Cao De'an, who had been circling in front of his eyes from time to time, was gone.

In an instant, Mi Baoxiao's face was as red as if it was congested, and he completely believed in his heart that Cao Dean was fine. Unfortunately, people are not with him.

"Let's go, let's go-" Mi Bao Xiao didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately ordered. As a party general, he is not a rookie on the battlefield. Why don't you know that at the moment, his soldiers are disheartened and have no will to fight, and his team is finished.

Mi Zhu Xiao didn't want to die. Especially dying so easily.

Instead of being a mantis arm block car here, fighting to the death with the Song people, it is better to lead people to escape early, this is to preserve the limited vitality of life. He didn't know the military strength of Zhang Xian's department at all, and he thought that there were a lot of Song troops who were suddenly killed behind him.

At that moment, he shouted loudly and ran forward with the surrounding guards. The first is to recruit Zhuang Yong along the way, and the second is to take the opportunity to find Cao De'an.

As for the crowd left behind by him, Mi Bao Xiao also had no choice but to do so.

To stay is to die.

Rather than all of them being finished, it would be better for some people to escape first.

"Kill......"

Zhang Xian and the others were highly motivated, and the sound of thundering horses' hooves could not hide the sound of killing that rushed into the sky.

And the party members were already stunned by this sudden enemy attack. Besides, there were only three or four thousand of them in total, but they dragged one or twenty miles away from each other, and their manpower was extremely scattered, how could they resist it?

Zhang Xian's iron horses stood out and drove straight in, just like the cold autumn wind sweeping the leaves, invincible. The party men and women along the way are really more vulnerable than tofu scum, either kneeling and begging, or being trampled into meat paste!

The sky is full of blood and miserable howls, and the iron hooves wantonly trample on the lives of people only once. The crimson Song army rode finely, and there was only a bloody rain everywhere it went.

Mi Bao Xiao quickly destroyed the war horse, so he wanted to recruit some men early and fled to the west. As long as they can get into the desert, the Song army will not chase after them.

Even when he felt that when he led people to the front, the party warriors who had already heard the shouts of murder behind him should have gathered.

However, the appearance of Wang Debu disrupted all his calculations.

"Kill—"

Wielding the three-strand fork of iron, it was like a yaksha drilled out of hell, and no one could stop him for a round. Bright red blood splashed, as if it had entered a no-man's land. The Song army behind him shouted and killed, like an irresistible storm.

The entourage around "All ......" panicked.

There is an interception in front and a chasing soldier in the back, and the Han people are trying to catch him all.

Mi Bao Xiao hated that he couldn't grit a mouthful of teeth, "Damn! The army was flanked back and forth, and the idea of breaking through in his mind was completely wiped out. Subtly, he felt that he could not escape again. Because he felt that the Han people would not leave such a big loophole.

However, the rabbit is in a hurry and bites, and he is not in vain to capture filial piety.

"Warriors of the Great White High Kingdom, step on your horses, take up the weapons in your hands, and use them to tell our enemies what is the real eagle on Helan Mountain!" Mi Xiao roared.

The voice was still wafting, and he himself had already drawn his saber first.

This is a man of courage. If he had been a coward who was greedy for life and afraid of death, he would have already been screaming at this moment to give up resistance and surrender to the Song army.

The desolate sound of bull's horn sounded from the ranks of the party members, and such a trumpet had not sounded in their ranks for a long time.

However, the party members who were attacked on both sides had completely lost their fighting spirit, and it was wishful thinking that Mi Bao Xiaoxiao wanted to use the sound of the horn to urge the chaotic young men to gather and fight the enemy to the death in despair.

Besides, will Zhang Xian and Wang De give them this time?

That's absolutely impossible. They're done.

The Song army galloped on horseback, and soon crossed this short distance and swarmed in. It is like a huge wind and sand, and the party members are like dry grass swept up by the wind, and they are vulnerable.

Blood splattered everywhere in the incessant screams, skulls rolled, and stumps flew wildly.

Rows of irresistible iron horses flowed like a tide.

Mi Bao Xiao had disappeared on horseback, and the flag was held in Wang De's hands. Although he was one step behind Zhang Xian, he was lucky enough to find Mi Capture and False Piety in the chaotic army, and Wang De smiled so much.

And with the fall of Mi Capture and Filial Piety. The battle has also come to an end. From the beginning to the end, it only took an hour and it was less than an hour, and the party members with a total of three or four thousand men, women, old and weak, completely surrendered to the feet of the Song army, which was less than 1,000 people.

- Mi captured the filial piety by Wang De with a fork, compared to the capture of the flag, Wang De is more willing to capture it. The credit is even greater.

Mi was reluctant to be captured, and after he was beaten out and saved to the ground, he immediately gritted his teeth and stood up. When the soldiers who followed him saw him fall off his horse, they all went crazy and tried to rescue him.

The cavalry of the Song Army on Wang De's side naturally did not watch the fat slip away, and they also waved their swords and sticks to kill at the moment.

The fighting on both sides was fierce, and their eyes were red, and they were slashing frantically as if they had lost their minds. By the time the madness had dissipated, Mi had been chopped into a puddle of flesh.

The battle is over. There were not 1,000 but 800 party members on the ground, and most of them were young and strong, and the corpses covered the pasture, dyeing the blue-green weeds with bright red.

The horses that had lost their owners neighed from time to time, and the heavy smell of blood wafted through the air.

Zhang Xian stood on a hill and watched the grief of the party people drive their cattle, horses and livestock south under the drive of the Song army. He had a hearty smile on his face that was completely opposite to that of the party members. That cheerful energy is really in stark contrast to the party members.

Song Jun was laughing happily. Isn't the sorrow of the enemy the greatest joy of the soldiers of other generations? Moreover, their happiness is not only spiritual, but also material.

These individuals and livestock, in the eyes of Zhang Xian and others, are walking wealth and legged banknotes.

According to the regulations of the Song army, half of the spoils of each battle could be left in the army, two-thirds of which belonged to the soldiers and middle- and lower-level officers, and the remaining one-sixth of the total amount belonged to senior generals and divisions. The other half belonged to the imperial court.

In other words, one-sixth of the spoils in this battle now belong to Zhang Xian and Wang De, who do not need to share the spoils of war with the Governor's Office, but they need to share the spoils with the Military Intelligence Department. Because the person who gave them the information belonged to the Military Intelligence Division.

The latter is a newly established institution under the direct jurisdiction of the Governor's Office of the Five Armed Forces.

Except, of course, horses and camels in the booty, two large categories of livestock that were directly included in the army.

As for the cattle, sheep and livestock, apart from bringing some to eat, the rest is to sell them for money. Even the subordinate soldiers can buy cattle directly from the army at a relatively low price. The only requirement is that the cow can only be used by itself, and cannot change hands to make the difference.

Therefore, the officers and soldiers of the Song Army, who were driven by the word profit, are now really a little bit of a sign that the Qin people are happy when they hear about the war.