Late at night.

Zuo Wuwei's elite soldiers quietly approached General Luo's camp in the dark, like countless lonely ghosts emerging from the ground.

In this world, so far, there is no army that can be compared with Zuo Wuwei in terms of combat performance.

There were no enemies in the Chu State, including Heiwu, and the second one could not be found in the Chu army.

With Tang's self-confidence, it is impossible to say that the team he has trained now is stronger than Zuo Wuwei.

For nearly thirty years, from the beginning when Prince Wu was in charge of this army, this army has represented the highest combat power in the Central Plains.

Zuo Wuwei, every soldier is branded with the highest honor.

All the battles, all the victories that an army can get, they have won them all.

Their strength lies not only in their combat power, but also in their belief beyond ordinary people.

A belief is something that is not clearly expressed and cannot be concreted.

But a team with faith and a team without faith are not at the same level at all.

The soldiers of Zuo Wuwei, their sense of pride is still unmatched.

And for the sake of victory, they are able to give everything.

The march in the darkness, each with no shoes on, covered their feet with cloth.

Even if it was something that would make a little noise, they didn't bring it, and walked forward in silence.

Including iron armor.

All the generals who were qualified to wear iron armor left iron armor in the camp.

Like the soldiers, they wore single clothes and covered their feet with cloth.

All of their long knives were also unscabbarded to avoid the sound of collision, and all knives were covered with cloth so as not to reflect the moonlight.

They stepped forward on the wasteland, and many of them were punctured on the soles of their feet, but none of them made a sound.

Especially the team in charge of the raid mission, they have almost removed all their loads.

There was no leather armor, no combat boots, no shields, not even crossbows and bows.

The only weapon for each of them is their Da Chu horizontal sword.

A patrol of about a few dozen Luo Jiajun passed by, each of them looking tired.

They've survived many nights like this, and each one seems to be exactly the same.

They chatted and walked forward, not noticing that on the ground, which was only a few dozen feet away from them, there were countless elites of Zuo Wuwei.

After the patrol team passed, the soldiers of Zuo Wuwei continued to crawl forward.

Standing on the wooden wall of the camp, the sentry glanced into the distance, and there was not even a ghost on the plain outside the camp.

The Sentinel sighed, wondering when such a day would end.

"Zuo Wuwei!"

At this moment, someone shouted more than ten feet away from the wooden wall.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The elite of Zuo Wuwei, who got up from the ground, rushed forward with all his strength.

At this distance, the soldiers of the Luo family army on the wooden wall who were either asleep, or in a daze, or chatting, didn't even have time to send arrows.

A group of Left Guards rushed to the camp gate and slashed wildly with their long knives, sparks flying everywhere.

The chains tied to the camp gate were cut open by them, and the camp gate was overturned.

Thousands of vanguard troops rushed into Guan Feicheng's camp like tigers and leopards.

As Prince Wu had speculated, Guan Feicheng's vanguard was the hardest hit, with 50,000 men, and now less than 11,000 remained.

It was precisely because this team suffered too heavy losses that Luo Jing arranged them to defend in the northernmost part.

Since the battle of crossing the river, Guan Feicheng's team has been charging forward, and they have fought more times than any of their comrades.

So because of this, this team is the most tired and the most war-weary.

Enough of fighting, tired of fighting, few people still want to go to war.

"General!"

The soldiers rushed into the tent

, woke up Guan Feicheng, who was asleep: "General, get up, the Chu army has already attacked the camp!" ”

"What!"

Guan Feicheng sat up violently, getting up too quickly, his head buzzed, and it was dark all of a sudden.

Or maybe this buzz is because of the sentence that the Chu army has invaded the camp.

"How is this possible?!"

Guan Feicheng strode out, forgetting that he was not properly dressed and did not have shoes.

"The Chu army didn't know why it suddenly arrived outside the camp, and it had already been killed, and it was almost to the Chinese army."

"Blow the horn, blow the horn and fight!"

Guan Feicheng ran out while shouting, and when he ran outside the door, he saw that the camp was already on fire in the distance.

A soldier of the Luo Jiajun who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old was crying and running, looking back as he ran.

He was frightened, really frightened, and that kind of crying that was so scared to the extreme was distorted and trembling that it made people feel furious when they heard it.

"Don't kill me!"

He shouted at the Chu army chasing behind him, and the begging and despair in his crying voice did not make the people behind him feel moved.

"Don't kill me! Can't kill me, I don't want to die! ”

In the midst of this terrible howl, a Chu soldier strode after him from behind, flew up and kicked the young man in the back.

The young man fell to the ground, and the soldiers of the Chu army pounced on him and pressed him.

The young man turned over with all his might, turning the man over from behind.

But before he could get up and continue running, he was dragged down again, and the Chu soldiers pulled his clothes.

The young man pulled hard, feeling a chill on his stomach, and the Chu soldier stabbed him in the stomach.

When the young man was stunned for a moment, the soldiers of the Chu army had already pressed him under him again.

At this time, the young man reacted, kept shaking his head, kept begging for mercy, and held the arms of the Chu soldiers with both hands.

He pushed Chu Jun's arm up with his hand, and the sound of flesh rubbing against flesh was like the sound of soaked ropes stirring together.

Sweat dripped down the young man's face and mixed with the sweat on his face.

"No...... I beg you, don't kill me...... No, don't ......."

Both of them tried their best, and the sound of friction became like the ropes were stirring together and the ropes were about to break.

The blade pressed against the young man's neck, and he was still pleading.

With a pop, the knife sliced into the neck.

The young man stopped pleading, his mouth open, opening again and again, trying to inhale, but in the wound on his neck, blood bubbled up and down.

After a while, the Chu soldiers got up and continued to rush forward.

The young man lying on the ground seemed to be looking at the sky, but there was only fear in his eyes, and he was dead, and he didn't take fear away.

"Report!"

A soldier ran to Guan Feicheng and shouted eagerly: "The Chu army has arrived outside the Chinese army, the general is leaving!" ”

"Let's go?!"

Guan Feicheng, who had just put on his clothes, had red eyes.

"If I leave at this time and the camp is destroyed, the Chu army will be able to storm the camps on both sides and kill me back."

He grabbed a long knife and led his soldiers forward.

On the other side, Gao Zhen, a young general who was only sixteen years old, woke up when he heard the shout, and he had already killed a round trip with his own soldiers.

But no matter how brave he was, it didn't help, and he couldn't stop the Chu army like a torrent.

"General Gao!"

Someone shouted at Gao Zhen: "There is a besieged team in front of the left. ”

"Kill it!"

Gao Zhen pointed with a spear and urged the horse forward.

He took more than 100 personal soldiers and entered the ranks of the Chu army, and saw hundreds of soldiers of the Anyang Army besieged in front of him.

After killing the Chu army, Gao Zhen rescued these hundreds of people, and continued to rush and kill with these people.

"General Gao!"

The soldiers who escaped from the front shouted: "General Guan is trapped in front, we can't rush in!" ”

Gao Zhenyi urged the horse: "I'll go!" ”

So he led the team to rush into the crowd of the Chu army again.

After killing for more than an hour, Gao Zhen has killed several times on the battlefield and rescued more than 1,000 people.

After waiting for more than an hour, I found Guan Feicheng who was besieged.

He led the team to kill in, but Guan Feicheng was almost dying, there were only a few dozen people around him, and he was forced into a corner.

Gao Zhen killed through the siege, jumped off the horse, and helped the dying Guan Feicheng: "General Guan, I'll take you out." ”

"Gao Zhen!"

The moment Guan Feicheng saw Gao Zhen, his eyes lit up.

His bloody hand grabbed Gao Zhen's arm: "Go, go and inform the young general, go quickly." ”

Before he died, he seemed to have forgotten about Luo Jing being named King of Ji, and only remembered that Luo Jing was his young general.

"I'll take you out first."

Gao Zhen helped Guan Feicheng up, but Guan Feicheng didn't even have any strength on his body.

He was so badly injured that he had a hole in his stomach, and when Gao Zhen helped him up, his intestines hung there.

Together, the intestines hang down, slimy.

"Let's go, let's go......"

Guan Feicheng shook his head: "...... for me Confessed to the young general on my behalf, and said that Guan Feicheng failed to hold the camp, and I was sorry for him, sorry for the old general. ”

After saying this, Guan Feicheng's head hung down and he died.

"Ahh

Gao Zhen roared.

Guan Feicheng asked him from Luo Jing, he was very good to him, just like a brother, and he regarded Guan Feicheng as his own brother.

At this time, seeing Guan Feicheng die, Gao Zhen's expression was full of grief and indignation.

"I will take you out and not let the enemy humiliate your body."

He squatted down, stuffed Guan Feicheng's intestines back into his stomach, and tore open his clothes to strangle the wound.

Then he ordered his subordinates to tie Guan Feicheng to his back.

Carrying a corpse on his back, Gao Zhen stepped on the war horse again: "Kill with me!" ”

The young general led his men and rushed towards the enemy.

Half an hour later, in the night, there was fighting everywhere, there was fire everywhere, and Gao Zhen couldn't tell the direction.

The team he led also went from more than 1,000 people at the beginning to only three or four hundred people left.

The Chu army was constantly killing from the south, and it was difficult for him to take these people to converge with the Luo realm.

After several attempts, they all failed.

Looking back at the corpse he was carrying, Gao Zhen roared.

The young general ordered to turn around and go north, and withdraw from the battle group with a few hundred men.

After dawn, they stopped in a small forest, and Gao Zhen put Guan Feicheng's body down.

"Brother Guan, I can only bury you here, I can't take you to see King Ji, bury you here, at least the enemy can't insult your body, I have to go back to save King Ji."

He took matters into his own hands and dug a pit in the forest to bury Guan Feicheng.

"You don't need to follow me, I'll go back alone."

Gao Zhen looked at his subordinates, their faces extremely tired and embarrassed.

"King Ji treats me with great kindness, I want to go back to repay the kindness, your martial arts are not as good as mine, and it is in vain to go back to your life, now all the way to the north, back to Anyang City for help, if there are reinforcements to come, this battle can be redeemed, not to lose everything."

His men advised him, but he just shook his head.

"Listen to my military orders, rush back to Anyang as soon as possible, don't say that the king of Ji is besieged, but only that during the decisive battle, the troops are insufficient, if you say that the king of Ji is trapped, those people may not come."

Gao Zhen said loudly: "If there are any reinforcements, I have entrusted it to you, and in addition to this, I will entrust you with one thing, if you come back and know that I am dead, please inform me at home." ”

After speaking, he hugged his fist.

Then he turned his horse and rushed out to the south.

In the early morning sun, the figure of the young general was so slender and majestic.