Han Shiwang was anxious to show his attitude, and Zhang Jin was worried about the combat effectiveness of the captives after they were recruited. The two of them each focused on their own goals, and no one noticed that Cheng Mingzhen's gaze contained more than his usual tolerance at this time. Zhang Jin said that it was a cage and protection, and he once controlled and raised him. And now, Zhang Jin said that he was dead, whether it was a cage or a protection, all disappeared without a trace in an instant. The road ahead is wide and the sky is wide, and Cheng Mingzhen can do whatever he wants.

The second battle began punctually in the early morning. After feeling that he had missed the opportunity, Qinghe Juncheng behaved extremely decisively. The soldiers of Xun ordered the soldiers to end their morning lunch at three o'clock and line up to fight at the hour.

The Xuzhou army, which had experienced a night of fierce fighting, must have been very tired. So for the Yang Shan Association, there is not too much to miss. He thought so, and was ready to take advantage of the enemy's weakness. But he didn't expect that his subordinates were also tossed by the sound of the horn last night, and their bodies were as weak as the enemy.

In this way, the two tired soldiers fought to the death in the morning light. As soon as both sides came up, they tried with all their might to seize the initiative on the battlefield, but neither side was able to successfully achieve the set goal. The soldiers on both sides huddled together like a gathering, swords and spears facing each other, shouting and scolding, spitting stars and blood beads splashing on each other's faces, dirty and hideous. Then they moved again under the command of their commanders, separated, and prepared to start the next round of hedging.

Under the supervision of the Yangshan Society, the Qinghe County soldiers attacked very actively, pushed into the enemy position three times in a row, and were pushed back three times in a row. Under the command of Cheng Mingzhen, the Zhaozhou Army also launched three counterattacks, each of which was declared in vain.

About an hour later, the two sides invariably retreated the array, shot their positions with random arrows, and actively stored their physical strength to prepare for the next round of fighting. The standard infantry bows of the county soldiers were powerful at this time, and the poorly equipped Xuzhou army could only be beaten passively for a long distance. \And the difference in the personal qualities of the officers and men of the Zhaozhou Army was also revealed at this moment. The middle army and the right flank were obviously better trained than the left, and sensing the difference in the range of the bows and arrows, they immediately increased their retreat and erected a wooden shield the size of a door panel to protect themselves. The minions on its left flank were huddled together with a chaotic bombardment, unable to retreat or respond appropriately.

"Damn thief!" Yang Shanhui's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he quickly caught the difference in the enemy's performance. After a little pondering, he understood the cause of the difference. In order to make up for the lack of equipment of his soldiers with the number of people, Cheng Mingzhen pulled all the giant deer thieves who had just "swallowed into his stomach" to the battlefield. When a swarm of thieves swarms up, it is naturally difficult for people to distinguish the difference between them. But after all, the group of thieves in Juluze has just joined the gang, and people's hearts are not stable. Therefore, the reaction after hearing the order is always half a beat slower than others, and the adaptability of its main general is far below the original team of the Zhaozhou Army.

With a tired teacher, the suspicious crowd is the way to death. An indescribable joy swelled up in Yang Shanhui's heart, and then all joy was replaced by worry. "Cheng Thief would be so careless?" He couldn't trust his own judgment. After all, in the past three years, the fox-like cunning boy in the distance has made him suffer many losses. But the temptation of victory is so luscious, if you hit the force to defeat the left flank of the Cheng thief, and then push horizontally to the right, you can form an inverted bead curtain. At that time, even if Cheng Thief is resurrected by Sun Wu and Wu Qi is alive, I am afraid that there will be no way to turn the tide.

Cheng Mingzhen, who was in the distance, obviously felt that his subordinates were out of touch. At the risk of being sniped by stray arrows, he rode out and galloped back and forth along his main formation. After running a short distance, he raised his sword and shouted at the brethren to boost morale. Yang Shanhui couldn't tell what his opponent was shouting, but he could hear the minions' responses clearly, and the more clearly he could tell the difference. \ The cries of the Chinese army and the right flank were full of exhaustion, but the morale was not weakened. The minions on the left try to be as consistent as possible with the others, but their shouts are scrambled and weak.

After shouting for a while, the group of thieves regained their spirits under Cheng Mingzhen's dispatch, marched in unison, and slowly pressed forward. Apparently, they were ready to take a gamble. Yang Shanhui also cautiously ordered the soldiers to meet them slowly, and used feathered arrows to attack the enemy's morale while approaching the enemy. The two sides began to attack each other from a distance of about one hundred and twenty paces, and shot until eighty paces. Sharp armor-piercing cones and fluttering bamboo arrows come and go, obscuring the sky and the sun. But they didn't cause too much trouble to each other. The thieves were fully prepared this time, and the huge shield in front of the formation was folded into a moving wooden wall. The swordsman of Park, who followed closely behind the giant shield, raised all the leather shields diagonally, so that the feathered arrows that occasionally crossed the wooden wall could not find a suitable gap. The official army's precautions against the feather arrows were much easier. The leather armor on their bodies was more than enough to counteract most of the power of the bamboo arrows. Even if someone occasionally wins the lottery and is hit by an extremely rare Iron Blade Eagle Feather, it is difficult to form a fatal injury. The cowardly immediately pulled the feathered arrow from his armor and swore and trampled on the soles of his feet. The bold ones don't even look at it, and let the feathered arrows stick in their bodies to show their bravery.

The closer the two sides go, the more obvious the enemy's flaws become. is also facing the rain of arrows, and the right wing of the Zhaozhou Army and the Chinese Army are well coordinated with the drumbeat behind them. Every step is unhurried. And the minions of the left are constantly adjusting, adjusting, adapting. It was a few steps behind. This turns the entire attack array into an ugly side-fold line. Cheng Mingzhen, who was in the middle of the scheduling, had to temporarily adjust the drum beat to adapt to the pace of dragging the latter.

"The thief is at his best!" More than one person saw the predicament that the Xuzhou army was in and walked in front of Yang Shanhui to offer advice.

"A thief is like a fox!" Yang Shanhui frowned and vetoed in a low voice. \The two sides are about to make contact, and if the next move is to concentrate his forces on the enemy's left flank, now is the best time for him to make adjustments. But Cheng Mingzhen has always been cunning, how could he not see such an obvious flaw?

While hesitating, the Xuzhou army had begun to increase with all its might. The Giant Shieldmen all stopped, stabbing their shields heavily in front of them. The shields are no longer closely connected to each other, but like a fence, a huge gap is exposed. The long-haired hand and the Pak knife hand rushed out of the gap between the shields, and rushed forward with shouts inspired by the sound of drums. At such a short distance, it was difficult to swing the feather arrow. The soldiers quickly threw their bows on the ground and raised their lances to form a jungle of steel.

"Kill!" The shouts were like thunder, shaking the surrounding ground. The jungle formed by the county soldiers with long lances quickly cracked, and the thieves seeped in like water on the beach. The soldiers in the front row had no choice, so they could only engage with the closest person to them. Either kill the enemy, or be killed. The blood-colored mist filled the sun, staining the blue sky, white clouds, green trees, and loess all scarlet.

"Beat the drums, beat the drums!" For a moment, both managers stopped thinking. React optimally on instinct. Yang Shan will mobilize the whole army to make up for the gap, and try to drive the group of thieves away from their own formation. Cheng Mingzhen tried to expand the results of the battle and completely shredded the array of county soldiers. The color and smell of human blood irritated the hearts of each combatant, turning their eyes a terrible dark red. Staring at red-eyed, they cut down and killed enemies who were close to them. Then he fell under the weapon of another enemy, screaming, wailing, and dying.

This battle was far more intense than before, making Yang Shanhui think several times that his Chinese army was about to be broken through. However, the weakness of the unfamiliar cooperation between the various units of the Zhaozhou Army was once again undoubtedly exposed. Cheng Mingzhen personally carried his knife into battle, and led his own soldiers and the Chinese army to the county soldiers' defense line more than 20 steps deep. \ On his left flank, instead of providing strong support to the Chinese army, he was forced to retreat again and again by the county soldiers. In order to maintain the integrity of the array and the continuity of the attack, Cheng Mingzhen had to lead his own soldiers to turn around and kill back. With the astute grasp of the battlefield with outstanding martial arts. He succeeded in saving the left from the crisis. However, the breakthrough formed in the middle lane was also forced back by Yang Shanhui's dispatch of people.

The two sides fought fiercely for nearly half an hour, leaving behind nearly a thousand corpses and then separating like a tide again. After Cheng Mingzhen shrank all his minions back into the shield wall, Yang Shanhui also retreated his subordinates to a position where they were not disturbed by the opponent's feather arrows. "Order, let Captain Zhou come to the Chinese army to see me!" As soon as he gained a foothold, he dispatched his troops. But it took a long time for the soldiers to return him with a disappointing answer. "Captain Zhou was hit by three arrows in his body, bleeding nonstop, and he was being treated in the rear army. If the adult needs it, his subordinates will immediately send someone to carry it over! “

"That's it!" Yang Shanhui frowned angrily, and his good impression of Zhou Wen disappeared in an instant. This man was deliberately passive to avoid the war in order to vent his frustration that his suggestion last night had not been adopted. But also don't look at what time it is? Yang Shanhui does not object to the arrogance of the generals, but he must not tolerate arrogance to threaten the overall situation.

"What an arrow, it's so powerful!" Some people have long been unaccustomed to seeing Zhou Wen and taking the opportunity to slander them. "Could it be that the thieves themselves can already make armor-piercing cones? And three arrows in a row were shot at Captain Zhou? ”

For this kind of guy who likes to dump each other, Yang Shanhui hates it even more. He glanced up at the other party and asked with a smile: "Captain Huang, at this point in the battle, do you have a good plan to break the enemy in your heart?" ”

"Humble and stupid, only know how to obey the orders of adults, and die without spinning!" Captain Huang is very clever and knows that he will never be able to compare with Zhou Wen in terms of planning, so he simply emphasizes his loyalty directly. \

This answer made Yang Shanhui very pleased, put away his previous unhappiness, and encouraged with a smile: "As a general, you should naturally know how to order and prohibit. Now the old man has a strategy that needs to use your bravery, you are willing to give it a try! ”

"But there is a dispatch, don't dare to disobey!" Captain Huang Mingyuan crossed his hands and replied loudly. Yang Shanhui has just been promoted to the county leader, and two new captains have been added to his command, but there are more than a dozen captains and generals who are staring at these two places. The limelight of the ordinary people was all robbed by Zhou Wen, and their talents could not be revealed. Today's time is coming, and fools can't grasp it well!

"Hmm!" Yang Shanhui nodded approvingly and groaned softly. "You see, the momentum of the enemy side is obviously weaker and the other directions. Later, when the two armies come into contact, you can lead your headquarters to attack their weak points, and the old man will arrange for the other brothers to follow you forward. If you can defeat its left flank in one fell swoop, this battle merit must be yours! ”

"No!" Huang Mingyuan agreed without hesitation.

Yang Shanhui smiled and patted his back, then turned his head and dispatched troops and horses as a follow-up input. In his mind, the best person to test the reality of the enemy army should be Zhou Wen, because this person is clever enough, and his martial arts are barely reasonable. But since the surname Zhou has picked a pick, he is not reluctant. Qinghe County is now full of talents, and one less captain who doesn't know the depth will not hurt his muscles and bones.

Before he finished adjusting the deployment, Cheng Mingzhen couldn't wait to start another round of strong attacks. Learning from the lessons of the previous rounds, he deliberately shifted the position of the left flank to the back, and the right flank leaned forward sharply, and from a distance, the whole formation looked like a curved sickle.

"According to the plan, split up!" Yang Shanhui did not hesitate to end the adjustment and ordered loudly. The safest and most critical part of the sickle is in the handle. \And the hilt of the enemy's sword is precisely composed of a rabble.

"Brothers, kill thieves and protect their families!" Huang Mingyuan shot a feather arrow, dropped his bow, and raised his horizontal knife. "Kill the thief!" More than 300 soldiers armed to the teeth responded loudly. They leaped out of the crowd just before the two armies were about to make contact, and rushed straight to the enemy's left flank. The stunned faces of most of the soldiers on both sides were left in the blood light raised behind them.

The minions on the left flank of the Yuzhou Army did not expect that the enemy would suddenly counterattack and make adjustments in a hurry. But their reflexes are too slow to keep up with the changes in the situation on the battlefield. Before Han Shiwang could finish the order with the sound of a horn, the county soldiers had already rushed in. The minions in the front row couldn't resist and retreated. The minions in the back row were unaware of the changes in front of them, and they followed the drumbeat of the Chinese army to move forward.

The minions, caught between their own and the enemy, became the first victims. They had no strength to resist the attacks of Huang Mingyuan and others, nor could they escape the impending doom. Almost watching the enemy rush in front of him, his sword in hand. "Ahh Someone screamed before he fell, not from pain, but from fear. More people didn't even have time to scream, their hands grasping the shaft of the spear that had pierced into their bodies, their eyes full of astonishment.

"Resist, give me all the resistance, the head of the sect looks at everyone!" Han Shiwang reluctantly passed the order, and then shouted at the top of his throat. Several loyal brothers protected him and accompanied him as they met the enemy. The blades like frost were cut one after another, and Han Shiwang was stumbling left and right, and he would never give up. One of the soldiers stabbed him in the shin with the tip of his spear, and he grabbed the shaft of the spear and rolled over, slashing him in the chest. Blood poured down on his head like a waterfall, and in the next moment, Han Shiwang staggered up in a pool of blood and stabbed into the lower abdomen of the enemy soldier who was close to him.

He burst into tears of pain, and was so scared that he died. But he didn't have a chance to keep the promise he made to his brothers at night. He couldn't stand behind his own line, kill the last escapee, and then kill himself. The front of the left flank was already showing signs of collapse, while the brethren behind them were still pushing forward with indifference. Now, his only choice is to meet the enemy army and die on the battlefield. At least that way, you can escape the humiliation of being executed as the culprit of the defeat.

As if guessing what he was thinking, more soldiers rushed towards him with weapons. These guys are well-trained and well-equipped. All of them are no less than the sharps who were carefully trained by the famous people of the time. And Han Shiwang's martial arts were not outstanding among the sharps, and he soon fell more wounds on his body, struggling in the swords and spears with the life-saving experience accumulated in the past.

"Save the master of the Han village, save the master of the Han village!" I have to say that character is sometimes very important. Although Han Shiwang was timid and fearful, he never took the initiative to harm his brothers. So many minions are thinking about his benefits, and they can't bear to leave him and run for their lives alone at the critical moment. In the panic shouts, dozens of young minions rushed into the battle group at the risk of death, dragged Han Shiwang up, and retreated. Han Shiwang dragged his legs to the ground and refused to leave with the group, his hand was dancing with a horizontal knife, and his mouth kept shouting indistinctly: "Can't retreat, can't retreat." When we retreat, we have no place to stay! ”

"We have nowhere to retreat!" "Julu Ze will be the head of the sect soon!" "We can't afford to offend him!" "Our wives and children are counting on others to feed them!" After shouting for a long time, all the minions finally understood what Han Shiwang was shouting, and finally understood why Brother Han, who had always been the first to save his life, suddenly became so brave. yes, there's nowhere to retreat. If this battle fails, Yang Shan will never let go of any living person inside after attacking Juluze. And in case Cheng Mingzhen is lucky enough to turn the tables, what is the performance of everyone retreating in advance? What is the crime of escaping from the battle, it is clearly written in the military law. \Besides, those guys in the Zhaozhou Army already look down on everyone, and they may come to find trouble at any time. If you take the initiative to put the handle in their hands, I am afraid that none of your life, property, children and wives behind you will be left to you.

"Kill it, don't show it to anyone!" Someone reacted to the taste and shouted with a crying voice. This sentence caused a great resonance, and the effect was far better than Han Shiwang's shouting just now. Most of the minions who retreated turned to meet the enemy, and the minions who were still advancing continued to push forward. Everyone hugged each other, like moths to a flame, facing the formidable enemy. Fall one, pour a batch. Shouting and shouting, I would rather die in battle than retreat. The soldiers of Qinghe County, who were killing smoothly, could not adapt to this sudden change, and were squeezed into a ball in a hurry, with dead and wounded.

Huang Mingyuan quickly found the crux of the problem and aimed the blade at Han Shiwang, who was covered in blood. He was going to chop this guy who was blocking his achievements with his own hands. Although there is no such thing in the order given by Yang Shanhui. The county soldiers followed him and quickly turned around, stabbed forward diagonally, and quickly approached Han Shiwang. Han Shiwang wiped the blood from his face, gritted his teeth, and stared at the attacker's white blade.

Both sides are desperate, and it depends on who has more experience in killing. Han had a slight upper hand in this regard, and in a few rounds, he eliminated an opponent. The other county soldier closest to him was independently resisting the attack of the two minions, and was rushed by Han Shiwang from the side and back, slashing into the thigh. "Ahh "Fuck you!" Han Shiwang drew a knife and slashed into his throat. The head of the county soldier tilted and he died of anger.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the third soldier had already arrived. This is a big man, and his figure is a whole head taller than Han Shiwang. \ Han Shiwang couldn't resist and jumped around in front of the other party like a monkey. The strong man hit the empty space several times, and he was so angry that he roared angrily.

The roar drew more attacks for him, two horizontal knives, a spear, almost simultaneously striking at the man. One of the horizontal knives was separated by the strong man, but the other two changed angles in the middle of the way and directly entered the strong man's body. Han Shiwang jumped forward to make up for the last cut, then quickly jumped away and thanked him loudly for helping, "Thank you, brother." You"

His eyes widened, and he nearly tripped over the corpse on the ground. Because it was none other than Cheng Mingzhen's henchman Wang Ermao who helped him a lot. Before he could recover from his surprise, Huang Mingyuan had already killed. Wang Ermao picked away Huang Mingyuan's weapon, and then quickly ordered, "Retreat, the sect leader will let you lead the brothers to retreat!" ”

"What?" Han Shiwang could hardly believe his ears. Retreat? Cheng Mingzhen actually let everyone take the initiative to suffer humiliation. Wang Ermao didn't give him a chance to protest, and while leading people to meet Huang Mingyuan's attack, he added sharply, "Retreat, don't talk nonsense." The military order is like a mountain! ”

When Cheng Mingzhen was training in Juluze, what he emphasized most was the majesty of military orders. Han Shiwang knew this clearly in his heart, so he didn't dare to follow his temperament. Jump out of the warband and pull out the horn from your waist. "Woo, woo, woo" came out of him with a somewhat unwilling order, and quickly spread throughout the left wing. The minions, who were desperately fighting the enemy, turned back blankly, and then quickly fell apart.

Disorderly life, this is a real disorderly life, enough to endanger the whole army. After the horn sounded, Han Shiwang realized this. But the situation is irreparable, and the minions who were already fighting to the death instantly lost their last bit of motivation, broke and fled in front of the enemy, and were chased from behind like rabbits, stabbed, and hacked to death. \

The building is about to fall, and Wang Ermao has become a single tree. Although the personal soldiers he led were all elite, they were outnumbered and forced to retreat again and again by Huang Mingyuan and others. And Huang Mingyuan couldn't bear the joy that fell from the sky in this instant, and he didn't have time to think about anything else, so he just blindly chased and beat hard.

The handsome flag waved, and Yang Shanhui pressed the whole army over. The left wing was by no means a decoy, and no general dared to take the risk of the entire army. Throw half of the brothers as bait to their opponents in exchange for a winning opportunity. If it can't be grasped, it will be doomed.

The more the left flank of the Zhaozhou Army could not support it, the degree of retreat was like an avalanche. Dragged down by it, the Chinese army, the right flank also had to be deflected, bent into an ugly hook shape, and constantly stretched, continued to bend more, bend, almost break.

"It's over!" Han Shiwang, who had followed the rout and ran a few steps, stopped and turned back blankly. This time it's completely over, the Zhaozhou army has been defeated, and Juluze is gone. What awaits him will be the cages, shackles, and wooden stakes on the walls of Qinghe County. In the midst of inexplicable grief and indignation, he saw the county soldiers rushing in, driving the brothers like sheep, and rolling towards the Chinese army. Cheng Mingzhen's Chinese army could not withstand the double impact of the rout and the county soldiers, and kept retreating. The proud battle flag of the past lost its color and crumbled.

In stark contrast to this, Yang Shanhui's handsome banner is long-term and invincible.

Suddenly, a lightning bolt lit up in the clear sky, illuminating Han Shiwang's eyes. Farther away, that is, the original right flank of the Zhaozhou Army, it seemed that it could not bear the heavy pressure of the Chinese army, and it quickly broke and whirled. Like a broken scythe, it flew a few steps and slashed hard at the stretched back of the soldier.

Two sections in one hit.

All the answers were revealed in that instant.

Cheng Mingzhen was not optimistic about the combat effectiveness of the new returnees at all. However, he didn't dare to put such a large group of people behind him with confidence and lead the Zhaozhou army to fight against the strong enemy. Once there is another person in this group of people who is good at seizing opportunities like Lu Fangyuan, the Zhaozhou army, which has fought with the Qinghe soldiers and is defeated, will no longer have the strength to turn their heads to face the newly rising enemy.

So, he put the New Returnees on his flank. Not to use their combat power, but to use their lives. Use his life to attract opponents. The real killing move is actually hidden on the right flank, once Yang Shan will swallow the bait according to the ** that he can't resist to win, the Mo Dao team that once put Lu Fangyuan in the Jedi last night will be sacrificed again and cut off the backbone of the Qinghe County soldiers.

Yang Shanhui could not resist the temptation of the left.

Because the left flank of the Zhaozhou Army, which was composed of suspicious people, was not a deception at all, but a complete rout. As long as they grasp the opportunity, the Qinghe soldiers can take advantage of the situation to roll up the bead curtain and lay the victory in one fell swoop.

Therefore, the courage of the rabble to fight back just now was what Cheng Mingzhen did not expect in advance and would never need. He just needs the rabble to remain true to themselves, cowardly, routed, driven by the enemy, slaughtered. Then he could see the opportunity and make a resolute move.

Therefore, he would rather use a chaotic life to ruin the unexpected stalemate, throwing hundreds or even thousands of minions to his opponent like outcasts.

I get it, I get it all.

Han Shiwang, who figured out the trick, held a pestle and a horizontal knife in his hand and stood frozen on the spot. The fragile horizontal knife could not support his heavy shoulders at all, and it kept bending, bending, and almost breaking. But he was unaware of it. Let his body lean down, let the retreating robes run past him, and then, let the robes that suddenly appeared and changed their situation, turn their heads, run past them, and rejoin the battle group.

It will be Yang Shanhui who is really powerless, and Han Shiwang knows that whether he joins or not, it will not affect the overall situation. At the moment when the soldiers of Qinghe County rushed into their rabble and slashed and slaughtered, all the results of this battle had been written. The difference is only in the number of sacrifices made by himself and the rabble under his command, whether the whole army is lost, or more than half of it is lost, and the vitality is lost from then on!

Either way, it no longer poses a threat to Cheng Mingzhen.

Woo, woo, woo, the horn of the Chinese army rose again, urging everyone to press on it, completely killing the Qinghe soldiers. Han Shiwang wiped the blood stains on the corners of his mouth and staggered to the front of the battle. Having figured it all out, he decided to hide all his thoughts and never tell anyone more.

A fool is safer than another clever person in front of a smart one. Moreover, today's Cheng Mingzhen is more suitable to be a big boss, and his original kindness that was close to cowardice will only make his ending in the troubled times more tragic.

Perhaps, today's Cheng Mingzhen is the real Cheng Mingzhen. A milk tiger may be as kind as a cat before it has full teeth, but a tiger is a tiger, and once it grows up, it will be bloodthirsty. It's nature, and no one can change it.

Moreover, the one who supervised this tiger to grow up was Zhang Jincheng, the great master of Julu Ze, who is known as the wolf king!