PNB Chapter 856: Zeng Fan is drunk
Chapter 856: Zeng Fan is drunk
The Qian army attacked the camp fiercely, while the Yan army inside continued to fire guns and arrows, attacking the enemy fiercely.
On the top of Kunlun Pass, Yuan Song saw this scene and murmured,
"Will the enemy not take the initiative to attack? An army of hundreds of thousands, with only 20,000 of them at the gate, is still able to remain calm?
It seems they are indeed planning a night attack."
However, at this moment, the door of the Yan army camp suddenly opened, and a black torrent rushed out from inside, killing through the Qian army's formation in one breath. After reaching the rear of the Qian army, it immediately dispersed to the left and right, blocking the Qian army's retreat and began to charge.
Seeing this, Yuan Song's face tightened and he said,
"Oh no! The Yan army isn't refusing to attack. They're trying to lure the enemy deeper into our territory and then outflank us. They're planning to eat us all in one fell swoop!"
At this time, the Qian army on the front line could not retreat even if they wanted to.
They were like lambs to be slaughtered, and the Yan army cut them like leeks, one after another.
Even if someone managed to escape, the Yan army's cavalry would quickly catch up and kill them with one blow.
It took an hour, from dusk to dark, and it was finally over.
All of Qian’s troops were killed.
After seeing this scene, Yuan Song sighed, braving the cold wind, tightened his cloak, and said,
"It seems that the Yan army will not attack the city tonight."
The deputy commander frowned and said,
"General, that's not necessarily true. The Yan army has a million young soldiers. The troops sent to the battle are less than 10,000. They still have many soldiers resting. What if they attack?"
After thinking about it, Yuan Song said,
“The Yan army has an absolute advantage in manpower, and it’s inconvenient during the night, so they will most likely attack us during the day tomorrow.
I'm also worried that they might attack at night, but what if they don't? If our soldiers endure the night, will they still have the energy to face the Yan army's onslaught tomorrow?
Just do a good job of defense.
Which regiment is on duty tonight?"
"Well...it's the Ninth Corps of the Ninth Army, and it's General Zeng Fan."
"Zeng Fan... this guy is okay, rough but meticulous, and he's also a veteran. Go tell Zeng Fan later to keep his eyes open at night and watch carefully to make sure nothing goes wrong.
If the Yan army attacks at night, give the alarm immediately."
"As ordered!"
"The Yan army has fire bombs. Prepare buckets of water on top of the city walls. If anyone approaches, pour water on them. Their fire bombs will get wet and won't ignite, so they won't be able to blow up our city gates.
If they were bringing artillery, it would certainly make quite a noise, and we would be able to detect it in advance."
"The Marshal is so thoughtful."
Yuan Song sighed and said,
"It's not possible to be inconsiderate. It's almost the twelfth lunar month. If we're not more considerate, we might not be able to make it through this New Year."
"The Marshal is too pessimistic."
……
night.
On the top of Kunlun Pass, Wen Qiong was holding a torch and patrolling back and forth at the city gate.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
"Xiao Wen, how's the inspection going?"
Wen Qiong turned around and saw Zeng Fan coming up behind him. He smiled and said,
“Don’t worry, General. We have done all the necessary defenses. It’s calm outside, and the Yan army is probably asleep.
Why aren't you sleeping? Is there something on your mind?"
"Concerns? My only concern right now is the Yan army outside."
Zeng Fan sighed and said,
"You probably haven't seen the soldiers returning from the front lines, but I have. In their eyes, the Yan army is not human, but demons and monsters who eat people without leaving any bones.
The Yan army fights recklessly, and there's no battle they can't win. I'm really worried that tomorrow morning, my head won't be on my neck anymore."
"Hey, what are you afraid of? The Yan army won't launch a night attack tonight. We'll be on duty tonight and won't have to fight tomorrow. It won't be our turn to die.
General, please follow me."
As Wen Qiong spoke, she brought Zeng Fan to the city gate tower.
Inside the house, there was already a table filled with delicious food and wine.
"What are you doing? The Yan army is right outside, and you still dare to drink? Have you forgotten how Liu Yong died? Have you forgotten that he was beheaded by the emperor because of drinking? You took over his job, so you have to follow his old path."
"Oh, my General Zeng, please sit down."
Wen Qiong pulled Zeng Fan to sit down, and regardless of Zeng Fan's dark face, she poured him a glass of wine, and then poured herself another glass.
"You also said that tomorrow morning, there's no telling whether our heads will still be hanging around our necks. In that case, why not have a couple of drinks to relax?
It’s not easy to bring this woman in, but the wine can still do it.
I know you're under a lot of pressure and feel depressed, so I asked my father to put a few jars of wine on the grain truck, just for you to relax.
The general has a huge drink, it's impossible for him to get drunk after just a few drinks, right?
Those on duty today are all brothers from our regiment, and no one will come back to complain. By tomorrow, the smell of alcohol will have dissipated, and these empty jars can be filled with water and placed on the top of the city wall, and no one will find them.
Come, I'll give you a toast."
Wen Qiong held the wine glass with both hands.
Zeng Fan was also a heavy drinker, otherwise he would not have indulged Liu Yong, who also liked to drink. At this time, he was also shaken, thinking that drinking a few glasses was nothing.
After all, it is not certain whether you can live to see tomorrow's sun.
If you can be happy today, you will be a happy ghost when you die.
So Zeng Fan picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Wen Qiong smiled and quickly tore off a large piece of cooked meat and handed it to Zeng Fan.
The two of them drank wine from big bowls and ate meat with big mouthfuls, but they were still not happy.
Before he knew it, Zeng Fan had almost finished drinking and said,
"Don't drink anymore, don't drink anymore. If you drink any more, it will cause you trouble."
"Have two more drinks. I haven't had enough yet, but you're already full? You're too modest, aren't you?
I am here to drink with the general today. If you don't enjoy the drink, you will chop off my head tomorrow when you think of this."
"Hahahaha, you make me so happy, how could I possibly kill you?"
"Then drink again. I will sacrifice my life for you today."
The two of them started shouting again.
During this time, other centurions came to check. Zeng Fan and Wen Qiong also asked them to drink and then asked them to continue watching outside.
By the middle of the night, a large number of soldiers on the city wall had fallen asleep, and Zeng Fan finally passed out drunk.
Wen Qiong breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that if Zeng Fan didn't get drunk soon, she would be in trouble.
He opened the door and walked outside, feeling the cool breeze to sober himself up.
Whether the Wen family can pass on for thousands of generations depends on tonight.
Fortunately, it was his turn to be on duty that night, and this tremendous credit would fall on the Wen family.
A quarter of an hour later, outside the dark city, a torch suddenly appeared and swayed back and forth.
"who?"
A soldier said in surprise.
Wen Qiong rolled her eyes at him and shouted,
"Why are you shouting? Can't you see our brothers are resting? That's our scout!"