Wang Li's face finally changed, and a trace of gloom appeared in his pupils.

It's like a dark cloud suddenly floating in the clear sky, quietly covering everyone's heads. The sun was still shining, but the clouds were in the sky, and no one knew if the clouds would dissipate or gather into larger clouds until all the sunlight was blocked.

How could Yuan Shao dare to shoot indiscriminately?

Although the targets of those feathered arrows, spears and even scimitars were their own soldiers, it could not be denied that Yuan Shao's vanguard battalion had slowly stepped onto the riverbank.

Indiscriminate shooting will certainly increase the casualties of Wang Li's army, but his soldiers will also suffer from the slaughter from behind. Isn't Yuan Shao afraid of being burned to death by the scorching gaze of his own soldiers?

Of course, Yuan Shao was not willing to act like this, but he had no way out.

Although Yuan Shao in history can't talk about loving soldiers like sons, at least he won't choose this kind of fighting style that ends up together. To put it bluntly, all this was forced by Wang Li himself. Wang Li has gradually swept across the Central Plains, but Yuan Shao is still in a safe corner, how do you let him watch Wang Li's back and catch up?

There is only a redemption, a non-stop redemption. In this way, Yuan Shao may be able to find a glimmer of life!

After Yuan Shao took Jizhou, he vigorously expanded his troops, and there were more than 700,000 people under his command. And what about Wang Li? More than 100,000, the entire Central Plains Wang Li's team is only more than 100,000!

Wang Li had already understood Yuan Shao's thoughts after a slight pause, and he felt a little unbearable in his heart, so he turned his head and glanced at Jia Xu.

Jia Xu's face was light and breezy and there were no waves, and the sky-rushing blood and earth-shattering shouts in front of him didn't seem to make him focus for a moment, and his eyes were still staring at the clouds, as if there was a graceful flower-sprinkling goddess or a beautiful heavenly palace on the clouds.

After a moment, Jia Xu slowly exhaled, and his eyelids drooped slightly: "My lord, although Yuan Shao's forward battalion has thousands of people crossing the river, his army is still not moving forward, and now is not the time to withdraw troops." ”

"Regardless of whether the enemy army has all crossed the river, I think even if it is a feint now, Yuan Shao will definitely not be able to see it!" The cold wind was blowing, and Wang Li's eyes fell on the riverbank, "If you let Yuan Shao continue to shoot like this, I'm afraid they won't last long!" ”

Jia Xu finally turned his head and looked at Wang Li: "The feint is just pretending after all, why not let them lose a little?" Moreover, in order to cover Yuan Shao's eyes, that army set off from Gaoyi City at the same time as us.

My lord, for the sake of the last army, for the peace of the world, whether it is armament, courage or blood, we have been preparing for many years. The more we hold on here, the better prepared they become! ”

Wang Li was speechless for a while, Jia Xu sighed and asked Wang Li: "Lord, do you think that Xu is as ruthless as the outside world rumores, but a poisonous ear that has not been born for a thousand years?" ”

Poisoner?

If you hadn't come to Dahan for thousands of years, I'm afraid that you would think like in history, right? But after going through so many things with Jia Xu, how could I believe those shallow records anymore?

Jia Xu is not a ruthless and ruthless person who carves the heart of the goose, his poison lies precisely in his loyalty to people and love for the country, and all people or things that hinder this overall situation will be kicked away by him.

For example, in history, when he was loyal to Xiliang, Li Dao, Guo Yan, and Fan Chou divided into three points of Chang'an, and not long ago, a letter from Gongsun Zan burned Lu Nu, which made Yuan Shaosheng suffer a big loss.

History has always been fair, but it is only the past, and history is still written by people after all!

As soon as Jia Xu asked, the boredom in his chest was immediately dispelled, Wang Li straightened his clothes, and said: "Wenhe, although you are my military advisor, but the military advisor is only a military advisor after all, if I insist on withdrawing the troops, you still can't stop ......"

Before the words were finished, Jia Xu knew what he meant, and the gratitude in his heart spontaneously arose.

You are just my military advisor, the military order is in my hands, and whether to withdraw or not is not something that you can say as a military advisor.

Therefore, the life and death of the soldiers are not in your thoughts, but in my hands. So, if you want to be ruthless, it's definitely not you but me!

Let's ask, how can such a lord not convince himself? Who wouldn't want to give up their lives to help?

The sun had jumped into the air, indifferently looking at the hundreds of thousands of ants fighting each other on the banks of the nameless river, and the light emitted was still indifferent and indifferent, without a trace of temperature.

Wang Li and Jia Xu stood side by side, looking at the river in front of them tacitly and no longer speaking.

Suddenly, an exclamation woke the two of them from the peace, and when they turned their eyes, they saw that Gao Sheng had fallen from his horse and fell into the river, and the river was scattered like fireworks, and the dripping water droplets reflected the sun's rays in mid-air.

Then, another sound of falling water sounded, and a long knife came out of the water and stuck straight into the chest of the general in front of Gao Sheng, who was Zhou Ang, the head of the house city a few days ago. Zhou Ang then fell, drowning with Gao Sheng in the shallow waves of the nameless river.

Gao Sheng died in battle!

Wang Li's heart was slightly sad, and his eyes were slightly wet.

Gao Sheng followed him for only a few years, and had evolved from the leader of a peasant rebel army to an out-and-out court general.

He could have had a few decades of time, and he shouldn't have died here silently, but for the sake of his great cause and the peace of the world, he used his last strength to pull Zhou Ang, a famous general under Yuan Shao's account, off his war horse and calmly walked towards the ghost gate!

"Lord, it's time, give the order to withdraw the troops!"

Gao Sheng fell off the horse, the formation of the team could no longer be maintained, Yuan Jun burst in under the leadership of Zang Hong, and at the same time Zhang Nan and Badun and others had already begun to cross the river, Jia Xu's eyes were slightly closed, even if he was silent for Gao Sheng, he raised his head and his eyes were refreshed.

"Woooooo

"Zheng Zheng Zheng!"

Wang Li nodded, and with a big move, the Zhongxing sword was also in his hand, and the drum horn and cymbals sounded in the camp at the same time, stirring up the waves in the nameless river.

The sound of drums represents an attack, and the sound of cymbals represents a retreat.

The drums and cymbals are sounding in unison, which is naturally a retreat and attack, which is a signal that has never appeared on the battlefield throughout the ages, because this is a chaotic fate! There was no army that could retreat and organize an offensive at the same time.

But Wang Li is so willful, he just used the drum cymbal on the battlefield at the same time!

Yuan Shao, Xun Chen, Guo Tu, and the soldiers of the Yuan army who were fighting were stunned at the same time, this Wang Li was crazy because of Gao Sheng's death, right?

Immediately, I saw Zhao Yun, Tai Shici and Gao Lan generals on the other side of the river struggling to force back Yan Liang and others at the same time, turned around and led the soldiers and horses under their tents to quickly withdraw from the battlefield and run straight towards the direction of Pingjian, walking so resolutely, as if there was a whip behind them to whip them.

It is true that there were no whips behind them, but there were broadswords, short swords, spears, and all sorts of weapons that were more ruthless and lethal than whips.

However, these things were soon gone.

Because Wang Li himself pounced on the thousands of troops and white horses left on the battlefield, their war horses trampled on the lawn on the riverbank, and their bows and crossbows reaped the Yuan army on the riverbank.

They had waited too long for this moment, and they watched the robes in the army fall into the river from time to time, and watched the robes rise from the river, their hearts dripping blood.

But they are soldiers, and the first military rule of a soldier is to always obey orders. So they could only wait, and now they have waited!

Drums and cymbals are ringing in unison, one advance and one retreat, this is their military order!

They had to use their weapons and bodies to cut Yuan Shao's army apart from their retreating team, and they wanted to cut off the athletes who had been entangled since the beginning of the battle.

They are the knives!

The knife has been raised, who dares to try again?

Wang Li Zhongxing's sword was raised high, and a sword slashed at a war horse in front of him. The horse neighed, and the horse's head was stripped from the horse's body, but the horse's body fell down the river bank with the knight. smashed the splash in the sky, and also startled a stream of red blood, blooming in the air like a flower.

Wang Li's murderous aura and the smell of blood in the air stimulated Bai Ma Yicong and his cavalry, and the bows and crossbows in their hands shot more quickly, and one after another sharp arrows rushed out, piercing the cold wind by the river, and also piercing the sunlight falling from the sky, reaching the middle of the river and the Yuan army on the opposite bank.

Yuan Shao was stunned for a while.