The Three Kingdoms

He really wanted to know Pound's current actions, whether to break through or choose to surrender?

"Commander, according to what our scouts saw, the Wei army barracks in Qishan are shrinking their troops!" Mrs. Zhu Rong, the chief of staff, said with a pair of beautiful eyes, "It is estimated that they are about to break through!"

"Did Midang's surrender come to fruition?" Meng Huo asked after thinking about it.

As far as he knows, the main force under Pound's command is basically the Qiang army. At this time, Midang can be very useful. As long as Midang can win a few generals of the Qiang army, there is no need to fight this battle. up.

"no!"

Mrs. Zhu Rong shook her head and sighed: "I'm afraid their surrender failed!"

"Everyone has their own aspirations!"

Meng Huo thought for a while, but he was not overly depressed. He smiled and said, "Someone wants to die, so I can only fulfill him well!"

"Commander, are we going to directly attack the Qishan barracks now?"

"Wait a minute, the main force of our No. 14 Army fought repeatedly in the Longyou battlefield. It was already damaged a lot, and we had to keep troops to guard it. Now that we have entered two divisions, it is not appropriate to attack by force. In the battle of Xiliang, we The No.14 Army has made a lot of achievements, and the No.13 Army should be allowed to join, otherwise Shamoko will turn against me!"

Meng Huo shook his head and said in a deep voice.

The No.14 Army began to lead the army into Liangzhou, and fought bloody battles, from Hanyang to Longyou, all the way to attack the city and conquer the land, with great achievements, but there were also many casualties. The most important thing is that they cannot eat alone.

Meng Huo was able to become the king of the 36 caves of the Nanman, command the entire Nanman tribe, and almost dominate the southwest. Naturally, he did not only have that little military talent, but he also had some political wisdom.

The integration of the Nanman tribe into the Great Wu Dynasty is a foregone conclusion.

But as foreigners, there will be some gaps between them and the local Wu people, so the Nanman tribe needs allies, and Shamoke is a natural ally. They are both barbarians. Before the Qin Dynasty, the Nanman and Wuxi Man were still a family.

Only by forming a political ally with each other can they stabilize their tribe's position in the Great Wu Dynasty.

"Will Shamoko know how to fight?"

"Don't underestimate Shamoke. If we don't fight here, Shamoko will naturally understand what I mean. He will definitely attack with all his strength to take down Pound, and Midang will not just watch the battle, he will also fight with all his strength." !"

"Samoke tried his best, I believe, but he was confused..." Mrs. Zhu Rong was a little puzzled.

"You stand in his position and think!"

"I understand!" Mrs. Zhu Rong's beautiful eyes lit up: "Although the killing of the same clan is cruel, at least it can influence some tribal warriors during the battle and preserve the youth of their Qiang tribe!"

"That's right!" Meng Huo said: "Midang also understands this truth, so he will try his best to recruit the Qiang army, but if the surrender fails, he will use iron and blood methods to annihilate the leader of the Qiang army, capture the thief and the king, and destroy the Qiang army. These Qiang army leaders and the rest of the soldiers, he can rely on the name of Huangzhong Righteous Cong to recruit them smoothly!"

"This man is so shrewd, and he has the Qiang tribe in his hands. This tribe is stronger than our Nanman tribe. Will he become our opponent in the future!" Mrs. Zhu Rong raised her brows: "Huang Zhongyi from Sooner or later, he will be incorporated into the Wu army system, and when he fights with you, he will be a threat to the tiger, why not take advantage of this time and cut off some of his wings!"

In the Wu army system, Meng Huo still has a chance to climb up. It is not impossible for him to achieve the position of army commander in the future, but if there are too many opponents, it is better to suppress some.

"will not!"

Meng Huo narrowed his eyes slightly: "Madam, you worry too much about this issue. If Midang is smart enough, he will become my friend!"

"If he's not smart enough!"

"Then he doesn't deserve to be my opponent!" Meng Huo said domineeringly.

Mrs. Zhu Rong looked at Meng Huo's side face, smiled, and did not continue on this topic.

Although she is very smart, has military strategy, and is good at calculating, she will never become the king of the Nanman, because she lacks the courage of Meng Huo.

"I don't know what the Jieting battle is like?"

Meng Huo's eyes suddenly looked at the northwest for reassurance, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his head, and he reminded Mrs. Zhu Rong: "By the way, there is still a gap that we have to close, Chief of Staff, you will personally lead the No.40 Fourth Division." , dispatched to the direction of the north wing, and guarded the northwest corner of Qishan Mountain!"

"Are you worried about them breaking out from the northwest?"

Mrs. Zhu Rong raised her eyebrows, and she couldn't believe it: "That's a dead end. We are the main force all the way to the north. How can they go out!"

"There is no way to survive, let alone a dead end, even if there is a dead end, they probably have to make a breakthrough!"

Meng Huo himself was born in the southern barbarian tribe, he had the ferocity of the beasts in the mountains, and at the same time mixed this ferocity into the art of war, knowing the power that can erupt in desperate situations.

"Okay, I will lead the No.40 Fourth Division immediately!"

Mrs. Zhu Rong immediately understood Meng Huo's worry and nodded.

"Remember, set up a few beacon towers along the way, as soon as there is news, thousands of miles of beacon fire!"

Ancient battles are not modern battles with radios. Communications that are too far away will be very slow, but if it is within a hundred miles, there is another method of rapid voice transmission.

Beacon flames.

This is the wisdom of the ancients, and it is also the most common method of communication in this era.

"Yes!"

Mrs. Zhu Rong led the No.40 Fourth Army to the northwest, and tried their best to occupy the northwest exit of Qishan, a new official road newly established by Wu Jun.

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In the Qishan military camp, Pang De began to gather all the troops under his command. Before that, he was deployed in Qingluo Mountain, the southeast corner of Qishan Mountain, and the northeast corner of Qishan Mountain. All the scattered troops have been withdrawn one by one.

Now that he was trapped in a tight siege, he had to break the boat and fight desperately to fight his way out.

On this day, [-] soldiers of the Wei army and [-] Qiang soldiers formed a square formation of [-] elite soldiers in a huge school field in the Qishan military camp.

On a high platform, a black dragon battle flag was flying.

Wearing a black wind armor, a dark black cloak and a long sword, Pang De strode up to the high platform and looked down at the soldiers: "Boys, a very unfortunate news, we are surrounded by the Wu army!"

Breaking through is imminent, he must strengthen the soldiers' bloody fighting spirit, if they don't have morale, they won't be able to break through.

"Being surrounded?"

"how can that be?"

"We have tens of thousands of brave troops stationed here, how many soldiers and horses does the Wu army need to surround us?"

In the queue, many soldiers heard the news, their hearts were suddenly confused, and they looked at each other.

Not only the generals of the Wei army, but even the warriors of the Qiang people were a little restless. If it weren't for the burly and majestic body of their first warrior, Diantu, who stood upright in front of them, they would probably have started to be confused.

"The thieves of Eastern Wu have always regarded our great Wei as an enemy. Their methods are fierce and cruel. Once they capture our barracks, they will not give us a way out. For the present strategy, we can only break out by force!"

Pang De drew out the long sword at his waist, pointing the blade straight at the sky, his resolute face exuded a firm fighting spirit, and Lang Lang's voice filled with his powerful aura, which could be heard clearly by tens of thousands of soldiers: "I wish Take the lead and fight a bloody path for you, will you be willing to follow me to kill the world?"

"willing!"

"willing!"