"Block them, send a dozen people to block the door!" The Northern Zhou lord in the camp was already bubbling with anxiety, and there were only these soldiers and horses in the entire Xihe crossing, and now the camp on the other side could not be counted on, and only these two or three hundred people could be mobilized under his command.

It's really stretched.

And to his surprise, the enemy did not stop after taking the camp on the other side, but directly launched an attack on his own camp, and the way of attack almost made the Northern Zhou battle lord drop his jaw.

Now all he could do was send someone to inform the defenders of the Heavenly Palace Courtyard and block those who wanted to get close to the gate.

If the gates of the camp are opened, the camp will not have to be guarded.

The lord of this battle was also a veteran who had participated in the pacification of the Bashu Rebellion many years ago, and at first glance he could see the origin of those thin men who rushed to the front. These people who had killed them in the dark could be said to be the most profound impression of the war lord on that big battle.

Although they were defeated, their bravery and fearlessness still left an indelible shadow in the hearts of too many veterans. Such an enemy can be faced once in this life.

And now these men appeared in front of them again, the knives in their hands rose and fell, and the faces on their faces were as hideous as devils. The battle lord only felt that his chest had become cold at this moment, and he could only watch as his soldiers collapsed under the combined siege of the people and those old soldiers of Nan Chen.

For a while, there was no fighting spirit at all.

At the beginning, there was Lu Teng in the Northern Zhou Dynasty and Yu Wenshu, and the battle was still so dangerous in the face of the people. And now it is himself who is presiding over this battle······ Wei Chi Yu and Wei Xiaokuan didn't know where they were, and no one could decide the movements of their own army except themselves.

"Kill!" A Southern Chen Gong kicked over a panicked Northern Zhou crossbowman, raising his arms and shouting. Countless people swept past him, fighting and roaring in the chaotic array of enemies.

The battle lord stood there dumbfounded, his hands and feet cold, watching Nan Chen's army easily tear open in the fragile defensive line, watching them rush to the door not far away, and watching the gate be easily opened······

These people are like a bunch of crazy people, they are not afraid of sacrifice, they are not afraid of death, they fall themselves, and someone will make up for it later. In order to defend this camp, the lord asked himself to do a good job, the tall wall, and the sudden bed crossbow, for any army to overcome the barrier.

But this army was easily defeated, and many of them fell, but their march never stopped. All the generals led the team to the front line, and all the soldiers were running forward after their generals.

The Northern Zhou lord even believed that even without the plum claws, these soldiers would follow the figures and the banner flying at the front and crash headlong into the wall, until all of them fell, or the wall was uprooted.

What kind of army is this, and the commander of this army, Li Xinchen, has instilled in them the ideal of how to work hard, and what kind of reward has been promised. The Lord didn't know why they were working so hard, but he knew that he had failed completely this time.

A banner with the word "Cao" jumped into view, and more Southern Chen soldiers rushed in from the open gate of the camp, while the Northern Zhou army could only retreat back in a panic.

"······ to the people" The Lord came back to his senses at this time and sighed softly.

Li Xinchen released a fierce tiger out of Sheng!

"Outflank, block the way out!" Cao Zhong shouted to his subordinates.

"Follow me!" The two battle masters had already understood, and they urged their soldiers and horses to outflank them from the left and right.

There are not many Northern Zhou soldiers and horses left in this camp, but if they are allowed to retreat to Tiangongyuan Mountain, it will undoubtedly increase the strength of the defenders of Tiangongyuan.

"Retreat, retreat to the baggage camp!" The Northern Zhou Battle Lord also reacted, jumped down from the point general platform, slashed a Southern Chen soldier who wanted to stop him, and strode back.

Although separated by layers of people and horses, Cao Zhong still saw this guy at first sight, and he didn't care about the rest of the people, he made a gesture at his personal guards, and rushed to the enemy in front first. And the guards had long been engrossed in it, and they hurried to follow at this time.

In the midst of the chaos, it was not so easy to stop Cao Zhong, so they could only follow him quickly and protect him.

Cao Zhong was not a reckless competitor, but the heavy casualties he had paid outside the camp had deeply stimulated him. The clay figure still has three points of fire, and now Cao Zhong can't wait to drag the retreating battle master and cut off his head with a knife.

"Keep up, keep up!" The surrounding generals also discovered Cao Zhong's movements, and hurriedly led his subordinates to closely pursue Cao Zhong and hit the depth of the Northern Zhou camp.

"Dang!" Swords collided with each other with a crisp sound. Cao Zhong directly hit the chest of the Northern Zhou soldier and pushed him away. Cao Zhong's body bones are not thick, but the Sichuan and Shu people are generally shorter, so Cao Zhong still has an advantage this time.

The soldier staggered two steps and could only retreat, but before he could stand firmly, he was overwhelmed by the Nan Chen army that rushed up from behind. As for Cao Zhong, he had already broken through the barriers of the other two companions behind him, and followed the figure in front of him closely!

The Northern Zhou War Lord had already retreated to the wall of the baggage camp, and at this time, he also saw the figure that was rapidly approaching him, and he couldn't help but take a light breath, and the knife in his hand was slowly raised.

Cao Zhong came quickly, and in the face of these Northern Zhou soldiers who did not have much combat skills and experience, he was still very easy to deal with, not to mention that there were many guards and Southern Chen soldiers around him, which was enough to help him block the left and right.

"Kill!" Cao Zhong burst out with a roar, and the sword was raised high, falling straight down at the Northern Zhou Battle Lord!

It's not fancy, it's menacing.

The wind of the sword tore through the air, forming a turbulent current, and the whistling wind "poof" hit the cheek of the lord of the battle like a knife. The battle master's movements were quite fast, and he was able to dodge this thunderous blow. But before he came back to his senses, Cao Zhong had already deceived himself in front of him!

The battle master's pupils contracted suddenly, and Cao Zhong's fist slammed into his chest. The open chest seemed to sink directly in front of this powerful fist. Cao Zhong didn't care at all about his bloody fist because of the blow on the armor, and swung the knife horizontally!

The knife slashed through the Lord's fragile abdomen, and the Lord's eyes widened.

Cao Zhong didn't give her a chance to struggle one last time, and kicked him on the crook of the knee, making the battle master kneel down with his stomach in his hands, and Cao Zhong raised his knife and cut off his head neatly.

The head rolled down in the snow, his eyes widening, not knowing whether it was because of resentment or fear.

And the silence around was as dead as death.