"What's going on? It's not the appointed time yet. Why did Ziyuan launch the attack in advance?"

Bright flames illuminated the night sky, and a dim smoke could be vaguely seen dozens of miles away. While Sun Ce ordered his troops to prepare for departure, he looked anxiously at the distant fire.

"Bo Fu, hurry up! Let's go!"

Zhou Yu ran over in a hurry. He walked up to Sun Ce, spread out the map, repeatedly tapped a place on the map with his finger, and said eagerly: "Here! We must get here right away."

Sun Ce took the map and saw that it was a mountain forest between Wu Jun and Wang Lang's camp. If you were in a hurry, this could be said to be a place where both armies must pass.

He was stunned for a moment and said in confusion: "Gong Jin, shouldn't we go to Wang Lang's camp to rescue Ziyuan and the others now?"

"hehe"

Zhou Yu put away the map with a mysterious smile on his face: "Bo Fu, why do you think Zi Yuan launched the attack in advance?"

Sun Ce hesitated, this was what he couldn't understand.

He looked at Zhou Yu awkwardly, knowing that he would definitely answer his questions.

"Because Ziyuan has to do something more important and can no longer cooperate with our original plan. So he must launch the attack one day in advance to inform us that the situation has changed."

Zhou Yu's eyes were sparkling. He pointed to the luminous place in the distance and was very excited: "Look carefully at this smoke. What can make such thick smoke?"

"Grain and grass!" Sun Ce exclaimed as a chill rushed from his back to his head.

"If you know it, act quickly!" Zhou Yu patted Sun Ce on the shoulder, took the reins from the soldier, and jumped onto the horse.

Sun Ce hurriedly mounted his horse and chased after him: "But if we don't rescue them, will Ziyuan and the others be fine?"

Zhou Yu laughed and said: "Wang Lang has only two options left now. If he breaks the boat and wants to rush into Wu County and live and die with Yan Baihu, I'm a little afraid of him. If he wants to retreat to Kuaiji, where can he find it now?

Ziyuan's trouble is just that he is running away in a hurry, for fear that we will pursue him."

"Wujun is ours!"

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Looking at the thick smoke in the distance, Wang Lang was anxious.

"Hurry! Hurry up!"

Wang Lang shouted, as if shouting like this would really make his soldiers speed up.

How is that possible?

There are 3,000 defenders in the granary!

How many enemy troops have reached our rear?

What are the scouts doing?

Wang Lang now wanted to catch the scouts one by one and beat them up. He was so angry that he even wanted to kill people, but he knew that the most important thing now was to rescue the granary.

However, looking at the raging fire and billowing smoke that lit up the night sky, Wang Lang was filled with despair.

"Lord, look!" a soldier suddenly shouted.

Wang Lang followed the sound and saw that there were about 100 people running towards this direction on the road ahead. Not long after, they arrived in front of Wang Lang.

Xu Gong's disheveled hair and ragged clothes looked like a beggar. He crossed the black figures, knelt down in front of Wang Lang's horse and cried loudly: "My lord, it's over, the food and grass are all gone!"

Guessing is one kind of mood, knowing clearly is another kind of mood.

Wang Lang suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, his body swayed, and he almost fell off his horse.

He slowed down and jumped off the horse, with a ferocious expression on his face. It couldn't be said to be angry or disappointed, or maybe he couldn't tell what he was feeling.

With a "clang" sound, he drew out his sword and prepared to stab Xu Gong to death with one strike.

Xu Gong didn't beg for mercy. He already knew the result. He closed his eyes and fell to the ground silently: "Xu Gong is guilty of death!"

Seeing that his most respected advisor was willing to die, Wang Lang paused. He held his sword and froze there, his body trembling again and again.

He glanced at the soldiers who escaped with Xu Gong. They were covered in blood. Many of their faces were smoked like black coal and their hair was singed. Looking at Xu Gong's appearance again, Wang Lang felt soft in his heart.

"Alas" Wang Lang let out a long sigh, and swung his sword to the side angrily, and a piece of dead wood broke in response, "Get up."

Xu Gong raised his head in shock, glanced at Wang Lang, then fell to the ground and cried: "Thank you, Lord, for not killing me!"

Hua Xin also sighed. Seeing that Wang Lang calmed down, he stepped forward and said, "My lord, the food and grass have been lost. There are only two ways now. One is to forcefully break through Sun Ce's siege and enter the city to join Yan Baihu. The other is to retreat to Kuaiji.

.Time is running out, so please make an early decision, my lord."

Wang Lang looked at Hua Xin, as if grasping the last straw: "Please teach me the military advisor."

Hua Xin lowered his head and clasped his fists and said: "My lord, Kuaiji is our fundamental place. If you give up the safety of Kuaiji and sit trapped in the city with Yan Baihu, you will die sooner or later. Not to mention, does Yan Baihu have the guts to let our 20,000 troops enter the city?"

It’s still unclear. Although Yan Baihu was abandoned during the retreat, the foundation of Kuaiji was preserved. We can still contact Zhu Zhi of Chaisang to jointly deal with Sun Ce.”

"Chaisang is also one of the six counties in Jiangdong, and Sun Ce's goal is to capture the entire Jiangdong! If the lord is defeated, the next target must be Zhu Zhi of Chaisang. As long as Zhu Zhi still wants to be his Chaisang prefect, he will definitely

I will no longer sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers. When he sends troops to attack Jianye, how can Sun Ce dare to attack Kuaiji? By then, things may turn around."

Wang Lang suddenly understood and said: "Let's go back to Kuaiji!"

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Watching Wang Lang's army at the foot of the mountain march hurriedly towards Kuaiji.

Gan Ning, who was hiding in the grass, looked at Ji Shu and asked, "Aren't we going to stop them?"

Ji Shu rolled his eyes at him and asked, "Stop? Just the 2,000 of us, with hundreds of wounded soldiers, are going to stop his 20,000-strong army?"

Gan Ning smiled coquettishly: "The battle just now was fought beautifully. I thought it was a tough battle, but I didn't expect to break through the enemy camp so easily. I don't understand why these guys are so inexperienced."

Ji Shu explained: "The first priority is to attack the city, and the highest priority is to attack the heart. Fear is always a soldier's biggest enemy. I will explain this move to you in detail when I have time."

Gan Ning poked Ji Shu in the stomach with his elbow and scolded with a smile: "I said you are fat, but you are still out of breath."

"Haha," Ji Shu said cheerfully, "Okay, we can't bite off more than we can chew. Let's burn Wang Lang's granary and force him to retreat. This is already a great achievement. If we fight again, I'm afraid I'll give Bo Fu his old man."

It’s all gone, let’s go back.”

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"Lord, there's a big fire in the south!"

"Lord, Wang Lang ran away!"

"Lord, Sun Ce is coming to attack the city!"

"Lord, what should we do?"

Just waking up one night, there was countless bad news. It seemed that the world had changed overnight, which made people panic.

Yan Baihu sat on his throne covered with tiger skin, showing no signs of joy or anger. There were only a few generals left in the hall.

Damn it, run away.

Yan Baihu was surprisingly no longer angry.

He felt that his heart was completely blank, and there was nothing left.

Sighing, he stood up, looked down at his generals majestically, and said: "If you don't want to leave me alone, go home. If you are not afraid of death, come with me."

After saying that, Yan Baihu grabbed the spear lying next to him and strode out of the door, leaving only a few generals standing there looking at each other in disbelief.

When a person is about to die, his words are good?

Yan Baihu laughed and laughed at himself. Since the death of his younger brother, Yan Baihu has not been in such a happy mood for a long time.

Walking outside the house, you can see wisps of black smoke in the distance, which must be the embers of the rockets attacking the city and the kerosene used to defend the city.

"kill!"

"Capture the Prefect's Mansion!"

"Take off Yan Baihu's head!"

Sitting on the stone steps in front of the prefect's mansion, the shouts of death were getting closer and closer, but Yan Baihu felt relaxed.
Chapter completed!