Chapter 87: Desperate Situation (2)

"Your Excellency!"

Pei Zhenfeng hurriedly ran forward and helped Zeng Hanru, who was angry, up.

He saw that the set of iron armor on the old commander's body had been cut open by a sharp weapon, revealing a terrifying wound on his chest, and the skin and flesh were turned out, and the white sternum could almost be seen.

There was also a scar on his face that slashed diagonally, and the blood that came out wantonly had covered most of his face.

There was no Feng Jiao around for a long time, and it seemed that all this was what he was for.

"Sir!"

Pei Zhenfeng held Zeng Hanru's body with his hand, and kept shaking while shouting,

"Yes.... Is it Zhenfeng coming? ”

Zeng Hanru moved his mouth with difficulty, because his eyes were completely covered by the upsurge of blood, although his eyes were wide open, he could no longer see.

Pei Zhenfeng hurriedly approached Zeng Hanru's face, and responded with a little choked up: "My lord, it's me, Zhenfeng is here, your lord, hold on!" I'll take you out, you hold on! ”

When Zeng Hanru was still a general, Pei Zhenfeng was the chief flag officer under him, and he followed the old commander to fight in the south and north for more than ten years, and he has always been Zeng Hanru's most powerful subordinate.

When Zeng Hanru became the commander of the capital, it was natural to let Pei Zhenfeng be the general of the Chengdu garrison, but the affairs of the court were not even as good as the third-grade officials wanted, so they were forced to let Xia Ang replace Pei Zhenfeng, and only the two of them knew the reason.

Even so, Zeng Hanru's protection of Pei Zhenfeng has always been beyond words, so under his influence, even Xia Ang has never neglected the affairs of the pioneer camp.

Zeng Hanru's current appearance may be the oldest and weakest appearance Pei Zhenfeng has ever seen, and the majestic and heroic general has suddenly become the old man in front of him.

It can be said that Pei Zhenfeng has mixed feelings.

"No...... No need...... You and I are both ..... They are all in the army, and they know it, and I must be ....... Is it to ...... Left behind. ”

Zeng Hanru shook his head, persuaded Pei Zhenfeng, who wanted to carry him, and continued: "Zhenfeng...... Leftover...... The rest are ..... I'll leave it to you...... These soldiers are ...... Whose son is it...... Whose father is ....... Bring..... Take them home. ”

After he finished this sentence intermittently, he opened his mouth, gasped for breath, and said, "Ziren..... Let him ..... well Good ...... Go back to the countryside and don't go back to ...... Chengdu. ”

"I remember! I remembered! My lord! ”

Pei Zhenfeng nodded violently with tears, gritted his teeth tightly, and desperately let the crystal in his eyes drip down as he wished.

Men don't flick when they have tears, this is what I always said,

I remember that every time he went to the battlefield in the past, he always wrote a long list of family letters to Zeng Hanru, telling him that if he died, he would let Zeng always hand this over to his family.

But Zeng Hanru tore him to pieces every time he brought it over, telling him that the real man should bring back the enemy's head, not the coffin containing his own body, to make his wife and children cry.

Unexpectedly, today he was replaced by the old conductor who asked him to bring his last wish back, and the hundred tastes under the transformation of the two phases haunted my heart for a while.

"Alright....... Zhenfeng ..... Let's go..... Let's find a way to break through...... Here's a glimmer of heaven..... I'm sorry for you....... If there is an afterlife...... I..... I've made you the chief flag officer......"

Zeng Hanru almost exhausted all his strength, after saying this last sentence, and then his cloudy eyes reflected the sky on the canyon, and it seemed that mottled memories were constantly circulating,

He opened his mouth wide, desperately trying to suck air into his lungs, but he kept repeating the action countless times a day, but this time he couldn't do it.

The crooked body twitched violently twice, and then fell on Pei Zhenfeng's shoulder, and there was no longer life.

Pei Zhenfeng could no longer suppress the emotions in his heart, but the dignified man was like a child who had lost the kite string at this time, crying and shaking heartbrokenly,

Just let him do his best, he can no longer retain the residual warmth that gradually dissipates on Zeng Hanru's corpse.

After the grief, Pei Zhenfeng still had to wipe the tears off his face, waved the tiger wing gilt next to Zeng Hanru, and smashed it heavily on the cliff wall of the canyon.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Originally, there were some fragile limestones, where could they withstand the bombardment of these hundred-pound big guys, and they kept mottling and shedding rock chips.

It wasn't until the debris of these rocks buried Zeng Hanru's body firmly underneath that Pei Zhenfeng stopped,

He then sealed the empty part of the simple tomb, then took a large stone slab and pressed it against it, stood in front of the tomb and bowed down three times, and then took the gilded boring rod and walked towards the mouth of the valley.

Of course, the battle on the south side of the canyon did not stop, and in accordance with Pei Zhenfeng's orders, the chief flag officer was directing the vanguard battalion to violently tear apart the heavy cavalry defense line, but it was still progressing slowly.

Pei Zhenfeng looked at the situation in front of him and decided to break through in a different direction, he pulled over the chief flag officer who was directing the sergeant to rush forward and ordered: "Old Wu, stop fighting!" Stop the attack, all the brethren, and turn back! Break through to the north. ”

"What?"

Chief Banner Officer Wu looked at him in surprise, "Mr. Pei, we have all advanced here from the inside, and we will withdraw at this time, isn't the previous effort in vain?" ”

Pei Zhenfeng shook his head at him, and said helplessly: "I can't help it, it seems that this Wugu Sect has completely settled us, and if we delay for a while, maybe they will have another batch of this kind of cavalry, and it will really be impossible to escape." We are going north now, and I guess Jiang Jiang's side will not be comfortable, but as long as it is not this kind of heavy cavalry, with our advantages, it is not a problem to stand out. ”

"But..."

Chief Banner Officer Wu frowned bitterly, as if he was about to say something, but was interrupted by Pei Zhenfeng waving his hand,

"Let's do it!"

With that, he looked around, fixed his gaze on a high rock wall, and then took the gilded boring rod and ran up.

The guard battalion outside the Tiannan exit was also under the command of Zhao Jizong, almost frantically sticking around the heavy cavalry and fighting.

At the beginning of the long-distance confrontation, this heavy cavalry had already shown him the power of throwing short spears.

The long knife in Zhao Jizong's hand, dancing like a tiger and a tiger, every blow is accurately hit at the weakness of the cavalry's armor, once he finds the cavalry out of the formation, he can always fly up and kill it on the spot.

However, in the face of a cavalry formation, even he only had to parry.

"Boom!"

Zhao Jizong quickly dragged the long knife from under him, stepped on the battle of a heavy cavalry with his left foot, held the end of the handle with his right hand, and smashed it on the head of the heavy cavalry.

Metal collided and sparks erupted, although the big knife in Zhao Jizong's hand failed to split the helmet of the heavy cavalry, but the huge impact force still shattered his skull, and the red and white * flowed down his cheeks, his head tilted, and he died on the horse.

When he was taking him back the long knife and preparing to harvest the next target, he suddenly found a familiar figure standing high on the rock wall of the first line of heaven, waving his arms desperately at him.

Isn't that Pei Zhenfeng?

He had a ....... in his hand

Zhao Jizong also noticed the golden weapon in Pei Zhenfeng's hand,

Tiger wings gilded boring!

Isn't that the weapon of the former commander? How in his hands?

Before Zhao Jizong could figure it out, Pei Zhenfeng, who saw him paying attention, pointed forward with his hands in the direction of the south, and kept making gestures to him to withdraw his troops.

Remove?

Now Zhao Jizong was even more confused, if it weren't for the fact that the two were too far apart to shout, he really wanted to ask Pei Zhenfeng, it's easy for me to withdraw with the guards battalion, you can't get out?

Pei Zhenfeng stood on it, even his expression was blurred, let alone knowing what he was thinking, he just kept making gestures for Zhao Jizong to retreat south, and from time to time he shook the gold boring in his hand at him, looking anxious.

I guess it should be the meaning of the commander.

Zhao Jizong thought like this, the military orders on the battlefield were like mountains, although he couldn't figure out the intention for the time being, but the order was forbidden, and he had to withdraw if he let him withdraw.

He clenched his fist with one hand, stretched it high in the air and waved it to signal that he had received an order, and then slammed the two stabs in front of him with his long knife, and turned back and ran towards the camp.

"Pass my order, the whole army retreats, leaving a hundred sergeants and two hundred crossbowmen behind, no matter what they do, directly bow and arrow!"

Zhao Jizong pulled over the two chief flag officers in the camp and ordered,

"Yes!"

Pei Zhenfeng on the rock wall watched the guards battalion get out of the battlefield little by little, slowly shrunk up, and made a retreat posture, and then he turned over with confidence and returned to the valley mouth.

According to his orders, the vanguard battalion in the valley mouth had also withdrawn from the battle, and they all stepped on their horses, and the rear team marched forward, rushing towards the northern exit of the canyon, that is, the place where they entered, and rushed away........

Let's say that the side of Kitayaguchi Jiangyun has long been struggling, and the circle that was originally surrounded by more than a hundred sergeants has now shrunk to more than a dozen people.

The innermost part of the encirclement of the Wugu Sect has also been replaced with all long weapons, which makes the already difficult situation of the Chinese military camp even more difficult.

Jiang Yun held two poles in each hand, almost none of the armor on his body was intact, and he stood in the middle of the crowd with a bloody face, his undulating chest panting heavily.

Basically, now he has no hope of getting out alive, although he can't see the situation in the valley on the other side, but he guessed that there should be a battle in the sky without receiving the arrow, and he can only say that he can try his best to drag down these Wugu Sect troops to ensure that the team can get out of the valley smoothly.

In a moment, three or five more sergeants were pierced by the Wugu Sect with spears, shook their bodies, and fell to the ground.

Under the elimination of the other, there are not even ten people around Jiang Yun,

"That's it! Soldiers, come with me to kill hard! Kill him more, and the commander will be less risky there. ”

Jiang Yun crossed the two battle knives on his chest, and the blood stains on his body made him look like Shura was alive, murderous,

"Good!!"

Seeing that there was no hope of survival, the crowd was aroused to fight with high morale, threw the shield in their hands to the ground, picked up the battle of the dead companions next to them, and wanted to follow Jiang Yun to have a happy "dance of death".

"Jiang Jiang, don't panic! The wind is coming! ”

This loud voice reached Jiang Yun's ears, and it was like an angel's hand that brought him, the evil ghost Shura, from hell to the world.

He turned his head to look and saw Pei Zhenfeng rushing out of the first-line heavenly canyon with the vanguard battalion, and one by one the cavalrymen brandished sabers in their hands, rushing into the encirclement of the Wugu Sect like wolves entering a flock of sheep.

The Wugu Sect on Jiang Yun's side is different from the heavy cavalry in the south, they don't have heavy plate armor to protect them, they are mainly coarse linen, and the weapons in their hands are also varied.

The vanguard battalion, which had already been red-eyed in the south and the heavy cavalry, saw that this group of Wugu Sect dressed like homeless people did not need Pei Zhenfeng's order at all, and they all rushed forward with a scream, venting all the anger that had been held in their hearts just now on the tip of the bright knife.

The men and horses on the side of the Wugu Sect have surrounded Jiang Yun for so long, and their eyes are focused on their more than 100 people, and they are completely defenseless against the officers and cavalry who rushed out of the sky.

At this time, the swords and swords were shining, and the heads, arms and legs were flying wildly, and the encirclement that was originally like an iron bucket soon tore a hole in the cavalry of the vanguard battalion like a torrent and rushed to the center of the encirclement.

"Brother Jiang get on the horse!"

Pei Zhenfeng slashed the head of a sect member who came forward with a knife, and handed the reins of the horse in his hand to Jiang Yun.

"Everybody, get on the horse!"

Jiang Yun took the remaining sergeants to all step on the horse, then discarded the battle in his hand, took the two sabers handed over by the cavalry next to him, and together with Pei Zhenfeng, he "brushed and brushed" and waved the weapon up and down, as if it was a sickle for harvesting wheat in autumn, and with the men and horses of the pioneer battalion, he directly killed this encirclement and walked out.

After the battle of the first line of heaven, Pei Zhenfeng and Jiang Yun led the remaining less than 500 cavalry, and rushed towards the original road without looking back.......