Jingzhou.
People in the city were in panic and smoke was everywhere.
Outside the city, things were also in turmoil.
At the eastern foot of Lie Mountain, a group of Qin Wang's rebels, wearing heavy armor and holding long spears, slowly advanced along the mountain road.
Suddenly, the sharp sound of arrows breaking through the air rang out everywhere.
Those archers were extremely skilled in shooting, and they specifically targeted the gaps in the soldiers' armor. Even though they were wearing heavy armor, soldiers were constantly shot down by arrows.
The Qin rebels marched forward silently. In a dozen more steps, these heavily armored infantrymen would be able to break into the valley and engage in close combat with those cunning opponents.
Just then, a sharp breaking sound was heard, and a tall fir tree broke through the branches and leaves and fell straight towards the mountain road.
The rebel formation was thrown into chaos, and the fleeing soldiers screamed in agony as they were shot to death by arrows flying from the forest.
Yan Minshi sighed. Beside him, several senior generals of the vanguard army had serious expressions.
Lieutenant General Ding Renlu said, "The enemy has about a hundred men, but they are skilled archers and have many cunning schemes."
Hua Zijian said coldly: "Less than fifty."
The generals were silent.
They were all veterans who had fought on many battles and had long seen that the enemy was small in number.
The eight thousand elite troops who had won consecutive battles were blocked at the mountain pass by dozens of enemy troops. They had advanced less than three miles in two hours. If the news got out, no one would believe it.
Lieutenant General Wu Renlu frowned and said, "These enemy bandits are in a dominant position and have the upper hand. A strong attack will probably be disadvantageous."
Lieutenant General Ji Renlu analyzed, "The front army has already attacked six times, but by comparison, the two cavalrymen have suffered fewer casualties."
Hua Zijian snorted coldly: "Two Manchu cavalry captains, thirty-five men killed in battle, and forty horses lost, and you still dare to say that the casualties were small?"
"Pass the order! Let Deputy Captain Hua Yisun lead the charge in the next round!"
The generals did not dare to dissuade him and quickly notified Hua Yisun to dress up and prepare for battle.
Hua Yisun wiped his face, holding a sword and a shield, and walked at the front of the team.
He was the son of Hua Zijian, a member of the vanguard army. He conquered strongholds along the way, made many military achievements, and was promoted to deputy captain.
Hua Yisun had led his team in two attacks, but was repelled by the enemy both times. If he couldn't break through the enemy's sniper attack this time, he wouldn't have to come back.
Two rows of shieldmen were in the front, followed by swordmen and spearmen, and at the end were archers.
They have used this formation five times, and each time they were suddenly defeated just when they were about to win.
Hua Yisun felt that the attack was not strong enough. If the soldiers tried harder, they would be able to break through the enemy's sniper fire.
Zhang Kang, the deputy general sent by his father, scoffed at his opinion.
Zhang Kang told him that the reason why the soldiers were defeated every time at the critical moment was not because they did not fight hard enough, nor was it because of bad luck and accidental defeat.
Rather, the enemy bandits were so cunning and brave that they were beyond imagination. They kept retreating during the sniping attacks, creating the illusion that their attack was going smoothly, causing the army to unknowingly stretch out the attacking team, and then seize the gaps in their own formation and succeed in one strike.
"How do you think we should fight?" Hua Yisun asked.
"Easy," Zhang Kang said without hesitation, "Set fire to the mountain."
"It's summer now, the weather is dry. All we need is a fire and two days of rest in camp, and we can cross this fierce mountain."
At this moment, Hua Yisun was looking at the dense forest in the mountains, still shocked by Zhang Kang's boldness and ruthlessness.
Once a wildfire spreads, no one will be able to control the fire. If such a big fire continues, I am afraid that Lieshan will not be able to recover for decades. By then, not only will the enemy be unable to hide, but their water, firewood, supplies... will also be swallowed up by the fire.
Paying such a price for a few dozen enemy soldiers is too high.
Zhang Kang suddenly fell to the ground. Hua Yisun regained consciousness and immediately bent his knees and half-knelt, using his heavy shield to protect his body.
With a "whoosh", the arrow pierced through the iron plate on the shield, and a piece of arrowhead emerged from the inside. The powerful impact force almost made Hua Yisun fall backwards.
He held the shield and moved forward step by step.
The rebel attacking team was divided into two halves by fir trees. Hua Yisun did not hesitate and rushed to the front of the formation.
At this moment, Zhang Kang, who had fallen to the ground, raised his body and a black light flew out from his chest. It turned out to be a crossbow arrow.
Then, he quickly loaded a crossbow, flew behind a tree, pressed his back against the trunk, and looked up at the top of the tree.
The bloody lesson taught them that when fighting against this group of enemies, the most dangerous attack often does not come from the front, but from high above their heads.
More than ten feet away.
Li Yinhuan was holding his breath, watching the development of the battle.
Suddenly, she asked softly, "General Li, the enemy's offensive has been blocked, why don't you take advantage of the situation to annihilate this scout unit?"
"Instead, we should use the terrain to deal with them and slow down their actions?"
Pharmacist Li explained, "These rebels have won victory after victory. In just a few days, they have captured more than ten fortified cities. Their military is at its peak."
"If we confront them head-on, even if we rely on an ambush, we will pay a huge price."
"It's better to take advantage of the terrain to deal with them, make them impatient, and wear down their momentum."
Li Yinhuan understood immediately and said in a delicate voice, "The first push is strong, the second push is weak, and the third push is exhausted."
"good."
Pharmacist Li nodded and ordered, "Send the reserve team in. Replace these soldiers and let them rest for a while until late at night, then rotate them back."
The other side.
Hua Yisun's attack finally worked, and the enemy retreated into the mountains after a brief resistance.
But their good luck did not last long. After advancing two miles, they encountered another sniper line.
The vanguard army consisted of a total of 8,000 people. Hua Zijian simply selected 1,000 people to form a death squad, using wave-like attacks to open a bloody path forward.
Also disable bows and arrows, only use crossbows.
Since crossbow bolts were much shorter than arrows, the enemy could not borrow them to replenish their stock. After an hour of stalemate, the arrows flying out of the forest became increasingly scarce, and finally disappeared completely.
But what made Hua Zijian furious was that at the cost of nearly a hundred casualties, these thousand soldiers still did not gain anything.
This time, the opponent's ability is far more terrifying than the previous two good-for-nothings.
He was never afraid to face the enemy head-on, but this method of fighting that relied on the terrain to resist step by step and constantly harass made him feel very powerless.
It was like punching cotton with all your strength, without causing any ripples.
Yan Cetian, who led an army of 30,000 behind, was very dissatisfied with their slow action.
He kept sending people to inquire about the battle situation.
Right now.
Yan Cetian is full of vigor and vitality.
Even though he had made countless plans beforehand, he didn't expect it to go so smoothly.
Everything is going smoothly and progress is rapid.
In less than seven days, they were able to reach the city of Jingzhou.
The vassal kings along the way were useless, and his army had a smooth journey.
The always-feared Old Eight Yan Batian didn't send anyone to take advantage of him, but just quietly lived as a handsome man in his own fiefdom.
In addition, letter after letter full of praise was delivered to him from Jingzhou City.
Yan Cetian was extremely excited at this moment.
What is destiny?
What is the true dragon emperor!
He just couldn't wait to sit on the dragon throne that he had been dreaming of tomorrow.
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