Sign in to Liaozhai, forge the destiny of the gods and demons, Chapter 110: The white-robed night is deep, and the scorching wind has arrived.

In the tent, Zhang Sizong, who was fifty years old, was lying on his bed looking at the map of Yuzhou.

Ten years ago, it was the 150,000-strong army led by him that captured Jingzhou.

In other words, as soon as he led his troops to Xiangyang City, Daqian's soldiers who were responsible for guarding Xiangyang City abandoned the city and fled.

Later, Daqian ceded Jingzhou in exchange for the peace of Yangzhou and Yuzhou.

As soon as this incident came out, the Daxun court no longer took Daqian seriously.

Especially him.

Six months ago, the Xun Dynasty received news that Emperor Qian was critically ill and ordered him to plunder Yangzhou. As a result, the 10,000 cavalry led by him encountered 8,000 cavalry from Da Qian as soon as they entered Yangzhou.

The two sides fought hard for three months, but his side suffered heavy losses.

It can even be said that in his thirty years in the army, he has never experienced such a defeat!

In the battle between ten thousand cavalry and eight thousand cavalry in March, only two thousand of the ten thousand cavalry under his command survived, and eight thousand were lost!

Of Daqian's eight thousand cavalry, five thousand were lost and three thousand survived.

This incident made Zhang Sizong so angry that he couldn't sleep for several days and nights.

Even thinking about it now, he gritted his teeth.

"White horse obeys!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

A few days ago, after he learned that Baima Yicong had gone deep into Yuzhou and gathered 600,000 people, he ordered his troops and generals to be stationed here in advance.

Luzhou Prefecture is different from other places. Although this place belongs to Yangzhou, it is not far from Jingzhou. The most important thing is that there is Chao Lake covering an area of ​​750,000 acres.

He only needs to guard the Jianghuai hills to trap Baima Yicong and 600,000 people to death in Yuzhou.

This time, he not only wants to avenge his previous humiliation, but also wants Da Gan to cede Yuzhou!

If Da Gan does not agree, he will massacre all the 600,000 people!

At this time, his fingers slowly moved across the map, and finally he clicked and sneered: "The 200,000 troops led by Bowang have entered from the rear of Yuzhou. In two days, those people in Daqian will be hungry. If we don’t get up, our army and Bowang’s 200,000 troops set off at the same time, and we can capture Yuzhou as well!”

"At that time, Jingzhou and Yuzhou, which are the gateways of Daqian, will both belong to our dynasty, and the land of Yangzhou will be under our control!"

Thinking of this, he slapped the table and laughed.

At the same time, in the camp.

Two soldiers on duty sat in front of a fire, roasting some fish caught from Chao Lake.

After seeing the fish skin turn brown and the steam coming out, one of the people was about to get up and greet the people on duty elsewhere nearby.

However, when he raised his head, he suddenly saw a young man with a stern face and a white robe standing behind the soldier squatting at the other end of the fire, facing him.

His eyes suddenly widened, and just as he was about to speak a warning, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and covered his mouth.

The next moment, there was a crisp sound of "Kacha", and his throat bone was directly cut off.

As the hand was taken away from his mouth, his body immediately fell backward, and he was supported by someone to slowly lie down on the ground.

"Ho ho ho ho~"

His fingers dug deeply into the soil, his eyes widened, and he made a low sound.

Immediately, the hem of a white silk robe brushed across his face.

Beside his body, two young men from the white robe army looked at each other and rushed to other places.

Their cultivations are all at the third level of martial arts, and with their ability it is easy to deal with a group of people who have drunk and slept to death.

Chen Qingzhi himself does not understand martial arts, because his strongest point is strategy.

So he has been riding a white horse and waiting quietly outside the camp.

About half an hour later, a young man in white robes ran out of the camp, came to the white horse and clasped his fists, saying: "General, all the 1,200 people on duty in the camp have their necks broken by their brothers.

, and another five thousand people were kidnapped."

Chen Qingzhi nodded slightly and asked: "Have you found the general's tent?"

The young man nodded slowly and said: "A dozen brothers have already gathered outside the tent. They will rush in just waiting for the general's order."

Chen Qingzhi glanced at the camp in front and said calmly: "It is easy to kill all these 150,000 people, but Jinling City is about to be rebuilt and there is a shortage of coolies. If you want to capture them all, you have to put some effort into it."

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"Let two thousand brothers surround the camp, each holding two torches. When the camp catches fire, let them shout in unison."

"Order another thousand people to put on the enemy's armor and stomach and blend in with the enemy."

"After the fire breaks out in the camp, let them persuade the remaining people to surrender."

"Choose one thousand people from the five thousand people who were tied up, give them knives, and let them kill the remaining four thousand people."

"After they finish killing those people, tell them that after the fire broke out in the camp, they will be rewarded with two strings of silver for each person they persuade to surrender."

After hearing this, the young man bowed and accepted the order, turned around and returned to the camp.

After another half an hour, the young man came out of the camp again, bowed and said: "General, everything is ready."

Chen Qingzhi nodded and said coldly: "Cut out the enemy general's tongue, break his hands and legs, tie two sticks behind him, and stand outside the camp!"

"Light two torches next to you, so that people can see him at a glance!"

"Yes!"

The young man clasped his fists and accepted the order, turned around and returned to the camp.

At the same time, Zhang Sizong suddenly felt an inexplicable panic in the general's tent.

He reached out to cover his heart, only to find that his hands were trembling slightly.

He clenched his fists hard and frowned: "Why do you feel so flustered all of a sudden?"

After he finished speaking, he said coldly: "Here comes someone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared outside the tent, a black shadow bowing and clasping his fists.

"General."

Zhang Sizong frowned and asked: "Is there any movement in the camp?"

The man outside the tent replied: "Except for the snoring of the brothers, there is no other sound."

Zhang Sizong was about to nod lightly, but suddenly felt that the voice of the person who answered was a little strange, and subconsciously asked: "What is your name?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the tent was suddenly opened by a knife, and at the same time, more than a dozen young men in white robes rushed in.

Zhang Sizong's face changed drastically when he saw this, and he quickly drew his sword from his waist.

"White horse Yi Cong?!"

After he gritted his teeth and uttered a word, he immediately struck the young men in white robes with a knife.

But what shocked him was that the cultivation level of any of these people was not weaker than his.

"A dozen or so products?"

"Could it be that the Imperial Guards are here?"

As soon as this thought came up, his face suddenly darkened.

"No, it's because my strength has become weaker!"

"Have they already blended into our army?"

When he thought of this, while holding up a dozen long knives with one hand, he quickly took out three poison darts from his back waist with his other hand and flicked them violently.

"The Rebirth of Financial Giants"

A dozen white-robed young men saw this and were about to evade, but they were shocked to find that the moment the poison dart hit them, they bounced off and fell to the ground.

Zhang Sizong's heart sank when he saw this.

"They actually wore underwear?"

Just thinking about a dozen martial arts masters wearing inner armor gave him chills in his heart.

He immediately took a step back and slashed the tent with his knife, then got out.

However, when he got out of the tent, he found that there were twenty people in white robes waiting outside his tent.

Not far away, a dense group of people were replacing the armor and stomach of the Xun Dynasty army in front of him.

Zhang Sizong's eyes suddenly widened.

The next moment, the people chasing him from the tent pressed him directly to the ground from behind.

One of them took the opportunity and stabbed his mouth several times with a dagger, cutting his tongue into several pieces.

Zhang Sizong's painful eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. He struggled desperately, but at this time, someone directly broke his limbs with the back of a knife.

Immediately afterwards, he was tied to two sticks and carried out of the camp.
To be continued...