Three Kingdoms.

  Chapter 1620 Before and after the battle

  There is no impenetrable wall in the world. Just like Fei Qian's every move is related to the people in Guanzhong and North, some of Yuan Shao's actions are immediately reflected in Jizhou.

Ever since, the incident of military ration mildew, like a mold that is difficult to eradicate, began to take root, and then under the water of the tongue, it was like a mold spot in the corner of a wall in spring, expanding day by day, little by little. darken.

   But for Yuan Shao, he couldn't think about these things for the time being. Even if he thought about it, he didn't have time to pay attention to it. Now he is anxious to lead the troops and take advantage of Cao Cao's opportunity to return to the front line, trying to flatten Cao Jun's camp.

  In any era of cold weapons, attacking a heavily guarded camp or city is a crushing thing. Every charge means the consumption of flesh and blood, and it will not allow the attacker to breathe for a while until the opponent is tired or the long-range weapon is exhausted.

Every wave of Yuan Jun's soldiers who attacked was like a gangster in the counter-strike elite who swaggered into the middle gate of the opponent's base, and then saw the opponent's entire team squatting in a pit in amazement, facing countless arrows raining down. , even if you wear a shield and armor, you will inevitably have some negligence, or you will have bad luck when you roll the twenty-sided dice...

  The cold light of the weapon seems to hurt people's eyes, the blood everywhere is like a purple-black carpet, and the burning utensils evaporate flames and black smoke, covering the sky above the battlefield.

  The fierce battle between Yuan Jun and Cao Jun started in the morning and lasted until the afternoon.

  From the front of the camp, it has been extended to the flanks of the camp.

What Cao Cao laid out was Wuhua Camp, which was formed by relying on the terrain. The large camp of the central army had small battalions guarding the front, rear, left, and right sides. The soldiers and horses on the flanks were guarding so as not to be flanked by the soldiers of Cao Cao's two rear camps. Of course, the most important force was still in the camp of Cao Cao's central army. Well, if you can't attack, you have to let the left and right front battalions have no time to care about each other.

Arrows from both sides flew across the sky, pierced the armor, and pierced into the body. Cursing, crying, and shouting became one, and everyone on the front line seemed to be shouting, as if at this moment If you don't yell out, you won't have the chance to yell again.

The comrades who were encouraging each other and relying on each other at one moment fell down screaming with blood spurting at the next moment. Cao Jun on the wall of the village was shot by arrows from time to time, and fell like a sack filled with soil. Some of Yuan Jun's soldiers under the wall were injured by arrows, some were knocked down by rolling stones and trees, and some were even poured with boiling water and boiling oil. The skin of the bulging blood bubbles was like thin silk, and it would break apart with a slight scratch, like a skinned wild dog, rolling down in front of the blood-stained formation.

In Cao Jun's camp, some ignited hay fireballs were even propped up on long wooden poles, and they were thrown directly on Yuan Jun's array that was too late to avoid the dispersal. Burned flames, great or small, flames...

   Those who were stabbed and then died directly were considered lucky. Those soldiers who were injured in their hands, feet or other parts, or were burned by boiling oil, were waiting for a more painful and long death.

All kinds of wounds, some were even stabbed by the bone spurs broken from the flesh and blood of his comrades in arms. The flesh and blood almost covered the wall of the village with a layer of sticky mud, and it was difficult for people to grab it. skidding.

The battle unfolded on every inch of the wall. From time to time, some Yuan Jun climbed up the wall and stood up. However, these Yuan Jun's first troops were quickly cut to pieces by the swarming Cao Jun. The rest rushed off.

Fights like the Shura field, almost completely similar situations, were staged over and over again on the wall of the Cao Junying camp. If you look away from the distance, you can see that the two sides are like ants in some shapes, fighting for each other. Several nests were fighting, a long line of people rushed up, then fell down, surged up again, and then retreated again, every time they collided, blood splashed all over the sky.

  Whether it is a conspiracy or a conspiracy, at this moment, there is no specific effect. Everything has turned into the simplest consumption of human life. Whoever can't hold on is the loser. All the struggles and strategies that were originally under the table were aimed at reducing the strength of the opponent as much as possible before the battle, but when the real battle came, there was often only the most brutal power balance left.

Although it is said that Cao Jun occupies the camp and occupies a certain geographical advantage, under Yuan Shao's attack, Cao Jun's camp is like a reef that may be submerged at any time in the raging sea of ​​blood. One side had a huge advantage, but the momentum of Yuan Jun's rushing over made Cao Jun's soldiers terrified.

Cao Ren led the elite soldiers to withstand Yuan Jun's life-threatening attacks on the front line, and kept walking above the wall, either annihilating or repelling Yuan Jun who rushed up the wall. At the gate of the wall outside the village, Yuan Jun was carrying a huge log and was banging against the gate of the village. Even though the gate was blocked by a truck that had already piled up heavy stones and sand, the trembling sensation from the bottom of his feet from time to time still involved The heartstrings of all Cao Jun seemed to be torn off in the next moment.

  At such a moment, it is a huge test for the psychology of the soldiers on both sides.

Cowardice and fleeing, avoiding harm, are human instincts, but only when a person is in a group can he have crazy courage and ignore the harm of flesh and blood. Between waves of attack and defense, the willpower of soldiers It is the key point of the final victory.

   In this regard, Yuan Shao seems to have the upper hand. After all, Yuan Shao is on the front line in person, and Cao Cao is still on his way back.

Yuan Shao also knew that the news of his defeat was the belief Cao Jun insisted on, so he could not wait until Cao Cao returned with victorious vigor before attacking. Only when Cao Jun's camp is destroyed can it be offset, or even suppressed, the morale of Cao Jun's rising soldiers.

For Yuan Jun's attack, Cao Jun has of course prepared for a long time, and the resistance is naturally extremely tenacious. Whether it is boiling water, boiling oil, falling rocks and trees, or arrows and long spears, etc., he has a lot of reserves, so he also gave it at the first time. Yuan Jun suffered heavy injuries, no matter which direction Yuan Jun attacked from, he would be attacked from all directions. Even if the soldiers are well-equipped and well-trained, it is impossible to be completely immune to damage under such circumstances, so Yuan Jun's The damage suffered was also great.

However, with the passage of time, the number of casualties caused by Cao Jun's exhaustion is also constantly rising. On the front side of Cao Jun's camp, the wounded and dead who were carried down like flowing water lay in one place. The famous army doctor of traditional Chinese medicine was so busy that he shouted hoarsely from time to time: "Bring this over! It's hopeless! Hurry up! Next one!"

  The doctor of traditional Chinese medicine learned from Hussar General Fei Qian is like the last placebo in Cao Jun's mind. Of course, it is basically a matter of opinion as to how effective such a placebo is.

   At least better than nothing, right?

Cao Pi was protected by several guards not far from the treatment field, and his mind was in chaos. He didn't understand why his father let him come to such a tragic battlefield, and he didn't know why he couldn't stay here. The stable and safe Xu County is waiting for the final victory or defeat...

  Everything on the battlefield made Cao Pi startled, upset, and distracted. Everything on the battlefield strongly stimulated Cao Pi's nerves. After all, even though people in the Han Dynasty matured earlier, Cao Pi was still a half-grown child in his early teens. Seeing all this, he felt his eardrums buzzing, and his eyes were full of blood red, fishy, ​​and scorched. Stinky, all kinds of smells were stuffed into the mouth and nose together, as if there was a transparent grinning monster in the air, continuously pouring all the horrible sights and smells down into his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

  Cao Pi closed his eyes and turned his head away.

  If Cao Cao hadn't explained in advance, once Yuan Jun attacked, Cao Pi would have to stand here. Cao Pi would rather stay in the tent!

   "Open your eyes!" Dian Wei roared from the side, causing Cao Pi's eardrums and scalp to go numb, "Open your eyes and watch! This is Sikong's order!"

  My father's order?

  Cao Pi turned his head and looked at Dian Wei.

Dian Wei chuckled, his face full of flesh, but there was a little honesty, "That's right, before leaving, Sikong specifically instructed a certain...don't worry, my lord, but with a certain tone, no one will hurt you, my lord." !"

  Cao Pi forced a smile, nodded and said, "Thank you, Lieutenant Diandu..." Yes, you may be able to do it, but if the camp is really breached and Yuan Jun floods in like a tide, how long can you hold on? Will I die after you die?

  The battle is extremely cruel.

  Cao Pi tried his best to resist the desire to shrink his neck and turn his head. He straightened his back, sullenly, and looked ahead. Although his hands and feet could not help but tremble slightly, but from a distance, he still looked the same.

  Suddenly, Cao Pi somewhat understood the intention of his father Cao Cao.

  Cao Ang died, and his death was unclear. Although the funeral has not yet happened, this matter can be hidden from the common people in Xu County, but not from these higher-level people. Naturally, Cao Pi also knows.

  After Cao Ang's death, Cao Pi is considered old...

  The responsibility that originally belonged to Cao Ang fell on Cao Pi. He stands here, just like Cao Ang represented Cao Cao back then, standing on the front line of the battlefield, telling all the soldiers of the Cao family to stand in the same robes and fight with Zi!

   But, father, I'm afraid...

  Brother, I'm really, really scared...

  ...Here is the emotionless dividing line...

   On the contrary, Yuan Shang, who was in Yuan Jun's camp, stayed away from these **** scenes, and even felt a little leisurely and at ease.

  A bronze censer was placed in the corner of the tent, and some sandalwood was lit in the censer, and slowly steamed along the patterns and gaps between the Xuanwu statues on the top of the incense burner, as if Xuanwu was about to ride the clouds and ride the fog.

   "I'm thirsty..." Yuan Shang put down the letter in his hand, and asked lightly, "Is there any honey water?"

   "Report to my lord, no... no more..." The attendant replied with some hesitation.

  Yuan Shang let out an "oh" and immediately realized, "Why is it gone? Didn't you still have half a jar of honey yesterday? Why is it gone today?"

  The attendant reported: "My lord doesn't know something... The lord ordered to mobilize the supplies in the camp to supply the soldiers who will fight today. So honey, it will be..."

   "That's it..." Yuan Shang was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "That's right, the frontline soldiers worked hard, it should be, it should be..."

  The attendant hesitated for a moment, then said: "My lord, if you want it, do you want me to go to the back camp and look for some... Maybe there are still some..."

  Yuan Shao frowned, tilted his head, thought again and again, finally swallowed a mouthful of saliva, shook his head and said: "Forget it, it doesn't need to be so troublesome... just boil some hot soup..."

   The attendant agreed, and then retreated to boil the water.

Yuan Shang picked up the slip of paper again, and flipped through a few chapters. He felt restless and couldn't sit still, so he stood up, got out of the big tent, looked around, saw Diao Dou towering, and wanted to climb up. Let’s go up, but the railings and steps of this Diaodou are all made of rough wood, the bark and branches have not been cleaned, let alone the wood thorns, Yuan Shang hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and called the guards beside him: " Go up and have a look, see how the battle is going?"

There are more than ten miles between Yuan Jun and Cao Jun's camps. Although the weather is good today, with no strong wind, no rain, and clear and dry, it is difficult to see the specific situation more than ten miles away with the naked eye, even if it is a tricky battle. , so not long after the guards went up, they came down and said: "Return to your son, it seems that they are still fighting..."

   "It's almost been a day..." Yuan Shang couldn't help but said, "Haven't you beaten yet?"

  The guard was too embarrassed to answer.

   "This Cao Jun camp is so difficult to attack?" Yuan Shang frowned and said.

   "Returning to my son, this is also a common thing...The camp is relatively short. If it is to attack a city, it will be surrounded for several months, half a year, or a year..."

  Yuan Shang nodded, "Well, I always thought that the words in the book of war were exaggerated, but now it seems to be true...By the way, does the general have a word about when he will withdraw his troops?"

The guard said: "I just saw that the rear battalion sent out dried meat and warming things... I guess we will attack all night..." Attacking the camp itself is a disadvantage for the attacker, so how can it be possible to retreat easily and let the opponent relieve their fatigue? ? So attacking overnight has become a means.

"..." Yuan Shang thought for a while, "Come here, bring a certain fox fur cloak and send it to the front for the general! Although it is warm in spring, it is still cold at night. In addition, burn some **** soup and bring it with you." go…"

   "The son is so pure and filial, the lord will be happy to know it!" The guard bowed his hands and praised.

  Yuan Shang waved his hand and said: "This is just a small effort... the general is the real hard worker..."

The sky was getting dark gradually, Yuan Shang turned around again near his tent, then used up his latex, read the letter for a while, put his palms together and bowed to the ground silently, and after saying some words of blessing to his father Yuan Shao, he climbed to the ground. I got on the bed and went to sleep with peace of mind...

  (end of this chapter)