"Go north, take advantage of the fact that the Zhangshui water has not skyrocketed or diverted, we will go to the high ground in the north, and when the time comes, we will not delay the weather to continue to attack Handan, and we will not be exhausted from going back and forth." After carefully calculating the distance between the south and the north, Zhang Yi decided.

Gongsun Jia was very much in favor of Zhang Yi's decision, and with the same rush, it was better to go north and continue the attack than to go south to toss.

Gongzijie agreed with both hands, as long as the army crossed the Zhangshui, he would be the king again.

The heavy rain is still pouring down, turning this piece of loess plain, which is hit by the river (Yellow River) and Zhangshui, into a big sauce jar. The big feet of the army of more than 100,000 people, the horseshoe wheels, turned the somewhat hardened road surface into a muddy pool. The soldiers carried their equipment and cursed all the way, not knowing whether it was the weather or the boss, and pulled their feet in the mud with difficulty, moving north step by step. The war horses were whipped by the coachman, dragging the heavy chariot forward with difficulty. Constantly the chariot got stuck in the mud, and the soldiers on the chariot shouted and scolded the soldiers who were with the cart, and a group of tired and tired soldiers pushed the chariot with half-sunken wheels.

There were people everywhere, chariots sunken everywhere, and the whole army crawled like worms in a thin mud.

Wiping a handful of rainwater, Zhang Yi looked at the slow army, anxious.

The heavy rain had no intention of stopping, the muddy ground was already ankle-deep, and even Gongzijie was pale and personally commanded his subordinates' carts. This shows that these locals are deserted.

The rain is pouring down, and I don't know when the water will swell, or when the flood will overflow. As long as he overflows, his army of hundreds of thousands may become fish and shrimp.

"Speed up, cross the water at all costs, throw away those chariots that are stuck in the quagmire, discard everything that slows down the march, let's go, hurry away." Zhang Yi gave one order after another with a hoarse voice.

But Zhang Yi was willing to throw away the chariot, but the soldiers were not willing, not only because the chariot was expensive, but the most important thing was that the chariot was the identity symbol of the chariot, if they were abandoned, they would lose their identity, which was absolutely not good.

The army was still struggling in the rain and mud.

"How far is it to the Zhangshui pontoon?"

A walking horse replied in the rain curtain, "Three miles, the brother in the lead has already stepped onto the pontoon bridge." ”

"Has the water risen?"

"It's just a little bit up, and it's safe."

Zhang Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief. Turning around to look at the army that had completely spread out the deep mud: "Fortunately, the water in Zhangshui has not risen yet, as long as we cross Zhangshui, we will be victorious." Hey? What is that? Zhang Yi was surprised to see that in the rain curtain, a row of black things like a wall came out and pressed against his team.

A lightning bolt struck, and the black like a wall shone with the cold light of Zhao Jun's unique ring hand knife: "Enemy attack, enemy attack, prepare for battle, meet the battle." Gongsun Jia reacted faster than Zhang Yi, and immediately let out a warning roar.

But all the people were fighting with the mud under their feet, the enemy did not shout for killing, and the screams of the killed were muffled by the sound of the heavy rain, and just a stone's throw away, the slaughter was going on, but the others did not feel it. That kind of scene is as eerie as a ghost.

Picking up the drumsticks of the war drums, Gongsun Jia struck desperately, but the cowhide of the drums was soaked and softened by the heavy rain early, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

Zhang Yi grabbed Gongsun Jia's hand, shook his head and said: "If you beat the drum now, it will inevitably let the soldiers see the slaughter of the other party, and it will inevitably cause chaos, at this time, the chaos of more than 100,000 people will be a disaster." "Lazy people listen to books

Gongsun Jia was shocked, and shuddered when he thought about the consequences: "What should I do?" ”

"Quietly form a team and fight back." Zhang Yi gritted his teeth.

Gongsun Jia didn't say a word, and immediately let the soldiers and coachmen around him get out of the car, and began to organize the soldiers around him.

These soldiers lined up, and they also saw the situation on the other side, and they immediately beckoned the robes around them to line up.

So, there was such a strange scene on the battlefield, on the one hand, the Zhao army was like a wall, in the storm, silently slashing and killing the unsuspecting Qin and Wei coalition army, on the other hand, the Qin and Wei coalition army silently watched the killing of the robe and ignored it, silently in the storm, the whole team was formed one by one, and the phalanx was rectified, and when the Zhao army was killed, Zhang Yi had already used the lives of more than 30,000 soldiers to cover and delay, forming a phalanx of 100,000 troops.

The Zhao army, who had been slashing in the muddy water for a long time, was exhausted when they were in front of Zhang Yi's army, and they no longer had the strength and ability to impact in the face of such a strict battle formation.

Wiping the rain and blood from his face, Zhao Xing lifted his iconic horse lance, and the soldiers who were wheezing like bellows put away their ring knives, strangled the war horses that were also wheezing and bellows, and looked at each other with the Qin and Wei coalition forces, less than fifty paces apart.

Zhang Yi saw Zhao Xing in the enemy group. In fact, it is not accurate to say that you have seen, and it is impossible to see the enemy's commander in the midst of thousands of enemy troops through the rain curtain.

His look, is the feeling. He felt the momentum of the enemy commander in the enemy battle formation opposite, the invisible oppression.

Zhao Xing and Zhang Yi had the same feeling, he felt Zhang Yi in the great array of no less than 100,000 enemies.

The eyes of the two people collided with each other through the thick rain curtain.

Zhao Xing felt Zhang Yi's gaze with cruelty and refused to admit defeat.

Zhang Yi felt that Zhao Xing's gaze was resolute and tenacious.

The two of them looked at each other like this, and after a long, long time, Zhao Xing and Zhang Yi both raised their hands.

Zhang Yi lightly ordered: "Pass on the order, and the army as a whole will press the enemy." ”

In fact, Zhang Yi knew that his current team of soldiers couldn't even stand firmly, and if the enemy rushed to kill him now, his 100,000 army could only stretch out his head and wait, even if he fled, he would not have the strength.

Therefore, he wanted the army to press slowly, and he bet that the enemy on the opposite side was also exhausted. He just wants to use momentum to force the enemy to retreat.

Zhao Xing lightly ordered: "Pass my order, the army will turn around and withdraw from the battlefield." Looking at the gaze in the heavy rain, he smiled indifferently: "Zhang Yi, you are right." Then the first one turned the horse's head, one foot deep and one foot shallow, waded through the red stagnant water, and walked across the country with corpses covered with corpses, and walked into the depths of the heavy rain.

Ten thousand exhausted soldiers, silently turning their horses' heads, followed their masters, followed their commanders, and disappeared into the rain. It's as if they came silently, and then went silently.

Seeing that the tail of the enemy's last war horse was hidden in the rain curtain, Zhang Yi shook it, and then slowly collapsed on the chariot, the strength in his body was not at all, and he couldn't even move a finger anymore.