The spears and spears collided together, tilting down, like a fallen forest, making the sound of collapse.

Those who stood in front of the military formation, pierced by spears or slashed throats by swords, and saw their clothes and armor stained red with their own blood, some were unwilling, some were godless, and some were relieved.

Standing behind the military formation, they braved the endless rain of arrows and rushed to the front, some of them fell to the ground, and some rushed into the front and fell into the crowd of people.

On the battlefield, there is no place where people can survive, just like in the midst of chaos, there is no place where no one can live.

The difference is nothing more than standing in place and being drowned by random arrows, or rushing into the crowd and fighting for people's lives.

Then go and fight, then go and fight for your life, kill the person in front of you, maybe you can survive.

Maybe that's what everyone is thinking about in that shouting and killing.

Dong Zhuojun's battle line began to retreat incredibly, and this battle-hardened Xiliang army seemed to be being killed and retreated by Sun Jian's troops.

The line of troops retreated step by step, and Hu Zhen in the battle formation looked at the army in astonishment.

He didn't understand why his army was not Sun Jianjun's opponent, and even if it wasn't, it was impossible for him to start routing as soon as he first clashed.

But Dong Zhuojun is really retreating, as if he has begun to show his defeat.

Just as Hu Zhen was distracted, an angry roar came from his side.

He turned his head, and between Sun Jian came over with an ancient ingot knife, the expression on his face was hideous, the knife was held in his hand, and the bright light of the knife illuminated Hu Zhen's side face and his panicked eyes.

"Boom!"

The blade of the knife brought up a splatter of blood and pulled it through Hu Zhen's throat.

The knife did not hesitate at all, as if there was no difference between killing people and killing chickens and dogs.

There was a sharp pain in his throat, the flesh of his neck was torn open, and the knife made a leaking sound as if it had cut through a skin bag.

Hu Zhen has felt the feeling of slitting the enemy's throat many times, and this is the first time that his own throat has been cut.

It should also be the last.

Without the slightest hesitation, the knife light rose again, this time completely cutting off Hu Zhen's neck, and the knife edge was stained with minced meat mixed with plasma.

Hu Zhen's eyes swirled for a while, everything in front of him was flipping, and he couldn't feel the existence of his body, and finally before his eyes went dark, the last appearance he saw was Sun Jian who was carrying a blood-stained knife.

There is no time for people to be distracted on the battlefield, and the slightest mistake is a matter of losing one's life, and there is no second chance.

Sun Jian watched Hu Zhen's headless body fall off the war horse, turned his head sideways and shouted loudly.

"The enemy will give the head, break the enemy and capture the flag!"

The weight of that shout faintly suppressed the chaotic fighting on the battlefield, and Sun Jianjun's offensive was fierce again, and it was about to break through Dong Zhuojun's defense line.

Suddenly, a flag was waved in the position behind Dong Zhuojun, and the sound of gold sounded.

A whistling sound.

In a chaotic manner, the soldiers and horses withdrew from the battle formation and fled towards the main formation.

Seeing that Dong Zhuojun had fled, the soldiers in Sun Jianjun's formation also stopped and looked at his main general.

"Lord, what should I do?" An adjutant general approached and asked.

Sun Jian frowned as he looked at the retreating army, and waved the long knife in his hand, and the blood stains on the knife were thrown to the ground.

"Don't chase after the poor, withdraw first."

There's deception in it, that's his intuition.

Others don't understand, how can he not understand the combat strength of his military department?

Dong Zhuo's military department was composed of the Xiliang army, and it was possible to win if he fought hard.

It's a bit ridiculous to win so easily.

His eyes fell to the ground, and Hu Zhen's head still fell there.

This made Sun Jian's brows furrow even deeper.

If it is a deception, then why will this army not flee, but fight here?

This general's force is not weak, if he hadn't seized the opportunity for the other party to be distracted, it would have been impossible to cut him with one sword. If he wanted to escape, he wouldn't be able to keep it.

Looking back at his army, Sun Jian said with a lot of confusion and some doubts.

"Withdraw."

The soldiers and horses walked away in the smoke and dust.

In Dong Zhuojun's main formation, Hua Xiong looked at the departing Sun Jian's subordinates and narrowed his eyes meaningfully.

"This Sun Jian is cautious, and it is a little difficult to deal with."

As he spoke, he turned his head sideways to a horse beside him and said, "You go to monitor the situation of his department and report to the army at any time." ”

"Yes!" Xiao Qi clenched his fists and bowed his head, and retreated.

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In Sun Jian's camp, Sun Jian sat in a tent, and a general sat in front of him.

He has four generals who followed him in his early years, and they are all people with excellent martial arts, whose names are: Cheng Pu, Huang Gai, Han Dang, and Zu Mao.

At this time, sitting in front of Sun Jian was Huang Gai, who was not young, and his temples were already slightly white, and he could see that he was about to pass the prime of life. Even so, it still gives people a sense of bravery.

At this time, Huang Gai half-knelt in front of Sun Jian with worry on his face.

"Lord, the grain and grass I am waiting for will not be used for long, but Yuan Shu's supplies have not yet arrived, do I need to retreat first?"

Indeed, Yuan Shu's grain and grass haven't come for a long time, even if the baggage is transported slowly, could it be that something went wrong?

Sun Jian pondered for a while and said.

"I will order someone to urge, you can't relax in the past few days, I am afraid that Dong Zhuo's vanguard will be deceived and want to make a surprise attack."

"Yes, my lord, I will pass it on." Huang Gai nodded and said, and then retreated.

If there is no food in the army, there may be chaos at any time, so it must be done quickly, and Dong Zhuo's vanguard does not seem to be brave and unscrupulous. Sun Jian frowned and let out a sigh.

This battle seems to be difficult to fight.

At night, a light horse galloped out of Sun Jian's barracks.

The fast horse whipped quickly, almost pushing the horse to the extreme, and running so much that the horse's mouth was foaming at the mouth.

After about an hour or two, the light cavalry rushed into a barracks, and the two soldiers guarding the camp gate stopped the light cavalry with their spears.

"Who's coming?"

The light rider reined in the horse, the horse panting and its legs seemed to tremble, and the man sitting on it gasped slightly, and held up a scroll of letters in his hand.

"I came on the orders of General Sun Jian to see Duke Yuan."

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A middle-aged man with a mustache was sitting on the bed, and although it was a tent, the furnishings in the tent were a little better.

Unlike the usual furnishings in a camp, the beds in this tent are all mahogany and covered with brocade.

The bearded man's robe was also quite extravagant, and he carried a candle in front of him.

Holding a long sword in his hand.

The long sword was unsheathed and lay horizontally in his hand, and the cold light disappeared under the firelight, and was watched intently by the person holding the sword.