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On the night of September 16th, 45,000 soldiers of the Wu Feng Camp were stationed in the mountains of Liudao Ridge, more than a hundred miles west of Pingjiang.

At the end of autumn, the surrounding mountains and fields still appeared peaceful, but a depressed atmosphere permeated the military camp. The Wu Feng Camp was one of the weaker forces in the Wu Dynasty army, originally stationed in Jiangxi and other places with the basic task of farming and suppressing bandits. A significant number of the soldiers were farmers. After the reform in the Jianshuo era, the status of the army was elevated, and the Wu Feng Camp strengthened formal training. Gradually, the elite troops began to have the capital to bully the villagers – this was also inevitable in the army's struggle with the civil officials for power.

The increase in the army's strength and the several frictions with the local gentry and civil officials laid the foundation for Yu Gusheng to become a local tyrant. In all fairness, for more than two hundred years of the Wu Dynasty, the status of generals had been continuously lowered. The past few years were the most comfortable time for Yu Gusheng.

When the Wu Dynasty collapsed, he understood that the situation was stronger than people, so he led the army to Jinghu South Road. Of course, he had the idea of ​​finding a way out in this earth-shattering change. However, the soldiers in the army might not have such high spirits.

Some soldiers still couldn't believe that the Wu Dynasty had lost power and the Jin people were commanding the army. The soldiers were worried and afraid that a large amount of money and food after the autumn harvest would belong to the Jurchens, and that they would be driven to fight the Black Flag. Although the military had been strictly rectified during this period, and even many people had been beheaded and many middle-level officers had been replaced to stabilize the situation, as they moved forward, daily discussions and bewilderment were inevitable.

September 16th was just such a simple night. It was still more than a hundred miles away from Pingjiang, so there were still several days before the battle. The soldiers in the camp gathered in groups, discussing, bewildered, sighing... Some talked about the fierceness of the Black Flag, and some talked about the legendary wisdom of the Prince...

"Maybe... the Emperor will come back from somewhere..."

"We will besiege the Black Flag in a few days. They are desperate people who will tear off a piece of flesh from their opponents even if they die. If we really encounter them... let's save our own lives..."

Not long after the discussion, the camp entered curfew and rest time. Even though they were all worried, they each made their own plans. But after all, there was still some time before the war, and they could still sleep peacefully for a few days.

September 17th, dawn, Chou Shi San Ke (around 2:45 AM), the night sky was bright with the moon and sparse stars. The camp had completely quieted down, and only the wind sentry towers at the edge of the camp and the torches of the patrolling soldiers were wandering. On the southeast hillside of Liudao Ridge, under the crudely built watchtower, two figures silently sneaked over from inside the camp.

Soon, two guards on the sentry tower fell one after another.

At the same time, Chen Fan led a thousand-man team to the forest on the east side of Liudao Ridge. He hid in the bushes, observing the outline of the military camp ahead.

Yuwen Feidu, carrying a long gun, was also crawling in the grass, putting away his telescope: "The people on the sentry tower have been replaced."

Chen Fan nodded, then looked up at the moon in the sky. Across this mountain ridge, on the mountain on the other side of the military camp, there was also a team of more than 6,000 people gazing at the moonlight in the darkness. General Ji Qian'er and Zhuo Xiaofeng, who were in charge, were calculating the passage of time.

On the southeast hillside, Chen Fan led the first team out of the forest quietly, turning towards the already replaced sentry tower along the hidden mountain ridge. The front was only a temporary camp. Although the placement of the sentry towers and observation points in various places was considered methodical, only here on the southeast side, with the replacement of the guards on a sentry tower, this road behind became a blind spot in observation.

Nearing Yin Shi (around 3:00 AM - 5:00 AM), Yuwen Feidu climbed the sentry tower, occupying the high ground. To the west, 6,000 Black Flag soldiers began to cautiously advance according to the planned plan.

The darkest moment of the night had arrived. Although there was a sudden sound of alarm - I don't know who shouted in the night. Then, a loud bang shook the mountain. A powder magazine on the side and rear of the military camp was ignited, and black smoke rose into the sky, and the air waves lifted the tents. Someone shouted: "Night attack!"

"The Black Flag is here!"

The guards on the sentry tower raised their telescopes. In the night on the east and west sides, figures were rolling in, and in the camp on the east side, I don't know how many people had entered the military camp, and the fire had ignited the tents. Soldiers who woke up from their sleep rushed out of their tents in panic, and saw flames flying in the sky. A rocket flew onto the flagpole in the center of the military camp, igniting the flag.

The explosion of the camp could not be contained.

The Battle of Jinghu began.

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On the morning of September 17th, Zhuo Yongqing and Qu Qing led the team towards Liudao Ridge. On the way, they saw several scattered soldiers. After catching them and asking them, they realized that the battle with the Wu Feng Camp had come to an end.

In the morning sunlight, the smoke of Liudao Ridge had cleared, and only the bloody smell remained. The supplies in the military camp were still intact. More than 6,000 prisoners were captured in this battle and were guarded in the mountain depression on the west side of the military camp.

After Zhuo Yongqing and Qu Qing arrived, several other teams arrived one after another. Chen Fan's team of more than 7,000 people suffered only a hundred casualties in last night's battle. Scouts had been sent out to request Zhu Jing of Juling County to send troops to collect prisoners and transport supplies.

A group of Chinese Army soldiers gathered on one side of the battlefield. Although they all looked happy, the discipline was still strict, and each unit was still tense. This was a sign that they were preparing for continued operations.

Zhuo Yongqing and Qu Qing participated in the subsequent combat meeting. In addition to Chen Fan, Ji Qian'er, Zhuo Xiaofeng, and other generals who originally belonged to the 29th Army, there were also several team leaders who came out of the southwest earlier. Except for "Honest Monk" Feng Zhen, an intelligence peddler, who was still active outside, half of the teams sent out before the New Year had now moved closer to Chen Fan.

Chen Fan, who is now the Deputy Commander of the Chinese 29th Army in name, but actually fully manages the Miao Frontier military affairs, is a middle-aged man approaching forty. His appearance does not show much aging. He is usually calm and even a bit lazy and sunny. But at this moment after the war, his armor was stained with blood, and his face also carried a fierce aura. If there were any old people who had participated in the Yongle Uprising here, they might find that Chen Fan's temperament on the battlefield was somewhat similar to that of Fang Qifo back then.

After roughly washing his hands and face, Chen Fan shook off the water stains on his hands and rubbed his palms, asking someone to place the map on the confiscated table.

"...Last night, the camp exploded, and most people fled to the east. Yu Gusheng and his son took thousands of people, and we are sure they went to the northeast. Guo Baohuai is a hundred miles away, with 50,000 men under his command. Fighting him might be slightly stronger than Yu Gusheng. Then there is Li Touhe, who is farther to the southeast, with a total of 100,000 men in the two groups."

He tapped his fingers on the map a few times.

"...Before Yin Shuke arrives, defeat them first."

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Feng Zhen rode his horse eastward all the way. In the afternoon, he arrived at an abandoned village in the mountains east of Pingxiang. People and horses had already gathered in the village.

He was fat and full of flesh. He and his horse were exhausted after riding all the way here. When he arrived near the abandoned village, he did not rashly enter. Panting, he went up the back mountain of the village. A middle-aged man who looked depressed and looked like a hardworking old farmer was already waiting here.

"Comrade Feng, you've worked hard." The other party looked miserable, his voice was not loud, but the address after he spoke was quite formal. Feng Zhen saluted him, but did not dare to be negligent. There are many outstanding people in the Chinese Army, but there are also some unadulterated lunatics. The person in front of him is one of them.

This man's name is Tian Song. He was originally a blacksmith in Bianliang, hardworking and simple. Later, he was captured to the north during the Jingping disaster, and was rescued from the north by the Chinese Army. Although his appearance looks miserable and simple at this time, Feng Zhen knows how ruthless this person's methods are when he really kills enemies.

After the two chatted for a few words, they walked towards the foot of the mountain. When they reached a hidden mountain ridge halfway up the mountain, Tian Song sent away the guards arranged here, took out a telescope and handed it to Feng Zhen. Feng Zhen looked at the village below, and saw that many people in the village were wearing Jurchen armor.

Tian Song took out a small picture album from his arms: "There is no problem with the armor. 'Little Prince' has also been arranged. This plan has been prepared for several years. When Wanyan Qingjue was mining in the mountains, Xiao He has been imitating it. This time, it seems that there will be no major problems. Comrade Feng, if the plan of the 29th Army has been decided..."

His words were low and even a little weak, but only from the deepest part of that tone could Feng Zhen hear the enthusiasm contained in the other party's voice. He saw the "Little Prince" in the crowd below who was giving orders, and after watching for a while, he spoke.

"There have been arrangements for Guo Baohuai. Theoretically, we should fight Guo Baohuai first, and then Li Touhe. Commander Chen hopes that you will act according to the circumstances and take action when you are sure. What needs to be considered now is that although Little Prince was stared at by Senior Fulu and the others as soon as he set off from Jiangzhou, we don't know how long they can entangle them for now. If you arrive at Li Touhe first, and the Little Prince is alert and sends someone, you still have a great risk."

"Yes, that's right." Tian Song nodded beside him.

Feng Zhen sighed in his heart. He had traveled in the Jianghu all his life and had seen countless desperadoes. Most of the slightly normal ones would say the principle of "seeking wealth and risk," and the crazier ones would say "it's worth it." Only people like Tian Song looked sincere, and probably never considered the risk he was talking about in his heart. He said: "Everything is still up to your own judgment, act according to the circumstances, but be sure to pay attention to safety and try to take care."

"Of course." Tian Song nodded, a calm smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and said, "We will take Li Touhe's head."

After explaining the matter, it was approaching evening. The leader of the team, who looked like an old farmer, walked towards the abandoned village. Soon after, this team composed of "Little Prince" and martial arts masters would set off in the direction of Li Touhe in the southwest.

Feng Zhen got on his horse and continued to rush in the northeast direction. Fulu was leading a group of green forest people and Wanyan Qingjue's entanglement was still continuing. Before Wanyan Qingjue realized that the situation was not right, he was also responsible for making the water even muddier.

At the same moment, Yu Gusheng and Yu Mingzhou's defeated army, who were fleeing for their lives, had made contact with the scouts sent by Guo Baohuai.

Over the past few years, the various plans and hole cards that the Chinese Army had woven were gradually being revealed.

In September of the eleventh year of Jianshuo, with the gradual collapse of the Zhou Dynasty. At a time when many people had not yet reacted, the Chinese 29th Army, with only ten thousand troops in total, led by Chen Fan, rushed out of Changsha and marched east with only half of its forces, opening the prelude to the entire Battle of Jinghu.

At the end of September, more than 100,000 troops collapsed at the first touch in front of Chen Fan's 7,000 Chinese Army. The battle line was directly cut into the hinterland of Jiangnan West Road by Chen Fan in a fierce posture.

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