It was the eighth day of the third month of the tenth year of the Xuanli calendar.
Fu Xiaoguan and his party, with Wei Wubing as their guide, traveled through the cliffs and forests deep in the Qinling Mountains.
Peng Yuyan's troops had already arrived at Baima Station, but still had not encountered a real enemy.
At this moment, Xue Dingshan's 150,000 troops had just returned to Qipan Pass. Without stopping, he led his troops towards Jianmen.
A few days ago, he issued an order to the 150,000 Western Rong infantrymen who were escorting grain and fodder, ordering them to turn back and attack Fei An's troops with all their strength to delay Fei An's arrival at Jianmen.
At this moment, at Chunfeng Ferry, more than a hundred miles away from Jianmen, the 150,000 infantrymen of the Western Rong were facing Fei An's 400,000 troops across the river.
The leader of the Western Rong infantry was Liang Guiyuan, the second elder of the Moon Worship Sect's secret sect. He was standing at the ferry bridge, gazing at the dense crowd on the other side. His gaze was quite serious, but when he turned around, his expression was calm. He instructed the three generals beside him:
"They're just a bunch of ragtag bunches, nothing to worry about. We just need to hold the bridgehead. Remember, even if we have to fight to the last man, we must buy the general at least two days."
"We respect the Second Elder's order!"
The three generals returned to their respective armies and deployed their troops to the east of Chunfeng Ferry, preparing their battle formations and being ready for battle.
For a moment, swords and guns were everywhere, and the atmosphere was full of momentum and grandeur.
Fei An, standing west of Chunfeng Ferry, also took a closer look. After half an incense stick of time, he gave orders to the four generals beside him:
"This general can only give you half a day. Remember, tell your soldiers that Lord Fu, the young official, is about to arrive at Jianmen. If we don't rescue him urgently, Lord Fu will fall into the hands of the thief Xue and die without a burial place!"
"If we want to rescue Lord Fu, it all depends on your performance today!"
The four generals were all from the Zhong and Yu families. They were shocked when they heard this. What the hell, the head of the family had ordered very carefully that this battle was fought for Lord Fu. These 400,000 soldiers were also coming for Lord Fu.
If we miss the opportunity to fight and Lord Fu is killed by the thief Xue...
Damn thief Xue!
The four generals returned to their respective armies and roared passionately, causing all the soldiers to explode.
Each one of them was like a shot of chicken blood, and the sound of thunder and lightning shook the sky:
"Destroy the thief Xue!"
"Rescue Lord Fu!"
"Though it be a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, we will forge ahead!"
The sound was clearly transmitted to the other side. Liang Guiyun was shocked when he heard it. Did this stir up a hornet's nest?
Isn't that a mob?
Didn't they join the army temporarily just for some money and food?
Why do you want to rescue Lord Fu? Is that Fu Xiaoguan also here?
Fu Xiaoguan was caught by General Xue?
This is impossible!
Not only Liang Guiyun was shocked, but the 150,000 Western Rong infantrymen were also shocked.
This is the first time in my life that I have left Xirong. Are the people outside so scary?
Many people became timid and suddenly felt that it would be more reassuring to stay in the valleys of the Western Rong. War was a deadly thing!
At this moment, Fei An was secretly delighted and raised his sword high:
"My men, Lord Fu is in Jianmen. Follow me to rush across Chunfeng Ferry and kill all the scum on the opposite side. I will take you to Jianmen. Lord Fu will be very happy!" - Fu Xiaoguan, I have to use his name to boost morale!
“Charge…!”
As he swung his sword forward, the 400,000-strong army swept past in four directions like a raging tide.
There is only one bridge over Chunfeng Ferry, which is a hundred meters long and about two meters wide, so it naturally cannot accommodate many people.
The second army in the center rushed to the bridge first. When the remaining three armies saw this, they were shocked and said, "Oh shit, there is no way out!"
What should we do then?
The generals of the other three armies waved their swords and said, "Swim across the river for me!"
Although it is mid-spring in March, spring in Jiannan will come a month later than in Jiangnan.
The water was very cold, but under the shocked gaze of the Western Rong infantry, countless soldiers plunged into the river like dumplings and swam hard to the other side.
Liang Guiyuan took one look and drew his sword, pointing it forward: "Warriors of Xirong, the time to kill the enemy has come. Follow this elder!"
“Go ahead!”
Liang Guiyuan turned around and saw that he felt terrible.
Those infantrymen were holding swords and guns, but they were all trembling with fear at this moment, and only a hundred or so people rushed forward!
And when these hundred or so people were halfway through their charge, they suddenly stopped. They looked back and thought, "Fuck, no one's coming? If we run over there, won't we be killed?"
So, under Liang Guiyuan's angry gaze, the hundred or so people ran back.
Who can teach me how to fight this battle?
Liang Guiyuan was so angry that he stood up and landed in front of the army, waving his sword.
"The enemy is about to cross Chunfeng Ferry. If you don't meet them, I will kill your entire family when I return!"
"Get in the car!"
This sentence was powerful. The group of Xirong fools swallowed their saliva, and one of them shouted: "It's just death, after eighteen years, we are heroes again. For our wives and children and families, go for it...!"
Due to this delay, the Second Army had already rushed to the bridgehead, and the two sides immediately started fighting, which was brutal in an instant.
Blood gushed out, limbs flew everywhere, wails rang out, and roars shook the sky!
He Sandao belonged to the First Army of Fei An's army and was only nineteen years old.
Although he was illiterate, he could not stop admiring Lord Fu, because... he was also a small landlord.
He often pondered this question: Master Fu was a small landowner in Linjiang, and this young master was a small landowner in Linzi. The place names had quite a connection, as both contained the word "Lin" in their names, didn't they?
We are all small landlords, why is there such a big gap?
Lord Fu had already made a name for himself before he was even eighteen. I won't talk about his poetry or prose, because I can't understand them. I won't talk about his business and making money, because he doesn't understand it either. So what else can I say?
If you look closely, nothing can compare to Lord Fu!
Therefore, Lord Fu, who was as imposing as a mountain to look up to, became He Sandao's idol. When he heard that Lord Fu was coming to kill the bandit Xue, he secretly joined the army. He didn't think about killing the enemy - there were 400,000 people, how could he get the chance to fight in the battle?
He just wanted to see Lord Fu's heroic appearance and get some of his great fortune.
At this moment, being on the vast battlefield, his blood suddenly boiled, and he followed the large army and jumped into the river with a splash.
The first thought that came to his mind was: Damn, it’s so cold!
Then the second thought instantly emerged: Damn, I can’t swim!
He Sandao panicked immediately, thrashing his hands in the water until the knife fell into the river. He didn't care and drank two mouthfuls of icy water before surfacing and yelling, "Help...!"
With a grunt, he sank again.
At this moment, Fei An flew over, grabbed He Sandao when he showed up again, and threw him away -
He Sandao flew into the air and rushed towards the dense enemy troops on the opposite side like a cannonball.
"Fuck! I'm fucking dead!"
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