Chapter 67 Autumn Dew (Chinese)

It’s not that Yang is arrogant. In the more than four years since his debut, he has fought with Ni Wenjun, Zhao Pusheng, Peng Yingyu and other famous red scarfs one after another, and the chance of winning is at least 90%. Even if he is careless occasionally and is asked for some advantage by the other party, he will soon be able to regroup and return the previously lost money and profits.

Especially in the mountains and forests, he almost won every battle. After any Red Turban Army entered the mountain, its combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced due to the limitations of the terrain. However, the Miao army under Yang Wanzhe's command can get a huge bonus in combat effectiveness, making full use of the dual advantages of terrain and experience to attack opponents, so that the latter's morale will be quickly reduced to the brink of collapse.

Mountain battles are not as good as flat ground. There is not much space for both sides to form formations, and it is difficult to use the advantage of numbers. With the majority, the roads to the top of any hill are limited. On any road, there will be several keys that are easy to defend and difficult to attack on the way. As long as the side familiar with the terrain is stuck, the other side will be blocked from the attack and cannot move forward for a long time.

When the offensive party pays a huge price and completely captures a mountain, they often find that the defense party has retreated its main force to another higher mountain, and the hardships they have experienced before have to be repeated or repeated several times.

Two hills that seem to be less than 500 steps away from each other usually need to walk 1,500 or even 2,000 steps to actually get up. There can be traps hidden anywhere along the way, and even hundreds of ambushes can suddenly jump out of a few seemingly inconspicuous stones.

Four hills, with a straight line of more than two thousand steps, sufficient water, food, bows and arrows, gunpowder, and high morale. Yang Wanzhe could not think of any of that. Why did the butcher Zhu come to the door to fight him?

Indeed, the firearms of the Huaian Army are unparalleled in the world in terms of quantity and quality, but the range of four-jin cannons is only a few hundred steps. How could it be directly bombarded from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain? The cannons on the Huaian warship are said to have a very long range, but their weight will definitely not be too light. Baiqiling is also 40 or 50 miles away from the nearest river. Unless Zhu Tuhu really knows magic, why should he move the giant cannon weighing thousands of pounds into the mountains?

Repeatedly calculating the advantages and disadvantages of both the enemy and us in his heart, Yang Wanzhe became more confident. His eyes passed through the thin night, as if he had seen him dragging down the Huaian army and then rushing straight to Yangzhou.

"I have been in the army for four or five years, and after the battle, I will sing a long poem with the roar of artillery fire, and then I can show the commander's charm and dashing style. However, some people are not conscious of it. Before Yang Wanzhe can finish the second sentence, he suddenly jumped up and reminded loudly: "Sir, something is not right."

"You" Yang Wanzhe's half of his poetic nature was held back into his stomach, so he was very annoyed. However, when he saw that the person who was talking was Zhang Yu, he decisively swallowed the second half of his scolding words, "You are you, Mr. Bi, what are you going to teach me?"

"What's wrong. The sound of cannons at the foot of the mountain has been fired at least fifty times, but there is no intention of stopping or pushing forward at all." The old scholar Zhang Yu decisively ignored the dissatisfaction in Yang Wanzhe's words, frowned, and added loudly.

"So what? Zhu Tuhuo made a powerful cannon, but it is famous." Yang Wanzhe glanced at him and frowned slightly.

The best artillery in the imperial court must be stopped and cooled for half an hour after fifteen consecutive firings, otherwise the chance of blowing up the chamber will increase exponentially. The four-pound cannon seized from the Miao army from the Red Turban thieves can be fired forty consecutively and is still safe and sound. These are almost common sense for any general with experience in victory. Why did Lao Zhang suddenly become confused?

Just as he was puzzled, he saw Zhang Yu stomping his feet suddenly and added irritably: "The key is that he did not push forward. This is not a rock blasting through the mountains. Why do the dozens of cannons line up and blast at Wanzhutai? According to common sense, he should have stopped the cannons long ago and sent infantry forward to explore Shi Meng's chieftain's weight."

"Hiss,." Hearing this, Yang Wanzhe immediately took a breath of air conditioning.

Although he was full of confidence in his side, he did not dare to underestimate Zhu Tuhuo too much. After all, the other party had never suffered a defeat since his debut and had made great reputations on both sides of the Yellow River.

"I remembered that it was a sound of the east and the west, and he did this before outside Huai'an City." He did not give Yang Wanzhe a chance to think carefully, and the old scholar Zhang Yu shouted loudly, "Hurry, look, see if there are any other places, and be careful that Zhu Butcher takes advantage of our attention to Wanzhutai."

"Where?" Yang Wanzhe was trembling in his heart as he was saying the other party, and he turned around in circles. In front of him were Laohuling, Tudi Temple and Wanzhutai, and behind him was the main peak of Baiqiling, which was more than a hundred feet high. Zhu Tuhu's people could not fly over unless they had wings.

On the left is the tribe of his good friend, old neighbor Aduo Tusi, and his confidant Xiao Yu, on the right

"Impossible." The next moment, Yang Wanzhe suddenly exclaimed desperately. About three miles to the right was a broken wall. It was impossible to climb any living creature except for monkeys. However, as early as half an hour ago, he sent his confidant Zhong Xiaozi to patrol with hundreds of brothers. Why hasn't there been any news yet sent back?

"Blow the horns, blow the horns quickly, let the two Generals Yang, let everyone near the mountain move closer to the central army." The old scholar Zhang Yu was also well-known and pushed Yang Wanzhe's personal guard, Qianhu Yang Xiong, and ordered loudly.

Zhong Xiaozi took five hundred people to patrol the cliff, but no one has returned yet. With the momentum of artillery, he could quietly kill Zhong Xiaozi and his five hundred brothers. The other party climbed up at least three times that of the five hundred.

"Blow the horns, blow the horns quickly. According to the military advisor's words, let the brothers near the hills approach me." Yang Wanzhe finally woke up like a dream, and pushed his personal soldiers from the other side, furious.

"Wuwu--Wuwu---" The messengers blew the horn and sent Yang Wanzhe's orders out. The low, irritable horn sound echoed among the mountains, making people's hearts tense.

"Wuwu--Wuwu--Wuwu--Wuwu--Wuwu,,Wuwu--Wuwu-" Among the mountains, countless horn sounds suddenly appeared, like a tiger roaring a dragon, but none of them came from Yang Wanzhe's command.

The chieftains under his command had just received the order of "holding the troops and waiting for dawn". In such a short time, it was impossible to respond to the completely opposite order. These horn sounds could only come from another wave of people, that is, the Red Turban Huaian Army.

When they came, they sneaked into Baiqiling just as the mountain people worshiped the full moon; when they came, they secretly approached the central position of the Miao army, Ziyuntai, when they were confused by the sound of cannons at Wanzhutai. He sent countless scouts to blew the horn of the attack near the various Miao army headquarters, disturbing the morale of the opponent; they climbed over the cliff, secretly slaughtered all the patrolmen of Zhong Xiaozi's troops, and then killed Yang Wanzhe himself.

Although the moonlight was bright, no one could see how many soldiers and horses the Huaian Army had sent, including rugged rocks, towering ancient trees, and artemisia swaying in the night wind. At this moment, it seemed that there was life. It lined up and took neat steps, pressing towards Yang Wanzhe's central army layer by layer, preparing to walk on the road for heaven and crush this group of brutal murderers into powder.

Each mountain spirit tree monster holds a knife in one hand and holds a huge cow horn in the other hand. Every time he walks forward for a few steps, he will blew hard, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Wuwu." Yang Xiong, a personal soldier, was really unwilling to wait for his opponent to come to the door under the moonlight. He dropped the horns of the order, pulled out his waist knife, and pointed at the most likely position of the enemy. "Come with me, it's a mule or a horse, and you'll know if you kill it."

"Kill it, kill it." The two giant roared with their own soldiers and followed him, pounced in the direction where the enemy was most likely to arrive.

It is difficult to walk on the mountain road. Even if the chieftains and leaders of various departments around him immediately lead their troops to the central army, it will take half an hour to arrive. Before that, they must fulfill their responsibilities as personal soldiers.

"From today on, you Yang Xiong will be my brother." Yang Wanzhe did not stop his subordinates from acting rashly. Instead, he suddenly pulled out his waist knife, scratched his left arm, and then let the blood fall to the ground along the blade, "changed his name to Tongxiong, and good fortune and disaster will be shared from now on."

"Good and misfortune are shared." Yang Xiong shouted loudly without looking back.

"Good and misfortune are shared." "Good and misfortune are shared." Two hundred mountain people who served as personal guards opened their voices and repeated a promise that could never be fulfilled, strode to the stars.

"Come on, keep up." Infected by the emotions around him, four more twine eyes immediately greeted their subordinates and chased behind the first wave of people.

Two waves of personal guards, one in front and one behind, accompanied by the noisy horns around, approached the cliff where their robes had disappeared like a tide. In a blink of an eye, they walked four or five hundred steps away. Just as they were about to leave Yang Wanzhe's vision, another thunder came towards the hillside in front.

The leading general was only five feet tall, but his shoulder width exceeded three feet. He dragged his hand on a huge caltrop bone, rubbing against the flint on the ground as he walked, and sparks splashed.

This look and style are not the ones Zhong Dwarf who was ordered to explore the broken wall before. When Yang Xiong, the personal guard Qianhu, saw that his originally tense nerves quickly relaxed. He waved his waist and scolded loudly: "Grandma, you, Dwarf Zhong, have you been snatching your butt, and you almost scared me to death."

"It's you so scared." Dwarf Zhong suddenly took a few steps forward, and the caltrop bones instantly bounced from the ground, and rushed straight to Yang Xiong's top door with the sound of wind.

"Puff." In an instant, there were thousands of peach blossoms. Yang Xiong, a thousand guards of Miao Army, didn't even have time to snort, and his skull broke and he was so angry that he was on the spot.
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