Wei Qing reined in the war horse, not wanting to squeeze into the torrent of iron horses, the war horse under his crotch seemed to feel the call of his companion, and anxiously scraped the ground with his hooves, wanting to gallop with his companion.

Wei Qing gently patted the horse's neck to calm it down, now he didn't need to fight hard, he wanted to see where he was most needed.

He looked around, and on the left, a team of 10,000 people had arrived at the south gate of the Jin army's camp, and was setting up a ladder to attack at the same time, so as to attack from several directions at the same time. Look at the flag, that's the left team. The Jin army camp was in chaos, and the enemy's defense on the tower was not many, but the Han army had to climb the ladder, and it was more difficult to attack.

Wei Qing reached out and touched the Chixiao Sword. Since he got this sword, he hasn't had a chance to show its might, although the door of the Jin army's camp is thick, he is afraid that he can't stop this sword, and with the cover of the left team, he may forcibly split the door of the Jin army's camp.

"Drive!" He urged his horse forward, intending to help the left team.

Wei Qing had not walked far, and suddenly there was a cheer, and the Nanying Gate slowly opened, and a member of the Han Army waved out inside the door, but it was Li Guang.

It turned out that Ma Chao led the army into the camp, heard the drums in all directions, the south gate was fighting against itself, and immediately ordered Li Guang to lead the army to attack the south gate, the Jin army camp was in chaos at this time, the soldiers could not find the generals, they would not be able to find the soldiers, where could they effectively command the battle, Li Guang rushed to the south gate in a bloody battle, and opened the south gate hard. The soldiers on the left cheered loudly and rushed to the door.

In the distance, several earth-shattering noises in a row, followed by a loud bang like the sky cracking, the west gate of the Jin army was hit and collapsed by the military siege vehicles on the middle road, and countless Han soldiers poured in like a tide, and the fire in the camp of the Jin army was soaring, and the ghosts were crying wolves, and this battle was no longer a battle, but a complete slaughter. Han soldiers rushed in crowding through the three camp gates, scrambling to slaughter the Jin army.

Wei Qing suddenly grabbed the reins and turned his head.

He wasn't unhappy about the victory, but he really couldn't bear to look at the Jin soldiers who were wailing in despair.

He has seen too much blood, too many deaths since joining the army. But he was not numb to it because he had seen too much, on the contrary, he was more and more afraid of seeing blood, afraid of seeing corpses. Several times, he dreamed of one deserted grave after another, in front of which countless paper money was flying in the air, and under the paper money, orphans and widows were dressed in white filial piety clothes, prostrating themselves on the ground and crying.

Whenever he dreamed of this, he would wake up with fright, and he was covered in cold sweat and restless.

Those Jin herdsmen who were originally nomadic and singing in the prairie and indulged in the blue sky and white clouds, why did they come here to die? This large area of arable land is not what they want, and the Han people are also not interested in the tents that live on water and grass under the prairie, so why can't they live in peace and harmony? What are you shedding blood and sacrificing and sleeping for? Is it to graze cattle on the farmland crisscrossed by rivers? Or to help your nobles grab a little more treasure? What do you get out of it? Is it worth it to pay with your life for this?

He couldn't figure it out, such a simple question, did these golden people really not understand? Or do you want to do it even if you understand it?

He wished to go home once and ask his father for advice, but this question had been entangled in his mind for a long time, and he really couldn't understand it.

The north gate of the Jin army camp suddenly opened, and the defeated soldiers of the Jin army seemed to be sprayed out of the camp, frantically fleeing outward, once these defeated soldiers fell, they would never want to stand up again, and countless people would immediately step on him, regardless of whether it was people or dirt under his feet, whether he was alive or dead.

However, the Jin army is now camped on the back of the river, surrounded by the Han army on three sides, the only way to escape outside the north gate is to cross the South River and flee to the north bank of the river, the problem is that there are not many ships of the Jin army, and only a few and a half stay on the south bank, most of the others are on the north bank, and there are fewer boats that can be used to cross the river to escape. There are many people and few boats, and those who are strong in Kong Wu grab it, and those who are weaker fall into the water one after another, only to hear the sound of jingle bells endlessly, and the soldiers of the Jin army began to attack and kill each other in order to grab the boat.

With a sound of "choking, choking", a ship lifted anchor, and the boat was full of Jin army soldiers, many people hung half of their bodies outside the boat, and as soon as the boat shook, the soldiers who were not firmly grasped fell into the water.

Another ship anchored, but there were still some empty seats on the ship, this anchor made the Jin soldiers on the shore very angry, only to hear a burst of shouting and scolding, dozens of Jin soldiers rushed directly into the water to the boat, the boat was not big, pulled by these soldiers, shook violently for a while, the Jin soldiers on the ship shouted in unison, and picked up weapons to hit the Jin army in the water, for a time blood gushed out, and dozens of arms fell in the water.

In the chaos, there was an orderly situation next to a big boat, dozens of brightly clad Jin Army guards lined up in a line to guide the crowd with their backs to the river bank, and the nearby Jin Army soldiers quietly followed one by one, listening to the instructions of the guards to get on the boat.

The sound of crying was earth-shattering, but the neighborhood was eerily quiet.

It's so quiet here, it's all because of one person. The man standing by the boat. The commander-in-chief of the Jin Army, King Zuo Xian has no skills.

Wan Yan Wushu seems to have always been interested in his nails, at this moment, more than 200,000 soldiers are in a life-and-death struggle, and he himself may be captured by the Han army at any time, but he is completely indifferent to all this, just carefully studying his hands.

Although the sky was already white, it was not so easy to see the nails clearly, so he raised his hands in front of his eyes and looked at them carefully.

In fact, he didn't want to see his hands, he wanted to bite his hands! With such a big defeat, how could he have the face to go back? But now, he can't mess around, he can't have the slightest panic, otherwise he will only make things worse.

His hands trembled slightly, and he immediately lowered his hands, turned his back behind his back, and clenched his fists fiercely. He felt the pain of his nails digging into his flesh. The pain made him more awake and peaceful. He let out a long breath and stood there with his hands behind his back as he watched the soldiers get aboard.

There was an exclamation from the left, a guard was knocked to the ground, and a Jin sergeant with a bloody face stumbled in front of Wan Yan Wushu.

The other two guards saw someone rushing through the pass and tried to stop them, but they both stopped as soon as they took a step. They knew this man, and this man was a close attendant who had no skills.

"Urdu, what are you doing here?" Wan Yan Wushu asked gently.

Urdu knelt in front of Wan Yan Wushu, and suddenly cried: "Lord Wang, I am guilty!" You asked me to look for Princess Qimuge, but I didn't find it! ”

Wan Yan Wushu sighed: "Urdu, do you think this matter is very important?" ”

Urdu was stunned.

What's wrong with this, Lord Wang? "Do you think this is important?" Of course, this matter is very important, otherwise why would the prince ask him to go to the princess immediately with a panicked face? "I, I think 。。。。。。" Urdu didn't know how to answer for a while.

Wan Yan Wushu looked at Urdu, and asked again: "Do you think this incident is enough for you to disrupt the ranks and violate military discipline with impunity?" ”

Urdu's face changed. "Lord Wang! You're in a hurry to make me 。。。。。。 ”

"Kill him." Wan Yan Wushu interrupted Urdu's words and gave an order in a bland manner.

The two guards immediately rushed up and pulled your down.

"Lord Wang, Lord Wang~~~~~ Finish your face without skill~~~" Urdu's cry quickly faded away, and after a miserable scream, silence returned to the surroundings.

After Yan Wushu, he took out a knife to pick his nails. It was too dark, his hand trembled a little, and the knife stabbed on the tip of his finger, and a drop of blood immediately appeared.

He slowly put the knife in his pocket, but his hand was not taken out. His fingers clenched the knife in his pocket, blood slowly running down the blade.

His face was still so peaceful, but his heart was dripping blood.

Qimug didn't find it! In the midst of this chaos, where can she go? He admits that he does not treat Qimuge very well, and often beats her. But he is the prince, she is the prince's woman, and he loves her when he beats her. But this time, if God had eyes and could make Qimuge return safely, he vowed not to beat her again and love her in the best way, even in the way of the Han people.

Urdu was indeed very loyal, but he should not have openly told his secrets, should not have said in front of everyone that he had ordered him to find the princess, let alone that he was in a hurry about it, and the most important thing was that he did not find the princess!

The shouts of killing are getting closer.

Wan Yan Wushu slowly let go of the hand holding the blade.

"Order Batublin to lead the attack." He ordered lightly.

It was his last reserve, his three thousand guards.

The sound of horses' hooves trampled, and three thousand guards rushed forward.

He turned around, slowly walked onto the boat, and commanded: "Remove the gangplank and start the boat." ”

Wei Qing waited for a long time and failed to enter the Jin Army camp. The big camp was not big, and it was already very crowded to accommodate 250,000 Jin troops, but now there were more than 240,000 Han troops all of a sudden. When he saw that he couldn't enter the camp, he simply went around the north gate and watched the battle from a distance.

At the north gate, the Han army and the Jin army are fighting bloodily, the Jin army has no way to retreat, can only fight to the death, but the Jin army that can escape to the river is only tens of thousands, the gap between the number and the Han army is too big, and it is completely chaotic, so the Jin army is almost completely relying on personal blood and courage in desperate efforts. Of course, I have to say that the soldiers of the Jin Army are still very brave, and in the face of such a catastrophic situation, they are still fighting with all their might.

Wei Qing frowned secretly. If he was the commander, he would not have piled up tens of thousands of Han troops on the banks of the river. Now this man is crowded with people, like a pillow stuffed tightly, how can he fight? If it was him, he would simply divide the people into five lanes and take turns to assault, both conserving his physical strength and continuing to exert pressure, he had reason to believe that if he really did this, or two rounds, the Jin army would collapse.