The Wife is First

"Wait!" Mu Hanzhang hurriedly called to the right guard and spoke very quickly, "I have ordered people to drive wooden stakes around the camp. You have the soldiers quickly tie the tripping ropes to the wooden stakes.

The right guard was stunned when he heard this, turned around and ran outside.

Mu Hanzhang turned to the left guard and said, "What is the chance of victory between infantry and cavalry?"

The Zuo Guard said calmly: "Cavalry is only about speed. Three infantrymen can fight one cavalryman."

Mu Hanzhang nodded slightly when he heard the words: "Based on the number of people, we have a great chance of winning, but the enemy raids the camp. Don't panic. The right guard is impulsive. You quickly mobilize your troops and divide them into eight directions to guard behind the horse rope. The camp is divided into four Square, fifty feet on each side.”

Zuo Hujun clasped his fists and said, "I have the order!"

As soon as Zhao Meng led his troops into Shengjing Pass, they were locked up and beaten with dogs. A large number of infantrymen emerged from the mountain, armed with scimitars, specializing in chopping horses' hooves. They were forced to continue running forward, killing as they went. Unexpectedly, there were more than just soldiers along the way. The troops were heavily stationed and there were dangers everywhere. Rolling stones, traps, and spikes were used to every possible means, causing them to suffer a lot along the way.

"General!" The captain of the Yue Cavalry School gave Zhao Meng a hand. They had just passed a rolling stone formation. Even Zhao Meng was slightly injured, so he stopped and took a rest. "Now after walking for so long, we have only gone less than ten miles." , what should we do!"

Zhao Meng took a breath. There was an ambush in front of him and a pursuer behind him. He was in a dilemma. Suddenly I remembered what the military advisor had told me, so I quickly took out the second tip bag, opened it, and read eight characters: "The sea of ​​suffering has no end, but when you turn around, you will find shore."

"What does this mean?" Captain Yueqi was confused. Why did the military advisor write a Zen saying? How could anyone guess if the situation was critical now?

Zhao Meng rubbed his beard and thought carefully about his current situation. It was obviously a trap set up by the King of Southwest. Since the military advisor left these words, he must have calculated that he would fall into the trap and reminded him to turn back in time. . The infantry are still outside the door. These cavalry cannot afford to lose, so they must go back and bring the infantry back.

Zhao Meng, who finally calmed down, quickly got on his horse and said, "All officers and men obey the order and quickly return to Shengjing Pass!"

Jing Shao rushed into the pass with his troops and horses, and a group of southwestern troops quickly poured down from the mountains. They tightened their reins and shouted: "The cavalry goes first, the infantry slashes with swords!" He used his inner strength to make a sound like a loud bell, shocking all directions.

The little black man stood up and neighed, and rushed forward quickly. The horses behind him also accelerated their speed. The infantry behind him heard the words, and the spear holder quickly retreated. The knife holder took a few steps to both sides, "Swipe and pull." Pull the sword horizontally to face the enemy soldiers. Swooping down from the mountain, it was full of impact. The scimitar was only good at cutting horse hooves and was no match for the broad knife full of sharp edges. The Southwest Army rushing at the front directly hit the edge of the knife.

For a while, there were screams and blood mist filled the sky!

Among the long line of infantry, the leading part is Jing Shao's bodyguard, so they follow orders and prohibitions and cooperate tacitly. The infantrymen with swords killed the enemy soldiers at the front and then retreated quickly. The infantrymen with spears quickly rushed forward and restrained the scimitar soldiers firmly. The mountain road was narrow and there were not many soldiers who could directly face the enemy, but The Southwest Army tried to win by cleverness, but its numbers were small.

Jing Shao led his army to march and fight. Along the way, there were corpses everywhere, and there were countless gravel, discarded armor, and nails. Xiao Hei was extremely talented and knew how to avoid obstacles on his own, but other horses did not have this ability. He reined in his horse and ordered his infantry to clean the battlefield first. Not long after, they saw smoke and dust billowing in front of them, and saw Zhao Meng and a large group of cavalry rushing over in disgrace.

"Your Majesty!" Zhao Meng was excited when he saw Jing Shao.

Jing Shao looked at him coldly and saw that his armor was damaged, so he thought he was injured: "Go back to the camp, clear the Shengjing Pass, and then go back to deal with you!"

Zhao Meng's expression suddenly changed when he heard this, he dismounted and knelt down and said: "The general is reckless and willing to be punished, but as the marshal, the prince is responsible for guarding the camp. I beg the general to give the general another chance..."

"Report~" Before Zhao Meng could finish speaking, the soldiers who reported the message rode fast horses and shuttled through the sea of ​​​​people, and the army all gave way.

"Commander, more than a thousand cavalry are attacking the camp!" Xin Bing's voice was very panicked.

"What!" Jing Shao's eyes widened, as if he had been struck by lightning. With all the cavalry outside, there would be heavy casualties in the attack on the camp, and his Jun Qing was still there!

"Your Majesty, cavalry is of no use on this mountain road. I will lead the infantry first!" Zhao Meng took the opportunity to stand up.

Jing Shao took a deep look at him, quickly turned his horse's head, and said, "The cavalry listen to the order and return to the camp quickly!" Without saying a word, he led most of the cavalry away.

Mu Hanzhang stood outside the central tent and looked at the dust and smoke billowing not far away, menacingly and obviously evil.

"Eh~~~" That group of raiders really did not attack the camp together, but divided it into three directions: east, west, south, and formed a cone-shaped attack. The speed is too fast, and the horse in front will trip over the horse rope. The one in front will fall, and the one behind will be tripped by the horse in front, and there will be a continuous neighing sound. The infantry from all directions quickly gathered into six directions and quietly watched the horses fall.

Soon, the people behind realized the rope and slowed down their march. One, two, ten... soldiers and horses crossed the rope one after another, and some held big swords on their horses and swung them to cut them off. The people behind They all followed suit, and soon the rope was destroyed. The enemy troops were like rapids flowing through the fingers, turning into ice picks and piercing directly into the infantry in formation, and for a while, the shouts of killing were loud.

Jing Shao whipped the horse's buttocks harder, faster, faster, not daring to distract himself from thinking about where these people came from, nor imagining what kind of condition Jun Qing was in at this moment.

Xiao Hei felt his master's eagerness and ran wildly, throwing the soldiers and horses behind him far away, taking the lead and rushing away.

In fact, the cavalry did not have much advantage over the infantry, and even if one cavalry faced three infantry, it would still be a huge loss. Mu Hanzhang frowned as he watched these people charge so desperately, but why?

"Whoosh~" Mu Hanzhang was startled and subconsciously ducked sideways. An arrow passed through the place where he was standing and penetrated the middle tent. Looking up, I saw arrows flying everywhere. These people were not cavalry, but horse archers!

The cavalry has no advantage over the infantry. Even one to three is not cost-effective. However, if it is a horse archer, the arrows are extremely lethal and can indeed increase the casualties in the camp. However, soldiers who can ride and shoot are elite soldiers. The Southwest King’s bloody attack on the camp must have a purpose, and this purpose...

"Whoosh whoosh!" Countless arrows were shot towards the middle tent, and Mu Hanzhang vaguely felt that the target might be him! Turn around and quickly run towards a crowded place. Don't attack with arrows at close range. The closer you get, the less likely you are to be hurt.

"Commander, be careful!" The right guard turned around and saw Mu Hanzhang dodging arrows. He pulled him to his side and gave him a short knife, "Don't leave me!"

Mu Hanzhang held his sword in front of him and raised it to block the spear that was about to be swung down. The right guard slashed with his sword and immediately cut off the spear-holding arm and put his foot on the horse's belly.

"Ah~" The man on the horse screamed and fell off his horse. The infantry on the side immediately slashed him to death.

"The strategist is really an all-rounder!" The dagger was given to him just in case, but unexpectedly the strategist actually knew how to strike twice. The sword technique was precise and the moves were concise. Even though he lacked internal strength support, his skills were unambiguous.

Mu Hanzhang curled his lips and smiled, but without answering, he pressed his back against the right guard. His meridians were weak and he could not practice martial arts, but it did not prevent him from practicing these skills. In order to prevent himself from becoming a sick man, and because he really yearned for martial arts training, Mu Hanzhang often secretly watched his father practice sword and spear, and wrote down the moves one by one. I practiced secretly in my yard, and over time, I mastered some life-saving moves, and my health gradually improved.

The cavalry's surprise was due to its swiftness and ferociousness. Now it was delayed and could not find its target. It was overwhelmed by the huge crowd of infantry. It gradually lost its energy and was eliminated one by one.

Mu Hanzhang just breathed a sigh of relief when horse hoofs were heard again not far away. His heart suddenly tightened. He looked up and saw black horses in silver armor, riding one by one from Juechen from the horizon. His pursed lips slowly curled up. The little spoon is back!

Jing Shao clamped his horse's belly and rushed toward the camp, watching the chaos from a distance. As he got closer and closer, the man in green clothes was so conspicuous among a group of dark soldiers. A bloody short knife was drawn by Mu Holding the Hanzhang in your hand gives people the illusion that it is actually a long flute. Seeing that he was safe and sound, his heart in his throat finally dropped. Jing Shao couldn't help but grinned and ran towards his princess.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a group of enemy soldiers hiding behind the tent suddenly jumped out and waved their long swords towards Mu Hanzhang, who was wearing a long green gown.

"Jun Qing!" Jing Shao felt his heart being clenched fiercely. He watched helplessly as the long knife and giant blade swung at the man who had no strength to restrain the chicken. Blood splattered and he felt that the world suddenly became dark. Only that touch of blood is eye-catching and red!

"No~" roared and rushed forward. Jing Shao pulled out the long sword from his waist and chopped off the head of the man on the horse with a click. Blood immediately spattered three feet! Xiao Hei raised his hoof and kicked the half-erected horse away, revealing the person behind the horse.

"Strategist!" The right guard turned around and yelled in shock and anger. He reached out to pick it up, but someone was faster than him.

Jing Shao jumped off his horse and hugged the man into his arms. His eyes were red and his voice was trembling: "Jun Qing, Jun Qing!"

"Hmm..." Mu Hanzhang grunted in pain, covering his injured shoulder. Blood trickled down from between his slender white fingers. He raised his slightly white lips and smiled, "It's a small injury, don't worry... Hey! "

Jing Shao looked at the place where the blood was constantly bleeding, and his heart ached beyond measure. He picked up the person in his arms and walked towards the king's tent. He said loudly: "Get the military doctor, quickly!"

There was no need to worry about protecting the military advisor. The right guard raised his sword and yelled: "Damn it, if you dare to hurt my military advisor, kill me!"

"Kill~" Hearing this, the soldiers rushed towards the few remaining cavalry.

"Jun Qing..." Jing Shao kept calling the person in his arms, fearing that he would faint.

"Xiao Shao, I'm fine, don't be afraid." Mu Hanzhang leaned into his arms. The injury was just a skin injury. He wanted to laugh at this guy for making such a fuss, but he felt that the arm holding him was shaking slightly. Unable to bear the harsh criticism, she held his bloody hand and comforted him softly.