In the south of Guang'an City, the Great War is in full swing.

The local tyrant is condescending, to fight more and less; The officers and soldiers are desperately resisting and trying to survive in the dead. In the exchange of knives and guns, countless lives are being lost and countless families are being shattered. Everyone pins their hopes of survival on the death of the other. In just half an hour, the corpses of both sides covered the hillside in front of Xingguo Temple. The steaming blood moistened the frozen land, and then flowed down the hillside, converging to the low-lying places, forming blood pits and blood streams.

After suffering for half an hour, the officers and troops who had been exhausted after a long time finally collapsed.

First, the left wing could not withstand the pressure and retreated, and then the formation was chaotic and the formation disintegrated; Then the right wing, which had just retreated, was immediately disintegrated by the retreat of the left wing.

As the saying goes: the defeat of the army is like a mountain, it is really true.

The battlefield was trampled and chaotic. The officers and soldiers threw away their banners and weapons, threw off their armor and helmets, and ran backwards as if they were dead, fleeing straight to their camp. The thugs howled and chased after them, catching up with one and hacking one to death. The shouts of killing and screams, like the grins of the imps, followed the footsteps of the flight like a shadow. Everyone is lost and out of breath, and no one wants to waste precious time running for their lives, looking back and seeing where their Lord is!

Where is Zhao Ronggui? He and his family were entangled by thugs.

When the local rioter brigade rushed out, Zhao Ronggui found that a group of thieves and cavalry from the west were trying to steal the camp, so he decisively led the Chinese cavalry to intercept it. The thief rode in the mountains and forests for a long time, the number of horses was small and the quality was low, and the training was even worse. The cavalry of the two armies collided together, and the smaller cavalry gradually gained the upper hand. But when Zhao Ronggui killed the thieves and expelled them from the battlefield, he found that his infantry brigade had collapsed.

Zhao Ronggui did not run away at this time. Without hesitation, he immediately led his family to turn back and kill back, hoping to stop the rout of the soldiers. But on a battlefield with more than 10,000 people, the cavalry with less than 100 men and horses desperately rushed to kill, but it was just to stop the boiling.

Zhao Ronggui's personal heroism not only failed to stop the soldiers from fleeing, but instead trapped himself.

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The big scene of the collapse of the official army did not fall into the eyes of Jiang Chengren standing on the pagoda of Xingguo Temple. I didn't expect that I would be able to survive in a desperate situation after receiving the broken banner of shaking the sky. Since leaving Bashan, Zhanqu County, and entering Guang'an, the two wars have been invincible. Now that victory is in sight, Jiang Chengren, who is excited, suddenly feels that his previous assistance to Yao Yuchuan was all in vain. It seems that he is Liu Bei! With Liu Xuande, there is Zhuge Liang. So who is Mr. Kong Ming? White impermanence! Jiang Chengren immediately thought of the Bai brothers, who were still confronting the Wang Fu soldiers. Now that Brother Bai's strategy has been nine out of ten, he is just one of the last links. If two boats filled with gunpowder and oil blew up and burned the pontoon bridge connecting the camps on the north and south banks, the last hope of the officers and troops to escape would be dashed.

Seeing the officers and soldiers running back all over the mountains, Gao Rongxuan commanded his Tianquan Tusi cavalry to maintain a strict horizontal formation, guarding in front of the 1,000 infantry of Xing Yunze's army, so as not to be scattered by the infantry formation.

He didn't plan to get much away from the barracks. Because the defeat of the officers and troops has become a fact, there is no room for recovery. His current mission is to contain and cover the remnants of the defeated army. If you go out too far, you will only get yourself in.

Of course, Gao Rongxuan is not willing to just be the role of a containment team, he wants to fight back, waiting for the best time to fight back.

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The remnants of the defeated army of the Zhao camp poured into the camp with white gas and did not stop. These veterans all know that as long as they are still on the left bank of the Xixi River, they have not reached a safe place. They continued to run forward, pushing and shoving towards the pontoon bridge on the bank of the river, until they ran headlong into the governor Liao, who was full of murderous face.

Liao Daheng asked people to move out the chairs in Zhao Ronggui's tent and put them at the head of the pontoon bridge. Wearing a black veil on his head and an official robe, he sat firmly on top of it, flanked by a company of guards and cavalry. Liao Daheng is like a door bolt, and the sluice gate cuts off the way for the rout to cross the river and flee for their lives.

When the routs rushed to the bridgehead, they were terrified by the scene in front of them, and they were terrified. They finally remembered that they were soldiers, that they were still on the battlefield, and that the only punishment for desertion in military law was to behead in public. So they had to slow down and see what the governor in front of them was doing.

"All squat!" Li Mingshi pointed his second horse gun at the flirtatious deserters, and shouted: "The governor has an order, and those who dare to cross the bridge will not be spared!" ”

All the soldiers of the 1st Guards Company magnified the battalion commander's order a hundred times in the form of a collective shout.

As the first rout sat down, a terrible rout was finally over.

At this time, the unlucky Zhao Ronggui was still desperately rushing to kill in the encirclement of the local tyrants. But he scattered the east, and the west came up again.

With the passage of time, Zhao Ronggui had fewer and fewer soldiers around him, and more and more enemies. As soon as someone falls off the horse, they will immediately be overwhelmed by the tide of the local tyrants.

Zhao Ronggui felt that the big knife in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, the war horse under his crotch was getting slower and slower, and there were more and more wounds on his body. He roared like an enraged wounded lion, and with all his last strength rushed in the direction of the ferry.

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Compared with infantry, cavalry has an advantage over infantry, in addition to the advantage of battlefield mobility: that is, the saving of soldiers' physical strength.

Gao Rongxuan, the commander of the 2nd Cavalry Battalion, calmly waited for the opportunity, waiting for the pursuers to exhaust their physical strength.

Light cavalry is not heavy cavalry, has no iron armor and horse armor, and is generally not used for direct charging of enemy formations. But the reason why military science is an art rather than a science is that he does not follow the rules. When the pursuers are exhausted, the light cavalry can sweep through the enemy line as well.

The pursuers approached.

Gao Rongxuan raised his arm high and ordered loudly: "All of them have!" Knife out of sheath! ”

Seeing that the pursuers of the Soil Tyrant had advanced to within two hundred paces. Gao Rongxuan pressed his hand down, and the sharp-eyed trumpeter did not hesitate at all, and immediately raised the brass trumpet and sounded the charge horn.

Gao Rongxuan put the Tibetan knife on his shoulder and began to control the horse and trot. The Tusi soldiers of the 1st Company of the 2nd Cavalry Battalion formed a sparse two-row horizontal formation, following their commander, controlling the speed of the horses and the rhythm of the charge.

After about fifty paces, Gao Rongxuan began to jerk the horses with the back of his knife. Driven by instinct, the sore war horse began to gallop wildly, knocking out everything that stood in its way, whether it was its own people or enemies.

Gao Rongxuan didn't slash and kill, he just waved his hand lightly, and the sharp Tibetan knife used the speed of the horse to continuously cut the shoulders, necks, hands and feet of several local rioters. He believed that in the middle of winter, with the medical conditions of the local rioters, it was impossible for these injured local rioters to live long. Even if they can struggle back to the city, it will still be the fate of death.

Two rows of galloping cavalry, like a whirlwind flying close to the ground, blew over the gentle hills. The exhausted thugs were caught off guard, and in the blink of an eye, they changed from euphoria pursuers to ghosts and wolves. Only this time the pursuers were not two-legged infantry, but four-legged cavalry!

The cavalry quickly rushed out for a mile, and Gao Rongxuan raised his palm backwards and gently strangled the war horse.

War horses are also life, and they also know exhaustion. If the rhythm of the impact cannot be controlled on the battlefield and the horses are blindly galloped, then the horses are likely to lose their strength and die. Once it is counterattacked by the opponent's cavalry, it will become a big defeat in the blink of an eye. The cover task has been completed, and Gao Rongxuan ordered the whole team to rest in place.

"There are still people fighting ahead!" A soldier reminded Gao Rongxuan.

Gao Rongxuan looked up, and about a hundred paces in front of the cavalry formation, one or two hundred local thugs were besieging a group of people, and the shouts of killing could be heard clearly.

"There's no rush. Rest the horses first. Gao Rongxuan waved his hand, but his eyes kept staring at the group of people. A general in iron armor rushed out of the encirclement on his prancing horse, but his horse gave up on his front feet and threw the general off the horse's head.

Gao Rongxuan smiled and praised: "I can't imagine that there are also people in the official army who can fight!" Let's go, boys, let's rush again! ”

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In winter, there is little water, and the Xixi River is not wide, only about 20 zhang.

He Gui's two centipede boats were side by side, moored on the pontoon, their heads facing west, the middle two rows of large oars pointing high and obliquely, and the seven-pound cannon in the bow pointed upstream.

Tan Sigui was standing on the edge of the pontoon bridge, waving his hand to direct the soldiers of the fourth battalion to quickly cross the rickety pontoon bridge. Many of the soldiers were scolded by the usually good-natured battalion commander for looking at the strange-looking centipede ship.

It's no wonder Tan Sigui is anxious. At present, Liao Fu and the first company of the guards only control two or three thousand defeated soldiers with the authority of the governor and more than 100 troops. If those defeated battalions roar or even mutiny, the consequences will be unimaginable. Only by taking over the camp on the north bank of the Xixi River as soon as possible, controlling the situation, and then transferring the remnants of the defeated army to Luodu in an orderly manner according to the explanation of the prince, can the Zhao camp be retained and included in the system of the Protector Army.

Tan Sigui, who wanted to cross the river, was anxious, and He Gui, who was ordered to protect the bridge, was even more anxious. Just now, a fast horse reported that an enemy fireboat refused to surrender and was ramming into the pontoon. The task given to him by the prince is to intercept the enemy's fireship at all costs.

But how? The centipede boat is downstream, the fireboat is upstream, and there is a pontoon bridge that cannot be rowed in between.

There was no way, only to send someone into the water! He Gui gritted his teeth and recruited five volunteers with good water skills, each with a wooden board and two lighted ceramic fire pots. The task of the death squad is to swim into the water, and when they see the enemy fireboat coming, they will smash the fire pot into the enemy ship. He told the volunteers that there was a large amount of oil and gunpowder on the enemy ship, and that they would leave immediately if they threw it up. Once it slows down, it will be doomed!

Zhang Cheng, the helmsman of the Centipede No. 1 warship, was the temporary captain of the death squad, and Wang Jinbao, known as Wang Ha'er, and Li Dawa, the helmsman, were all volunteers for this operation.

They had a rudder stopper between their ribs and a fire pot in their hands. The pot was made of ceramic, had a lid on it, and was wrapped in a thick cotton and cotton cloth to keep it from burning your hands. They crouched on the shore a mile from the bridge, staring at the enemy fireships moving on the left bank. When the enemy ship was a hundred paces away, Zhang Cheng shouted: "Go!" ”

With this military order, the soldiers behind the volunteers quickly removed the two padded jackets from their bodies, and the five of them rushed naked into the cold and biting water.

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Zhao Ronggui was alone in the face of the surrounding thugs, and the armor on his body was covered with the blood of himself and his enemies. He had lost all his men and soldiers, as well as his horses and helmets. His eyes were bloodshot and he staggered. Looking around, he was surrounded by thugs who were laughing loudly at him. Zhao Ronggui coughed up a mouthful of bloody sputum in pain, and lifted the knife with difficulty, and as soon as the knife was horizontal, it was about to wipe off his neck.

At this moment, the thug in front of him suddenly exploded. Then a volley of sharp arrows roared, crucifying all the dozen or so thugs around him. He himself was hit by an arrow in the chest, but fortunately he had iron armor to protect him, and this arrow was just another wound.

Zhao Ronggui swayed, trying to keep his body balanced. As he finally fell, an earth-shattering explosion was heard from a distance. In the midst of the explosion, a rider dressed in caravan red armor with a large gold ring hanging from his ear whistled past.

This explosion, this red armor, and this golden ring vaguely remained in Zhao Ronggui's brain, becoming his last memory at this moment.

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