The wind rose, the clouds flew, the drums beat into the sky, and blood spilled on the hills.

After half an hour of tragic fighting, the Yan army had completely conquered the position of the Zhao army, and more than half of the Zhao army was killed.

"Captain, you lead the young men to retreat first."

"We, after the break!"

The gray-haired old man, even though his legs trembled like chaff, still supported his body with a spear and yelled at Sima Shang.

"I, I can fight again!"

Sima Shang's hair was scattered, his helmet didn't know where it fell, and his face and body were covered with blood.

Because he was too brave in the fight, his hands and tiger's mouths had burst, and blood was pouring out.

Rao is like this, Sima Shang's body is still standing straight, and his eyes are full of crazy battle intent.

"Zhao Guo has already killed too many people, do you still want these young people who sacrificed their lives to fight for the country to continue to shed bloodless senselessly!"

"It's no longer possible to hold here, and if you don't retreat at this time, you won't wait for a while!"

The gray-haired old man shouted, his voice hoarse and deplorable.

He had been in battle for a long time, so he naturally knew that the defeat of the Zhao army was decided, and it was impossible to block the attack of the Yan army.

If you don't retreat at this time.

When the Yan army moves away from the rocks and trees blocking the road, they will ride a war horse and kill all the Zhao army.

For the sake of today, only by retreating as soon as possible can there be any hope of survival.

Sima Shang's eyes were red, and he looked around at the many corpses of Zhao people on the battlefield, and his face was bruised.

"Withdraw!"

Sima Shang gritted his teeth, although he hated not being able to kill all the Yan thieves, he finally gave the order to retreat.

If you fight again at this time, it will not be beneficial to the overall situation at all, except for the courage of the horseman.

Although the sniping for half an hour was not long, it was enough for Zhao Jia to take his men and horses and withdraw to the south bank of Hutuo River.

Although Sima Shang and the others suffered heavy casualties, the task after the break had been completed.

"Take away all the lightly injured young women, leave the seriously injured and the old pawns, and kill the enemy with me!"

The gray-haired old soldier raised the spear in his hand high and shouted at the remaining Zhao Guoshi.

When Sima Shang heard this, his body trembled.

He knew what the old man meant, if he allowed the Yan army to carry the rocks and trees on the road, it would not be long before the road could be opened.

At that time, Yan Guotie rode his tail to chase and kill, and Sima Shang and the others probably couldn't escape.

The seriously wounded and the old pawns were left behind, not only to prevent them from delaying the retreat of the large army, but also to stay, delaying the Yan army to clear the barricades with their lives.

Sima Shang's heart was surging, and he couldn't turn back and fight to the death with the old soldier.

But reason told Sima Shang that it was the best choice to lead the remaining hundreds of people to retreat at this time.

"The old man doesn't die!"

"Zhao Guo is immortal!"

Sima Shang raised the spear in his hand and shouted loudly at the top of his throat.

"The old man doesn't die!"

"Zhao Guo is immortal!"

All the soldiers who were preparing to retreat were also in a stirring mood, shouting with all their strength.

"Hahaha!"

When the old soldiers who stayed behind heard this, they all looked up to the sky and laughed, their voices were majestic and heroic, and there was no grief or panic at all.

"The smoke is rising, and I will join the army."

"Join the army and fight in all directions."

"The battle is in all directions, and the battlefield is stained with blood."

"Blood-stained territory, heroic souls return to their hometown!"

The old soldiers looked up to the sky and laughed, singing the song of death neatly, and then began to launch a fierce charge towards the Yan army.

As the sun sets, the sky is full of red glow, as if it was watered with blood.

The sky and the earth turned red at this time, which was the unyielding cry of the strong man and the undefeated belief of the Zhao people.

"Woooooo

Wang Ruobing walked in the retreating team, this strong and brave woman, listening to the declaration of death, listening to the generous singing, could no longer bear it, and cried bitterly.

Crying, as if contagious.

By this time, almost all the retreating soldiers began to sob.

Even Sima Shang, the lieutenant, felt that his nose was sour, and even if he tried to endure it, tears still slipped down his cheeks after all.

"Hurry up, march!"

"Don't let their blood go in vain!"

Sima Shang wiped away his tears and turned his head to roar at hundreds of people, his bloodshot eyes revealing a fierce light.

Almost at the same time, everyone stopped crying.

Even if they were sad in their hearts, even if they felt guilty, they gritted their teeth at this time, wiped their tears and accelerated the march.

Because they knew that the old soldiers who stayed behind would not be able to stop the Yan army for long.

When the old soldiers, the wounded and sick are all killed, and the obstacles on the road are cleared, the Yan Guo Iron Cavalry will soon catch up.

If we can't cross the Hutuo River as soon as possible, there is almost no chance that this remnant army of hundreds of people will survive.

The south bank of Hutuo Water.

Zhao Jia watched the last person come over, and his tense face finally showed a little lightheartedness.

"They really blocked the Yan army!"

Zhao Jia looked towards the north, and there was a complicated look in his eyes.

"Kill!"

At this moment, there was a faint sound of shouting and killing in the distance, and Zhao Jia's face suddenly changed.

"Childe, the chasing soldiers of the Yan Kingdom are coming, break the bridge!"

Du Wei Zhao Wei looked into the distance, looked at the fluttering Yan State battle flag, and hurriedly persuaded him.

Zhao Bian, although his talent is not as good as Sima Shang, he is also a rare young general, and he is deeply valued by Zhao Jia.

Zhao Bian, like Sima Shang, is also the queen of the general, familiar with the art of war.

In addition, the other party is young and highly malleable, and after training and experience, he can also become a pillar of talent in the future.

Hearing Zhao Wei's words, Zhao Jia frowned slightly, and looked up into the distance.

In the distance, the Yan army galloped on horseback, and hundreds of Zhao soldiers who retreated first still did not run the war horse after all.

If the chase is caught up by the cavalry, the fate of the Zhao army can be imagined.

Even if they were all afraid of death, they were still swept away, and only a hundred of them fled to the shore.

"Hurry up, there is a flood of water in front of you, as long as you cross the river, you can live!"

Sima Shang yelled.

The Yan army's iron cavalry chased after him, if it weren't for the continuous volunteers of people to stop them with flesh and blood, I am afraid that the soldiers of Zhao Guo would have been wiped out long ago.

Rao is like this, and they are all exhausted now.

The appearance of Hutuo water and wooden bridges greatly boosted the spirits of the remaining more than 100 people, and they all mustered up their spare strength to launch a charge.

"Stomp, stomp!"

However, Yan Guotie rode too fast, and it didn't take long for him to catch up again.

"Oops!"

Seeing this, Sima Shang couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

If the Yan State Iron Cavalry launched a charge at this time, one round would be able to cause the remaining hundred or so people to suffer heavy casualties.

"Ritsu!"

However, what people didn't expect was that after Yan Guotie's cavalry approached more than 100 remnants of Zhao State, he didn't rush to charge, but hung behind him in no hurry.

Sima Shang's face turned pale, and he quickly understood Yan Jun's thoughts.

On the south bank of Hutuo Water, Zhao Bian hurriedly said: "Childe, the Yan army followed closely behind our soldiers who fled in rout, just to take the opportunity to cross Hutuo Shui. ”

"If you don't cut off the pontoon bridge again, after the Yan army rushes over, it will be too late to regret it!"

Zhao Jia took a deep breath and looked at the familiar faces of Sima Shang and Qi Xuan, his face couldn't help but be a little distorted.

He wanted to save these people.

However, when Zhao Jia turned his head and looked at the routed army that had long been exhausted and lying in various places, he finally closed his eyes in pain.

"Wait!"

But soon, Zhao Jia opened his eyes again, and his eyes were full of inexplicable emotions when he looked at Yan Jun on the other side.

"Childe!"

Zhao was in a hurry and wanted to persuade again.

"I said, wait!"

Jia turned around and roared very rarely, making Zhao Wei stunned on the spot, and he didn't dare to persuade again.

"Everyone get up and get ready to fight!"

Zhao Jia looked at the routs who had collapsed to the ground and had almost lost all their fighting spirit, and yelled.

"Oops!"

On the north bank of Hutuo River, when Sima Shang couldn't see this scene, he suddenly secretly said that it was not good.

He knew that Gongzi Jia was angry.

"Cross the river, cross the river quickly!"

Sima Shang was helpless, although he knew that Zhao Jia had fallen for the tricks of the Yan people, he still shouted at the people around him and asked them to cross the river quickly.

"Even if I die, I will block the bridge and prevent the Yan army from crossing the river successfully!"

Sima Shang thought of those veterans who died in battle, hatred flashed in his eyes, and he had secretly made up his mind.

Yan army in formation.

After General Yan saw that the pontoon bridge was not broken, and the Zhao army on the opposite side was waiting for him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a successful smile.

"Indecisive, Zhao Jia, but that's it!"

"Follow behind these routs, force the crossing of the Hutuo water, and rush to the opposite side no matter what!"

General Yan gave the order, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light.

As long as he can lead his iron cavalry to cross the river, General Yan will be very confident and completely defeat the remnants of the opposing army.

Sima Shang jumped onto the pontoon, feeling the slight shaking of the bridge body on the water, and his heart moved slightly.

In this era, bridge repair technology was not as developed as in later generations.

Therefore, most of the bridges over the river are pontoon bridges, and the so-called pontoon bridges are bridges that connect many floating bodies similar to boats to build bridges.

This kind of pontoon bridge is simple to make, the carrying capacity is also very good, and it can even be driven over horses, and it is the main river transportation hub in this era.

Of course, in order to better fix the pontoons, the nooses connected to each pontoon boat are also extremely strong, and they are also mixed with very precious fine iron, which is difficult to cut even with a sword.

"As long as the rope is cut, the pursuing Yan army will not be able to cross the river."

Sima Shang's eyes were burning, and he already had a plan in his heart.

When the Yan army saw that Zhao's rout began to cross the river, they followed their horses onto the pontoon bridge and followed closely behind Zhao's army.

"Crossbowmen prepare, if you find someone trying to cut the noose, shoot them immediately!"

Sima Shang can take into account the problem, how can Yan Jiang not know?

He asked the crossbowmen to be on guard, not giving Zhao Jun the slightest chance to cut the noose.

More than 100 Zhao troops all boarded the pontoon bridge, and the Yan army followed closely behind, and more than 100 people actually came up.

As long as this Zhao State rout army lands on the shore, those Yan State iron cavalry behind them can also follow the landing.

Even if it will be blocked by the Zhao army, even if the Yan army will suffer heavy casualties, as long as it can cross the river smoothly in the end, no matter how big the loss is, it will be worth it.

"Damn!"

Sima Shang, who was going to cut the pontoon bridge halfway, turned his head to look at the Yan Army crossbowmen who were waiting for him, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and couldn't help but curse secretly.

He knew he didn't have that chance to cut the noose.

"Could it be that we really let these Yan troops follow us and reach the other side smoothly?"