The night wind was chilly.
　　If it were in Beijing, according to the current solar terms, it should be a warm spring breeze and beautiful scenery with blooming mountain flowers.
　　It's a pity that no one has time to miss their homeland.
　　After restoring the original configuration of the Imperial Camp's Central Army Food Transport Team, He Chengfei grinded his back teeth and looked at Lord Zheng and Lord Zhang who had caught up with him on horseback not long after he left the city. Lord Zheng
　　had a blank expression on his face and was still riding on his horse. Because his appearance was different from his inner self, in such a desolate place, he looked like a piece of frozen sugarcane in the snow, cool and sweet, with the eight characters "can't be carried on the shoulder, can't be lifted by the hand" written all over his body.
　　Commander He glanced at his bandaged hand, and thinking of the arrow that flew out, he felt his teeth sour even more, and turned his head to look at Lord Zhang.
　　Zhang Jianqing tightly grasped the reins, his face a little nervous, his hands clenched tightly, and asked from time to time: "Is there really someone to pick us up?... Junzhi, I regret it a little, or I should..."
　　But when he thought that no one would see him off, Zhang Jianqing gave up the idea and let his horse get closer to Zheng Yuheng.
　　The team approached a wide dirt road between the two peaks.
　　In the dim moonlight, Zheng Yuheng's sight passed through the torches in the team and looked far away at the end of the dirt road - there, they would soon reach a place with the back against the Dahan River and a very wide field of vision on both sides, and it would take time to cross the river.
　　If it goes as expected, Zhuli Alitai will wait in the open area, let the cavalry play the greatest effect in such a place, just like driving cattle and sheep to surround and swallow this team by the river, and pry information from this group of people, and tighten all the supply routes of the five roads of the river pass.
　　In this case... there should be scouts on these two peaks to investigate the situation, right?
　　Zheng Yuheng controlled his sight so that it would not be too obvious, but his heartbeat was getting faster and faster. With the landing of the horse's hooves, the heartbeat almost drowned out the clattering footsteps, because at this moment, they should be exposed to the enemy's sight.
　　In addition to Zhuli Alitai's scouts, the general's men were also looking out on the two peaks, but they were more hidden and silent, ready to wait for the opportunity.
　　But Geng Zhe was not like him, just with a strong heartbeat. General Geng was
　　even more eager than He Tongzhi, who was acting as bait. Because of the torches of the grain transport team, with his excellent eyesight, he could naturally see the figures of the civil servants inside -
　　if you want to blame it, blame Zheng Yuheng for being too delicate and difficult to disguise, otherwise it would be better to replace him with a soldier than for the two of them to come in person... No, why did Jiang Xiong let him out? !
　　But now that things have come to this, there is no time to grab Jiang Xiong by the collar and scold him. General Geng's face was stern. This thought only existed in his mind for a moment, and then it was restrained and stagnated, entering the role of "hunter".
　　As the "bait" to lure the snake out of the hole, the "cicada" in the mantis catching the cicada, Zheng Yuheng could not sense the thoughts, strategies, and psychological changes of both parties at this moment, but he had a strange sixth sense... The gaze that fell on him, in addition to being emotionless and peaceful, seemed to have a stare that made people's hair stand on end and their hearts beat wildly.
　　It contained coldness, resentment, and pain, as if he was looking at a corpse.
　　Zheng Yuheng grasped the reins and did not sense anything on the surface, but with his intuition on this night, he could be 90% sure that Li Zongguang himself was around, looking at him from the mountains, the wilderness, or a distant and high slope, and next to this person might be the greedy, cunning and brave Jurchen cavalry.
　　He touched the bottom of his cuffs, where there was a short knife.
　　And this knife really licked the blood of the throat.
　　The torches were burning, and the empty grain carts behind them silently showed their mission of raising grain again.
　　Because of the large number of people, some people in the team disguised themselves as civilians. In fact, they were not wearing cotton under their thick cotton-padded jackets, but armor. The horses tied to the carts could also be untied at any time to release the power of the horses.
　　"Junzhi..."
　　"Zimo." Zheng Yuheng finally spoke, "If there are stray arrows in a while, hide behind the carts and horses."
　　Zhang Jianqing was stunned for only a moment, then nodded and said hurriedly: "It will be soon-" "
　　Coming." He said.
　　As Zheng Yuheng spoke, Zhang Jianqing immediately turned his head and looked forward.
　　As he walked out of the shadows of the two peaks, on the desolate wilderness where the sound of the rolling river could be heard, the sound of horse hooves and the rumbling of chariots sounded on the left, the collision of weapons and armor, the heavy shadows, and the torches surrounded him, like layers of suffocating nets.
　　The night wind roared. The flags with the words "Bei Su" written on them could not be seen clearly, but their waving shadows could be seen, like a huge claw piercing the night, covering them as the "net" approached.
　　The cavalrymen wore armor and furs, their hair was shaved in various styles, and they spoke rough and loud barbarian languages. Under the white light of spears, swords and flames, these vassal cavalrymen laughed and almost crushed them with a certainty of victory.
　　There were no archers, and they wanted to capture them alive.
　　Almost the next moment after this scene came into view, all the soldiers in the imperial camp had drawn their swords from their waists. Commander He turned around and blocked Zheng Yuheng and Zhang Jianqing behind their horses. The entire grain transport team changed in a very short time, surrounding the two supervisors in the middle. The soldiers pretending to be civilians drew their strong shields from the bottom of the cart covered with grass, forming a defensive formation that prevented the opponent from causing effective casualties immediately.
　　At the same time as the feudal cavalry charged head-on, two blazing torches stood up from the two peaks and waved twice in the night sky. In an instant, a loud war drum sounded, accompanied by a drumbeat that almost broke people's eardrums. In front of the river beach, to a place that was invisible to normal human eyesight, countless identical torches and flags were raised...
　　Along with this signal, firearms, swords, and armor formations also lit up!
　　"It seems we have to hope that General Geng will climb the hill and raise the flag quickly." Zheng Yuheng looked at the Beisu flag in the distance, "Such a large-scale night battle will not last too long... The art of war says to surround the enemy with ten. To be on the safe side, the 20,000 men of the Sixth Prince are probably a real number."
　　"My ancestors, why are you still analyzing these things at your time?" Zhang Jianqing, who was surrounded by the crowd, was at a loss, his whole body was stiff and cold, and he felt his blood was flowing backwards. "You and I are just a bait for the traitor Li Zongguang to recognize! If we have the time, we should pray to the general to be very powerful and capture the Sixth Prince directly from behind. Isn't that more useful than anything else?"
　　Zheng Yuheng said, "Speed ​​is the essence of war. The general ambushed us one step ahead of us. The gap has been torn open from the back a long time ago. The first wave of cavalry that rushed into the formation and surrounded them may not be able to retreat."
　　"What do you mean?" Zhang Jianqing asked.
　　"It means," Zheng Yuheng paused, "the only way is to rush in front of us, break up the team of the imperial camp, jump into the river and swim back to Youbei, and there is still a glimmer of hope."
　　Zhang Jianqing felt his scalp tingling.
　　Just like responding to Zheng Yuheng's remarks, after the sudden change, those laughing cavalrymen smelled the abnormality of the battle situation, and their laughter was strangled in their throats, but their momentum of rushing down did not change at all.
　　If they did not come out, the other soldiers of the Sixth Prince would also be suffocated to death on this hillside.
　　Zhuli Alitai did not choose to block the road between the two peaks, just to avoid becoming a live target for others. However, even if he adopted a safer encirclement, he still felt that the troops far superior to them were revealed at this moment.
　　Zhuli Alitai, that is, the young Sixth Prince, had hardly suffered any major defeats since he took charge of the army, except for the battle in Lizhou City a few days ago. He wanted to lead his 10,000 cavalry and 10,000 regular soldiers to cut off the food supply and attack the Yin army from front and back. However, at this moment, as a military leader, he quickly smelled the ominous taste of defeat.
　　"Stop for me." Alitai said to the messengers on both sides, "People behind, withdraw your troops. Turn around and withdraw your troops if you are one hundred feet away. Leave immediately!"
　　"Sixth Prince," one of them said, "We can't withdraw. The main road we came from the riverbank is blocked by people. The one leading the troops is Gao Chengye, the commander-in-chief of the Yin army."
　　"How many people?!"
　　"At a glance, there are also tens of thousands of households..."
　　Zhuli Alitai's face was gloomy. He drew his knife and turned to look at the Yin people sent by Li Zongguang to negotiate. He raised his knife and fell, and a big head with wide eyes and a mouth rolled down the slope.
　　"This thief deceived me!" He said angrily, "If he escapes today, I will kill him!"
　　After that, he turned his horse's head and fled to the back.
　　Although the commander fled in panic, the flag was still there, so most of the cavalry had not yet lost their morale, thinking that the Sixth Prince was supervising the battle next to the flag.
　　Under such "flag supervision", the first wave of cavalry who rushed down naturally knew that they would definitely die if they turned back. The Sixth Prince's supervision team was more efficient in beheading than the Yin army in killing people. There was still a glimmer of hope ahead, so they ran straight into the armor formation.
　　There was only the extremely harsh sound of weapons crossing, one after another, shockingly sounded.
　　The sound was so close that it seemed to pierce into the flesh in the next moment. Zhang Jianqing could no longer hold the reins and was so scared that he almost fell off the horse.
　　Zheng Yuheng supported him and looked at the sharp swords of the armored soldiers in front of him. The next moment after the armor formation was held up, I don’t know which Beisu cavalry moved the long/spear away, moved it between the two shields, and pierced into the gap between the armor.
　　With a muffled sound of "puff", a shield-holding soldier who was only three or five steps away from the two men spurted blood and fell down like mud. At the same time, the Beisu cavalryman who pierced his body and held a gun was also knocked down by He Chengfei and stepped on by the horse's hoof.
　　This is like using a hammer to hit a turtle shell. Even if it fails to crack at once, it will be smashed into rotten meat sooner or later. No matter how
　　fast the battle is going on the general's side, can it be as urgent as this side?
　　"Get out of my way, you wild rats!"
　　Just as Commander He stood in front of the two men again and shouted loudly in a powerful voice, a feather arrow suddenly broke through the air -
　　this arrow did not come from the front of the cavalry, but was shot from the back. Except for Zheng Yuheng, whose hair stood on end and the warning sounded wildly, the rest of the people had almost no defense behind them.
　　Zheng Yuheng had no time to explain, and even his brain did not react so quickly. Instead, his body took the lead and instinctively drew out the short knife from his sleeve and slashed at the center of He Tongzhi's back! A
　　tooth-grinding hissing sound rang out, and he actually hit the flying feather arrow. The weapon blocked the arrow with a clang, and an arrow fell down.
　　Half of Zheng Yuheng's arm was numb from the shock. He turned his head and saw several horses and a few very rare people standing on a mountain peak about 30 feet high, shooting bows and arrows at him.
　　A chill jumped up his back, and his brain had almost no room to turn. Just relying on instinct and intuition, he stretched out his hand and grasped the mulberry wood bow and three feather arrows handed to him by someone next to him.
　　Obviously, during the night of escaping from the camp, someone remembered the archery skills of this young Zheng.
　　The wind was howling, and there were countless sounds of fighting all around. Armor and swords made loud crackling sounds. In such a complicated, chaotic, and even extremely dangerous situation, Zheng Yuheng turned a deaf ear and stretched out his hand to draw the bow.
　　He did not judge carefully.
　　But in his intuition, he thought that the man standing in the center without a horse must be Li Zongguang himself!
　　This man was bloody and cruel, and he wanted to pull out his tendons and bones. There was no need to distinguish him at all.
　　The two men drew their bows and looked at each other, and let go almost at the same time. Due to the urgency of the situation, Zheng Yuheng almost shot an arrow by instinct.
　　The next moment, the sound of breaking through the air was almost immediately approaching.
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