"Fire the ringing arrow, fire the ringing arrow!"
Seeing the impending commotion in the military formation, Yang Feng roared, snatched the bow and arrow from one of Niu Fu's guards, and fired a ringing arrow into the sky.
Although each personal guard does not have the function of a scout, under normal circumstances, he will carry one or two sounding arrows.
In special circumstances, it is used to summon troops to gather with the general.
But at this time, before the military formation was about to riot, the sounding arrow became a tool to attract the attention of the own army.
Thousands of people are about to riot, and if it is not successfully stopped at the early stage, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Although Yang Feng, a captain who came from the regular army, was still lacking in military battles and decisive battles, he seemed to be very talented in controlling special disturbances.
Niu Fu has been in the war for many years, and although he has a hot temper, he still understands the importance of matters on the battlefield.
The situation was critical at this time, and he did not bother to kill the defeated soldiers who had returned from the rout.
He shouted at the top of his lungs: "You must not let the arrows fire to cause chaos in your army."
Niu Fu brought about two thousand personal guards with him on this expedition.
After a loud arrow shot into the sky, the guards around Niu Fu heard the order again and hurriedly set up their bows and shot.
For a time, countless sounding arrows resounded through the night sky, and all the rioting soldiers were awakened by the sharp sounding arrows.
He stared blankly in the direction of Niu Fu's banner, feeling at a loss.
"General, let your subordinates retreat."
Yang Feng had already risked his life this time.
He was no longer able to control what would happen to him in the future.
So he simply said with a heart: "My subordinates came to the city earlier and saw that the thieves at Qin Pass had high noses and sunken eyes.
They were obviously not from the Middle Kingdom.
In addition to the many foreigners under Ma Chao, the Han princes also Which bandit can recruit such hard-blooded warriors who know military formations and combine attacks?"
"Yang Feng, as a general, how can you not know that spreading rumors to cause trouble and disrupt the morale of the army is a taboo in the army?"
Niu Fu was worried, but he didn't want to lose face, so he deliberately preempted others and shouted.
"General, even if your subordinates have made a mistake in their inference.
This siege equipment has been destroyed long ago, and you still don't pay the money.
Then why do you let the brothers stay under the Qin Pass?"
Yang Feng shouted in grief and anger, with tears streaming down his face.
At this time, Yang Feng's subordinates.
One after another began to take the initiative to gather behind Yang Feng.
Niu Fu felt cowardly and deliberately let Yang Feng's soldiers stay under Qin Pass.
Just to use human lives and consume Qin Guan's arrows, boiling oil and other defensive items.
Such words can be said at this time.
Yang Feng's men are already deeply resentful of him.
If someone points this out at this time, I am afraid that the troops who have just been calmed down will rebel again.
Even so, in this silent silence.
Yang Feng's men had completely gathered behind Yang Feng, forming two distinct sides with Niu Fu's two thousand personal guards and five hundred law enforcement teams.
The fifteen thousand people stared at Niu Fu with a hateful, beast-like gaze.
This kind of pressure made Niu Fu feel unnaturally cowardly: "I was just behind the battle and didn't see the situation clearly.
Seeing that my army was retreating without a fight, I naturally led the law enforcement team to come and clean up military discipline.
Since the siege equipment had been destroyed.
The army will rest for two days, and after building the equipment, they can attack the city again."
After saying that, Niu Fu led his men and retreated.
And there was no cheer from the Xiliang army that won this time.
Because they know that they are still destined to die.
As for Yang Feng, he was even more disheartened at this time.
He knew that tonight he had completely broken up with Niu Fu.
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Winning or losing this battle has no meaning.
After returning to Chang'an, he knew that Niu Fu would put all the blame on himself, allowing Dong Zhuo to make his life worse than death.
So, Yang Feng also silently returned to the big tent.
He wanted to think about how he should choose in the future.
"Military advisor, the enemy was in internal strife just now, why didn't we attack with all our strength?"
Liao Hua asked above the Qin Pass.
Fazheng looked back at Liao Hua, as if he was deeply surprised that Liao Hua, a thief, could see this.
But then, he sighed and said: "Although Yang Feng is a mediocre general, the advantage is that he can still fulfill the minimum responsibility of a general.
This prevented the riots in the Niu Fu Army from completely getting out of control.
If we attack now, then The enemy troops under the city became mourning soldiers."
"Ai Bing" Zhou Cang didn't quite understand this and asked.
"Yes, the mourning soldiers will win.
Just like you guarding the Qin Pass, the desperate soldiers will kill the enemy at all costs.
This kind of momentum is unstoppable.
Those who know military skills since ancient times will never be enemies of the mourning soldiers.
"Slowly walking down the city, Fazheng suddenly smiled and turned back to continue: "It seems that after you return to Fufeng County, you will directly enter the military training center for further study.
Maybe I will find a treasure this time."
"Treasure" Zhou Cang had a dark face, pointed at himself, and asked with some suspicion: "The military counselor said that the two of us are treasures."
Liao Hua smiled bitterly and replied: "It seems so."
After that, the flames under the Qin Pass gradually extinguished, and the fighting between the two armies seemed to have a brief pause during the night.
Only a few scattered flames were beating weakly, like will-o'-the-wisps, one by one, illuminating the dead faces and broken limbs of the soldiers under Qinguan City.
The broken knives and spears reflected the shimmering light, and the gray-yellow city walls were mottled by smoke, fire, and blood-spattered fighting.
As the flames extinguished one by one, everything faded into darkness.
In Niu Fujun's military tent, the oil lamps and torches also began to gradually go out.
Only those poor civilians were ordered to come out to carry the corpses of the soldiers at this time.
Through the darkness in front of them, they seemed to be able to see the huge outline of the city wall, as well as the corpses covering the ground like fallen leaves above and below the city: this seemed to be a big project, and I'm afraid it would be impossible to finish all these corpses before dawn.
What's more, there are those unlucky guys who are half dead, and they have to be carried back to the injury tent.
At this time, the wounded seemed to know that they were temporarily safe.
Some were dragging their disabled legs, and some were dragging their unconscious but not dead companions, like ghosts who pity the homeless.
In the middle of the night, with gossamer moans and boundless pain, I crawled back to the darkened military tent.
However, among the dozens of lucky and unlucky wounded, there seemed to be five or six unfamiliar faces.
However, these people's faces were covered with blood and they were in so much pain that they did not cause any patrol team to come for questioning: after the war, there were many such guys every time.
These patrols have long been used to strange things.
Not to mention a compassionate attitude, letting these unlucky guys return to the injury camp as soon as possible is the greatest mercy.
At this time, Fazheng inside Qin Guan was holding a piece of Fufeng paper and sighing with a helpless smile: "My lord, you are really becoming more and more heroic in temperament and skill.
Zheng is still behind you." , It’s better to be a strategist with peace of mind.”
The candlelight danced, and Fazheng Youyou placed the piece of paper on top of the candlelight.
I saw the dancing candlelight gradually swallowing up the writing on it: In the Shadow Camp, the five most powerful and cunning people have sneaked into the enemy camp.
At midnight tonight, Xiao Nao showed off his skills and wiped out all the enemy troops.
Also, if no one else knows about accepting bandits as personal guards, then it is my decision.
If anyone else knows about it, you will be punished with one month's salary, and the position of the county's principal Bo will also be ruined: