North Side.

Yuan Shang still held a strong belief in survival and fled wildly.

What storage position, what dignity, all are not worth mentioning, and living is the only thought in his heart.

Nearly 6,000 Yuan soldiers and soldiers were also enduring hunger and cold, and with their third son, they escaped all the way to the north gate.

The city gate opened, the drawbridge was lowered, and Yuan Shang and his panicked soldiers fled from the north gate in embarrassment.

With the last of their strength, they climbed over the earthen walls, jumped over the trenches, and fearfully groped towards the narrow gaps between the Soviet barracks.

Yuan Shang naively thought that Su Zhe's army was all gathered at the south gate, and the defense outside the north gate was lax, so there should be a glimmer of life.

As it turned out, Yuan Shang seemed to have hit a stroke of luck.

He ran all the way for several miles, and there was no Soviet shadow on the left and right in front of him, and he was about to successfully pass through the Soviet barracks.

Yuan Shang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the panic on his face gradually faded, and a little bit of the pride of the noble son of the Yuan family was rekindled.

He glanced back at Liyang behind him, and secretly swore: "Su Zhe, I am ashamed today, I will ask you for it sooner or later, as long as I Yuan is not dead, this Hebei will be mine sooner or later, hum~~"

Woowoo woo –

The sound of the horn of slaughter suddenly sounded, piercing the silence.

Ahead, the sound of killing shook the sky, countless torches suddenly lit up, and countless Soviet soldiers and soldiers appeared from the darkness in all directions, blocking the way ahead.

Yuan Shang was anxious to restrain the war horse, and the pride on his face collapsed in an instant, replaced by endless panic.

Directly ahead, under the light of the fire, the Soviet army was overwhelming, not to mention tens of millions, blocking his way forward like an iron wall.

Ambush!

Su Zhe had expected that he would break through from the north gate, so he actually set up an ambush here in advance!

"This, this ......" Yuan Shang was so shocked that his teeth were knotted, and he was so panicked that he lost his sense of proportion.

Behind him, the remaining thousands of Yuan soldiers and soldiers were even more frightened and almost urinated, and they were all so frightened that they were about to collapse mentally.

In the firelight in front of him, the veteran Huang Zhong stood with a horizontal sword, looking at them coldly with a blade-like gaze, as if he was looking at a group of prey sent to the door.

After a moment of silence, Huang Zhong stepped forward, pointed at his sword, and shouted in a deep voice: "Yuan Shang, Duke Chu has already laid a net for you, do you think you escaped, don't you get off your horse and surrender!" ”

Yuan Shang's body was shocked again, endless fear surged on his face, and even the hand holding the gun was trembling, not knowing what to do.

Yan Liang on the side was aroused to be arrogant, and said in a deep voice: "Third son, so far, there is only one way to die for cowardice, take out the blood, let's desperately rush out of a bloody road, there will still be a chance of life!" ”

Yuan Shang's fear was slightly retreated, he had to cheer up, waved his gun and shouted: "There is only one way to retreat, follow me to fight to the death, and kill a bloody road!" ”

"Fight your way out—"

Yan Liang roared a tiger, rode his horse and galloped, and was the first to kill Huang Zhong directly.

The remnants of the thousands of Yuan troops also raised their last spirit, and with the determination to fight to the death, they killed the oncoming Soviet iron formation.

Yuan Shang did not kill it immediately, but waited for a while before he mixed in the chaos and killed all the way.

Yan Liang rode his horse and galloped wildly, went straight to Huang Zhong, and yelled: "Old horseman, Yan Liang is here, you have your rampant part, look at the knife!" ”

In the midst of the loud shouts, Yan Liang carried the war knife in his hand with the rolling snow and dust, and slashed at Huang Zhong in the air.

"The battle of the trapped beasts, Yan Liang, let you see the strength of the old man!" Huang Zhong roared arrogantly, and the war knife was picked up like a grinding plate, and he attacked head-on.

Throat!

There was an earth-shattering sound of metal impact, and the two knives collided, and the powerful shock wave swept away the snow under his feet.

The two of them shook slightly, and their qi and blood tumbled and stirred.

Yan Liang frowned, and secretly thought: "This old puppet surnamed Huang, his martial arts are really not weak, and he is not equal to me!" ”

Huang Zhong took a sharp breath, calmed down the turbulent qi and blood, and shouted proudly: "Hebei Shuangxiong is nothing more than that, Yan Liang, look at the knife!" ”

The layers of blades covered the sky, enveloping Yan Liang in the iron curtain in a blink of an eye.

Yan Liang cheered up, the war knife in his hand danced like the wind, and with the same fierce moves, he attacked Huang Zhong wildly.

The two world's top generals fought together.

The two of them are equal in martial arts, and they each use all their strength, and if they don't fight seven or eight hundred moves, how can they tell the winner.

Just when the two of them were fighting, the two armies had collided and impacted, and in the sound of killing one after another, countless Yuan soldiers fell in a pool of blood.

The Soviet army was far superior in number to Yuan's army, and its mental and physical strength also prevailed, and in the blink of an eye, the enemy army was torn apart and fell apart.

Ten moves passed in a blink of an eye, Yan Liangzheng couldn't take Huang Zhong, and suddenly squinted at Yuan Shangzheng coming from his side.

Yan Liang didn't have time to think about it, and shouted anxiously: "Third son, help me quickly and take down this old horseman!" ”

Yuan Shang glanced at it, and saw that Yan Liang was fighting fiercely with Huang Zhong, and subconsciously turned the horse's head, wanting to help him.

Although his martial arts are only second-rate in the world, he and Yan Liang joined forces to win Huang Zhongdang.

It's just that this thought flashed through his mind, and in the next second, Yuan Shang hesitated.

The situation in front of him is that the Soviet army was barely rushed out of a gap under the decisive impact of his soldiers, but the Soviet army was too numerous and the gap was about to be re-plugged.

If he goes to Yan Liang to help fight, even if he defeats Huang Zhong, he is afraid that he will fall into a siege, and there will be no chance of escape.

Only by abandoning Yan Liang and running away can there be a glimmer of life!

This thought flashed through Yuan Shang's mind, he did not hesitate, he didn't pay attention to Yan Liang's plea for help, and wiped his head past the battle group, and continued to flee wildly.

In an instant, Yan Liang knew that the third prince he was loyal to was planning to abandon him and run away alone.

"I, Yan Liang, are loyal to your Yuan family, support you Yuan Shang to fight for the prince, and I am also loyal to your Yuan father and son, you actually abandoned me like this, Yuan Shang, you ruthless and unrighteous person, count me Yan Liang blind!"

Yan Liang was full of grief and indignation, so angry that his blood was rolling, and his spirit suffered a heavy blow.

He was discouraged, and his spirit was frustrated, which was reflected in his martial arts, which naturally caused his moves to quickly become scattered and his martial arts to frustrate.

Huang Zhong was in high spirits, the war knife in his hand danced wildly like the wind, his moves became more and more aggressive, and the overwhelming sword shadow oppressed Yan Liang to the point of being in a hurry in a blink of an eye.

Twenty moves passed, and Huang Zhong slashed out in the air with a knife, as fast as thunder and as lightning as lightning.

Yan Liang was distraught and reluctantly returned to block the knife, but his strength was not as strong as the previous three layers.

A muffled snort!

Yan Liang opened his mouth and spurted a stream of blood, and Nuoda's figure rose into the air, flew upside down seven steps away, and fell heavily to the ground.

When he landed on the ground, struggling to get up, the war knife in Huang Zhong's hand was already hanging in front of his face, and with just a slight force, he could ask for his head.

Looking at the down-and-out Yan Liang in front of him, Huang Zhong sighed coldly: "In vain, you are also a fierce general, but it's a pity that you followed the wrong lord, it's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity, it......'s a pity."