From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

November 16th.

Under the leadership of Lord Li, a coalition force of eighty forts was formed, totaling 10,000 people, of which Li's private soldiers alone accounted for 30%.

To be precise, the eighty forts are just a fictitious number, but the Li family of Yanbao has been the emperor of the border for two hundred years.

A large number of young and strong laborers began to build dams to block the rushing river.

Due to the existence of the Beimang Spider Web, the news quickly reached Hong Xiangyang.

Almost at the same time, the giants on the Jibei battlefield made their moves.

King Nanyuan returned to the Little Kyoto and ordered Murong Baoding, the governor of Orange State, to personally lead the army south to provide support.

The Hongxiang Cavalry and the Rouran Cavalry are the two cornerstones of the Southern Court. They can be damaged but must not be destroyed. Moreover, Hong Xiangyang fell into his current situation for the sake of the King of the Southern Court.

On the other hand, the Ministry of War issued an urgent order, and 40,000 elite veterans of Yang Shenxing, the governor of Jizhou, crossed the river and headed north to block Hong Xiang's cavalry.

The pockets are tied up.

……

November 17th.

Hong Xiangyang commanded 5,000 vassal troops and 3,000 cavalry to attack the Bashibao defense line.

Because the Zhongwu Army blocked the river to store water, he was unable to mobilize all his troops at once and could only guess the psychological bottom line of the opposing commander when opening the dam to release the water.

But the 40,000 old soldiers from Ji'nan had already crossed the river, and continuing to stay where they were would be tantamount to waiting for death.

On the Yanbao Plain, five thousand people were divided into five groups to attack the defense line. After a stalemate for a morning, three thousand cavalrymen successfully broke through, but were blocked again by the Zhongwu Army cavalry.

In the center of the army, a middle-aged man with a resolute look listened to reports from the front line.

"The cavalry on the opposite side is composed of the direct lineage cavalry of the two Liao dynasties. It seems that Gu Jiantang holds a deep grudge against us for our actions in the past few years."

"General, give me another 2,000 men, and I will fight to the death to destroy the Zhongwu Army."

Said a kneeling captain.

"Two thousand vassal troops are meaningless. If they were cavalry, they would have let go. Jibei is full of yellow sand and mud. We will dismount and walk back. Everyone will get bitten along the way."

The middle-aged man Hong Xiangyang shook his head and refused.

In the central military tent, a young man in Taoist robes frowned in front of the sand table for a long time. Finally, he used his hand as a pen and drew a line on it.

"General Hong, the rushing river cannot reach south of this line."

"What's the use?" Deputy General Shi Wanjun said. He should have charged into the battle, but that Jiang Shenshe had killed two Vajra Realm warriors on the top of the city wall, so it was inevitable that he would be targeted if he went there.

Hong Xiangyang closed his eyes and said:

"There is always a way out. There should be a glimmer of hope in everything. We cannot storm Hengshui City. Even if we can break it, we can't go back to the country. We cannot retreat to Yinyao County. Half of the Beiliang Left Cavalry has disappeared from the map. Maybe they are ambushing. I don't want to bet on their soft-heartedness. We cannot advance to the south of Hengshui County. No matter how bad Yang Shenxing's reputation is, he is still a veteran general of the Spring and Autumn Period with 40,000 elite troops. He will not make a big mistake. So our chance of survival still lies in returning north."

"Damn it, General, is he going to let us go or not?" Shi Wanjun said angrily.

"The most threatening moment is when the arrow has not yet been shot. The opponent's archery skills may have reached perfection." said the young man in Taoist robes.

Hong Xiangyang was still in deep thought, and said, "An army with scattered forces will be in a dilemma. The structure of this 10,000-strong coalition army is loose, and it is still unclear whether they are willing to be led by the Zhongwu Army. They only have some decent combat power because of the righteousness and momentum of defending the fort. As long as the battlefield is changed, they will be as vulnerable as before. What we really need to pay attention to is this cavalry. Our chance lies in changing the offensive and defensive situation. As long as the Zhongwu Army dares to come out for a field battle, we will have won half the battle." The young man in Taoist robe nodded. The field combat strength of the Hongxiang Iron Cavalry is ranked first in the world. It once had an impressive record of exchanging one for one with the main field cavalry of Beiliang. Because of this, Wei Jingtang has been silent until now. If he dares to leave the city, the Hongxiang Iron Cavalry will take his head. It doesn't matter whether a general lives or not, but the price is that Hengshui County will suffer the same fate as the dilapidated Yinyao County.

"Let's turn around and attack Lanshui County fiercely." Hong Xiangyang ordered.

"General, we are getting farther and farther away from the territory." Shi Wanjun was stunned.

"The backbone officers of the Zhongwu Army are basically from Lanshui County. When the city was destroyed and people died, no matter how prestigious the sharpshooter was, he couldn't stand the anxiety of the son and father. Besides, the autumn rain season has passed, and Lanshui County is outside the limit of opening the dam and releasing water. The general's move is indeed the safest and most clever one." The young man in Taoist robes answered.

Shi Wanjun scratched his head.

In the afternoon, 20,000 vassal troops of the powerful families and 13,000 Hongxiang cavalry left their camp.

The troops marched southwards, heading straight for Lanshui County.

……

At the same time, in Lanshui County, the County Magistrate’s Office.

An old man sat on a recliner in the backyard, looking up at the sky.

He is seventy-two years old this year. He has been in charge of Jibei for twenty years. He has countless disciples and has accumulated a large amount of wealth.

Although he lived in the lower city of the county town, he was able to enjoy fine food and wine every day.

There were mountains of brocade fabrics piled up in the wardrobe boxes. They were all top-quality goods from the Jiangnan Road Textile Bureau. They were no more than tributes to the royal family.

The only three armored white-scaled war horses in the Fenwu Army's stables were also his.

As the former patriarch of the Pei family, one of the ten great families in the Spring and Autumn Period, Pei Lu never felt that there was anything wrong with enjoying himself and had to endure hardships. This was especially true since he began to take in some little beggars as disciples in his martial arts school during the winter.

A peregrine falcon swooped down from the sky.

Old man Pei smiled. He thought that the man was truly a unique talent. He could master anything with ease. The Pei family's Thousand Silk Hands was eventually passed down.

"When I was young, I was a playboy, and I loved luxury. I lived in a fine house, had beautiful maids, wore fine clothes, ate delicious food, rode a fine horse, lit bright lanterns, watched fireworks, stayed in opera gardens, kept antiques, kept flowers and birds, and drank tea and oranges. When I was fifty, my country was destroyed and my family was ruined. I lived in seclusion in the mountains. All I had left was a broken bed, broken tiles, and a few books. I wore plain clothes and ate vegetables, and often ran out of food. Looking back on the past twenty years, it really seems like a lifetime ago. All my glory has gone in the blink of an eye."

Old man Pei felt heartbroken when he thought about what he was going to do next.

"Jiang boy, I want to enjoy happiness for ten thousand years."

"Just drop your realm obediently." Jiang Yuan said, in the celestial realm, the resonance between heaven and earth can be triggered by the connection between heaven and man, it is far from causing mountains to collapse and the earth to crack, but like Xu Yanbing in the original world line, it is not difficult to have a heavy snow or rainstorm. Compared with one or two secret techniques, Old Man Pei, as a Qigong practitioner who cultivates and observes Qi, is a professional in this slightly supernatural thing, provided that a price is paid. After all, the other party is only at the level of Zhixuan now.

Sitting on the recliner, Old Man Pei seemed to have aged a dozen years in an instant.

His cultivation was leaking from all sides, and he fell from Zhixuan to Vajra, and from Vajra to the second level.

At the same time, in the northern part of Jizhou, a line of dark clouds gathered.

Old man Pei picked up a jar of fine wine and poured it into his mouth. If he couldn't enter the celestial phenomenon, he would not have many years to live.

"Five-colored horses, furs worth thousands of gold, Hu'er will go out to exchange for fine wine. I didn't expect that at this age, I still have the luxury of spending a fortune. If you lose the war, Jiang boy, don't blame yourself. The country is destroyed and the family is ruined. It's like a torrent of suffering. Today I am very happy."

(End of this chapter)