Smoke billowed and flames raged.

The 20,000 Yan troops commanded by Meng Le were all rushing towards the Koushui River at this time, pushing each other towards the banks of the Koushui River.

"Don't panic, general, at this time, you should order all departments to stabilize the formation!"

Seeing that Meng Le was also panicked and wanted to escape, he was immediately a little anxious, stepped forward and grabbed the other party's sleeve, and shouted loudly.

Although the fire was fierce, as long as the commander was calm and calm, he could not lead most of the soldiers to escape smoothly.

But now, Meng Le, as the commander-in-chief, actually wants to abandon his subordinates and run away first, not caring about the chaotic soldiers at all, how can he not be in a hurry?

The 20,000 Yan troops were originally relatively small, and the rest were mostly newly recruited people.

When those people saw Meng Le fleeing, they panicked even more, threw away their weapons and rushed towards the banks of the Koushui River.

If anyone stands in the way, they don't hesitate to rush over, knock them to the ground, and trample them through.

"Get out!"

Meng Le saw that he was in ambush, with fire and smoke billowing in, and he just wanted to escape back to the east bank of Koushui, where was he willing to care about the life and death of these subordinates?

As soon as he kicked over the general who was pulling him, he didn't even call his personal guards, and began to run away desperately.

High up, Sima Shang looked at everything that happened and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

When Zhao Jiacai began to set a strategy, and when he wanted to ambush Meng Le with fire, Sima Shang didn't think that the strategy could succeed.

Just because Sima Shang took the role of Meng Le, he thought that if he crossed the river with his own troops, the first thing the vanguard troops would do to cross Koushui was to send scouts to reconnoiter the mountains and forests.

At that time, the hidden fire-burning objects such as tung oil in the mountains and forests will reveal the enemy's intentions.

Sima Shang didn't expect that Meng Le would be so careless about the enemy, and it wasn't until after the army crossed the river that he began to send scouts to reconnoiter everywhere under the reminder of his subordinates.

Also, don't look at the fierceness of this fire, in fact, there are not many people who were really burned to death by the fire.

The vast majority of Yan troops still fell to the ground in pushing each other and were trampled in each other's crowding, so they lost the opportunity to escape.

There were also many Yan soldiers who were suffocated to death by thick smoke.

If Meng Le could calmly command, let the Yan army overcome the fear in his heart, and then retreat in an orderly manner, the Yan army would never be in such chaos.

Zhao Jia seems to have expected this.

The reason why he chose to ambush Meng Le was because he had already discovered that this person had no ability to command troops, and it was only because of his deep family background that he was able to serve as a general in the army.

This kind of person can also wave his flag and shout when he fights with the wind, and as long as he encounters setbacks, he will inevitably be in chaos.

"Soldiers, cover your face with wet wipes and kill the enemy with me!"

Although the Yan army was completely defeated at this time, if Zhao Jia ignored it, there would definitely be no few people who could survive the Yan army.

Only by taking advantage of the victory in the flames can we truly destroy this Yan army and achieve a brilliant victory.

Zhao Guo needs such a hearty victory.

"Promise!"

The two thousand Zhao countries were strong, and they promised in unison, and their eyes were full of fierce fighting intent.

These two thousand soldiers of Zhao Guo are not old and weak, women and children, but an elite group of Zhao Jia who gathered the entire Gu Yi and formed an elite.

Most of Zhao Guonan's sons have experienced a hundred battles, and these two thousand people have gathered, and their combat effectiveness should definitely not be underestimated.

Under the command of Zhao Jia, even if there was a raging fire in front of them, they dared to charge and fight.

"Knock knock!"

The drums of war resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Zhao Jia brought wet wipes, put on clothes that had long been soaked in cold water, and rushed over first.

They tried their best to avoid those places where the fire was blazing, and chased after the defeated Yan army, like tigers descending from the mountain.

"Kill!"

The army of 2,000 tigers and wolves, chasing and killing 20,000 and losing their weapons, only thinking about the defeat of the remnants of the army who fled for their lives, the outcome is self-evident.

Destroying and decaying, like splitting bamboo, these adjectives are so apt now.

"Continue to rush and kill, capture Meng Le alive!"

Zhao Jia endured the discomfort caused by the smoke and yelled at the throat.

Meng Le was bent on escaping at this time, and he didn't even pay attention to his own guards.

It's a pity that Meng Le didn't escape far before he was knocked to the ground by the crazy rout, who stepped on Meng Le and broke his left leg.

Meng Le shouted hoarsely, telling his identity as a general, but it didn't play the slightest role.

Perhaps, those who broke the army did not believe that he was a general.

It's a pity that Meng Le's disregard for the soldier's own escape made everyone lose the slightest fear of him.

Until the end, Meng Le struggled with all his strength to climb under the big tree.

The smoke was billowing and choking Meng Le with little way to breathe.

He wanted to escape, but unfortunately his left leg was broken, and there were bursts of unbearable pain, which made Meng Le feel desperate.

The fire hadn't burned yet, and the smoke had already made Meng Le feel a little suffocated.

At this time, Meng Le's face was mixed with a lot of blood and mud, and his armor was also worn crookedly, without the slightest general's demeanor.

He shouted hoarsely, asking for help from the fleeing Yan army, but no one paid attention to Meng Le, the general.

I have to say that this is a great sadness.

In other words, there were too many Yan troops who fell along the way, and they were all like Meng Le, desperately begging for help.

The Yan army in the rout has seen too much, and now he only cares about himself, how can he care about the life and death of others?

"Kill!"

The shouts of killing were getting closer and closer, and Meng Le, who fell to the ground, was becoming more and more desperate in his heart.

It was only at this point that he regretted it a little.

"If I hadn't abandoned my subordinates and fled, if I had put life and death aside and calmly commanded, I'm afraid I wouldn't have fallen to this!"

Meng Le laughed miserably, tears falling from his eyes.

He seemed to understand why those people in his own clan did not agree to join the army in the first place.

"Perhaps, I'm not suitable for commanding troops!"

The shouting of killing was getting closer and closer, and the smoke was also billowing in, and Meng Le felt that his mind was already a little dizzy from lack of oxygen.

"Capture Meng Le alive!"

In a daze, Meng Le seemed to hear Zhao Jun's shout, and his brain, which was already about to faint, suddenly became a little sober.

"Meng Le is here, a certain wish to surrender!"

He yelled loudly with all his might, and then the feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, and he couldn't bear it anymore and fainted directly.

Meng Le knew that being captured by Zhao Jun might be the only chance to survive.

Vaguely, Meng Le felt himself being carried away, jolting away from the fire.

On the mountain road, Zhao Jia led his subordinates and hurriedly withdrew towards Guyi.

After capturing Meng Le, the Zhao army did not continue to pursue the Yan army, but hurriedly retreated.

What do you say?

First of all, the fire and smoke were getting bigger and bigger, even if Zhao Jia had been prepared, the soldiers under his command couldn't bear it.

In this pursuit, in the face of the Yan army who was bent on escaping, Zhao Guo's soldiers were almost unharmed.

However, in the face of billowing smoke, Zhao Guo's soldiers also suffered nearly 300 casualties.

This kind of casualty made Zhao Jia unacceptable.

If the Yan army continues to be pursued, even if the results of the battle can be expanded, the casualties of Zhao Guo's soldiers will inevitably increase significantly.

Most importantly, the Yan army has begun to force the crossing of Koushui.

If Zhao Jia is greedy for merit and fighting, I am afraid that after the Yan army is completely defeated, the rest of the Yan army will also take root on the west bank of Koushui.

At that time, it was a little too late for Zhao Jia to retreat.