Chapter 1188: Bloody Battle in Hengshan (Seven) (2)

After a little rectification at the foot of the mountain, he withdrew to Hengshan Village.

Chi Fenggu and Prince Gan ran two chariots in parallel.

Although he did not capture the Song camp in one fell swoop, Chi Fenggu had a slightly mocking look in his eyes and asked Wang Zigan, "Junior brother, who did we break the camp first?"

Prince Gan actually chuckled, "It's your camp that was first broken under your command, brother."

Chi Fenggu laughed dryly, "Then our bet, but my senior brother won?"

Prince Gan bowed, "Senior brother is so powerful, I admire him!"

This made Chi Fenggu slightly stunned.

He never thought that Prince Gan would be so willing to admit defeat. This really doesn't look like Prince Gan's personality.

And he was already preparing some words in his belly that were disgusting the prince, but now he can't say it anymore.

The feeling of joy seems not as strong as imagined.

Chi Fenggu, who was a little unwilling to accept it, could only say, "The way of military strategists is endless. Junior brother, you and I still need to work hard and improve..."

The prince chuckled lightly, not saying anything, as if he had not understood the sarcasm in Chi Fenggu's language.

Then both of them remained silent.

Chi Fenggu frowned slightly.

He seemed proud, but in fact, this battle was obviously far from meeting his expectations.

If you say it is a victory, it is a gild on your face.

How much has he and Wang Zigan lost their troops?

How much has the Song army lost?

After the attack throughout the afternoon, the losses of the soldiers in their army were probably far greater than the overall number of the Song army.

Can such a victory be considered a victory?

However, Prince Gan was stunned with a slightly plain smile on his face, not knowing what he was thinking about at this moment.

The sunset is about to set to the top of the mountain.

The Dali army is moving further and further.

Although the hillside camp was still filled with the strong smell of gunpowder smoke and blood, there was a faint fragrance rising from it at this time.

Liu Hongyi issued an order to let the soldiers eat horse meat.

He doesn't care so much.

Under the influence of Zhao Dongting, the Song army did not pay as much attention to war horses as the Yuan Dynasty and Dali. Otherwise, Liu Hongyi and others would not have used the method of tying thunder from the horse formation.

There were only a few thousand horses in the army, and those two horse formations were almost exhausted.

Of course, the results are also significant.

There are no known many soldiers who died between the horse formations of Dali Army.

The water in the pot is boiling and bubbling. Ingredients such as dried chili are churning in the pot.

This made the horse broth not lightly milky white, with oil stains and red peppers. It also made the soldiers' appetites bloom.

It’s just that some soldiers feasted, while others were reluctant to swallow.

This meal is most likely their farewell meal.

After eating this horse meat, it is still unknown whether we can still see the dawn of tomorrow.

There are already too many old faces and too many robes that have failed in the battlefield.

Liu Hongyi, Zhu Haiwang and others were not staying in the tent, but were outside, gathering next to the iron pot raised with a wooden rack, eating horse meat and talking.

No one counted how many robes had been killed, but in their hearts, they had to know more about how long they could hold on to it.

Zhu Haiwang was so hot that he was so hot that he was so hot that he even burst into tears, and he said, "Ship Liu, the Dali Army will attack the camp tonight. And they only need to dispatch more than 20,000 elite soldiers, plus those good soldiers in the army, we are afraid... it will be difficult to defend tonight."

Everyone's faces were a little solemn.

Liu Hongyi didn't speak.

Zhu Haiwang said again: "Ship Liu, please give us a clear idea. When will the reinforcements arrive as soon as possible?"

Liu Hongyi shook his head and sighed, "It's not that I don't want to say it, but I really don't know... Maybe... I will arrive tomorrow morning? Who knows?"

Hong Wutian looked surprised when he heard this, "Will you arrive tomorrow morning? Didn't you say it would take two days?"

"You!"

Mrs. Xu patted his hands, "Don't think about it. If Liu Fufu Envoy didn't say it for two days, would the soldiers be so determined?"

Hong Wutian was slightly stunned.

Liu Hongyi sighed again and said, "It's just a vanguard. I dare not assert whether it can arrive tomorrow morning. The army is afraid it will take two days to arrive."

Hong Wutian looked around, "I just feel sorry for these soldiers who sacrificed their lives..."

Everyone was slightly silent.

Then Liu Hongyi suddenly pointed to Hengshanzhai and said, "As long as we can defeat these two Dali bandits, even if we sacrificed our lives here, we will die."

"The wind is whistling and the Yishui is cold. Once the hero leaves, he will never return..."

As if infected by Liu Hongyi's momentum, Zhu Hecong suddenly recited the poem loudly and then whispered: "It's a pity that there is no wine in the army, otherwise he would have to drink three cups at this moment!"

He blinked his eyes and raised the porcelain bowl in his hand and said loudly: "Why use this hot soup to make wine? Seniors, I, Zhu Hecong, are the first to do it!"

A mouthful of heat flow rolled into the belly.

[520    ] Zhu Hecong's eyes were so burned that he was crying, but he laughed loudly.

Liu Hongyi, Hong Wutian, Ran Anguo and others all raised their bowls, "Do it!"

Everyone laughed.

This loud laughter made the soldiers around him look at him. However, I don’t know why they laughed.

Night falls.

The soldiers of the Song Dynasty did not return to their tents to rest, but lay in the trenches.

The barracks fell into silence, with only a few hundred scouts wandering and waiting.

It's just that some whistlemen wandered very far.

The Dali military torches spread and returned to Hengshan Village. Then the generals of various troops led their soldiers to the military camp one after another.

Wang Ziqian held a banquet in the military camp lobby to entertain Chi Fenggu and others.

Several generals of the Imperial Army, as well as generals from various departments and the chief and deputy generals of the military commanders and deputy generals of the prefectures and towns, were as many as dozens of people.

But there was no drinking and chatting during the meal, so it was not very lively.

In the past, the tribes of Dali were not united, and it was common to fight openly and secretly. It was already good that these generals did not sarcastically sarcastically.

Although Wang Ziqian and Chi Fenggu were both sitting in the main seat of the head, the seats were close to each other, they did not say much.

After only about ten minutes, Chi Fenggu put down the bowls and chopsticks and said to Wang Ziqian: "Junior brother, the Song army is tired. When will we go to take over Song camp tonight?"

He obviously made up his mind to attack the camp at night.

After all, in this Hengshan Village, he and Wang Ziqian wanted many soldiers to guard the city before, but they were still full of energy.

The probability of taking down the Song camp with such an army is extremely high.

Then, Wang Ziqian shook his head unexpectedly and said, "Senior brother, in my opinion, it would be better to attack the camp tonight than to launch a large army tomorrow morning to kill the Song camp."
Chapter completed!