On the tenth day of June, things suddenly became tense outside Chengde City.

Lei Ming stood on the bow of the ship and carefully observed Liang Jun's camp.

The terrain of Chengde is low-lying (now it is at the bottom of Wabu Lake), and it can be regarded as a smaller version of Xiapi.

The latter was surrounded by water, like an isolated island in the water, so Xuzhou Li Zhong gave up for a time.

Chengde is surrounded by water on two sides, namely the west and south sides of the city.

To the west of the city is water, and because of the low-lying terrain, the river here is extremely wide.

A small lake has been accumulated in the south of the city. Especially in the rainy summer and autumn, the reeds are densely covered with small boats, which is very convenient for sneak attacks.

Therefore, the more than ten thousand people of the Zuyue tribe were divided into two places, one in the middle of the city and one in the east of the city.

The water and land camps of the Jin army were located in the south and west of the city.

When attacking the city, the soldiers came out from Luzhai - unless there was really no space, the city wall could not be located close to the water and would be easily damaged by floods. Generally, there was a distance of at least two miles.

When defending, rely on the crossbows on the forts and naval ships to kill the enemy.

If the location of the water and land camp is chosen well, for example, the land camp is located on a protrusion extending into the water, then the navy can even sail to the front of the land camp, and the land camp will be difficult to capture, because when the enemy attacks the camp, it will not only face the front

In a forward strike, the flanks will also be covered by crossbows, and casualties will be greatly amplified.

Naturally, the newly arrived Liang Jun could not set up camp in the west or south of the city, so they chose the north of the city.

The night is getting darker, and Liang Jun's camp is still brightly lit.

The young men worked all night long, still digging trenches, building earthen walls, and erecting fences, as busy as tending to their own crop fields.

There was a gentle sound of paddling in the reeds ahead.

If you listen carefully, there seems to be nervous breathing.

The night in June is still very hot, the air is stuffy, and it feels like it will rain before it rains, which is very uncomfortable.

The chirping of insects and frogs disappeared, leaving only the sound of wood pulp churning the water, and the occasional clash of weapons - very slight, but so harsh in the silent night.

Lei Ming had a white cloth tied on his head and his whole body was in plain clothes.

The soldiers behind him and the dozens of nearby ships were all like this.

In the black, it might be a little conspicuous, but he didn't care.

The uncle died in battle and the whole army was defeated. In order to go back and explain it easily, they needed a justifiable victory, otherwise everyone would be unable to hold their heads high.

The boat slid gently, as light as a fallen leaf on the water.

When we drove into the reed marsh, everyone lowered their bodies, and the sound of pricking was heard non-stop.

The speed of the ship slowed down as the land was raised.

The boatman used wood pulp to push it into the mud at the bottom of the river until the boat anchored in a calm pool.

Bubbles overflowed from the bottom of the river, making a gurgling sound, and an unpleasant smell filled the surrounding air, but no one cared about this, everyone was waiting for the signal.

The process of waiting is anxious and even scary.

The sky was covered with clouds and thunder continued, but not a drop of rain fell. My clothes were wet and stuck to my body, and I couldn't see my fingers...

Everything makes people feel irritated and even want to yell to vent.

But no one dared to move.

This kind of small-scale raid has been practiced many times in the past battles against river bandits and barbarians. They knew where the key points were and even how to better disguise themselves, so they stayed calm as much as possible and waited for orders.

"Kill..." A burst of noise suddenly floated in the silent night.

There was a slight commotion in the fleet, which was quickly stopped.

"Kill the thief——" The shouting of killing became more and more fierce, mixed with the faint rhythm of drums and the whistling of crossbow bolts piercing the night sky.

Still no orders came.

Lei Ming's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the hand holding the handle of the knife was so slippery that it could almost drip with water.

Not far away, a cicada chirping could be heard from a tree growing on a sandbank in the river. After the increasingly violent shouts of killing came, the cicadas suddenly stopped chirping.

Ding Zhuang, who was working on the shore, seemed to have received the order. He stopped what he was doing and started to form a team.

This seemed to be a signal, and suddenly the sound of drums resounded throughout the river.

"Crash--" The water was flowing in the pool, and under the dim light of the fire, the silhouettes of the ships instantly shattered.

Tall reeds fell down one after another, and countless arrows flew out from the reeds, knocking down all the Liang Jun who were standing on the shore on guard.

"Kill the thief!" The boatman struggled to slide the boat. When he was about to approach the shore, he used an oar to prop up the boat and used the soles of his feet to push the boat sideways and lightly hit the mud bank.

The high-pitched shouts of killing instantly resounded through the night sky, and the black skirmishers rushed to the shore like a tide, where was the brightly lit Liang Jun camp. They came from a long way, and their footing was not stable, and they didn't even have time to set up camp.

This is a good opportunity for a night attack to dampen his spirit.

****

Qin San, the governor of Onobu, had just laid down with his clothes on when he was quickly called out.

Under the guidance of his subordinates, he quickly saw the enemy troops heading towards the shore.

Outside the shallow trench, hundreds of people were rushing towards their homes. They were being chased so hard that they were crying for their fathers and mothers. Under the light of the brazier, they were slashed down by swords like swords. Every time they landed, someone would be thrown to the ground.

The Fubing tribe that urged the people to work was also stunned by the surprise attack.

Some people turned around and ran away.

Someone shouted to stop Minzhuang from attacking our camp.

Some people called for their companions and tried to form a formation to defend themselves against the enemy.

But it was all in vain. A little resistance, caught in the overall defeat, had no effect at all.

"Trash!" Qin San yelled angrily and asked someone to wear armor for him.

Amidst the sound of Ding Ling getting dressed, his eyes were still fixed on the battlefield.

The sound of neat footsteps sounded from behind the trench.

It only took a few breaths for the three hundred soldiers to go from sitting on the ground to standing up and lining up. When they arrived at the east side of the ditch like a moving city wall, the mob on the west side had already poured in.

With almost no hesitation, the sword and shield men stepped forward to block the attack, and the sound of bows and strings sounded continuously behind them.

The dazed mobs were first hit with shields, chopped with swords, and then killed by dense arrows, and were quickly driven away.

The remaining people didn't dare to go any further and fled to both sides.

The common soldiers who came ashore were as powerful as a rainbow, chasing after them and killing them with great pleasure.

"Kill the thief!" This time it was Liang Jun who shouted.

After the first group of people shot the arrows, they hung their bows on their waists and drew their swords from their backs.

"Boom!" A thunder fell, lighting up half of the night sky instantly.

The three hundred left flying dragon guards all jumped into the shallow ditch and marched forward in a row.

On the west side of the trench, Prussian troops in twos and threes have jumped into the trench.

"Poof!" The heavy sword quickly slashed at the unsteady common soldier, and the screams were extremely loud, adding more cruel elements to this chaotic night.

"Dang!" The machete struck the armor, almost causing sparks to fly.

The body of the soldier who was hit jumped up, and he quickly slashed with his backhand. The heavy sword whizzed and struck the enemy's shoulder and spleen bones.

The sound of the sword cutting into flesh and the sound of bones shattering sounded almost simultaneously. The man flew up with a kick, sending the enemy in front of him flying away.

In the thick darkness, it seemed that one could still see the blood gushing out like a fountain from the necks of the enemy soldiers.

"Boom!" The second thunder fell, and the trench was almost filled with soldiers.

Their expressions were cold, there were obvious blood stains on their sword blades and armor leaves, and at their feet lay warm corpses that were still twitching.

More Jin soldiers surged forward.

They didn't know what was happening in front of them. The night gave them cover. They were night attackers. They had a psychological advantage. The enemy must have panicked and fled.

A more violent collision began at the edge of the trench.

Liu Ang, the leader of the Fubing team and son of Liu Ling, swung his sword and slashed horizontally. The powerful sword edge cut into the enemy's legs and feet. He almost felt the enemy's bones shattering.

The enemy screamed and fell into the trench.

Liu Ang stepped aside, but unexpectedly another corpse fell in front of him, knocking him to the ground.

In the chaos, someone had already stepped on him. He was so angry that he cursed, but no one paid attention to him.

The sound of screams falling to the ground was endless, and corpses fell one after another, almost filling the western half of the trench.

Liu Ang stood up with all his strength, stepped on the corpse and rushed forward.

"Boom!" The third thunder fell.

The armored warriors were already standing on the western edge of the trench.

Someone raised the heavy sword high, completely ignoring the wide opening of the middle door. They were completely risking their lives in a ruthless way. The blade was full of gaps and bloodstains.

Someone stabbed the enemy soldier who fell to the ground mercilessly. The armor leaves were covered with blood, and a piece of intestine seemed to be hanging on them.

The figures in the trench were looking longingly, and the sword blades and armor leaves shone brightly under the lightning.

The armored warriors almost subconsciously arranged their formation and lined up in a row.

The thunder disappeared, and heavy raindrops fell, extinguishing the remaining torches and extinguishing all the light.

Amidst the patter of rain, there were only the sounds of neat footsteps and the screams that came one after another.

Lei Ming stumbled and was driven back.

The blood is fading, the body is getting cold, and fear is welling up in my heart.

His ears were filled with the sounds of chaotic footsteps, panicked shouts, and screams of weapons being inserted into his body.
To be continued...