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Zhao Qinglan picked up a small wooden sign and placed it on the map, saying, "I suggest dividing the forces into three routes. You will personally command the main force and launch a frontal attack on the enemy troops at daybreak. I will lead an elite force to flank from both sides, weaken their flanks, and encircle them from the rear."
"At night, I will first disrupt the enemy's formation. The wind is blowing from the northwest at this time of year, which is favorable for launching a fire arrow attack."
Xiao Yan gazed at the map, then looked at Zhao Qinglan, "Younger Brother Zhao, are you confident about this plan?"
"Absolutely feasible," Zhao Qinglan replied with unwavering determination.
Xiao Yan nodded slightly, "Alright, then let's proceed with this method."
Their eyes met, and in each other's pupils, they saw a shared determination.
In preparation for the battle, Xiao Yan not only organized the main force, but also selected five hundred elite warriors to be commanded by Chao Qinglan. These soldiers are all skilled archers and courageous fighters.
"I entrust these five hundred elites to you. I believe you can accomplish this," Xiao Yan said firmly.
Zhao Qinglan leaped lightly onto the horse, brandishing his precious sword, and led five hundred elite soldiers towards the battlefield in the darkness of night. They were all tense, like a tightly drawn bow about to be released.
"Soldiers, listen to my command. Tonight, we will not take the main road. We will choose the shortcut through the mountains and launch a surprise attack on the enemy troops to rescue Yiyang!"
The soldiers broke through the enemy's defense with great morale.
Zhao Qinglan glanced back at Xiao Yan, and the two of them understood each other without saying a word. At this critical moment, they both knew there was no turning back.
"Depart!" The short but resolute command of Zhao Qinglan rang out, and five hundred elite warriors charged into the battlefield like sharp arrows.
Late at night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.
Zhao Qinglan leads five hundred elite soldiers to cross mountains and traverse through dense forests. Despite the rugged and difficult journey, she accurately guides the troops, carefully familiarizing herself with the surrounding terrain to find the best hiding place.
Finally, they quietly approached the besieged Yiyang City by the Northern Wei, concealed in the dense forest. The archers quickly formed their positions, drew their longbows, and shot arrows like rain, instantly knocking down dozens of enemy troops.
Zhao Qinglan cleverly utilized a hundred soldiers with whistles. Although their numbers were small, they blew the whistles in different directions, creating the illusion of being surrounded. Due to the blurred vision, with the Northern Wei Army in the light and Zhao Qinglan's side in the dark, the enemy troops fell into chaos and dared not approach easily.
Zhao Qinglan seized the opportunity, took out the small crossbow he carried with him, and applied fire oil to the arrowheads. He quietly instructed the soldiers, "Ignite the arrowheads when shooting, targeting the enemy troops's provisions and military equipment. Even if we cannot completely destroy them, we must inflict massive damage, making them reluctant to easily invade Yiyang."
"Yes, understood!" the soldiers nodded and began to act.
With Zhao Qinglan's command, the crossbow arrows were shot, instantly igniting the enemy troops' camp's food and supplies, and the flames soared into the sky, shocking the Northern Wei Army.
Zhao Qinglan quickly commanded the elite soldiers to retreat and set up multiple traps in the mountains and forests. When the Northern Wei Army discovered the situation, they hastily pursued, only to fall into the traps set by Zhao Qinglan, suffering heavy losses.
Due to the smaller size of Zhao Qinglan's forces and their expertise in concealment, their losses were relatively small. Furthermore, Zhao Qinglan took advantage of the strong northwest wind at night to cause extensive destruction of the Northern Wei Army's provisions and tents.
During the previous conquest of Yiyang City, the Northern Wei soldiers had been engaged in continuous battles day and night for some time, and they began to show signs of fatigue. Despite their relentless stone-throwing attacks, the lack of rest gradually slowed down the movements of the Northern Wei soldiers. As the night faded and daylight broke, Zhao Qinglan quickly issued orders for the remaining soldiers to plant war flags on Xianshou Mountain.
At dawn, Zhao Qinglan ascended the mountain top and looked down at the Wei army's camp, which surrounded Yiyang City with three layers inside and three layers outside, leaving no way for water to escape.
Zhao Qinglan wielded her sword with agility, and with one swift strike, the heads of the oncoming enemy troops fell to the ground. Another strike, and the battle flag of the enemy troops was cut off by her, the flagpole snapping with a thunderous sound.
"Listen, Wei army, I am Zhao Qinglan of Southern Qi, and I have come to rescue Yiyang!"
Wei army General Liu Chang was shocked to see the flags covering the Xianshou Mountain, unsure of the enemy's numbers. He divided his 100,000 troops and set up a strict defense north of the Huai River.
At this critical moment, Xiao Yan led a force of 10,000 troops to arrive. The sound of war drums shook the heavens and the earth, and the sound of battle horns pierced through the clouds, inspiring the hearts of the soldiers.
Yiyang City The soldiers were originally low in morale and filled with despair. But when they saw the rescue brought by Zhao Qinglan and Xiao Yan, they seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and their morale immediately soared, like a raging fire that burned more and more fiercely.
Xiao Yan immediately launched a fierce offensive with his troops, forming a pincer attack with Zhao Qinglan's elite forces and the soldiers of Yiyang City.
The sudden powerful attack caught the Northern Wei Army off guard, throwing them into chaos.
Seeing the enemy troops in disarray, Zhao Qinglan felt a sense of joy and nodded at Xiao Yan.
She led the troops to draw their swords and charge forward, agile and swift as if in a realm of no one. As she watched the enemy troops' flag teetering on the brink, Zhao Qinglan shouted loudly, "Gentlemen, fight with me and return victorious!"
The soldiers responded loudly, their morale greatly boosted.
Whether inside or outside the city, the Southern Qi army surged out like a flood, with soldiers wielding long spears and sharp blades, full of courage. They were like unleashed beasts, charging straight into the enemy formation, unstoppable.
Taking advantage of the chaos among the enemy troops, Xiao Yan led the main force to swiftly penetrate the enemy's position, striking down hundreds of them. In an instant, the Northern Wei Army seemed like a flickering candle in the wind, on the verge of collapse.
He was wearing a blue battle armor, holding a Bronze Sword, tightly gripping the hilt, with a few drops of unknown blood stains on his shoulders. He took a deep breath and then ordered, "Attack all forces!"
Following Xiao Yan's command, the allied forces surged into the Northern Wei's position like a tide, swords flashing and blood splattering. Xiao Yan's swordsmanship was extremely exquisite, each strike precisely severing the enemy troops' heads. Behind him, hundreds of enemy troops were beheaded, symbolizing the imminent victory.
Zhao Qinglan stood aside, amidst the chaos of battle, but her mind was unusually clear. She fixed her gaze on Xiao Yan and suddenly noticed a Northern Wei general, Liu Chang, charging towards Xiao Yan.
"Xiao, be careful!" Zhao Qinglan couldn't help but shout, as she swung her sword to block Liu Chang's attack.
"Thanks to you, Younger Brother Zhao," Xiao Yan turned back with a smile, but before the smile could fade, Zhao Qinglan had already flown forward to bear the sudden blow.
Wang Su, the vice general of Northern Wei, was leading the troops that were first disrupted by Zhao Qinglan and Xiao Yan. Seeing Zhao Qinglan saving Xiao Yan, he was furious and swung his sword down, shouting, "Kid, go to hell!"
The sword descended, and Zhao Qinglan was unable to dodge in time, getting struck by the blade. A gush of blood sprayed out, and she cried out in pain, her face turning pale.
Seeing this, Xiao Yan's heart ached. He rushed forward to shield Chao Qinglan, using his own sword to firmly block Wang Su's attack.
"You dare to hurt my people, take this sword!" Xiao Yan flashed a cold light in his eyes, the sword energy was rampant, and a sword pierced through Wang Su's heart. Wang Su let out a miserable cry as he fell from the horse to the ground.
At this moment, Zhao Qinglan gripped the sword handle tightly, pressing down on the wound with force. Although blood was still flowing, her gaze became even more determined.
Xiao Yan glanced at Zhao Qinglan, then turned to face the remaining enemy troops, shouting, "Why haven't you retreated yet? If you want to die, keep coming!"
Northern Wei Army At this point, chaos has set in, and people are in a panic. Seeing the deputy general fall, morale is completely lost.
Xiao Yan and his men take advantage of the situation and pursue the enemy. The soldiers of Northern Wei begin to scatter.
Upon seeing the situation, General Liu Chang of the State of Wei recognized the dire circumstances. His deputy, General Horse Falling, was no longer able to continue fighting and did not want to further deplete their forces. Considering the potential presence of the Northern Qi's army nearby, they chose to temporarily retreat.
"Retreat!" General Liu Chang of the State of Wei, seeing the unfavorable situation, immediately issued the signal to retreat.
However, Xiao Yan had no intention of letting them leave easily. Behind him, the taxi soldiers held long spears, their eyes determined as if nothing could shake them.
"Listen to my command, prepare to charge!" Xiao Yan's voice was calm and authoritative, befitting his status.
Following the command, tens of thousands of Qi troops surged down the hill like a tide. The Wei army was so nervous that they could hardly breathe. In just a few minutes, the Qi army broke through the first line of defense of the Wei army.
"No, at this rate, we will be completely defeated!" Liu Chang's face turned pale, and the tension in his heart surged like boiling water.
Wang Su was shaken and admitted, "I didn't expect Xiao Yan to be so difficult, and skilled in the Art of War's psychological tactics. It seems that this battle is not to be taken lightly." He wiped the sweat from his forehead and growled, "Northern Wei army, quickly retreat with me!"
The Qi army took advantage of the situation and pursued the retreating Wei army, reclaiming the land that was originally occupied by the Wei army. Over the next few hours, the skilled warriors of the Qi army captured thousands of Wei army soldiers with their exceptional martial arts and precise archery.
On the battlefield, the Wei army suffered a major defeat, and the field was dyed red with fresh blood. Liu Chang and Wang Su led the remaining soldiers in a chaotic retreat. They could only helplessly look at the devastation, feeling an endless sense of loss and regret.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yan stood on the battlefield, with fallen Wei army soldiers behind him. He seemed untouched by injury, his spirit still soaring. He smiled lightly and said to the soldiers beside him, "Clean up the battlefield, take the prisoners back, and prepare for further action."
The guards respectfully responded, but in their hearts, they had a deeper understanding of Xiao Yan's prestige.
In the Battle of Xianshou Mountain, two hundred thousand soldiers of the Wei army were defeated by one man. Xiao Yan rose to fame with this battle, and his name became synonymous with the heroic figure on the battlefield.
Later, the Northern Wei army, led by Wang Su and Liu Chang, hastily retreated and finally withdrew from the battlefield. Zhao Qinglan and Xiao Yan also took the opportunity to let their troops rest for a while.
"Younger Brother Zhao, are you okay?" Xiao Yan looked at Chao Qinglan with concern.
" Brother Xiao, I'm fine. It's actually you I'm worried about. You just fought with Liu Chang. Did you get injured anywhere?" Zhao Qinglan asked.
"I'm fine, thanks to you for acting in time," Xiao Yan smiled and then looked seriously at Zhao Qinglan, "You saved me just now, took that sword for me. When we get back to the camp, make sure to have the military doctor check it out."
Zhao Qinglan smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, this little injury won't kill me."
Xiao Yan lightly patted Zhao Qinglan's shoulder and sighed, "If it weren't for you, this battle probably wouldn't have had a chance of victory."
" brother Yan, you're too kind. Without your massive army pressing forward, we probably wouldn't have achieved such an effect so quickly," Zhao Qinglan replied.
Xiao Yan nodded, seeming to have something to say to Zhao Qinglan, but in the end, he didn't speak up.
Zhao Qinglan seemed to sense his hesitation and smiled, saying, "If you have something to say, just say it."
"I'm a little curious, why was it a good opportunity when Yiyang City was about to be breached?" Xiao Yan asked curiously.
"Because when people reach the bottom, they will have a chance to turn things around. Let me tell you a story. During the Northern Qi dynasty, there was a general named Lanling King. He was proficient in military strategy, using the right timing, favorable conditions, unity among people, precise terrain and wind direction judgment. With only Five hundred elite soldiers, he defeated an army of one hundred thousand," Zhao Qinglan said with enthusiasm.
"It sounds like quite a formidable figure, but why have I never heard of him?" Xiao Yan looked puzzled.
"Hmm? Strange, I remember he was also an outstanding figure in the Wei, Jin, and Southern and Northern Dynasties," Zhao Qinglan retorted.
"It's okay, I must have remembered it wrong, haha." Zhao Qinglan thought to herself, "It might take several decades before it appears in history."
Zhao Qinglan also felt helpless about the mistake in the timeline. After all, she wasn't a living dictionary, how could she remember when those ancient figures were born. And Xiao Yan did learn about the existence of such a figure in his later years.
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