The Second Thousand Nine Hundred and Forty-Seventh Chapter: Step by Step Jinghong: Since Ancient Times the Family of the Emperor (Eighty-Eight)

After March,

Chu border.

Mo Yelei was devastated and looked solemn.

In a battle a few days ago, the Chu army was defeated and suffered heavy losses.

The South Korean army stared at the movements of the Chu army, Mo Yelei was unable to ride a tiger, and he regretted that he should not ask for orders to fight the Han army.

Seeing Mo Yelei's frown, Wei Pingsheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "Prince, while the enemy is still in the joy of winning the battle, we can send some elite troops to attack the Han army's forage camp at night. South Korea's border is remote and it is not easy to transport food and grass, this move can cut off the enemy's back path."

"In order to ensure that they calm down after the joy period, it is not too late. It is best to send troops in these days to catch them by surprise."

Mo Yelei lowered his head and pondered, considering whether this question was feasible.

In the end, he made a decision, "Yes, it was the first night of the first day when the wind was dark and windy, so..." He paused and smiled inexplicably: "Send Wei Xinglie to attack the enemy's forage camp at night. Bring an elite squad to raid the enemy, The odds are high.”

Wei Pingsheng remained unmoved.

He knows,

Mo Yelei will definitely take action against Wei Xinglie, after all, this is Mo Liyan's person.

now,

far from the frontier,

We can only see Wei Xinglie's own creation.

What King Jin said before this...

The end has been settled.

Wei Pingsheng sighed in the bottom of his heart, and only followed Mo Liyan's orders, no more words.

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That night,

Wei Xinglie led a thousand elite soldiers to march quietly in the dark night. He recalled the words of the prince to settle him in his mind.

"In an emergency, set off a smoke bomb, and the Guihui will send reinforcements to help."

Wei Xinglie already knew that Mo Yelei would definitely send him, and he was not surprised at this moment, he just observed the movements around him.

The night wind ceased, everything was quiet in the darkness, only the sound of methodical footsteps swept forward.

Approaching the enemy's camp, there was still no one there, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet.

Wei Xinglie was undecided, why was the enemy so quiet? Is there an ambush?

Wei Xinglie couldn't make up his mind, but when he thought of his intuition of marching for many years, he gritted his teeth slightly, put one hand on the saber, kept alert at all times, and retreated while looking at it. He just wanted to tell the soldiers behind him, how did he expect this? when--!

There was a sudden blaze all around, and countless enemy troops held sharp knives and sharp blades in the hands, and there was a chill in the night.

Wuyangyang rushed out from the surrounding, showing an absolute trend of encirclement, and kept pouring in from all directions: "Chu people are attacking our food and grass, kill!!"

Wei Xinglie's heart suddenly froze, especially after seeing the number of enemy troops, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

really!

There is an ambush!

Wei Xinglie ordered the deputy chief to ignite the wolf smoke to ask for help in the army camp, while he drew out his saber and issued an order to kill the enemy heroically.

The two armies engaged in a fierce battle. In the battle of the dark night, blood splattered between swords, lights, swords and shadows.

The Chu army was surrounded by layers of enemies, unable to break out of the siege, and could only be forced to fight in blood.

Wei Xinglie swung his sword into the enemy's throat without hesitation, and blood spurted out in an instant, and the enemy fell in an instant.

Unconsciously,

The rising sun shines on all things. A new day continues yesterday's brutal war.

All beings are sentient, and relentless warfare destroys the bonds that connect people.

Between wielding a sword and wielding a knife, it is decided that you are dead or alive.

The battlefield was extremely tragic, and the death counted.

The air was filled with the suffocating breath of death.

The enemy bees pupate up, and a good tiger can't hold back a group of wolves.

Three or four hours have passed, and the Chu army suffered heavy casualties, and there is no follow-up force at all.

You come to me to be exhausted, and gradually show a state of exhaustion.

The lieutenant general showed a look of sadness and despair. The hands holding the sword were already dripping with blood, and his voice was hoarse: "General, the wolf smoke has already been lit. It has been so long, but I haven't even seen the shadow of a single reinforcement!"

Wei Xinglie gritted his teeth and swallowed blood.

he knows,

will not come.

What Mo Yelei wanted was his death.

Why would they send reinforcements?

But--

With such absurd behavior, didn't Mo Yelei think of how he should end? !

Far away in the Liancheng barracks, Mo Yelei was holding a cup of shallow water and drinking slowly, leisurely admiring the rising sun, full of mountains and rivers.

In the direction of the Han army, the smoke billows, and the splendor of the morning sun is dark and dazzling.

The soldier next to him, Deng Ai, was full of anxiety and worry.

Boil the beans and burn the bean sprouts, and the beans weep in the kettle. Originally born from the same root, why is it too urgent to fry each other?

This battle between King Jin and the Crown Prince is difficult, too difficult!

Mo Yelei's brows revealed a stern determination, his eyes were faintly proud, and he meditated in his heart.

Mo Liyan, now I'm going to break your left arm, making it difficult for you to cry alone, and the hero's end.

On the battlefield where corpses were scattered all over the field and rivers of blood flowed, the enemy's encirclement was gradually tightened.

Unfortunately,

Outnumbered.

Facing an endless stream of enemy troops, the Chu army, who had been fighting for several hours, was already exhausted and no longer able to fight.

In the absence of reinforcements,

It's a dead end.

Wei Xinglie's mouth poured out bursts of blood, which spurted out in an instant, dyeing the battle armor red!

In the winter of 367, the state of Chu was built,

General Wei Xinglie fought the enemy stubbornly, he would rather die than yield, and died heroically.

Afterwards, he was posthumously named the Great General Protector of the Country by the king, and he was buried with a generous gift.

Conspiracy this way,

Filled with countless swords, lights, swords and shadows, conspiracy and treacherous.

Death has become a normal thing, and living is a luxury under certain circumstances.

someone lost,

Someone wins.

King and loser,

Nothing to say.

When Mo Yelei heard the news, he was ecstatic, how could he know that the abyss of hell awaited him next.

Mo Yelei made all these decisions just because he wanted to kill Wei Xinglie.

He felt that even without Wei Xinglie, he would definitely win.

But how could he have expected such a result!

The enemy army actually drove straight in, like a broken bamboo, and directly swept several cities!

Unstoppable!

Every method and every command he used seemed so vulnerable!

at last,

The garrisoned city was also plundered and forced to retreat and abandon the city.

Completely defeated!

South Korea,

in the military camp.

Xiao Yingmo couldn't help but sighed: "With planning and planning, the decisive victory is thousands of miles away!"

"Absolutely! Absolutely! Absolutely!"

It was the first time in his life that he admired a person so much except for their Korean son Xie.

This time South Korea defeated Chu State,

If it weren't for this Lord Lingbai's step-by-step calculations, accurate predictions, and a thousand miles of flying pigeons.

It is absolutely impossible to win so neatly!

Since then,

The name Lingbai,

It began to spread in the Korean military camp, and it became a belief and a legend until later.

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winter is coming,

The weather is getting colder day by day, the north wind is howling, the cold wind is biting, the snowflakes in the sky are swept by the wind, drifting in an unknown direction, and everything you see is covered with snow, as if every corner of the world is covered with snow. Overturning, clean, benevolent white, washes over all the filth, all the darkness in the world, like every snowflake