"Daddy......"

Yang Yu, who was out of breath, grinned, but he was only seventeen years old, and the hairy beard on his lips was beaded with blood, perhaps because he was thirsty, he stuck out his tongue and licked it, and then laughed again.

"Dad, let's, we succeeded!"

It worked!

Fiercely reining in the horse, Yang Yufan looked towards Jiannu, and then he laughed.

"Yu'er, this is with your father to die for the country...... Yes! ”

Before his words fell, there was a sudden scream, and the person was about to fall off the horse, and Yang Yu, who slammed the back of his father's head with his back to the knife, hurriedly grabbed his father, and then shouted to Yang Yan.

"Cousin, you escort my father away!"

Without waiting for Yang Yan to react, he shouted.

"Cavalry! Kill! ”

Then he took the lead and killed Jiannu, and when the other cavalry saw it, they all shouted "kill"! Without hesitation, they rushed with him.

"Let's go......"

Yang Yu shouted as he walked,

"Kill! Kill ......"

The shouting in the distance made Yang Yan cry "Ah ......", and while crying, he desperately whipped his war horse with a whip, and rushed out of this battlefield with more than a dozen cavalrymen to escort the fifth uncle.

"Ah......h

Tears flowed like rain, and the shouts behind him became smaller and weaker.

"Kill ......"

Yang Yu, who fell off the horse, waved the knife in his hand and shouted to kill Jiannu.

"Killing ......"

When he shouted the last word, the meteor hammer fell violently on his body, and a large piece of the breastplate was dented, and when the man fell backwards, he lay on the ground, his internal organs had been smashed, his mouth kept gushing blood, and tears flowed from his eyes,

Dad, I hurt so much......

It hurts......

Looking at the sky, tears blinded his eyes, and what his father had said to him countless times once again appeared in his mind, there has never been a hereditary military position, only hereditary martial arts, only martial arts, can the Yang family pass on the military position from generation to generation......

"Mother......

The voice slowly faded to a faint level, and even so, his hand was still groping there, and finally, he held a knife, and in a blur, he put the knife to his chest, and his hand unconsciously touched something on the body of the knife.

What can be found on the long knife covered in blood? His blood-stained fingers groped around the knife, and it seemed that he was also wiping there, and finally, he felt a word on it.

Disloyal!

The word was also stained with blood, and he touched it, as if trying to outline it with his fingertips, but his fingers slowly stopped moving.

"Daddy...... Mother......"

When he was about to run out of breath, the last cavalryman beside him fell, and he knelt there with his sword in his hand......

Looking at the Ming cavalry kneeling there, Fei Yangguo was on a horse, he just stared at them, stared at these dead Ming soldiers, and suddenly he laughed, laughed.

"Good, good ......"

It was these Ming troops who disrupted all his plans, it was their absolute counterattack, it was their desperate fight.

One person fights for his life, ten people are unstoppable!

In this moment, he understood this sentence.

"Sixteen ......"

Before Nexus could finish speaking, Fei Yangguo slammed the back of his knife into his face, and then said loudly.

"Withdraw!"

There is no point in fighting any longer!

……

At the moment when Xu Linchuan retreated, just formed a hollow phalanx with his brothers and formed a formation with bayonets, thousands of cavalry rushed towards their phalanx in front of him. These cavalrymen, armed with spears, sabers, bows and arrows, shouted in unison, not minding the flying shrapnel flying around them knocking down their companions, nor did they mind the bayonet wall in front of them, they threw their spears at the Ming army from a distance, and a single shot could penetrate at least two or three people.

Seeing so many cavalry rushing towards him at the same time. Xu Linchuan's palms and nose couldn't help but sweat. He deeply felt the strong oppression of this discipline, and he felt an inexplicable fear that made his mind go blank. Just as Xu Linchuan's mind was blank, the captain's calm voice on the side pulled him back to reality.

"Raise your gun!"

And the cavalry on the opposite side was about to rush under their noses. At the moment of pulling the trigger, he could finally see a large number of cavalry on the opposite side being shot down like a field of wheat swept by a sickle. The body hit by the bullet twitched in the wind......

At this moment, suddenly Jiannu, who was originally like a wave, was like a flood, coming and going quickly, and suddenly retreated.

When retreating, Fei Yangguo retreated decisively and decisively, without delay at all, after a little light on the battlefield. He immediately withdrew from the battlefield, and even withdrew from Liaoyang City.

After a few moments, the deafening shouts of killing were gone, and in this wilderness, the smell of gunpowder smoke that accompanied the breeze was mixed with a thick smell of blood, and the smell of blood was so enveloped between the sky and the earth that not even the wind could blow him away.

The soldiers who formed a phalanx smelled the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood in the air, they looked at the retreating Jiannu in amazement, the most touching scene before had ended at this time, but the soldiers still held the rifles in their hands tightly, they were silent and looked at the retreating Jiannu without saying a word!

They retreated!

We won!

But no one cheered, no one celebrated.

After the battle, in the field of vision as far as the naked eye can see, there are countless corpses of people and war horses scattered scattered, and among the corpses, there are some war horses that have lost their owners in the corpses mourning and mourning, billowing smoke rising from the battlefield and rising into the air.

We won......

But no one cheered for victory......

Everyone was tired, they sat heavily on the ground, and they didn't even have the strength to celebrate the victory.

What to celebrate?

As far as the eye could see, there were dead bodies everywhere, some of the brothers, some of the slaves, and all of a sudden, someone began to cry out loud, and a moment ago they were all alive, but now they had no breath.

The dead died like this, they had all kinds of postures, and they died in different ways, but the only thing that was the same was that their loyalty, perhaps, this loyalty was not to the country, but to them, this brotherly affection was enough!

"Ah......h

Xu Linchuan, who was lying on the ground, suddenly roared, and many of his brothers around him fell.

When he woke up again, tears flowed out of Yang Yufan's eyes, and he just lay there, looking at the sky stupidly, and tears couldn't stop flowing out.

"Dad, why are you fighting!"

"The Yang family was born to fight ......"

Son......

Yang Yufan's heart cried, that was his little son, petite, petite, the most favored, the most painful is the old one...... Tears flowed, and at this moment, he even felt the urge to die.

Tears flowed down his face, but the pain in his heart could not make up for it......

Jiannu withdrew, everything was over, and Yang Yu was also over, and it ended there like that.

When people found him, he had no trace of life, his chest was smashed by a meteor hammer, his internal organs were crushed, he lost his life early, around him, surrounded by hundreds of fallen cavalrymen, their armor was full of feather arrows, those Zeng Mingming's armor was stained with blood, among the corpses all over the ground, only a few cavalry were still alive, but most of them were seriously wounded, still enduring the severe pain of the wounds, except for a very few people, Those who are seriously injured are merely suffering from their injuries when their lives are gone. For the battle-hardened people, who knew what to do at this time, they took out their daggers one after another, and in the gratitude of the brothers, plunged their knives into the main arteries of the brothers, and for the wounded, it was the last "mercy".

Sitting next to his son's body, Yang Yufan didn't say a word, he just sat quietly next to his son's corpse, took off the armor on his body, and wiped the blood from the corners of his son's lips with his sleeve.

"Yu'er, Yu'er......"

Tears blindfolded his eyes, and when he looked around, he looked at the corpses all over the ground, and he was not yet forty years old, and at this moment, it seemed that his hair had turned gray.

After so many years of fighting, only this one battle, which lost the worst, not only cost many brothers their lives, but even his son......