Zhao Yun said: "I have asked the soldiers who are familiar with the situation in the army. Although the Yu Ai tribe is of medium strength among the six tribes of Baiyue, the number of young and middle-aged people cannot match our army, they are in danger and defending. We are all leading new people. If we attack head-on, we may suffer heavy losses."

Ye Yuan smiled and said, "So I have already thought about a plan to prevent them from defending the village gate, but this plan is extremely dangerous and must be done by fierce generals."

Fan Kuai hurriedly said, "I'll go!"

Ye Yuan smiled and said, "People who implement this plan need to learn two minimum Baiyue dialect. Fan Kuai do you think you can do it?"

Fan Kuai was stunned and said, "Then let Zhao Yun go."

Hearing his answer, everyone couldn't help but smile.

Ye Yuan looked at Zhao Yun sideways and smiled and said, "Do General Zhao dare to take this important task?"

Zhao Yun quickly clasped his fists and said, "I will never regret it even if I die!"

His words fell into the ground, and every word was as hard as steel nails.

He is often serious.

Serious expression, serious loyalty.

Unrivaled loyalty and righteousness in the world.

Yu Aishan, in front of the village gate.

Several young soldiers were patrolling on the wall of the village, holding weapons tightly in their hands. The murderous aura that was about to come made them feel nervous. Several old soldiers stood at the gate of the village, chatting leisurely at this moment, all of whom were half-closing their eyes, like dormant cheetahs.

A faint figure appeared in the distance, staggering towards the village gate: "Report quickly... Yueman has already..."

The old soldiers couldn't help but be stunned. Unexpectedly, the Vietnamese army came so quickly. A leader quickly took an arrow at the informant and said coldly: "Don't move forward first, report your name, I'll check it, and then you go to the village and report this time well..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the informant who had fallen to the ground.

The informant's clothes were covered with blood, and a feather arrow was inserted into his right chest. He looked weak and said breathlessly: "I'll notify you and be on guard...there are more enemies than expected..."

Before he could finish his words, he fainted on the ground.

The old soldiers guarding the gate couldn't help but look at each other, and then the leader waved his hand and said, "Hurry him in, I'll report to the acting patriarch now."

The two old soldiers hurriedly helped the informer and led him all the way to the village gate.

The informant recovered a little more consciousness, pressed the feather arrow on his chest with one hand, and called the leader at the same time, and said intermittently: "Actually, there is another very important thing..."

The leader had to turn around and asked, "What else is there?"

The informant smiled and suddenly pulled out the feather arrow from his chest. He turned his hand and pierced the throat of the old soldier on the left. Then he sucked the spear in the other party's hand. A backhand penetrated the waist of the old soldier on the right. Then he looked at the shocked leader and said, "You have lost."

It turned out that he was not injured by the arrow at all, and the arrow was always pressed by him on his right armpit.

The leader was startled and immediately raised his spear to the reporter: "Enemally attacked! It's an enemy attack!"

The informant easily avoided the opponent's attack with a slight mistake, and at the same time snatched the spear in his hand. The moment the opponent and himself passed by, he turned his backhand through the throat of the head from behind.

The leader fell to the ground, and blood flowed out.

Just an inconspicuous move, an old soldier died on the spot.

The one who reported the news stood with his hands behind his back, just like a magnificent god of war.

The sound of yelling to the sky sounded behind him, and the soldiers of the Vietnamese army rushed towards the village gate from the hillside. As long as there was no village gate as a support for guarding the dangerous situation, Yu Aishan's defeat was obviously a foreseeable fact.

The soldiers Yu Ai obviously understood this and all held their spears and rushed to the informer desperately.

The informant stood proudly and said coldly: "I'll say it again. Since I stood here, this battle...you have lost!"

The soldiers of Yu Aishan did not answer, and they felt that there was no need to talk nonsense.

Because in their eyes, the person who reported the news was already a dead person.

The Shanyue tribe usually relies on hunting and killing wild animals for a living. They are very strong in their bodies, so they have always looked down on the Yue people who are often looted by them, not to mention that the other party is just alone.

They had only one idea at the moment, that is, the other party was obviously an arrogant lunatic.

However, they soon realized that they were the great fool.

In the moment of lightning, layers of blood bloomed, and the bodies of warrior Yu Ai fell to the ground, and a spear was inserted into the vital points of his body.

In fact, just a moment ago, these weapons were in their own hands.

But their own weapons are now the murderer who killed them.

The rest of the warriors Yu Ai couldn't help but look horrified, and they couldn't help but retreat. The informant was too fast and terrible. Even with the large number of people, they still lost their courage.

The informer was still empty-handed, but his expression was as arrogant as a general who commanded thousands of troops.

He looked cold and arrogant and said, "I'm going down to Changshan Zhao Zilong, who is not afraid of death, so I'll say it again, you have already lost this battle!"

Behind Zhao Yun was the Vietnamese army getting closer and closer, and their shouts of killing were all in their ears.

Standing in front of him was the warrior Yu Ai with a decayed expression.

So this battle has indeed been clear.

Luoji Mountain, mountain village.

A scorching sun is scorching the dry land.

Chief Yan Ben stood on the wall of Luoji Mountain Village, looking at the dense refugees in Yu Aishan below, unable to help but lock their eyebrows tightly, and even wiped the sweat beads on their faces.

Yu Aishan has been captured by the Vietnamese army, and he has already received this news.

If these refugees can escape here smoothly, there must be the enemy commander's hand secretly pushing, and the intention of the other party's move is actually not difficult to guess.

There are tens of thousands of refugees in Yu Aishan, and there are obviously other people's fine works. When the two sides are in a close relationship, they can turn against each other and quietly open the city gate.

Moreover, there are too many refugees, and sheltering them is undoubtedly a severe test for food reserves.

Moreover, if the people of Luoji Mountain see that Yu Ai Mountain Village is destroyed, these people are still safe and sound, their sense of crisis and tension in the face of war will inevitably be weakened, which will easily affect the morale of fighting to the end with the same hatred of the enemy.

A simple move can kill three birds with one stone.

Yan Benchang couldn't help but squint his eyes and re-recognize Ye Yuan's methods.

Since he took on the burden of protecting the parish, he has not dared to slack off at all. After knowing that the other party's commander was the recently famous King Wujiang of Yue, he has carefully collected information about the other party.

The King of Yue is very young, but it is obviously difficult to deal with.
Chapter completed!