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Chapter nine hundred and fifteenth fire

"This gate is too narrow-minded-" Zhang Wansheng muttered and entered the Song Camp first, but it felt something was wrong.

The entire camp is extremely wide, with tents, many houses and flat terrain. However, with the projection of stone throwing cars, the tents and houses collapsed in a mess, and all kinds of garbage and firewood were everywhere.

But, strangely, there are few corpses on the ground, and there is something wrong in the chaos.

"Is there too much firewood? There is something strange inside-" A hint of alert flashed across Zhang Wansheng's rude face. I'm just a baron and I can't die in this battle.

"Stop it all for me-" Nearly one-third of the camp entered the camp, nearly one-tenth of the people poured in, and Zhang Wansheng shouted quickly.

However, he was the commander of all the commanders, 2,500 generals, how could he command other battalions, and the commanders of all the commanders of all the other battalions, and how could he stop if everyone wanted to make a contribution?

"Damn it-" He quickly called out the military police team in his army and asked them to persuade the soldiers to retreat.

But now it is a great victory, and the military police did not understand and warned him not to delay the military orders deployed by Li, otherwise military law would be carried out.

Zhang Wansheng looked at everyone's head as if they were broken through by Shengli, and his face was full of helplessness. He quickly directed his subordinates to withdraw from the military camp, and then hurriedly retreated, asking to see Li Xin, who was commanding outside the camp and Li Democracy.

"Don't you like to grab credit the most? Why did you return it?" Li Xin looked at his appearance and said coldly.

"Deployment, report to the matter!" Zhang Wansheng bent over and shouted: "White Zhi rushed to the front and approached the catapult cart, he actually found that there were very few corpses of soldiers in the Song camp, and there were a lot of firewood? Even around the tent? There were reeds and dry firewood everywhere. Even if it was burning fire? There was no need to be so much? There was something strange here-"

"Are you asking me to retreat?" Li Xin frowned and looked at Zhang Wansheng? Seeing his confident look, "Are you really not able to resist along the way?"

"I dare to take my life assurance-"

"Come, let the followers turn? Others withdraw from Song Camp in time-" A deep look at Zhang Wansheng? Li Xin knew that his rough and delicate personality could not help but say in a deep voice.

"Here--" The generals and schoolmen on the side were quite disdainful and looked at Zhang Wansheng with jealousy. The entire military camp? Only his words were the only ones who made Li deploy and change the military order.

Many people are quite gloating. Now that victory is in sight, investors on their own side completely crushed the opponent, and even bombed for half an hour, and the family is not left behind? How could something happen?

After this incident, even if Li deploys love for him, his position as commander must have disappeared, and maybe even the Baron will be sent away.

Soon? The Tang army began to yell and withdraw their troops, and the sound was quite loud throughout the night.

Are you excited? Halfway through the trip? I thought the Song army was hiding in the back battalion of the central army? When I was about to catch it all in one go, I suddenly heard the sound of Mingjin and was shocked in an instant.

Many people were eager to make contributions and prepared to move forward regardless of their concern. However, the military police frowned and scolded the soldiers who were trying to move forward. If they really didn't listen, they would be the result of a knife and then stared at the officers.

Helplessly, after being targeted, the officers waved their hands, asked their soldiers to turn their directions and slowly retreated.

"What's going on?" Wang Shenqi, who was closely following the Tang army, was hiding in a basement made of stones. A large number of Song soldiers were curled up in a corner. They had already hid in the Tang army when they were preparing to cast the stone car.

In a few months, the entire camp had been perfected. Wang Shenqi, who was still scared of the catapult, dared not be lucky enough to be a target. He was not that stupid.

"The Tang army actually withdrew-" Wang Shenqi frowned. When he heard the scouts say that there were less than ten thousand people still there, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "Forget it, prepare to set fire. Today I want Tang army to know that we are powerful."

Then, the covers were opened in the corners of the Song camp, and many soldiers held torches, threw out sesame oil, and threw them away and ran away.

In less than half a moment, the fire in the entire Song camp rose in the wind and swept across the entire camp. It was April, and Yangzhou was already in early summer. The weather was dry and the plum rain had not arrived. In addition, there was a large amount of firewood, reeds, and oil placed hidden in the Song camp, and the fire rose sharply.

"It caught fire-"

Many Tang soldiers, even though they practiced a lot on weekdays, had their instinct to survive in the face of the haunted fire, making them unable to wait to run around, leaving behind all the burdens, weapons, armor, money, and obstacles in front of them - companions.

Trampling on and killing each other is to find that way of life.

No matter how fierce the fire is, it will not be as 10% of the burns.

This has nothing to do with military discipline, practice, morality, and human fear of fire, which has formed an instinct.

Even if the military police hinder it, the fear of the past will disappear. If you don’t live, you will not be punished.

The military discipline was gone, and the soldiers escaped frantically.

After running wildly, everyone discovered that only the fire near the camp gate was small, so they turned around, trampled, and slashed, and even more.

"So, the door is strong and narrow, for this purpose..." Zhang Wansheng muttered in his heart, looked at Li Xin, and felt that the whole atmosphere had dropped to extreme cold.

Li Xin looked at the Songying in front of him and witnessed all this with his own eyes. Tens of thousands of Tang soldiers' survival and deaths were filled with a cold breath. No one dared to say a word, for fear of becoming a punching bag.

"Let everyone do their best to rescue--" Li Xin remembered in a low voice. The moment he saw the fire, he knew the result.

"Here-" The others left immediately, feeling relieved.

"Zhang Wansheng, you are very good--" At this time, only Zhang Wansheng received a compliment.

Feeling the jealous gaze of his colleagues, he did not dare to be proud and could only bow his head to respond.

Li Chuyun, who was already sad in Yangzhou City, saw the fire rising into the sky, and instantly understood the general and said happily: "No wonder General Wang curled up in the military camp and did not go out of the field to fight. No wonder he needed so many stones. It really makes sense-"

"It's not a big mistake for General Wang to conceal this way. The Shooting Sound Mechanism has great magical powers and he is in the gap. If he doesn't hide it, he is afraid that this trick will not be used."

The deputy general said happily.

"That's the reason!" Li Chuyun nodded and agreed: "Some people have been trembling in their meals these days, afraid of being poisoned. This sound archery department is too hateful."

"This time the military camp was burned, the southern country lost at least five or six thousand people, and even fewer troops. This half of the besieged city was useless."

That night, Wang Shenqi hid underground. Listening to the soldiers' comments, he was quite happy. This battle would definitely make him famous all over the world and Li Xin was given a warning.
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