lcionline Chapter 464 Zhao Wenhui is about to attack
Chapter 464 Zhao Wenhui is about to attack
The two men looked at each other. Because their abilities were too weak, they were too embarrassed to look at each other, so they simply lowered their heads and started drinking.
Ma Rong squatted aside, cooking wine for the two of them, and seemed to be in a good mood.
As for the conversation between Li Cunxi and Wu Yanhao, he said he didn't understand it at all, and didn't know what Li Cunxi and Wu Yanhao missed.
"How long do we drink?"
Wu Yanhao drank for a while, then suddenly raised his head and asked.
"Dawn, if you're not sleepy."
Li Cunxi raised the wine glass in his hand and clinked it with Wu Yanhao.
"Then it's dawn."
Wu Yanhao wrapped his clothes tightly and looked at Lu Dayou who was reading by the fire in the house.
“Brother Dayou, bring the chessboard and Go jar over here. I want to play Go with Cunxi outside.”
Without further ado, Mr. Lu put down the piece of "The Goddess of Luo River" that was copied by someone unknown, and brought out the chessboard and Go pot to the two of them.
"I always feel like you two are waiting for something."
Lu Dayou scratched his head, not understanding what was going on.
"I can't sleep, so I drink some wine, watch the snow, and play chess. How nice."
Li Cunxi laughed and said nothing more.
At this moment, the Khitan camp.
Suddenly, a shrill cry broke out in Sun Wanrong's military tent, Li Jinzhong wailed in pain, as if he had lost everything.
The soldiers knew what had happened. The great marshal Sun Wanrong, whom they loved and respected deeply, was dead.
As the first soldier knelt on one knee and thrust the scimitar in his hand into the increasingly hard ground, the remaining soldiers followed suit and knelt on one knee towards Sun Wanrong's tent.
The only soldier who had to follow Sun Wanrong back to the barracks on foot had his horse shot dead in the first round of volleys. When he heard the wailing, tears welled up in his eyes.
Regardless of the seven or eight wounds on his body, he forced himself to leave the military camp and walked towards Sun Wanrong's tent with his one eye open.
There was no one guarding outside Sun Wanrong's military tent, so the soldier did not go in, but burst into tears.
"You are dead, how can I live in this world with dignity?"
"I am willing to follow you and serve you in the underworld!"
"I'm coming too!!"
The soldier drew the scimitar from his waist without hesitation and stabbed himself in the heart.
The Khitan soldiers shed tears secretly, expressing their gratitude to the loyal men.
This soldier was the only personal soldier who followed Sun Wanrong to fight. In the final battle to break out of the city gate, this personal soldier was stabbed seven or eight times and one of his eyes was blinded.
When he came back, he came back with Sun Wanrong.
Many soldiers who participated in the Battle of the Gate and survived had a deep impression of him.
No, in the end, he followed his deceased master.
"He is a truly loyal and righteous man." The Khitan generals lowered their eyes.
This impromptu farewell scene for Sun Wanrong lasted for a full quarter of an hour.
The scouts who were monitoring them all the time had already rushed back to report to Zhao Wenhui.
Zhao Wenhui, who had set up camp near the mountains and the water, heard the news, walked out of the tent, put his hands behind his back, and looked up at the sky.
Tonight, the snow is like goose feathers, flying all over the sky.
"Is Sun Wanrong really dead?"
Huang Zhen followed, looking worried, but he didn't dare not speak directly:
"According to the scouts' report, all the officers and generals of the Khitan army came out of their tents and knelt in the same direction."
"For this kind of scene to happen, either Li Jinzhong is dead or Sun Wanrong is dead. Otherwise, this kind of scene will not happen."
A look of ecstasy appeared on Zhao Wenhui's face.
This is great news.
"These Khitan bastards are damned evildoers, damned beasts!"
A look of arrogance appeared on Zhao Wenhui's face, and his words showed endless contempt for the Khitan.
"These filthy pigs and dogs still want to have the same treatment as my people in the Great Zhou. They deserve to starve to death after being hit by a natural disaster. They dare to rebel after being insulted by me. This is really treasonous!"
"Sun Wanrong's status in Khitan is no less than that of Li Jinzhong. He is one of the two pillars of Khitan."
"Once he dies, the Khitan army will no longer be a strong enemy of the Great Zhou. And I, Zhao Wenhui, will naturally not miss such a chance given by God."
"Huang Zhen, mobilize the troops and take advantage of their low morale to destroy the Khitan camp with me!"
Thinking that Sun Wanrong was dead and the morale of the Khitan army had been hit to an unimaginable degree, Zhao Wenhui immediately had the confidence to launch an offensive.
Now is the best time to defeat the Khitan and capture Li Jinzhong alive!
"But, General, Li Fuyin told us to hold our ground and prevent the Khitan army from attacking us."
"Now, the horn force has been fully effective. If we take the initiative to attack, will it disrupt Li Fuyin's plan?"
Huang Zhenke was unwilling to follow Zhao Wenhui and disrupt Li Cunxi's plan, so he had to take the initiative to bring up Li Cunxi, hoping that Zhao Wenhui would give up.
However, Zhao Wenhui suddenly turned around, and the arrogance on his face became even stronger.
He put his hands behind his back, tilted his head back, and pointed his chin at Huang Zhen.
"Li Fuyin?"
"Hmph, if I give him some face, I will call him Li Fuyin. If I don't give him face, I will overturn his imperial office!"
"Do you really think that you can command a large army just by reading one or two military books and understanding the power of the horns?"
"Humph, he did say it nicely. If the Khitan army hadn't lost their patience and fought with us, our military rations would have been eaten up long ago!"
"Tonight is such a good time to defeat the enemy. I don't care if he is Li Fuyin or not. I want the credit for myself!"
"Besides, they are just Khitan troops. They are nothing!"
"I ordered the people around in the past. Even if I gather a large army, what can they do? Do they really know how to fight?"
Huang Zhen wanted to persuade him again, but was interrupted by Zhao Wenhui with a wave of his hand.
"Humph, look at you, such a coward!"
"You stay in the main camp tonight. I will lead 20,000 Yingzhou guards out of the camp to attack the Khitan army."
"When that happens, Li Jinzhong will be killed without a burial place!"
In the southeast corner of the camp, Qiao Tai, who had been unable to sleep, heard the noise outside and got up from the couch.
Just as I put on my shoes, I saw Huang Zhen, the deputy general of Yingzhou Guard, coming in from outside.
"What's wrong? There was an operation in the middle of the night, why didn't I receive any notification from you?"
Qiao Tai rubbed his eyes and became serious.
"Ma Zhuangshi, please return to Chongzhou City as soon as possible and go to the Imperial Envoy's Office to look for Li Fuyin."
"Sun Wanrong of the Khitan army died, and General Zhao insisted on taking 20,000 Yingzhou guards to attack the Khitan camp."
Qiao Tai was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground. For a moment, he didn't know whether to say that Zhao Wenhui was eager to make a contribution or that he was stupid.
The Khitan army still had at least 100,000 men, and their military camps stretched for more than ten miles. Zhao Wenhui dared to attack with only 20,000 men. He really had... no brains.
"You must hold the main camp firmly. You must not lose this strategic location. Otherwise, it will be difficult to turn around and Chongzhou will be in danger."
"I will go find my family's head and try to bring reinforcements as soon as possible... I'm not sure, but I will try my best."
Qiao Tai bowed, found a horse in the stable, and galloped out of the barracks.