bereavement.

"How is this possible?" Fan Jishe's chubby elder brother Fan Wei groaned, "It has only been more than a month since the death of Miaozi in Handan. The country reports the letter, and the Lu soldiers recruited from there will not be able to cross the river again if they come back! Unless he can fly back to report the letter. Or the Zhao soldiers can travel seventy or eighty miles a day."

"What method did Zhao Wuxi use to get Lu Guo to get the news of conscription in advance, or what method did he use to increase the speed of the march, it is not important, what is important is that Dong Zhao has already crossed the river south of Chaoge, and The army we sent to attack Jijin has been wiped out, and now, where are they..." Another retainer, Wang Sheng, stopped everyone's wild speculation, Wang Sheng is recognized as the number one adviser of the Fan family. Now that he can stabilize his mind, he asked the key point.

The messenger said: "Zhao Wuxi is still staying in Muyi, with great fanfare, it seems that he has the intention of attacking Chaoge."

After hearing the words, the pessimistic Fan Wei wailed again. "Handan's entire army was wiped out, my nephew unfortunately took pity, and Chaoge was attacked again... It's a disaster!"

A retainer interrupted his nonsense: "It's not going to stop... The most urgent task at the moment is, what should Fan shi do next?"

Fan Wei said: "What else? The Handan soldiers who went south were either killed, captured or fled. They have already lost their strength in the first battle. And Zhao Wuxi is even more ready to march into Chaoge and cut off the connection between Zhong Xingbo and us. Zhao Clan has the upper hand..."

He suddenly suggested: "For today's plan, maybe we can send someone to cross the Qinshui River and ask for peace with Zhao Meng. Anyway, this war, Zhao's only for Handan, their family affairs. Let them solve it by themselves. ."

The retainers in the tent were speechless for a while. Fan Wei was the concubine brother of the patriarch, but he was very weak and incompetent. To say such a thing is a huge loss of morale.

"Please?" At this moment, Fan Jishe finally spoke, he slapped the table, drank the porcelain wine cup in front of him, and then threw the empty bottle in front of Fan Wei, smashing it at his feet. Thousands of fragments, the sputtered fragments scratched his fat face with blood, and Fan Wei almost jumped up in fright.

"Brother Meng, since the father and the Qi people jointly assassinated Le Qi in Yangchangban, and since the moment Zhao Wuxi drowned my eldest son in the river, the chance for Fan's and Zhao's reconciliation has been shattered. Now he kills again. My son, do you want me to ask for peace with the Zhao family? It's more difficult than using this broken cup to hold wine! I and the Zhao family are inseparable!"

Fan Jishe's eyes were so red that he seemed to bleed. Both his sons were killed by Zhao Wuxi's hands. The hatred between Fan's and Zhao's was already higher than Taihang and deeper than Donghai.

"That's right." Seeing Fan Wei's head shrinking and not daring to bring it up again, Wang Sheng stood up and said, "This battle alone is not enough to decide the overall outcome. In fact, Zhao Wuxi stayed near Chaoge, but instead It's a good thing."

Everyone was puzzled: "A good thing?"

"Of course, at this moment, Bo Xingbo's army should have arrived. The thousands of Zhao clan may not be able to match Dongyang's strong soldiers, not to mention the people in Chaoge City who are dedicated to avenging the gentleman. After a hundred years, when it finally came in handy, Zhao Wuxi was absolutely unable to threaten Chaoge. Compared with this, I am actually worried about another thing..."

Fan Jishe pointed at him: "what's the matter, tell me quickly."

Wang Sheng said worriedly: "What I'm worried about is that Zhao Wuxi's stay in Chaoge is false, and he rushed westward, intending to attack our army with Zhao Yang on the other side of Qinshui, is it true, if it is true..."

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the camp!

...

"What's the noise?"

Wang Sheng was not only Fan's advisor, but also the man in charge of the camp. He led the tent out of the tent and looked at the other side. He saw that the night was falling, the water was flowing, and the Zhao's camp on the other side was brightly lit. The flags were rolled out from the battalion one after another. At the same time, some people were holding torches, pulling the long marching team to the upstream, looking from Wang Sheng's position, it looked like a long flaming snake, with a scale of five or six thousand people.

"Not good!" Wang Sheng secretly said that it was not good, the enemy army had already planned their actions.

He walked quickly to the river and observed the flow of the river water. He only felt that it was much smaller than in the afternoon. Then he picked up a few small stones and threw them into the water. The stones smashed a small whirlpool on the water. It took a few bubbles and sank to the bottom of the river.

Wang Sheng pinched his fingers and calculated, secretly said: "The flow rate of this Qinshui is indeed much smaller..." His face gradually became solemn, and for some reason, there was always an ominous premonition tonight.

Qinshui originates in the deep mountains of Taihang and flows to the southeast. It crosses Taihang and flows through Nanyang, and finally joins the great river in the area of ​​Huai County of the Han family. The waterway is about 900 li long. Wang Sheng was well aware of the geographical situation, and knew that the Qinshui River was buckling, and it was prone to silting. It was characterized by winter and spring. The depth is not full, and in summer and autumn it rains, often overflowing and causing harm.

It is now in late April, and the rain is intermittent.

But now, for the same reason, the water flow has been drastically reduced. And Zhao Bing on the other side is in a stance that he wants to forcefully cross...

"The Zhao family must be congesting the waterway upstream, and intends to force the crossing, send people to go upstream along the river bank, and strengthen the coastal defense at the places where it is easy to cross the river!" Fan Jishe also temporarily put down the pain of losing his son and came out to check it out in person. The soldiers resting in the camp have been awakened one by one, gathered on the shore, vigilantly observing the movements of the enemy.

But Wang Sheng came over and said so and so in Fan Jishe's ear.

Fan Ji shot his face with surprise: "Withdraw the troops? Do you suggest that I withdraw?"

Facing the master's puzzlement, Wang Sheng said: "Yes. The Qinshui is wide and the river is full of silt. It will take at least two hours for all Zhao soldiers to cross the river. It is better to let the whole army quickly evacuate while they are still in the water. When the time comes, you can withdraw to Yongyi."

Fan Jishe was very dissatisfied: "Why is this? Are you, like my brother Meng, trying to avoid war?"

"That's not the case. It's just that the servants asked the battalion officer, and he said that the scouts sent to the east have not returned to report! The lord should understand what this means..."

Fan's army camped on the east bank of Qinshui to fight against Zhao's. Supplies were obtained from Yongyi in the north, and they were more careful every day. Not only are sharpened wooden fences densely covered outside the camp. To the north, west, and southeast, scouts are sent to patrol twenty miles away, and they must report in time whether they are on alert or not.

Once it doesn't return, it means something is wrong.

Wang Sheng explained: "Previously, I stayed in Qinshui to confront the Zhao clan to wait for the Zhongxing clan to converge, but now the situation has changed, Jijin has not been able to capture it, and Zhao Wuxi has landed on the shore and headed north, and the rear of our army is no longer safe. In my opinion, it's better to stay away for a while, Fan can't lose anymore, it's better to be cautious, and it's better than being attacked by Zhao's father and son..."

Fan Jishe's heart was full of hatred for his son's murder. He couldn't make a choice for a while. While thinking about it, the Fan's camp near the downstream suddenly made a golden drum! Fan and Wang raised their heads suddenly, and were immediately stunned by the sight in front of them.

...

On the other side of the Zhao's camp, soldiers were going upstream with torches one after another, but the area near the downstream seemed pitch-dark and silent. In addition, the river in that area was relatively wide, more than a hundred paces wide, so no one would forcefully cross it. Therefore, when the defense was arranged, no heavy troops were deployed. But now, hundreds of figures appeared from the dark water at some point in time. Because Zhao cut off the water flow above, the water surface could only cover their waists, and the water could flow over. They were all short soldiers. , and marched desperately towards this side, naked.

Just now, a few people had landed in the dark and killed Fan Bing on the shore. Fortunately, they were found by the watchtower with a good view, and then the golden drum sounded the warning, and at the same time, a rain of arrows shot the landers to death. retreat.

The people on the other side were no longer hiding, and the sound of killing was loud for a while, and at the same time the sound of the water clattered. I don't know how many people got into the water in the darkness and were forcibly crossing the river.

Wang Sheng stomped his feet: "Not good! I fell for Zhao's trick!"

"Zhao Meng's men must have wise men. They actually let people take torches to the upstream and pretend to cross the river. In fact, the main force has held their breath and waited downstream. After we mobilized our troops, we suddenly led the troops to cross the river. We were fooled!"

When the matter developed to this point, Fan Jishe also realized that he was in the game. He was furious for a while, and he drew his sword and shouted angrily: "We have more people, and there is still a division of soldiers at the back of the camp, ready to go quickly. They are transferred over, and they must drive Zhao Bing down the river, and don't let one person land!"

Now, even if Fan wanted to withdraw, it was not easy to withdraw. Wang Sheng had no choice but to command everyone to defend. Even Fan Jishe's personal guards rushed downstream with shields and spears.

However, the matter was not over yet. At this moment, they suddenly heard a faint drumbeat coming from the east, and there were shouts of killing along with the night wind.

Wang Sheng was startled, he climbed the tower, turned his head to look east, and was immediately stunned.

On the black Hanoi Plain, the light is unobstructed, and I don't know when it was ~lightnovelpub.net~ There was a fire dragon on the field. They came from a distance, and the marching speed was very fast, judging from the speed...

It must be a bike ride!

When the cavalry who supported the torches passed in front of Fan's camp and fired rockets on the sentry tower, their identities were confirmed.

In this world, there are dozens of vassals and states, hundreds of high-ranking officials, but only one family has an organized cavalry unit...

In the light of the fire, Zhao's flaming sun black bird banner stood on a small hill. Zhao Wuxi wore a red tassel sack, black copper armor, a purple battle robe, and a black scabbard. He rode a seven-foot-high, handsome and majestic horse with a crossbow on his saddle.

Zhao's young commander immediately stabbed his sword several miles away from Fan's tent. Behind him, there was a sea of ​​blazing flames, continuous without any gap.

It is the Dong Zhao army with all beards and tails! The faces of the five thousand Song Lu disciples were covered in dust from the long journey, but they couldn't hide the blazing flames in their eyes!

(To be continued.)

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