Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 394 Blitz Eight

In the third year of Guangxi, the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Outside Chaoge City.

The sky is full of wind and snow, looking at the past, it is a piece of white.

"Chaoge is ahead!"

"finally reached!"

"It's not easy these days!"

A group of soldiers and horses emerged from the horizontal line. The black mandala military flag covered the sky and the sun, and even the wind and snow could not cover it. Countless generals stared at the front and sighed.

The fewer people marching, the faster the speed is, and thousands of people are okay, but after tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, you must take care of the front and back, and the speed will drop.

Even if there is a sled, even if the wind and snow these days have accelerated their speed.

It took them about seven days before they arrived at Chaoge City.

"Report!"

"Say!"

"My lord, the Fifth Battalion is trapped at the southern city gate of Chaoge, Captain Chen Dao is already in danger, please send reinforcements quickly!" The scout bowed his head and reported.

"Ha ha!"

Hearing this, Mu Jing was not worried at all, his eyes were lifelike, looking at the wind and snow in the sky, he suddenly laughed loudly: "Chen Dao lived up to my expectations, since the South City Gate is still in his hands, then We will win this battle, sons, rush in!"

Chen Daoneng attacked Chaoge in a short period of time, and he was able to hold back the main force of the Hanoi army until they arrived. This was the best news he heard.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The generals had been on the road for several days, although they were a little tired, they should set up camp immediately to rest, but when they heard the sound of fighting, they moved quickly one by one.

This is Jing Pingjun.

A soldier who has initially condensed the soul of the army can fight at any time.

"Wenyuan!" Mu Jing began to order and release the task.

"exist!"

"You lead the Shuofang Camp, go to meet Chen Dao first, the South City Gate that you want to completely take down!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Liao took the order.

Shuofang Battalion is the most effective combat battalion under the Jingping Army. Their movements were swift, and they were not delayed by the snow at all. It seemed like a gust of wind, and they rushed straight ahead.

"Rest on the spot for an hour!"

Mujing's style changed drastically, and he said suddenly.

Sharpening knives does not miss woodcutters.

They have the support of Zhang Liao's troops, and they can defend the south gate. At this time, what he needs is for the soldiers to recover their strength. Only by recovering their strength can they cope with the next high-intensity decisive battle.

"promise!"

All the generals handed over their hands to take orders, and one by one the soldiers rested on the spot. Some drank water, but the cold water was warm in the mouth, and some ate dry food. The dry food, which was as cold as a stone, was unpalatable, but they had to be swallowed.

This hour is very quiet, and there are continuous battle reports coming back from the front.

"Report to your son, the Shuofang Camp has taken over the Fifth Battalion!"

"Report to the prince, the Hanoi army is defeated and retreated to the city!"

"Report to your son, part of the Hanoi army has withdrawn to the east!"

"..."

One by one news gathered in front of Mujing, and Mujing's arrangement for this battle became clearer.

An hour later.

The army starts.

"Du Feng, Xie Yu!"

"exist!"

"You each lead two thousand troops, outflank the left and right, enter the city from east to west, and force the main force of the Hanoi army to return to the city. They must not be allowed to break through!"

"promise!"

"All other soldiers, follow my orders!"

Mu Jing personally led the main force and launched a frontal attack: "We have already gained an advantage in this battle. Now we are going to take down Chaoge City and the Hanoi army. If we want to win, we have to charge forward. We will rush in and strangle the Hanoi army." !"

"Strangle the Hanoi army!"

"Strangle the Hanoi army!"

More than 1 soldiers, condensed with supreme morale, woke up like a giant beast, opened their bloody mouth, and swallowed it in the direction of Chaoge City.

……

Entering the South City Gate, all you can see is ruins, even the white snowflakes can't cover up the bewitching blood, under the strong smell of blood, corpses are scattered all over the field, and the smell of gunpowder smoke becomes more and more intense.

"The last general, Chen Dao, has lived up to expectations and respectfully invites the son to enter the city!"

Chen Dao's injuries were not serious, the battle armor on his back was chopped off, blood was faintly visible, the white cloth temporarily wrapped around his left arm also seeped blood, and there were six or seven wounds, large and small, everywhere.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Mu Jing couldn't bear to watch, took a deep breath, and said: "The fifth battalion will rest first, and the fifth battalion will be the first in this battle!"

"promise!"

As soon as Chen Dao was relieved, he passed out.

"what happened?"

"Exhaustion, coupled with excessive bleeding, internal injuries erupted, just fainted, nothing serious!" Zhang Liao was beside him, and immediately supported Chen Dao's body.

"Take him down and let the military doctor take a good look at him!"

Mu Jing said: "In addition, all military doctors set up a wounded battalion on the spot, and any Jingping soldier who is injured must be treated carefully!"

"Yes!"

Several personal guards carried Chen Dao down.

"Wen Yuan, how is the situation in the city?"

"Report to your son, Wang Kuang seems unwilling to admit defeat. After he retreated into the city, he built a solid line of defense to the north of Chaoge!"

"So he is going to fight us in the street?"

Mu Jing sneered: "I don't shed tears when I see the coffin, since he wants to shed the last drop of blood for the Han family, then I will fulfill him!"

Street fighting is a good idea.

But Mujing was not afraid.

This is confidence in the strength of Jing Ping's army.

The Hanoi army is just a group of mobs. It has only been a few months since they have been assembled, and they are far inferior in terms of cohesion and combat effectiveness. Moreover, if they lose Nancheng, their morale will inevitably be low.

Sure enough, within half a day of the war, the Hanoi army had already lost 800 meters of streets, so they could only continue to tighten their defenses and retreat to the north step by step.

After three days of fierce fighting, the Hanoi army was defeated.

There are only a few squares left in the north of Chaoge City. The layout of the surrounding houses is a bit strange. Coupled with the terrain, there are nine bends and eighteen bends. The only [-] remaining soldiers of the Hanoi Army were blocked here by the Jingping Army. .

In a courtyard.

"Your Majesty, the two hundred soldiers led by Wei Luochuan of Heyang County have fled northward!"

"My lord, we have already lost Chaoyang Street, the county lieutenant died in battle, and all eight hundred soldiers died in battle!"

"..."

Wang Kuang was overwhelmed by each news.

"That's how you lost?"

Wang Kuang's eye sockets became concave and convex, his pupils were colorless, and all his energy and energy disappeared, leaving only lamentation.

At the beginning, he was ambitious and summoned [-] Hanoi troops, intending to crusade against the traitor Mushan in the name of justice, but it only took a long time, and he was defeated all of a sudden.

He had just retreated into Chaoge City, but he was still a little unwilling.

So he wanted to fight street fighting with Jingping's army.

But after the battle, I realized my stupidity. After all, the Hanoi army was not as good as Jingping's elite, and they collapsed at the first touch, and the morale of the army was suddenly scattered. , Countless people fled.

He has already lost.

"Have you found Patriarch Sima?"

After a while, Wang Kuang suddenly asked.

Since he started to attack the south gate, Sima Fang has been missing. He has been looking for him. If he has Sima Fang to assist him, he believes that this battle can still be fought. In the name of Sima Fang, he can even recruit soldiers from the city. For pawn.

That's the appeal he doesn't have.

The Sima family should be the first family in Hanoi, and its influence has already covered every county in Hanoi.

"no!"

Hearing this, the confidant guard shook his head.

"Sima Fang, thank you, Sima Fang, a certain family understands that the so-called gentry are unreliable!"

Wang Kuang smiled wryly.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

He lost, so he became an outcast.

"Your Majesty, we still have [-] soldiers. If we get out of Beicheng, we can join the Shangdang northward and ask for the protection of Zhang Yang, the prefect of the Shangdang!" A scribe gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

"If it was three days ago, we might still quit Chaoge!"

Wang Kuang shook his head: "Now, it's impossible, Beicheng must be blocked by Jingping's army!"

With such a small force of troops, they would surely die if they walked out of this workshop.

"Give up the order and give up resistance!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Give me an order!" Wang Kuang said coldly, "If you surrender, you still have a way to survive. I can't let Erlang from Hanoi be buried with me!"

"Fujun, will they let us go?"

A general said anxiously.

"Yes!"

Wang Kuang was silent for a while, and the corner of his mouth raised a sarcasm: "The Mu family only wants my head. I believe they will not embarrass you who give up resistance!"

He can't survive.

Because of the anti-flag he raised.

If the imperial court wanted to maintain orthodoxy, he could only be sacrificially.

(End of this chapter)