Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

During this period of time, the entire Xingqing Mansion was in a state of panic. All tea shops in the city were discussing one thing: Tubo invaded and Xiping fell.

Tubo and Xixia have a long-standing feud. The father and ancestors of Li Yuanhao, the founding king of Xixia, died directly or indirectly at the hands of Tubo. After Li Yuanhao succeeded to the throne, he used thunderous means to seize large tracts of land from Tubo and killed tens of thousands of Tubo people. To say the two It is impossible to exaggerate the hatred between the two countries. It's just that because Tubo's national power has become weaker and weaker in recent years, it rarely takes the initiative to attack Xixia.

However, in less than a month, another news that shocked the Xixia government and the public came from the border fortress: The Song Dynasty sent troops, starting from Yanzhou and Qingzhou. The troops were divided into two groups to attack the border military states of Xixia. Launched a large-scale attack.

Since Xixia's initiative to attack the Song Dynasty failed last year, although it can't be said to be seriously injured, it has suffered a lot of losses. Now that the envoys of the Song and Xia countries were still discussing matters related to the war, the Song Dynasty launched a brazen attack, catching Xixia by surprise.

Moreover, this time the Song Dynasty learned from the experience of its defeat ten years ago. Although its military strength was far less powerful than the -strong army that defeated the Song Dynasty in five routes, it fought extremely steadily and cautiously. Everywhere they go, they must set up a stronghold, fight steadily, and slowly advance to wait for subsequent military reinforcements.

The Xixia army has been fighting against the Song Dynasty for so many years. The Song army has long been extremely familiar with the Xia army's unchanging tactics. In addition, the national power of the Song Dynasty is far superior to that of the Xixia army. After adopting the correct strategy, the Song army is like a group of people who have found a way to fight. The leader's pack of wolves, working with Tubo to the east and west, supported each other from a distance and gradually encroached on the border states and counties of Xixia.

In desperation, Emperor Xia had to urgently recruit all the tribes in Xixia to gather their troops and march to the borders of the Three Kingdoms. Later, even the Xingqing Mansion's forbidden army sent out most of them.

The Forbidden Army had already suffered heavy losses in the last battle between Song and Xia, and had not yet recovered its strength. As a result, the number of soldiers left in Xingqing Mansion was pitiful.

Night, third watch.

A group of about a hundred infantry troops came from the foot of the mountain where Chuang Gongzi's camp was located in the southwest of the city.

Originally, three troops were responsible for monitoring the tens of thousands of people in the Chuanggongzi camp. However, due to the tight war situation, two troops have been transferred to the front line of the confrontation between Xixia and Tibet during this period, and half of the remaining troops of the first camp have also been transferred back. In the city of Xingqing Mansion, he is responsible for the protection of the city. It can be said that the current protection near the Chuanggongzi camp is at its lowest point since the establishment of this tribe.

Gui Guli has been very nervous during this period. As the highest officer of the remaining garrison, he feels like he is sleeping on a volcano that may erupt at any time every day.

His men now only have people, but there are no less than captives in the Chuang Gongzi camp that he is responsible for monitoring!

Although most of these people are old, weak, sick and disabled, there are also people who can fight. Once these captive soldiers who are usually bullied in Daxia know the true situation and rebel, they will be able to drink a pot of their own. of. Especially since I usually make a lot of money by deducting the food and salary from the son's camp.

Therefore, he has not slept well for several nights in a row.

Just as he was taking a few soldiers on a routine inspection, the infantry team came into his sight.

"Stop, command!"

The sentries at the camp immediately stopped the advancing team.

"Prosperous military fortune!"

The leading officer gave a crisp answer.

Seeing that there was no problem with the password, the sentry relaxed and exchanged a few words. The leading officer then ordered his men to open the gate of the village and let people in.

Gui Guli looked at the small group of people entering the camp in neat lines and thought: At this time, all the rangers sent out should have returned to the camp, why is there still such a group of people hanging outside?

He only thought for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed, he shouted "No!", immediately jumped on his green horse, and galloped towards the camp gate, while galloping on the horse he shouted: " Close the gate of the village quickly! Don’t let these spies come in!”

However, it was not the sentry who responded to him first, but a sharp arrow shot from the dark night. The arrow was fast and urgent, with the sound of breaking the wind, and shot straight through his throat. He groaned, his tall figure swayed on the horse, and then fell off the horse.

At the last moment of his life, he saw the group of unknown people pulling out their hidden weapons and killing the soldiers in the camp. Moreover, these people had obviously practiced martial arts. In front of the soldiers who were fighting in a hurry and could not gather together, they were like gods descending from the earth. One of them was as good as ten, no matter what. In an instant, the tents of the main camp were set on fire, and a raging fire broke out. The fire was mixed with surging shouts of killing.

"It's over!"

This was his last thought, and then he fell into the endless night.

Xiao Feng led a team of people and rushed to the front. The sound of wind whistling in his ears, the chaotic shouts of killing, the screams and the fire that he saw. The blood made him feel like he was still the leader of the Beggar Clan back then. a feeling of. Behind him were soldiers he brought out from Chuang Gongzi's camp, as well as tens of thousands of old and weak men who could barely fight.

A few days ago, he rushed to the Cang Gongzi camp from Murong Fu. With Murong Fu's previous relationship and his experience in managing the beggar gang for several years, Xiao Feng took less than half a month. With the cooperation of Zhang Nanfeng, he took control of the entire camp. At this moment, he felt that the scene in front of him seemed familiar to a year ago. That time he also took the lead and entered the Xixia camp.

Xiao Feng divided the more than people in his hand into three groups and spread them out in a "pin" shape. Three thousand of the most elite men followed him straight into the center of the Xixia army. The other two groups, each with more than men, blocked the west and south directions of the Xixia army, leaving only one direction in the east for the enemy to escape, forming a three-quenched formation that surrounded the enemy.

These Xixia troops were far inferior to the enemy in terms of numbers, and as soon as they came up, someone broke into the middle army and killed the general. They were leaderless. What's more, the leader on the opposite side was a ten thousand enemy like Xiao Feng. They only supported them for less than a moment. The whole army collapsed, and the remaining hundreds of defeated troops retreated towards Xingqing Fucheng.

Xiao Feng did not chase after him, but took out a firework and lit it casually. A flash of fire flashed, and a cold star appeared in the dark night sky.

In the distance, a middle-aged scribe in Confucian attire saw the fireworks, and gave an order to his dozens of men with a stern expression, and the dozens of martial arts masters in powerful attire dispersed and took action.

In just a moment, the defeated group of panicked soldiers entered the ambush circle of the middle-aged scribe, and another killing without any suspense ensued.