The spears thrown by the Jingbian Fort army and the feathered arrows shot with bursts of sound breaking through the air, rushed straight to the people of the Shen Yiyuan Institute who attacked Jingbian Fort.

Within 30 to 60 paces of the second trench, many of those closer to the trench were struck by thick javelins, and many of those farther away were shot by a dense stream of feathered arrows.

In this area, not only the people who were driven by Gao Yingdeng to attack Jingbian Fort suffered heavy casualties, but also the so-called headquarters led by Gao Yingdeng himself, that is, the real thieves, also suffered great casualties.

The Jingbian Fort Army struck such a powerful blow that all the horses of the Shenyi Yuan Division, whether it was the people who were forced to attack the city, or the real thieves who were tasked with supervising the battle and besieging the city, were stunned and knocked out of their courage.

"The officers and soldiers are so powerful, we can't resist it, so run for your life."

I don't know who shouted such a voice, and all the people, whether they were real thieves or ordinary people, used their strength to eat milk and ran back with a roar.

"Damn, the officers and soldiers have not exhausted the medicine, even if there are still many feather arrows, this battle can definitely not be fought again, brothers, follow me ......."

Gao Yingden saw that the firepower of the official army was too fierce, and if he insisted on attacking, the whole army would be annihilated, so he was ready to call everyone to retreat, but unfortunately before he finished speaking, several Fran machines on the head of the city suddenly made a loud noise, and several solid iron projectiles were shot in the direction where he was.

One of the solid iron projectiles grazed Gao Yingdeng's head with lightning speed, and half of his head flew out in all directions like tofu, red, white, gray, and scattered everywhere.

"Ying Deng........!" God Issein, who was watching the battle from afar, cried out in grief.

"Brother, the defensive position of the official army seems to be stronger than before, even Brother Gao Yingdeng has been poisoned by them, there must be many more arrows in their sub-medicine, those Mongols are wrong." Shen Yikui said urgently.

"Don't be busy talking about this, quickly withdraw the people and bring back Ying Deng's body." Shen Yiyuan pointed to the battlefield and hissed and shouted.

"Got it, brother, I'll do it." Shen Yikui agreed, and shouted loudly to his subordinates, who were already leaderless and fleeing wildly: "The whole army retreats, bring back the body of General Gao, if not, all the guards will be beheaded." ”

Gao Yingdeng's personal guards heard Shen Yikui's order, and they had no choice but to brave the artillery fire of the Jingbian Fort Army, and several people joined forces to snatch Gao Yingdeng's body back.

*****

"Brother Gao, you followed my god Yiyuan to raise troops together, lived and died together, and suffered together, but I didn't think that you would die here before you enjoyed a few days of blessings, brother, I am not worth it for you!"

In the big tent of the Chinese army, Shen Yiyuan stroked Gao Yingdeng's body with his hand and hissed with great sorrow.

Shen Yikui silently looked at his brother and grieved for a while, before he spoke up: "Brother, Brother Gao, he is dead, and he is relieved, although we are still alive, we also have to face a dilemma." So, brother, let's bury Big Brother Gao first, and then let's figure out a way out. ”

"Well, that's right. Yikui, find a good coffin to bury him, burn more paper money for him, and let him stop being a bitter soldier when he gets there, and be an outsider. Shen Yiyuan listened to his brother's persuasion, and then he mourned helplessly.

"Yes, brother, I'll send someone to do it." As soon as God agreed, he went straight to find the coffin.

But he said that when he walked out of the tent and was about to recruit someone to do this, he suddenly found the soldiers standing together in groups of three or five, as if they were whispering something, and when he appeared, he suddenly stopped talking and pretended not to say anything.

When Shen Yikui saw such a scene, he suddenly shivered, and a chill surged in his heart.

"Second Master Shen, you came out, is there anything wrong?" One of Shen Yikui's cronies stepped forward and asked.

"Master Gao died, and my eldest brother asked me to find a coffin to bury him, so you can take someone to find a good coffin." Shen Yikui ordered.

"Yes, Second Master Shen, the villain will go." The cronie answered the last sentence and was about to leave, but was stopped by God.

"In the barracks, the soldiers are in groups of three, and groups of five are getting together, what are they talking about?" Shen Yikui looked left and right and asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing, that is, the officers and soldiers are very powerful, our army has suffered heavy casualties, it is difficult to catch the mouth, and complains that the Mongols refuse to help." The guard thought about it for a moment, and replied.

"Is that all there is to it?" Shen Yikui asked solemnly.

"This .......," the guard hesitated for a moment before replying, "there are some things they won't let me hear." ”

“........”

When Shen Yikui heard this, he glanced around for a while with a complicated expression, and he found that everywhere he looked, the groups of soldiers were staring at him for a while, and there seemed to be a different kind of light in their eyes, and then he turned his face away and did not look at him.

"Hurry up and take someone to find the coffin." Shen Yikui looked around and withdrew his gaze, and then he hurriedly urged his own guard.

"Yes, Second Master Shen, the villain will go." The guard received the order, so he took people to find the coffin.

Shen Yikui looked at the surrounding environment again, and then frowned and went to call all the 1,000 old brothers from the Dingbian camp and placed them near the big tent of the Chinese army in case of accidents.

When the old brothers in the border camp came to the vicinity of the big tent of the Chinese army to take up the duties of guard, God Yikui entered the big tent with peace of mind.

"You've called all the old brothers!" Shen Yiyuan asked.

"Brother, the officers and soldiers are very strong, our army has suffered heavy casualties, and the morale of the army has fallen! We are already in danger. I just went out to take a look, and there are a lot of new armies that seem to be plotting something, and I suspect they may want the heads of you and my brothers to redeem themselves. Shen Yikui frowned.

"It is up to man to plan things, and it is up to heaven to make things happen. Since we are now in a dangerous situation, I think it is better for us to only take the old brothers and go out at night, leaving the Mongols to attract the attention of the officers and soldiers, and let's go to Huamachi to be recruited. "God is one.

"Brother, you refused to surrender to Liu Renyu nearby, is it because all the bandit leaders he planted here were killed by him?" Shen Yikui asked.

"Exactly, Tang Bao said that the three thieves who were planted in Jingbian Fort, Wang Zishun, and Zhang Shusheng were all killed by Liu Renyu because they rebelled again. Do you think that if we surrender to him, it will end well? Shen Yiyuan asked his younger brother with a serious expression.

"Brother, that's what you said." Shen Yikui first nodded, expressing his agreement with his brother's opinion, and then he suggested: "Brother, you see that otherwise, the Mongols are on our side, we might as well attack the Mongols, kill some Mongols and then go to Zhao'an." ”

"No, no. As you said, our army is broken, is what the two of us say still useful? And the Mongols are very wary of us, just with our old brothers in the Dingbian camp, do you think we can kill a few Mongols? Shen Yuan asked rhetorically.

"This .......," Shen Yikui was silent for a while, before replying, "not only will you not be able to kill a few, but you will also lose your manpower." ”

"That's right, second brother, we must have strength to be valued, what is strength, people are strength, let's go to Huamachi on the way, and then coerce, so that we have the capital to be recruited." God is one and the same.

"Brother is reasonable, I think, when the coffin is delivered, we will bury Brother Gao, just say to the old brothers, and leave tonight, how about it?" Shen Yikui advised.

"It's better to be sooner rather than later, and if you are afraid of change, just follow what the second brother said." Shen Yiyuan nodded in agreement.

After a short time, Shen Yikui's personal guards found a coffin. Shen Yiyuan and Shen Yikui buried Gao Yingden together, erected a tombstone for him, burned some paper money, and then began to plan for the night.

For the rest of the afternoon, Shen Yiyuan did not organize any offensive again, and the defenders of Jingbian Fort were also happy.

Inside the Shen Yi Yuan Division, Shen Yi Yuan and Shen Yi Kui gathered together with the old brothers of the Dingbian Battalion, guarding against the newly attached army from the rest of the place.

On the Mongol side, Tra ordered the sentry to be withdrawn, and the whole army retreated into the camp, closely monitoring the Shenyi Yuan military camp opposite.

The whole battlefield suddenly became a little quiet, a little weird.