Chapter 392 Tune the Tiger Away From the Mountain, Intrigue

Zhang Jin led his troops to leave, and Fang Xing's subordinates quietly started preparations.

Fang Xing stood in the camp, looking at the setting sun that was gradually beginning to fall, and asked, "Is there someone peeping outside?"

Fang Wu behind said in a deep voice: "There are two people who are already under the surveillance of my scouts."

Fang Xing saw that the soldiers were preparing lightly, and shouted: "Take it!"

"Beep..."

After a long whistle, the two men were tied up and brought to Fang Xing.

Fang Xing looked at the two of them indifferently, "Tell me your contacts, otherwise the whole family will be treated like bandits!"

The two looked at Fang Xing in fear, then were kicked by the scouts behind him and knelt on the ground, and immediately confessed.

"Jiazhi?"

Fang Xing looked at the map, "Ask some brothers to go and get them right away!"

Xin Laoqi immediately arranged for two servants to lead the team.

At this time, Lin Qun'an came over to ask for instructions: "Uncle, do you want to send someone to ambush outside the city? When the enemy's sneak attack fails, we will attack from both inside and outside."

Fang Xing asked in surprise, "Why wait for the enemy to attack?"

Lin Qun'an was startled: "Could it be..."

"Of course we have to take the initiative!"

Fang Xing looked at the soldiers who started to line up, and said, "Our army's muskets have not been displayed yet, so we don't need to use them this time."

Lin Qun'an was not stupid, and immediately understood something: "Uncle, are you fishing for a big fish?"

Fang Xing said with a chuckle: "How many days have those three left? There must be no contact with a large group of forces, so ah! Tonight, except for one hundred households who carry muskets, the others are all carrying long guns."

The sunset in the sky finally set, Fang Xing ordered: "Leave 500 guards, and the rest of the soldiers should go!"

"Go through the back door."

...

"Uncle, little Zhao Zhongfeng."

A tall and thin young man had already been waiting outside the door. When he saw Fang wake up, he hurried forward.

"Lead the way."

This person was a guide and translator arranged by Zhang Jin. He still had a few pimples on his face, and he smiled very cleanly.

Walking slowly along the river, Fang Xing called the team to stop when it was two miles away from the sea.

"Let the brothers rest where they are and wait for news."

The team sat down in silence, and then there was the sound of drinking water.

"Fang Wu, take someone to the front to check out, and if you have news, don't act rashly."

"Old Seven, immediately arrange for people to go to the seaside on the right, and beware of the enemy's sneak attack from behind."

"..."

After a series of orders, Fang Xing also found a place to sit down.

This is Huang Zhong's first time facing a battle formation, he said somewhat restrainedly: "Uncle, those Japanese pirates should not dare to go to the right side? Otherwise, the people along the way will be alarmed, and the sneak attack will be in vain!"

Fang Xing took a sip of rock sugar pears, and said comfortably: "Bo Lu, the battle must not be ignored, and any possibility must be taken into account, otherwise the place where you are most at ease may become the enemy's assault point! Don't be careless. ah!"

Huang Zhong said embarrassingly: "I have never experienced a battle, but I made my uncle laugh."

After observing for this period of time, Fang Xing felt very relieved about Huang Zhong, so he said: "It's not just the case in battle, political and academic disputes all pay attention to the art of war, so you can read these books later and draw inferences about other cases from one instance. .”

In the long history of fighting, the Chinese people have passed down these ideas from generation to generation, including those allegorical sayings and aphorisms, all of which contain these contents.

Waiting is boring. Fang Xing leaned on the trunk of a big tree and dozed off. After an unknown amount of time, there was the sound of soft footsteps.

"My lord, I found the scouts of the pirates."

Fang Xing opened his eyes and saw that it was not Fang Wu, but the servant on the right. He sighed: "Made! It really is a little devil! Tell me, where is it?"

"Just come over to Fanjia Village."

Fang Xing took a deep breath, and shouted: "Order Fang Wu to continue to monitor at the same place, leave a hundred households here, and the rest should leave immediately!"

After hearing this, Huang Zhong looked at Fang Xing with a little more respect.

He was just a small official at first, although he was appreciated by the county magistrate. But after coming to Jinling, even a member of the Ministry of Rites can make him lose face. When he was desperate, he encountered Fang Xing's solicitation, so he reluctantly came to Fang's Village.

But after getting to know Fang Xing deeply, especially after seeing the so-called 'Fang Xue', he felt that he was a frog in a well before.

And Fang Xing's advance arrangement just now led to the failure of the Japanese pirates' sneak attack. This kind of judgment made him feel that he, the proprietor, would...

Xinghebo will definitely be famous in history in the future, right?

With this anticipation, Huang Zhong closely followed the team.

"Is the uncle not here yet?"

On a small field more than five miles southeast of Haimen Weicheng, two scouts were observing the fire by the sea with binoculars.

"They're ashore."

Those Japanese pirates were very cunning, they just lit two torches, so if they were found out like this, they would be regarded as night walkers.

"They went to the sea gatekeeper."

A scout whispered anxiously: "Why don't we risk warning!"

The scouts all carry fireworks similar to sky cannons. Once lit, they can warn in time and at the same time attract enemies like fireflies.

Another scout gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!"

But as soon as he took out the sky cannon, there was a rustling sound behind him. The two of them were shocked, and they were about to touch the knife.

"Don't move! Our people have arrived."

Fang Xing stood in the middle of the road, looking coldly at the direction where the torch had just been extinguished.

"Sure enough, cunning!"

Turning around, Fang Xing asked, "Is the outflanking Wu Yue in place?"

Lin Qun'an estimated the time, "It must be here."

"Where are the cavalry?"

Xin Laoqi replied: "Master, the cavalry has already detoured to the seaside and is ready to intercept and kill at any time!"

"Okay! Not a single pirate is allowed to escape today!"

Fang Xing gritted his teeth and said.

"yes!"

In the dark night, the enemy on the opposite side had already extinguished the torches, so they could only march by the moonlight.

In the dark night, Fang Xing and the soldiers behind him remained motionless like sculptures, quietly waiting for the arrival of the enemy army.

There is no sound of the waves, only the wailing of those few bugs around...

A long line was marching, and the leading man was dressed like a Japanese, but he only wore a pair of trousers because the night was too cold.

Glancing at Haimen Guard City from a distance, the man turned around and said to the man who seemed to be the leader: "It seems that the plan has succeeded, the people of Haimen Guard have all gone to Taozhu, those guest soldiers must be sleeping, we are going to get rich. "

The leader narrowed his eyes and said: "Once the raid is successful, we must resolutely disrupt the city's defenses. Setting fire is a must! Then... it will be a wonderful time for us to enjoy the wealth and women of Ming Dynasty!"

The man leading the way laughed and said, "That's for sure..."

But before he finished speaking, the leader stopped, touched the handle of the knife with his right hand, and asked, "What's in front?"

The man who led the way turned his head and looked at the shadowy wall in front of him, so he shuddered and said, "Could it be the night wandering god?"

"Go up and have a look."

The man leading the way was forced to move forward by the leader, retreating three times, and finally reached the front...

What's this?

The moonlight was beautiful at this time, the man lit a torch and leaned over to have a look.

Rows of sergeants, sergeants in armor, were looking at him coldly at this moment.

"There is...uh!"

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