The soldiers stood shoulder to shoulder nervously, their eyes widened, and their hands clenched the handles of their bamboo spears.

Wei Shi ordered three people to carry a bamboo spear. The overall weight was bearable, which just made up for the weak strength of the village troops.

Wei Gong's face was ferocious, and he roared and ordered all the soldiers to march forward.

He, a commoner who was born as an Orion, was appointed by Wei Shi to lead the bamboo spear soldiers. This made his ambition to make achievements suddenly rise in his heart.

On both sides of the village soldiers' bamboo spear formation, there are two ice stone barriers piled up in two places.

This wall was built here as early as when Wang Zhong and Wang Xian occupied Junshan. The main purpose was to go up the mountain to rest and recuperate, and also for inspection.

After Wei Shi took over, he further strengthened the stone barrier.

At the same time, Lou Gui timely proposed the ice barrier plan, which is to boil water on the stone barrier, and then wait for the water to freeze to form an ice barrier. In this way, the smooth vertical ice surface is not only hard, but also

Very difficult to climb.

The ice barrier compresses the space, making the already small platform even more crowded.

And this just gave the bamboo spearmen an opportunity to focus on frontal thrusts.

The distance is twenty feet.

Fifteen feet.

Ten feet.

Five feet.

On the rocks above the platform, Wei Shi was condescending and could clearly see the movements of Wang Xian and other Cao troops.

"prick!"

Wei Shi's raised right hand quickly fell down.

"Two stabs."

"Three stabs..."

The two armies collided instantly, and shouts resounded throughout the valley. Cao's generals, wearing black armor robes and helmets, rushed forward desperately, hoping that the first wave of attacks could break through the obstruction.

Among Cao's troops, there were many strong men from the north. They admired bravery and were eager to kill the enemy and receive rewards for their meritorious service.

Therefore, when he saw the Bamboo Spear Formation appearing, one of Kong Wu's Cao troops roared and rushed forward with a group of soldiers under his command.

In his eyes, the country soldiers in front of him were just weak chickens, and it didn't take much effort to kill them.

Unfortunately, when he was only two feet away from the front row of soldiers, several bamboos in front of him poked forward at the same time.

"Well!"

Cao Junling groaned. Before the knife in his hand was handed over to the soldiers, there was a flower in front of him, and then a forest of bamboo spears stabbed his chest armor.

Although his life was safe for the time being, the bamboo tip still penetrated the gap between the two pieces, causing great pain to Cao's army.

What made him even more desperate was the coming war.

He saw with his own eyes that his soldiers struggled to swing away the bamboo poles and cut off the bamboo tips, but then their necks were pierced by the shorter but still extremely sharp bamboo.

"This bamboo is so weird." Soon, Cao Junjun, who had been stabbed in the ribs by a bullet, lay down on the cold mountain road with unwilling eyes.

Behind him were dozens of corpses of Cao's soldiers scattered everywhere.

Wang Xian's face was extremely ugly. If he hadn't had a sudden move just now, he would have been lying on the ground now.

This slightly spacious platform was originally an excellent place for Cao's army to rest midway, but now, with the ice barriers on both sides, Cao's army had no way to avoid the thrusts of the bamboo spears, and had no choice but to brave the gunfire and move forward.

"retreat!"

The loss was so great that Wang Xian could only yell out unwillingly and retreat in defeat.

If he ordered a strong attack without retreating, he would have to take the lead and rush to the front. However, the example of the tragic death of Cao's army was right in front of him, and Wang Xian felt timid.

He didn't think he was better than this strong man with a beard.

When Wang Xian retreated to the mountain road out of breath, he saw that the second wave of troops from behind had arrived.

According to Xia Houlan's order, another group of Nanyang bandits, Hou Yinbu, had already come up to kill them.

"Master Hou, you're here. Brother, I just stretched my muscles and started sweating. I'm tired and need to rest. Otherwise, I'll let you do this."

Wang Xian rolled his eyes, walked up to Hou Yin and said.

Hou Yin's short and stocky body was like a door panel. Hearing Wang Xian's words, the scar on his face twitched and he said: "Brother, are you worthy of Wang Xian? Your brother Wang Zhong is dead. The three major bandits of Nanyang have passed."

..."

"Before Mr. Hou came, he made a special trip to Wuguan and met with Mr. Liao's family. This time, Mr. Hou came to the inner country to see if there were any benefits."

"This Junshan Castle has become even more powerful after changing its owner. As for the great achievements, Master Wang Er should do it himself."

Hou Yin, the leader of the bandits, showed off his imposing manner and scolded Wang Xian unceremoniously. After that, he ignored Wang Xian and walked straight back to the bandits in Xiong'er Mountain.

The three major local bandits in Nanyang.

The brothers Wang Zhong and Wang Xian were cruel and caused the greatest harm to the town.

Hou Yin was relatively peaceful. The Xiong'er Mountain thieves only went down to collect the agreed grain, millet, and silk at the beginning and end of the year, and did not appear in the villages much during the rest of the time.

Comparatively speaking, Liao Hua, the Yellow Turban bandit, was the strongest, but had the strictest military discipline. His subordinates were mainly active in Nanyang, Zhongzhou, and Wuguandao in Hanzhong. By collecting protection fees from merchants in Guanzhong, Jingzhou, and Hanzhong, Xiao Hua was able to

The days passed happily.

When Hou Yin went to visit Liao Hua, he recognized Liao Hua as his eldest brother.

Different origins represent different classes.

Unlike Wang Zhong and Wang Xian who were purely thieves, both Hou and Liao had joined the Yellow Turban Tianping Dao earlier, Liao Hua was still a Fangxiaoqushuai, and Hou Yin was also a Yellow Turban warrior.

Over the years, the imperial court had carried out many encirclement and suppression campaigns against them. If it weren't for Funiu Mountain, the mountains of Shangluo would be more dangerous. On several occasions, they were almost annihilated.

In the eyes of Liao Hua, Hou Yin and others, Cao Cao, Liu Biao, and Liu Bei all represent the imperial court. Now they are competing with each other. When the war subsides, they, the local bandits, will face the end of being surrounded and suppressed.

In Xiong'er Mountain, food, fodder and baggage are scarce, and supplies are not easy. Hou Yin came here this time mainly because he wanted to gain some benefits from the chaos. As for the others, I'm sorry. Not to mention Xiahoulan, even if Xiahoudun came, Houyin was not the same.

fear.

At worst, he turned around and hid in the mountain, and no one could do anything about him.

After Wang Xian hit a wall with Hou Yin, he became more and more frustrated. It was no longer possible to attack from Jinding River, so he could only find another way up the mountain.

As a result, when he found a trail and wanted to climb up, he was ambushed by Wei Cheng and more than 20 hunters along the way. After a lot of trouble, Wang Xian was hit by an arrow in the thigh, and he almost lost his life in the deep valley of Junshan Mountain.

in.

The war ahead is unfavorable.

When Xia Houlan heard about the defeat, he was so angry that he cursed.

And just at this moment, new bad news came.

The Wei Yan Division of Liu Bei's Army, which had been repulsed earlier, re-emerged at some point and attacked Cao's rear baggage troops several times.

Xia Houlan's mood took a turn for the worse, and it couldn't be worse.

The decision to attack Junshan was made by him.
Chapter completed!