Reinforcements are coming!

The general let out a roar and his body went limp, half-kneeling on the ground, but the next moment he hurriedly used his knife to support himself.

"Form a formation," he shouted. "Form a circle."

In this formation, the cavalry go first and they follow behind, you advance and I advance, you retreat and I advance.

The soldiers quickly formed a battle line, and the troops galloping behind them had already crossed the ditch, and they could finally see their appearance clearly.

They are indeed Zhou soldiers, well-equipped.

They moved expertly on both sides of the small circle, their bows and crossbows put away and replaced with long swords for close combat.

The Jin soldiers, who were in temporary chaos, reorganized their formation and raised their sickles.

Men and horses collided, weapons clashed, and the sound of fighting and collision was deafening.

People kept falling down, some were Jin soldiers and some were Zhou soldiers, but there were still endless soldiers rushing towards them from behind.

No matter how many reinforcements had arrived, the officers standing in the battle array tried their best to look, and it seemed as if the entire night behind them was filled with soldiers.

Caught off guard, the Jin soldiers quickly began to flee.

Accompanied by the sound of the horn, the Zhou soldiers who were about to pursue stopped and quickly formed a line to retreat.

"Where are you from, brothers?" the general shouted.

Zhou Bing, who was walking past them, looked over.

"Us?" one of the leaders said, "We are the Fengning Army."

Fengning Army?

The generals were no strangers to this, as they were one of the troops that had disobeyed orders and failed to come to the rescue of the fleeing troops.

His expression was somewhat complicated.

I don't know whether I should blame them for deserting the battlefield and thus not having enough reinforcements, or be grateful that they came to rescue me in the critical moment.

"Where is Lord Tang?" he asked.

The Zhou soldier raised his head and pointed forward.

The general looked over and saw that torches had been lit up in the darkness ahead at some point, winding their way to an end like a long wall built in the night.

At this point, we shall not talk about what happened before, but let’s discuss how to fight. The Earl of Qinghe is still under siege, and since Lord Tang’s troops are willing to come, let’s see if we can persuade the other escaped troops to come and help.

The general took a deep breath and strode towards that direction. Several flags were fluttering in the torches. The flag of the Fengning Army was easy to identify and also indicated where the commander was.

The general walked straight ahead, getting closer and closer, but suddenly he stopped and looked at the flags in disbelief.

As he walked towards them, the soldiers lined up in a row moved aside to reveal the general behind them.

More flags appeared before our eyes.

Beyond the familiar Fengning Army flag, there was an even bigger flag fluttering.

The black flag blended into the night so well that the bright red characters on it seemed to appear out of thin air.

A large flag with red characters.

The general subconsciously bent his legs and half-knelt on the ground with a look of disbelief.

Duke of Cheng.

…

"What happened?"

Qinghebo also walked up to the city wall. Soldiers on the wall held weapons in their hands, and auxiliary soldiers supported rolling stone columns, but no Jin soldiers attacked.

Just after dinner, when they were resting in the night, scouts came to report that the Jin army was on the move. Although it was inconvenient to attack the city at night, it seemed that the Jin army was going to use chariot warfare to wear them down.

Fighting means death, not fighting also means death, there is no choice but to fight to the death.

All the people rushed to the top of the city wall, ready to face the outcome of life or death.

They stood at the city gate, but did not see the Jin soldiers rolling in.

The Jin people were treacherous. What were they planning? A fire attack? A water attack? Everyone was thinking of various ways to die.

It's not impossible that someone doesn't want to live, for example, if the Jin army withdrew, but this is simply impossible, so why deceive yourself?

"Listen." Suddenly a general said, breaking the silence on the city wall.

Listen? Are the Jin troops approaching?

Everyone pricked up their ears and held their breath.

There seemed to be rumbling thunder in the sky.

"Is it going to rain?" murmured a soldier.

If it rains, it will be adding insult to injury. Almost everyone is injured now. When the cold rain starts to fall, many people will be frozen to death in one night even without the Jin soldiers coming.

"It's not thunder." The soldier next to him suddenly shouted, not knowing whether he was surprised or afraid of the change of tone, "It's a war drum."

War drums?

The war drums and horns of the Jin people and the Zhou people were different, so it was easy to distinguish them.

The rumbling sound of war drums seemed to come from the horizon, growing louder and closer, and soon filling the night sky like thunder.

"It's a war drum!"

"It's our war drum!"

More people shouted loudly.

Qinghebo just felt numb all over.

Reinforcements!

Reinforcements finally arrived!

This news drove the people on the city wall into a frenzy. Some people shouted loudly, some knelt down and cried, and some people flushed and rushed forward with weapons in their arms.

The generals had to scold the soldiers to keep their composure.

But they themselves were also very excited.

"How many reinforcements are there?" Qinghe Bo suddenly asked.

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads. The officers suddenly woke up and their joy turned into deep worry.

Initially they expected 100,000 reinforcements, but half of them ran away after receiving the news. It was delayed for so long that it was obvious that the reinforcements from outside were either unable to arrive or had different opinions. Now that the fighting has finally begun, how many troops will be left in the end?

The Jin army has been besieging this place for so long, and according to their observation, they have been constantly mobilizing reinforcements during this period. The current number of troops here has exceeded that of the original one.

Everyone gradually fell silent, looking nervously and sadly in the direction of the drumbeats. The darkness of the night obscured everything, and only the sky seemed to be burning, a fiery red.

…

The sounds of fighting did not stop all night.

When the morning light leaped out from the horizon, it illuminated the city walls, where people were standing stiffly like stone statues.

Qinghebo's originally gray hair turned even whiter, and even his beard turned white and was covered with morning frost.

There was no worry in their eyes anymore, as the scout had brought good news an hour ago.

The Jin soldiers retreated.

But no one cheered and jumped down the city wall. Everyone was still standing on the high city wall, staring at the place where the sun rose without blinking, waiting.

Waiting for the first glimpse of these brave warriors who fought off so many Jin soldiers.

As the morning light grew brighter, groups of people finally came into view. They were scouts, running quickly across the wilderness to explore for the army behind them.

Next came pairs of cavalry, densely packed in from all directions, with flags and banners like clouds covering the sky and the earth.

Getting closer and closer, they saw the familiar flags, familiar armor, familiar marching formations, and familiar comrades.

I don't know which soldier yelled first, and threw the spear in his hand into the sky with force.

The spear leaped up and then slid down in an arc and fell to the bottom of the city wall.

Shouts rose one after another from the city walls, along with long swords, helmets, and even stones. Everyone threw out whatever they could find.

This time, Qinghe Bo did not scold the soldiers for their madness, but a smile appeared on his face.

"Master, they are all here." a general said excitedly.

Although they were still far away, they were very familiar with those flags.

The flags of those reinforcements who had been dispatched, whether they had obeyed the order or had reportedly escaped, were now among them.

Qinghebo also looked at those flags, and suddenly tears welled up in his eyes, and he felt very proud.

It seems that this northern land can also be his.

Well, the purge of Chengguogong's cronies will come to an end here. Zou Jiang will not ask about the previous crime of disobeying orders. As for rewards... well, that's something we'll have to think about.

Soldiers should not be too arrogant.

He twirled his beard and thought, hearing cheers in his ears, and the clouds of soldiers and horses in his sight were getting closer and closer, and suddenly he looked startled.

What flag is that?

Qinghebo's eyes widened.

The generals around him also saw it, and gradually the soldiers on the city walls also saw it. They stopped cheering and looked at the big flag.

After all, among these colorful flags, that flag is the largest, tallest and most eye-catching.

The only flag that can be the highest and largest is the general's flag.

The flag follows the master. The flag depends on the master. For example, the flag of Qinghe Bo has a blue center and black border, which is steady and elegant. The flag of Chengguo Gong Zhushan has a black background and red characters, which is ostentatious and vulgar.

This is the flag that Qinghe Bo doesn't want to see in his life.

But now it appears in sight again, and at this time.

Qinghebaek's face turned as white as his hair.

…

The city gate had been opened, and Qinghe Bo stood in front of the gate, looking at the approaching man with a tall figure.

The man was riding on the horse and showed no intention of getting off.

"Master, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you are still as elegant as ever." He looked at Qinghebo with a gentle smile on his face, "You are not good at leading troops, but you are unmatched in defending a siege."

Qinghebo was furious.

The saying "swearing without using any dirty words" refers to shameless people like Duke Cheng.