The rain in Xisanwei poured down.

Since the 20,000 soldiers of the Western Sanwei were incorporated into the Canglong Army, they also received supplies from His Royal Highness, and five magical cannons were set up on the barracks, with enough gunpowder.Tung oil coats made of paper are easily damaged, and officers and soldiers are reluctant to wear them on weekdays.

There was an awning set up for the magic gun on the barracks, and Yan Yu stood under the awning, lying on the barracks, looking at the dark Mo Di soldiers outside, and persuaded Wei Tai: "Commander, order the soldiers to wear tung oil.Clothes bar, the cold rain hurts the body, and people will be unbearably cold after being soaked for a while."

Be ready to fight anytime.

Over the years, Wei Tai, the commander of the guard, has been extremely poor. He loves money and food, and spends money sparingly.

Once incorporated into the Canglong Army, not only do you not have to chase after the Yamen and the Ministry of Households to ask for equipment, food and grass, but there are also special personnel responsible for statistics and delivery.

Then Dong Zhengfu came to deliver things every few days, and asked him thoughtfully and meticulously what he was missing. The pen under Dong Zhengfu's hand seemed to be able to touch gold, and the details written down would be delivered in a few days.

The Western Territory is completely different from before.

Wei Tai's poor disease is deeply rooted in his bones, and he will not be able to get over it for a while.

Seeing Wei Tai's pain, Yan Yu sighed in the bitter wind and rain and said, "It's different now. His Royal Highness is merciful, not only taking care of food, grass and military pay, but also taking care of equipment. Do the math, it takesHow much money? The Western Territory can't afford such a supply at all. I saw that His Royal Highness used his own private treasury, and I don't know where to borrow money, so that he has the silver to pay for the Western Territory Army.The people of the Western Territory and even the whole of Dajing. Now that the Xisan Guards are strong and strong, are you still uneasy about being recruited by the Canglong Army?"

Because of this matter, Wei Tai was restless day and night, especially after being offered so much by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, he felt more and more ashamed to face Emperor Tianxi.

He is a command envoy appointed by the imperial court, not an official of the prince, but now that his banner has changed, and he is eating the prince's food, he feels that he is a bastard who eats inside and outside.

He frowned and said: "After all, the prince has not yet ascended the throne, and using the prince's personal banner, our name is not righteous enough."

Yan Yu glanced sideways, hating that iron could not become steel: "The banner of the Canglong Army has been approved by the Ministry of Rites, the cabinet and His Majesty. Commander, haven't you turned the corner yet?"

Wei Tai really doesn't care about power and strategy. Fortunately, he has absolute trust in Yan Yu. Yan Yu angrily cast a cold eye at that moment, and his heart tensed up, almost subconsciously coaxing people: "If you have a heart, don'tLet’s talk about me, didn’t I listen to you, did you agree to include it?”

"This is our first battle as the Canglong Army." From Yan Yu's ears, Wei Tai didn't understand. The deceitful words sounded perfunctory in his ears. He saw Modi's soldiers in the rain likeA silent behemoth said with a more serious expression, "Wuzheng, you have to find out who is the master of the Canglong Army now. The Yuexi military camp is directly under the direct control of His Highness, which is determined by imperial decree. His Highness is concerned about everything in the Western Region. YouLet's see who comes to help today, and we can see His Highness's attitude towards Xisanwei."

Wei Tai stood on the barracks, with the five magical cannons in red beside him. One of these cannons would cost one hundred thousand taels of silver, five would cost half a million silver, plus hundreds of boxesThe gunpowder piled up beside him is a full one million taels of silver.

And money can't buy these things.

This item alone can match the military salary of the Third West Battalion for three years!Before Wei Tai fought a single battle for His Royal Highness, he had already received His Royal Highness's overwhelming favor.

In fact, Wei Tai couldn't get over it, and had a vague premonition in his heart that one day the Canglong Army would march into the capital. He was nervous about eating the crown prince's food, and the loyalty of the general tortured him.

He understood Yan Yu's meaning, he was foolish and loyal.

Rationally, he knew that the situation was stronger than others, and now His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is the chief official of the Western Territory, and he does not listen to the Crown Prince, and their West Sanwei are not even grassroots, Yan Yu's judgment is reasonable and appropriate.

He believed in Yan Yu because Yan Yu was always right.

The rain eased slightly.

Wei Tai saw that the Mo Di soldiers were still lying outside the range of the Shenji cannon. He was experienced and keen in combat. Standing in the canopy, he stretched out his hand to catch the bean-sized raindrops, and muttered to himself: "They are drenched in the rain.What are you waiting for?"

Yan Yu stood on the inside, the slanting rain was blocked by Wei Taidu, he was a little wet in the rain and mist blowing in, he couldn't understand it, and said puzzledly: "If they wait any longer, reinforcements should comeAre you afraid of being pinched from front to back?"

"Waiting for reinforcements..." Wei Tai caught something wrong, "Why aren't they afraid of reinforcements coming?"

"Modi has 60,000 soldiers, as long as the main battalion sends 40,000 soldiers, plus our 20,000 soldiers, with the cover of magic machine guns, as soon as the reinforcements arrive, Modi will lose the opportunity to steal the siege." Yan YanYu deduced the situation, "However, Mo Di seems to have a chance of winning. Maybe they don't have more than 60,000 soldiers?"

"Then there's no need to wait for the reinforcements to arrive, and it's just a waste of time." Wei Tai chewed on the word "timing", and suddenly thought of something to say, "Unless their timing is not in the three guards in the west, but in the reinforcements?"

Yan Yu took a quick look at Wei Tai, and they suddenly changed color under the wind and rain.

If so, reinforcements are in danger.

At this moment, Mo Di's army over there moved.

Mo Di was retreating, the cavalry retreated first, and the catapults and infantry remained where they were.

"They only retreated 20,000 soldiers, leaving 40,000 soldiers to prevent us from leaving the camp." Wei Tai leaned forward in the rain, his eyebrows knit together, "They are really going to call for reinforcements from the main camp!"

Thinking of more important things, Yan Yu's face changed suddenly: "Now the western region is not only short of troops, but also not enough generals. There are not many generals that can be sent by the main battalion."

Wei Taidao: "It is true that there are not many generals who can lead more than 40,000 soldiers. I see that only Song Xiaowang and Han Dutong can do it."

"You know now?" Yan Yu said pointedly, "The Western Territory under the rule of His Royal Highness will mobilize commander-level generals for the camp to save friends."

Wei Tai nodded with embarrassment: "I don't mean to disrespect His Royal Highness."

Yan Yu's face was gloomy. He looked at the movement in the rain curtain. The force was twice that of the Western Sanwei, blocking them from even getting out of the camp gate. He looked at Wei Tai and said with a surprisingly stern expression: "Han Du TongAnd Song Xiaowang, any accident between them will disrupt Dajing's political situation. Wuzheng, it's time to show our loyalty."

The reinforcements walked very slowly in the rain, only walking fifty miles in half a day.

Hanlinmo Lema waved his horse to stop the team, and the front hooves of the steeds stepped on the water. The legendary fairy lake could not be seen clearly.

Fang Xun followed Han Linmo on horseback. He was temporarily transferred to be a deputy general. Before he came, he was instructed by Song Beiming to protect Han Linmo every step of the way, and lead the soldiers of the former Snow-Treading Army to take care of other brothers.

The water of the lake is lukewarm, with splashes blooming in the rain, but it is by no means as smooth as it appears on the surface. Fang Xun frowned after seeing many people drowning in rainy lakes in Beiyuan.

The Snow-Treading Army also has powerlessness. Although the terrain of Beiyuan Yunhu can be used as a reference, the Snow-Treading Army has never been to the Western Territory. It is impossible to make the most accurate judgment here only by comparing the terrain.To survive in this dangerous terrain, one must have the familiarity to feel every stone by the lake.

Among the newly recruited soldiers were locals, who were familiar with the terrain, but locals were rare in this kind of heavy rain, and they dared not speak easily.

The rain became smaller.

However, the water will not retreat for a while.

Coincidentally, the 25,000 people from Han Linmo happened to be blocked by the Fairy Lake.

From east to west, they are fifty miles away from the military camp. Even if there are reinforcements, in the mud, it will take half a day at the fastest to come to rescue.

Half a day is enough for Mo Di to make a surprise attack.

Han Linmo quickly thought about today's changes and the use of troops in his mind.

When the reinforcements came out of the camp, he originally wanted to push the artillery cart, but the rain was too heavy, the artillery cart was too heavy, and the wheels got stuck in the mud and it was impossible to get out.

Mo Di knew the climate and topography of the western region far better than they did, so he accurately calculated and waited for the rain to drive them out of the camp and prevent them from using their artillery vehicles.

Now they are taking advantage of the terrain to make them a lone army without the protection of camps and magic machine guns.

This kind of weird use of troops, Mo Di just wanted to play with the Canglong Army.

To be able to play such a big game of chess, Mo Di's army strength is already terrifying enough to control the situation in the Western Region.

In this battle, what Modi wanted to eat was not the West Sanwei, nor the main battalion, but the reinforcements.

Han Linmo had a thorough understanding of the situation, he knew what it meant, he drew out his knife, and the "cold front" shone brightly in the rain.

When the whole army saw the commander's sword coming out, they immediately dispersed in place.

At this moment, the scouts in the team suddenly raised the alarm: "Incoming attack! There are more than 50,000 people on the north and south sides."

finally come.

Han Linmo felt relieved at this moment.

Knowing what Modi wanted, Han Linmo relaxed his brows, because Modi's main force is here, at least it shows that the West Sanwei and the main camp are safe.

The heavy rain and the siege made it extremely difficult to deliver news, and the sudden changes in the battlefield depended entirely on the judgment of the generals.

The Canglong Army was fortunate to have Han Linmo, he was a sharp commander, he was not fooled by Mo Di for too long, and he saw the situation clearly in time.

The battle situation was formed in Han Linmo's mind in an instant, and he said in a loud voice: "The order, the firecracker team is divided into two teams, the north and the south.Row!"

The herald gave the order loudly, and the drums of war also sounded at this time.

When Fang Xun heard the order, he froze for a moment. This is a typical retreat formation.

He looked at Han Linmo suddenly.

Han Linmole turned his horse's head and looked at Fang Xun: "Vice General Fang, you lead the Chinese army to break through."

Fang Xun tightened his grip on the reins, and said earnestly, "Master Dutong, I'll be the rear. You and the Chinese army go first."

Han Linmo couldn't refuse and said: "Needless to say, you will lead the Chinese army away."

"This..." Fang Xun was well aware of the relative strength of the enemy and us. In this battle, he was close to death. The people in the rear gave up the chance of life to others. He shook his head again and said, "My lord, the rear is in danger. You belong to the whole army.You go first."

"Fang Xun, your Snow-Treading Army has always said that the two armies are fused. In the final analysis, each is the master." Han Lin looked indifferent. Although he was strict with soldiers on weekdays, he rarely spoke seriously in novels. At this time, his words were cold., tied Fang Xun and said, "If Song Beiming is the one who gave the order today, will you also disobey the order?"

This is too heavy a word.

Not only did it rule that Fang Xun disobeyed the military order, but he also mentioned the subtle relationship between the two armies, and even bluntly stated Fang Xun's disobedience to the supreme commander.

All of these things, to put it seriously, can all be done in the right way.

On the battlefield, subordinates are not allowed to entangle orders in front of soldiers, which will disturb the morale of the army.

Moreover, time did not allow Fang Xun to persuade him again. The sound of horseshoes on both sides of the north and south could be clearly heard, so Fang Xun could only obey.

Fang Xun turned his horse's head, and the moment he left the waving rein, he heard Han Linmo say softly, "Say to Wei Yu..."

Fang Xun froze. He held back his tears and directed the Chinese army to turn around.

They only have time for one sentence.

When Han Linmo spoke, countless thoughts welled up in his heart.

He originally wanted to say: To His Highness, we must put the world first, love the people like children, strengthen the border defense, and unify the whole territory.

However, what he called out was "Liu Yu", and what he thought of was the little apprentice who had been stern all the time for five years.

When Han Linmo first arrived at the Imperial Mausoleum, Wei Yu was still sick, his body was so swollen and fat that he was panting when he walked.

However, it was that body that couldn't carry heavy objects that meticulously completed all the moves he taught.

Storms and torrential rains can't stop the little apprentice from getting up early to train late at night, and at night, the little apprentice will practice another set of weird martial arts called yoga by himself.

No matter how difficult the moves of Hanlin Mojiao are, no matter how strict the requirements are, the young apprentices can complete them neatly.

There is no upper limit, and there is everything to learn.

Wei Yu is the favorite type of apprentice of all teachers, outstanding and unmatched.

Green out of blue and blue out of blue, in just five years, the little apprentice's martial arts has surpassed that of Han Linmo.As a teacher, it is a lifetime fortune to be able to teach such an apprentice.

Han Linmo knew that the little apprentice must be hiding something, otherwise a normal person would not be able to erupt such a powerful force from such a weak body.

But he can't ask, because his apprentice is also his "lord", if the king refuses to say, he can't force him to ask.

He is not as close as Shang Baiheng and Yanxi, or even as close as Zhou Ci and Yanxi, but he has a unique way of getting along with his little apprentice——Han Lin is indifferent, the little apprentice is cold-hearted, and the teacherThe love between apprentices is not in words, but in every move.

Han Linmo watched Yan Xi grow up, now Yan Xi's Flowing Frost Knife is almost invincible, this is what he is most proud of, he should be happy.

But he also saw Yan Xi's weight loss.

The last time Yan Xi came to the barracks, his thin body was almost weak, and his face was not as rosy as before.

People close to him could tell that Yan Xi was ill, so when the little apprentice told him softly, "A Ming is the disciple's partner", Han Linmo couldn't bear to refuse at all.

He had softened his heart when Yan Xi spoke, and wrote a letter that night and sent it to Jingdu.

Han Linmo's pause was only as long as a drop of rain fell. Countless memories between master and apprentice flashed through his mind. His throat was stiff, and it was extremely difficult to speak, but time was so cruel that he could not adjust his emotions.

Han Linmo paused and said: "Tell Wei Yu, master doesn't want him to be invincible, master wants him to be safe and happy."

When Fang Xun turned his back, tears rolled down uncontrollably. He threw off his whip and galloped in front of the horse. The cavalry and infantry followed at a sprint speed.

The dark figures of Mo Di's army had already come into view, Han Linmo raised his saber high, the firecracker team had been trained adroitly a few days ago, he accurately counted the sound of Mo Di's hoofbeats, and calculated the shooting range.

Modi's army came from both sides, like a huge mouth opened between heaven and earth, it could swallow 25,000 Canglong army in one gulp.

The Chinese army was running at a high speed, and Fang Xun led the troops to rush towards the fast closing crack. He wiped away his tears. The battle situation did not allow him to act emotionally, and what he wanted to protect was the main force.

When Han Linmo left the camp, he had said that he wanted to bring these people back.

The Mo Di cavalry is still like lightning in the rain, and the gap is shrinking rapidly.

The enemy's horseshoes were within a hundred paces, and Fang Xun heard the sound of the Mo Di cavalry drawing their swords.However, 20,000 people must have enough width to run out. The Chinese army is like a trapped dragon, and the silver armor is helpless in the black tide.

At this moment, the firecracker rang.

Four hundred firecrackers fired fire dragons in the rain and fog, and the bullets flew into Mo Di's team like shooting stars.

The crossbowman releases arrows between the firecrackers, and the bows and arrows have a longer range, flying high into the sky and then falling on the enemy troops in the back row.

Fang Xun rushed out of the crack of escape, and the Chinese army roared and rushed out.

Some people wiped their tears while running wildly. Everyone in the Chinese army knew that the rest of them would not be able to go back. This was the life the brothers fought hard for them.

Xiao Shun squatted in the front row of the firearms team.

He was as calm as ever, and his hand holding the gun did not shake at all.

Following the captain's order, he pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out biting the spark.

Next came the tedious process of reloading and loading. Xiao Shun squatted down, and the brother behind him stood up and fired the bullets with the same movement as him.

Sparks fell, and were doused in the rain before touching Xiao Shun's helmet.

Xiao Shun changed the bullets, and when loading, the players in the second row squatted down, and the third row stood up.

After the third round of bullets flew out, Xiao Shun held the gun, aimed forward and stood up again.

This is the formation he has trained countless times in the military camp. It is said that Yan Xi wrote it himself and sent it along with the firecracker.

Xiao Shun probably knew that it was time again.

This time he didn't have the slightest fear, he was the target of massacre before, this time he could kill enough first.

The knife of fate began to be handed into his hands, Xiao Shun looked at the front line where Mo Di was forced to stand still, and calmly repeated the rhythm of daily training in his heart.

None of the four hundred firecrackers and three thousand crossbowmen spoke. They all listened to the sound of the retreat of the Chinese army. Every sound of footsteps was victory and hope.

The chaotic hoofbeats of the Mo Di cavalry and the screams of the fallen soldiers were particularly pleasant in the lingering rain.

Han Linmo stared at Mo Di's situation, and the overturned horses and soldiers in the front row became stumbling blocks for the cavalry in the back row.

He calmly issued the order to shoot again, because he reserved enough range to hit the cavalry in the rear row.

Mo Di was caught off guard by the firecracker and fell into chaos.

Han Linmo knew that this kind of chaos could not last for too long, and Mo Di would be able to react quickly and reorganize the formation, and his ammunition and bows and arrows were also limited.

Han Linmo stared at and counted the steps of the Chinese army.

The tail of the team finally broke through the gap, and at this moment he shouted loudly: "The crossbowmen in the back row retreat!"

No one said goodbye.

Tears welled up in their eyes, and the crossbowmen in the last row left their arrow boxes to the brothers in the front row. They didn't even have time to slap their shoulders, so they ran wildly as ordered.

To survive and save more troops is the hope of victory in the overall battle.

To them, life and death are just a moment, and the brothers will always meet in the underworld.The running crossbowmen dropped their bows and arrows, and rushed to the final gap with sabers on their backs.

Mo Di had already adjusted, they were cleaning up the corpses in the front row, the soldiers moved forward instead, and it was difficult for the firecrackers to aim at them.

The crossbowmen of the Canglong Army only ran to the last row, and the remaining crossbowmen saw the change in the battle situation and took back their steps to retreat. They consciously filled the space where the firecrackers were powerless and adjusted the angle of shooting arrows.

Arrows fell from the sky, and the crawling enemy army had nowhere to hide.

And when the Modi soldiers had to stand up, the ammunition of the firecracker team arrived again.

Han Linmo calculated the amount of ammunition remaining, and when Mo Di's shield soldiers reached the front of the formation, Han Linmo said: "Throw away the gun and charge into the formation."

Xiao Shun and his brothers looked at each other, and they quickly ran to the edge of Fairy Lake, where four hundred firecrackers were thrown into the lake with force.

The expensive firecrackers will forever lie dormant at the bottom of the water, and must not be left to Mo Di.

Xiao Shun pulled out his knife, he heard the sound of Han Linmo's hooves and rushed to the front, the coach's knife cut through the rain curtain, giving the soldiers infinite courage.

Xiao Shun raised his knife and ran.

The rain is cold, his chest is hot, the footsteps of his brothers are in his ears, he is not alone.

At this moment, Xiao Shun forgot that he was Dao Dao and he was Da Jing's Canglong Army.

During the charge, he saw the coach raised his arms and shouted: "A sound of thunder calls the Canglong up, brothers, it's time for our Canglong Army to become famous!"

"Han Du Tong is mighty!" The soldiers shouted, pointing their sabers at the Mo Di cavalry rushing like a black tide, "The Canglong Army swore to defend Da Jing to the death!

Go!