"It's just a plan to get tired? I don't believe it."

In the big tent, Zhang Xian sat down again, looked at the faint smile on the other party's mouth, and suddenly said, "I'm afraid there will be preparations for the camp behind him. When he came here, Niu Gao and Gao Chong were not seen, so he must have sent him there long ago?"

Yue Fei took the candlestick and shone it on the map. Under the fire, he bet on the Zezhou sign. The Jin army camp drew a few arrows, "I will fight once, and the army will come from afar. We will definitely have to rest for a day. We cannot give him a chance."

"But... Zhan Han is the Grand Marshal of the Jin Kingdom, a general on the battlefield. The other party also understands this principle. It's okay to have a tired army plan, but the other party will definitely be prepared for the attack on the camp at night..." Zhang Xian said his concern, but it was too late to say it at this time. "Pengju, you have always been calm. Will you be a little sloppy this time?"

The figure in front of the map looked serious and looked back at Zhang Xian, nodded, moved his feet, and said slowly: "Just as you said, the other party is the Grand Marshal of the Jin Kingdom. More or less he will despise young generals like me. Isn't this better? Between the truth and the truth, let him suffer a loss."

"Between the virtual and the real?" Zhang Xian whispered the meaning of these four words.

...

On the Hezui Ridge, two assembled god wind cannons pushed over, and Yousen's muzzle pointed at the camp below, quietly waiting for Yang Zaixing, who was staring at the wilderness next to him.

"Wait a little longer... haven't fallen asleep yet." He sat cross-legged on the stone with a gun, serious and serious.

...

In the Jurchen camp, most of the soldiers had already fallen asleep, and others would not rest because of fatigue from afar. Many machinery, weapons and even feeding horses needed to be used on the battlefield tomorrow need to be prepared one by one. Even if most soldiers in Dazhai slept in the tents for several miles, the busy figures in the village could still be seen everywhere.

As the night goes deeper, the sky is dark without stars.

The noisy military camp began to silence, and only the soldiers snuggled by the bonfire chatted one after another. Jin general Yelu Chong and Wanyan Jinzhe patrol each other in the camp. After an hour, they got together and started chatting casually.

"The handsome man went to bed?"

"Yes." Jinbang nodded with his eyebrows.

"Today's account discussion, can the prince see that the fourth prince has gradually gained the support of other generals?" Yelu Chong deliberately or unintentionally led out: "Prince Wushu followed the sect's hope in his early years, and now there is a vague trend of replacing it... It will inevitably be my great gold blessing in the future."

"Hmph." Wanyan Jinzi snorted dullly, "Zong Wang's power was fought from the battlefield by real guns and swords. Could it be that he relied on the shade of his predecessors? After this war, the generals will naturally see who is the most brave general of the Jin Kingdom."

Yelu smiled heavily: "It's Mo Jiang's words too much..." Then, his smile did not diminish. He raised his eyes slightly stiffly and turned in one direction.

I heard something faintly.

…

On the mountain, a dead leaf fell from the branches on the head of the sitting figure. Yang Zaixing opened his eyes and looked at the two cannons.

“It’s time to start.”

The gunner, who had already filled up, was excited to calibrate the angle, and a torch was lit on the mountain. At the same time, Yelu Chong in the camp was talking, and his intuition made him look at the mountains in the dark.

“There is a light?”

"Um?"

Wanyan Jin marble followed his gaze, and then... a loud bang exploded in the mountains. The moment a ball of flame flashed, it seemed that something fell from the sky above.

The black shadows vaguely fell close to the front camp. Before they could react, huge flames rose up with a loud bang. The earth under their feet shook, and they saw a tent flying in the night sky and two incomplete corpses.

"Enemy attack"

Someone in the camp shouted and ran around, and the soldiers who were sending the order blew the horns. In just a short moment, a large number of Jurchen soldiers hurriedly wore leather armor and ran out of the tent to start arranging formation. Wanyan Jinzang led Yelu Chong to gather the soldiers to guard the camp. The archer raised the bow and rolled the strings to the whistle. His head was a little confused, and his ears were also buzzing because of the loud noise just now.

There were soldiers running around. When he saw the well-dressed Wanyan Wushu coming over with his adoptive father Zhanhan, the old man waved his hand and told him not to speak.

"I have read some military books from the Southern people. I only heard the sound of cannons and did not see the soldiers. This is a trick for exhaustion. Don't panic. Let the men wear armor and go back to the camp to rest. If there is another sound of cannons, they will come out again."

Wanyan Wushu didn't care, and waved to one of his deputy generals with great enthusiasm: "Soda led people to surround that mountain."

The old man just glanced at the young general who gave the order, and without saying a word, turned around and left with his hands behind his back. Wanyan Jinbianzi and Yelu Chong looked at each other and followed him quickly.

"Father, Wu Shu was a little too much just now."

The old man stopped and opened his lips tightly: "The war is imminent, and the army cannot fight within. I will give in one step, but the people he sent out will definitely not be able to come back."

After a pause, Zhan Han turned around and looked at the two of them and ordered: "Since this enemy has used the strategy of exhausted soldiers, there will definitely be an attack camp in the future. You go down and prepare. After two gunfires, you pretend to go to bed and ignore it. The southerners will definitely come."

Wanyan Jinzi was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly went down to prepare.

...

As the wind passed by the grass, the thousand cavalrymen crossed the river and turned into the forest. Fire and loud noises came from the camp in the distance. Their goal was to feel the lonely mountain as soon as possible, surrounding the insidious southerners on it.

Thousands of people sank into the woods, and rows of torches shone, the quiet forest felt a terrifying feeling.

"Well!"

The general named Soda stopped horses and the cavalry slowed down behind him. He looked around and there was a sound of birds flapping their wings in the forest leaving the nest.

A knight held a torch and shone towards the grass over there, and his face flashed in the fire, which scared him to scream, but the bowstrings connected into a trembling sound.

Whoosh swish swish swish swish swish swish...

An arrow penetrated the knight's neck and fell down. Among the arrows and locusts, more Jurchen soldiers fell off the horse's back. Soda roared and asked his subordinates to turn their heads and retreat. The running horse's hooves tripped by the tight straight rope on the ground the next second, and the knights were dropped one by one.

The grass in the forest rushed out silently, and raised the spear in his hand to nail the Jurchen soldiers who wanted to get up. Soda rolled on the ground, avoiding a spear, and when he flipped it up, his vision shook, and a tiger-headed spear dilated in his pupils.

The firelight dragged the shadow that was stabbed to death by the spear and struggled for a few times before stopping.

"Tug the horse down and drag the body into the grass." Gao Chong chopped off the dead Jin General's head with a knife, ordered him to retreat back into the darkness.

At this time, after the second round of gunfire, Yang Zaixing saw that there was no more panic in the camp, so he turned around and went down to the mountains. He lit a red lantern behind him and raised it and swayed it twice, then extinguished it.

As the figure peeked at the Jurchen camp, Niu Gao turned over the horse, pulled out his maces and swung it in the air. The horse's hooves wrapped in cotton stepped out gently, and cavalrymen walked out silently from the darkness in front, back, left and right.

"The signal has arrived."

Niu Gao said, the speed of the war horses under his seat began to accelerate. The cavalry surrounding them set up spears, and countless horse hooves flew over in a dull and silent manner, and charged towards the village gate on the side.

"kill"

Boom rumbling, the horse's hooves shook the earth. Several cavalrymen in the front row roared and directly hit the village gate with their flesh and blood. It was like a violent wave struck a reef. A loud bang was heard. Several cavalrymen in the front row were surging their horses. The hot blood and the whine of war horses scattered on the ground with the broken and collapsed village gate.

An injured Wu Chao cavalry got up, held an iron spear and shouted into the Jurchen camp. More cavalrymen from the rear were crushed and charged from behind him.

"Kill all the Jurchens"
Chapter completed!