When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.
Even someone as calm as Ji Huan couldn't help but exclaimed, "Three thousand fire bulls forming a formation? Is that true or false?!"
Yeah, is it true or false?
This matter is of great importance. The truth or falsehood will have an extremely huge impact on the war situation and even our own army.
If it is true, if three thousand crazy fire bulls were to bear the brunt of the attack, their killing power would be enough to match that of hundreds of thousands of fierce soldiers. If you believe it, then retreat quickly; the farther away you are, the less you will be affected. A small number of fire bulls will not have much impact on the army.
If the news was false and they believed it, then retreating would be tantamount to completely giving up the siege of the Allied forces. The other party can then calmly descend and escape to the north.
The favorable situation we have created after fierce fighting so far will be completely destroyed. Once the Allied forces are allowed to cross the Yellow River and return to Jizhou, it will be like letting a tiger return to the mountains.
This messenger has delivered a letter for the fourth time.
The first three messages were accurate.
This person's identity is unknown and his purpose is unknown. How can we know whether his fourth letter is fake news? The purpose plays a decisive role at the critical moment.
letter? Don't believe it?
Is it coming in? Is it a refund?
Wei Jing's face was as gloomy as water. He heard Ji Huan anxiously ask Liang Dan: "Can you see who the messenger is?"
"I can't see clearly. I was patrolling the border when a letter suddenly flew into my arms. I only caught a glimpse of a black figure passing by in my peripheral vision."
It was as fast as lightning and the distance was not very close. It was a dark day and the thatch was lush in summer, so it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Such skills?
Wei Jing suddenly thought of someone and his brows immediately frowned.
But no matter who makes the guess, the most urgent thing is whether to believe it or not?
Wei Jing’s mind raced.
"What happened so suddenly? Are you going to get treatment or not... Hey, this letter!"
At this critical moment, when the whole audience was silent, Yan Ming suddenly complained, and everyone was startled.
Fan Ya was hit by a rocket and his high fever subsided. Yan Ming came specially to treat Yang Shu's injury and did not leave. He was just treating Fan Ya. Fan Ya's tent was near the central tent. Fan Ya came out wearing armor, and he followed him out.
He was originally nervous, but unexpectedly everything was calm. He complained and was about to ask whether Fan Ya could be cured, but when he turned his gaze, he caught a glimpse of the letter in Wei Jing's hand. His eyes widened instantly.
"Hey, this letter!"
Wei Jing's eyes flashed like lightning: "Cunshan, do you recognize this person's handwriting?"
Yan Ming showed hesitation, and Ji Huan immediately summarized the whole process and told him hurriedly. Yan Ming's expression became serious, "The handwriting is very similar."
In fact, it is not only very similar. The strokes start quickly and the turning points are always slightly biased, making the ink appear a little thin. However, this slightly flawed brushwork is completely ignored under the strong brushstrokes, and people are only impressed by the powerful momentum on the paper.
Yan Ming had already recognized the brushstrokes, which were familiar but difficult to imitate in their subtle details. However, he was still a little unsure: "Is this person's surname Wei?"
"Wei Xu?"
A guess in Wei Jing's mind was confirmed. He said solemnly, "The chief counselor under Prince An is Wei Xu."
Yan Ming worked part-time as a military doctor, but he only cared about curing illnesses and saving lives. Wei Jing and Prince An had been fighting for several years, but he had no interest in asking who were the leaders of the enemy's camp.
This was the first time he had heard the name Wei Xu in recent years, but his expression at this moment confirmed the fact that the writer of the letter was Wei Xu.
This was really beyond the expectations of everyone present. Everyone looked at each other in shock and confusion.
Why did Wei Xu tip off the enemy?
You have to know that no one present knew him and there was no conflict of interest between them.
But these issues are not urgent. The most important thing at the moment is whether the message on the letter is true or false?
Wei Jing immediately asked: "Cunshan, is this Wei Xu an old acquaintance of yours? Do you know anything about him?"
"Yes, this is his fourth message!"
Yan Ming opened his mouth, but he didn't know where to start talking about the complicated story. Zhang Yong was anxious: "Is it true or false?"
"I heard that this man is a close friend of Prince An. Prince An visited him several times and found that they share the same interests, so he invited this man down the mountain. This Wei Xu is very powerful. If it weren't for him, Prince An would have been trapped in Luojing and skinned alive by the dog emperor!"
"Best friend?"
Yan Ming choked, a strange look on his face, "It's impossible for this person to have close friends, and it's even more impossible for him to have similar interests with anyone!"
The words were decisive and the situation was urgent. Since the old things could not be explained, Yan Ming said directly, "I don't know why, but his target must be Prince An. What he said in the letter must be true."
He asserted: "It is credible!"
"good!"
Yan Ming had a deep and inseparable relationship with them, and he had even saved his life, so Wei Jing chose to believe him without hesitation.
He ordered urgently: "Pass my order, the rear troops turn to the front troops and continue to retreat!"
The Qi army was extremely disciplined. Once the order was given, they immediately retreated in an orderly and hasty manner. Just as they retreated about a mile, the vanguard of the refugees arrived.
In the dark night, the faint sound waves have become clearer and clearer. You can make out the sounds of hurried and chaotic running, as well as people screaming and shouting.
Faced with the threat to their lives, people's explosive power was quite amazing. The refugees rushed to the foot of Gangling Mountain like a torrent. Because Wei Jing had led the army to retreat quickly, a large gap was left. Without blocking the way, they continued to move up the hill.
At this moment, Wei Jing's eyes suddenly focused.
There are changes in Gangling!
He had been staring at the entrance to Gangling Pass. Although the distance was far, his eyesight was amazing. He saw a ball of red and orange fire suddenly appear, and there was a loud "rumbling" sound like drumbeats. Hundreds of bulls with flames all over their bodies and sharp blades tied to their horns were howling in pain and rushing down at an astonishing speed.
One group rushed to the intersection, while another group had already turned the bend.
Shocking changes!
In just a few breaths, the painful fire bulls crashed into the crowd. The pain of being burned by the flames made them completely crazy. Once they entered the crowd, they rushed forward wildly.
“Ah! Ahhhhh!”
Everything changed so quickly and suddenly that no one had time to react. Blood splattered, stomachs were pierced, and the unarmed refugees died instantly. The fire bulls charged wildly, and the frightened refugees ran away madly, and soon the situation spread to the gate of the Qi army camp, which was two or three hundred feet away.
Blood everywhere, hell on earth.
"That damned King An!!"
The people in the Qi camp were shocked and angry. Ji Huan wiped his face and said anxiously: "Our army will retreat. A major rout is impossible. The allied forces will definitely choose to escape quickly from the west!"
It’s true.
Han Xi, who had personally gone up the mountain to investigate, had already rushed back and reported urgently: "Prince An received a report from the sentry that our army had retreated in advance, and has issued an order to retreat westward!"
Prince An had been sending scouts to keep a close eye on the Qi camp. Wei Jing's reaction was earlier than expected. He received the message just after he released the first batch of fire bulls.
He was extremely hateful and angry, but it was impossible for the Qi camp to be defeated. He roared angrily and made a prompt decision, ordering a quick retreat from the west. When Han Xi spied on him, the vanguard of the allied forces had already set off.
Han Xi said anxiously: "My lord, we have to take a detour and chase them quickly, otherwise it will be too late!"
At the two intersections in the west, there are only 70,000 troops stationed on each side. Even if one of the parties finally confirms the situation and rushes to reinforce, there will only be more than 100,000 troops.
For the 270,000 to 280,000 Allied troops, being blocked was their only way out with great difficulty. One can imagine how they struggled to break out. Despite the disparity in military strength, they will eventually succeed in breaking through.
The army here must be reinforced in time.
Unfortunately, the refugees and fire bulls have blocked the nearest reinforcement route, so we have to take a longer detour. If we set off immediately, we have a fifty-fifty chance of catching up. If we delay any further, it will be too late.
Han Xi was extremely anxious: "According to what the allied soldiers said, there is a ferry on the south bank of the Yellow River!"
Once they arrive, it will be a way to survive, and the Allied forces are full of fighting spirit and momentum.
This was the truth, but Zhang Yong and the others were stunned when they heard it. Fan Ya asked anxiously, "Then what should we do with these 60,000 refugees?"
The fire bulls are spreading rapidly, but the army has retreated quite far and has not been affected yet. As long as they march quickly now, they can completely leave this chaos behind.
But most of these 60,000 refugees must have been killed or injured.
Han Xi looked back and frowned, "There are so many fire bulls. If we want to rescue and kill them, we have to divide them into at least half!"
The Fire Bull Formation is too powerful. Ordinary soldiers cannot resist the crazy sharp-bladed bulls at all. It is necessary to quickly dig deep trenches, assist with arrow arrays, build extensive village walls and earth walls, etc., in order to intercept or shoot them, and at the same time rescue and protect the refugees.
However, the fire bull spread too quickly, and tens of thousands of refugees were trapped in it, leaving no room for slow operations.
The thunder was rapid and had great killing power, and the number of casualties was large, but the soldiers were only rescuing the civilians and were not prepared to sacrifice themselves, so more soldiers were needed to hold up shields or lift up the village walls for protection.
Han Xi's words about dividing the troops in half were not false.
The remaining 200,000-odd troops had to march a long distance. Even if they successfully intercepted the Allied forces that were breaking through, they were not sure of catching them all in one fell swoop.
Han Xi's brows tightened, "Letting a tiger go back to the mountains will bring endless troubles! And if Prince An abandons Jizhou and flees again in the future, what should we do then?"
For Wei Jing, killing King An was never just about seizing the world.
Han Xi only put the interests of his lord and his hatred first, and all others had to retreat a short distance. He was so decisive that Fan Ya and the others were choked. Then they said hurriedly: "But that, but that can't be done either..."
"My Lord?"
Ji Huan did not argue, he immediately looked at Wei Jing.
To be honest, Ji Huan was a little anxious. Everyone has to use their own means to compete for the world, so it is not uncommon to encounter such a situation. This happened to Wei Jing more than once. But his situation was quite special, and his previous painful struggle was shocking.
Fan Ya's pale face turned red with anxiety: "My Lord, I will stay! I am willing to sign a military order and will handle it within two hours!"
Han Xi: "My Lord!"
Wei Jing raised his hand and everyone fell silent. He closed his eyes.
Two options.
First, he led an army of more than 400,000 to provide emergency assistance via a detour. He was sure that even if the Allied forces had successfully rushed out of the Western Passage, he would be able to re-encircle and annihilate them.
Second, divide the troops into half and rescue 60,000 refugees. If King An had really managed to break out of the intersection, it would be difficult to encircle him again due to limited manpower, and the success rate of annihilating him would be only 50%.
His mother was buried with him, his sister-in-law and nephew were burned to death, and Prince An was his mortal enemy. If he is allowed to escape back to Jizhou, things will change again.
Just as Ji Huan thought, this was not the first time Wei Jing had encountered such a choice.
Pingtao poisoned salt, he struggled in pain, and with the comfort of his wife, his faith barely overwhelmed his hatred. However, he felt deeply guilty afterwards and suffered from nightmares for a long time.
The decision to save the dike in Yizhou was extremely difficult and he still remembers the intense process.
But today, Wei Jing found that his heart had calmed down a lot.
It was as if a clear spring was flowing through his heart, quietly soothing the anxiety brought by the hatred and moistening the thousands of miles of barren land.
Wei Jing opened his eyes with a sharp gaze. He saw from afar a refugee man holding a little girl being chased by a fire bull. The man's face showed fear and despair, but he was unwilling to abandon his daughter in his arms to lighten the burden. Instead, he gritted his teeth and ran away.
But how can ordinary people run faster than cows?
In just half a breath, the fire bull came closer. The little girl was only a year old, almost the size of a baby, and was crying in fear with her mouth wide open.
Wei Jing drew out his sword with a "swish", raised his hand and threw it. The silver light was as fast as lightning and shot directly into the left leg joint of the Fire Bull.
With a crisp "bang" sound, the raging fire bull suddenly knelt down, and the father and daughter quickly turned around and escaped.
His wife, his daughter, the softest presence, unknowingly healed his wounds.
The bloody wound that used to be so painful has gradually healed.
"We just want to have a clear conscience."
Suddenly I remembered something my wife once said with a smile. She said that everyone makes different choices, as long as you don't regret it in the future.
Today, his desire for revenge has never changed, but he no longer struggles in pain.
Things have their priorities, so don't regret it in the future.
If King An really escapes back to the north of the Yellow River, then he will gather his troops and attack them!
The night wind blew, and Wei Jing's eyes were burning. The moment he threw out his sword, he gave an order in a deep voice: "Fan Yaliang Dan, you two lead 200,000 soldiers to dig trenches and build walls immediately to rescue the people."
"The rest of you, follow me immediately to reinforce the West Pass!"
"I will take your orders!"
…
Wei Jing led an army of 250,000 to reinforce. The moment he jumped on his horse and turned around to leave, he felt as if he had taken off a heavy shackle.
In the dark night, he finally raised his lips slightly and smiled as if relieved of a heavy burden.
"March at full speed!"
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