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Chapter 243 Offense and Defense
In the misty rain, Du Yu was also looking at the three docks.

Zhou Fang said dejectedly: "Our army has been facing each other for many days, and if we don't do anything, we fear that the army will be scattered."

Several acquainted generals also clamored, "Deng Ai is nothing more than that. After so many days, I haven't seen how powerful he is. He sticks to the camp and dare not go out to fight."

"Shut up!" Zhang Te yelled. He is the Sima Hu Qiang, and he has the same position as Du Yu's chief historian, but his prestige in the army is higher than Du Yu's.

Obviously, the decision-making power for the reinforcements is in the hands of Zhang Te.

Several generals all shut up.

It's just that in the eyes, there is some dissatisfaction.

"Why do you need to be anxious? As long as we hold on to this battle, we will win if we are undefeated, and Deng Ai will be defeated if he is undefeated. The imperial court will not allow Yongliang to continue fighting like this. If my prediction is correct, the imperial court's envoy should be on the way." Du The pre-voice is gentle.

"Isn't that too useless?" Anyi guard Yuan Xiao said.

"Deng Ai is so motivating and mobilizing the crowd, why can't we be useless." Du Yu tried his best to calm everyone's emotions.

"That's enough, go down and guard the camps. If the slaves run away and mess up again, I'll ask you!" Zhang Te waved his hand.

After a continuous forced march and several days of confrontation, the slaves fled nearly a thousand people.

For an army of [-], it is already a lot.

The war has not yet begun, and the mind is not in the same place.

This is why Du Yu does not advocate rash advances.

If you don't fight, you can still scare Deng Ai and cause the enemy's fear. Once you fight, the war will fall into a stalemate, and the slaves will never fight to the end.

It's not just finding a few random people and distributing some weapons to call it an "army".

The generals bowed their hands and retreated.

Zhang Te and Du Yu were the only ones left, and the soldiers dispersed, allowing them to talk alone.

"Deng Ai has been unable to attack for a long time, the soldiers are already exhausted, and the Qiang and Di are scattered. If we continue to fight for ten and a half months, we will definitely fail." Du Yu said quietly.

Zhang Te said: "Du Changshi can rest assured that without my military order, the generals will not dare to act rashly."

But Du Yu's eyes flashed, "I'm not worried about us, but the general. Deng Aijun has made a lot of changes recently. Although I don't know what happened, he must be going for the general. If there is a literary man, he must have a military strategy. If there is no Any basis, Sima Taifu promoted him to be the governor of Yongzhou, has anyone else had this honor in the past 20 years?"

All the governors of the states of Cao Wei were prominent.

Wang Chang, Chen Tai, Hu Zhi, Guanqiu Jian, Zhuge Dan, etc., all have family backgrounds and meritorious deeds, and they have been immersed for many years before they ascended to high positions.

Even the prefects of the various counties are mostly from noble families.

There are three people in the imperial court who have not prominent family backgrounds but have ascended to the high position of governor, Sun Li, Wang Ji, and Deng Ai.

All of them were single-handedly promoted by Sima Yi.

Zhang Te's expression sank, "Could it be that the general is in danger?"

Du Yu nodded and pointed to the enemy camp to the east, "Deng Ai has always been staunch, but these days he has suddenly restrained himself."

"Isn't it because of our army's arrival?" Zhang Te looked at the enemy camp and fought on the battlefield for many years, and his intuition had been honed.

It was as if the camp was dense, covered by mist and rain, but there was a sharp and fierce aura.

The corners of Zhang Te's eyes trembled, and he said in a deep voice: "If so, what can we do? The general is the master of Xiping. If we lose, our army will fall apart!"

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there has never been a monolithic force in the world.

In the past two years, the expansion has been so fast that Qiang Hu has not completely returned to his heart.

The hearts of the Han people were more towards the imperial court.

Yang Zheng didn't know the situation behind, but Zhang Te did.

Peng Hu is just the beginning, there are not a few half-hearted people.

Du Yu looked up at the cloudy and rainy sky, the sky was gradually getting dark, and the night was filled with cold air, "The victory or defeat is between five and five."

Night fell slowly.

Yang Zheng closed his eyes upstairs in the West City.

The city gate has been opened.

In the darkness of night, the enemy camp became darker and darker.

A faint cold air rushed up from the soles of his feet.

Yang Zheng felt his hands were a little cold.

The temperature difference between day and night in Hehuang is huge, and the misty rain gradually turns into rain and snow, which is very cold.

But the cold obviously did not extinguish the blood in the hearts of the soldiers.

Yang Zheng didn't know what was going on in the rear, but he knew that the city was hot under his command.

The heart is hot, the blood is hot, and the fighting spirit of the soldiers is also hot.

That's enough.

Man proposes, God disposes.

Liu Heng, Gong Feizhi, and Luo Huzi quietly waited by their side.

And Meng Guan and Meng Yu have already moved.

This battle reminded Yang Zheng of the battle of Wuzhangyuan.

Sima Yi's superior force was at the door of his house, but he confronted Zhuge Wuhou's weak force for more than 100 days.

Sima Yi would rather wear women's clothes than fight Zhuge Wuhou.

How are things today similar to then?
But Yang Zheng is not Sima Yi, and Deng Ai is not Zhuge Wuhou.

So this battle will eventually break out.

"kill!"

After an unknown amount of time, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the west.

Then, the high-pitched neighing of war horses, the sound of countless knives and spears piercing into armor, and the roaring and cursing of soldiers before they died...

Break through the dark sky.

"Beat the drum!" Yang Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, and pressed his hand on the handle of the knife.

Boom, boom, boom...

The mighty sound of war drums made the night seem to be boiling.

There are shouts everywhere, and the sound of galloping horses everywhere.

"There is no movement in the enemy camp!" The scout shouted in front of the city gate with his whole body wet.

"Explore again!"

"Wei!" The scout left again in the rain and snow, and his figure disappeared into the darkness.

"Deng Ai is really calm?" Gong Feizhi said in a low voice.

"According to me, you guys just think too much, so what if it's a trap?" Liu Heng didn't fight, and he was very resentful.

Yang Zheng's face was sullen. Contrary to them, he was more and more sure that this was a trap.

It is true that Qiang Diyi fled from Cong, and it is also true that Qing Zhuang fled.

But this does not mean that Deng Ai is at the end of his rope.

Without these half-hearted people, its combat power has become stronger instead!
Others don't have this strength, but Deng Ai must have it.

This is a war madman, 1 people dare to sneak into Yinping, and attack Chengdu with a population of several 10, which is heavily defended!
After the initial outburst, all the sounds gradually weakened in the rain and snow.

As if slowly being swallowed by the night.

Yang Zheng didn't look to the west, but to the southeast, looking at the dark night sky in the south.

Time flows slowly between breaths.

The voice from the west is getting smaller and smaller.

Getting smaller and smaller……

Just when everyone on the city wall thought they had disappeared, suddenly, there seemed to be a thunderbolt hitting the enemy camp in the west.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

In the darkness, tide-like shouts pierced the pitch-black sky again.

"Report, the enemy army is ambushing everywhere, besieging and killing General Meng Guan's troops!" The scout's face was rainy and snowy, and there was a touch of bright red flowing in the rain and snow.

"General!" Gong Feizhi looked at Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng nodded.

Gong Feizhi roared, "Shoot the arrow!"

"Fire the arrows!" The voice continued to pass to the south wall.

Rockets pierced the southern night sky.

Magnificent and brilliant, but withered in the rain and snow in a blink of an eye.

It seems that the lives of many soldiers come and go in a hurry.

The first wave went out, and the second wave of fire feathers flew into the night sky, and three or two fell into the enemy camp.

Flickering like a guiding light...

The third wave, the fourth wave...

Something was ignited in the enemy camp, and a faint flame sprang up, flickering in the rain and snow.

In the south, the sound of hurried hooves crushed the dark night.

"kill!"

The [-] cavalrymen of the Xiaoqi Battalion had been dormant for a long time, and they rushed forward as if they had been ignited.

All sounds in the dark are amplified.

All fears are also magnified.

Deng Ai focused his energy on the west side and voluntarily fell into a double attack to attract Yang Zheng, Zhang Te, and Du Yu to attack.

But Yang Zheng didn't want the blood of his soldiers to be shed in his densely packed fortifications.

Deng Ai is not the only one of Sima's henchmen.

The same goes for Hu Guang and Hu Qi brothers in the south!
If the Hu family brothers are defeated, Deng Ai will really be under siege from all sides!

Since Deng Ai is calculating himself, why can't he calculate him?
The good guard hides under the nine places.

But those who are good at attacking move above the nine heavens, how can they stick to one grid?
After fighting too many battles, Yang Zheng's brain became active, and there will always be a day when he will be enlightened.

Avoiding the real and attacking the fictitious, the art of war is actually similar to the art of swordsmanship.

(End of this chapter)