"Hahaha, here, here!"

"Dashuai, you're finally here......"

Xing Yidao suddenly fell to the ground weakly, and was guarded by the remaining Shandong soldiers, at this time, Kong Luan, who had just been knocked unconscious, woke up slowly, and asked suspiciously:

"Am I alive?"

Xing Yidao looked a little crazy, patted him on the shoulder, and gave him a thumbs up:

"Alive, thanks to you, we can all live!"

The surviving Shandong soldiers around them were already holding each other and shouting hoarsely, and many of them were crying in their words, whether they were foreign or descendant, they seemed to have become a family at this moment.

The steel battle formation of the Shandong army slowly advanced, and the soldiers and horses left behind by the breaking army were not slow to react, and soon gathered together and launched a charge under the command of some leaders.

Even if the army of Shandong comes, there are quite a few people on his side, and there are nearly 100,000 left, which is more than Wang Zheng brought reinforcements, what are you afraid of.

The two sides formed a formation, and the soldiers of the Shandong Army were at the front, each with a large shield, and a lot of bloody spear tips stretched out from the gaps of each shield, like a moving steel chariot.

The sound of "puff ......" kept ringing around.

Those who rushed forward without fear of death would often be stabbed to death by the spears pierced from all sides, and the soldiers and shields in the first row were constantly looking for opportunities to quickly slash out.

An old battalion on a horse found the right time, and suddenly rushed forward when the warrior's sword and shield hand showed his head and drew his sword, relying on the inertia of the horse to directly knock the soldier away, and led several horsemen to rush into the formation along the gap.

But when they got inside, they couldn't regret it, and they couldn't leave if they wanted to.

In front of them were all iron-clad and heavily armed Shandong Army soldiers, several rows of tiger gunners and axe gunners immediately surrounded them, and sword and shield hands stepped forward to surround these horsemen inside.

Immediately followed by a few black holes sticking out of the gap, aimed at them and pulled the trigger suddenly.

"Bang, bang—"

Attacked by firearms at such a close distance, these intruders with thin armor could not resist it at all, and they fell off their horses one after another with a few screams.

The Shandong army's military formation seemed to be a killing machine running efficiently, and the thorny sword and shield in the front row seemed to have become a nightmare for the intruders, and the crowd tactics they were proud of here simply did not work.

After paying a serious price, they finally opened a gap, but before they could expand their victory, the gap was immediately covered by other warriors and shields.

Wang Zheng kept nodding his head, although the Chuang army was making the same progress, but this speed was too far behind the Shandong army, and the direction was not right at all.

Wang Zheng was in the middle army, raised his sword and shouted:

"Change!"

Hearing this, those sword and shield men in the first row retreated one after another, and the sword and shield men in the second row who were recuperating in the back immediately stepped forward to fill their positions, and after taking a few steps back, the array of the Shandong army continued to advance.

From the very beginning of the fierce charge of death, to the hesitation of Fang Cai, until now, because of the fear of retreating step by step, the invading army has tended to collapse.

Every step of the Shandong army's advance can make the opposing soldiers tremble, this kind of strict and neat military formation, coupled with leading equipment and weapons, makes people look at the hair standing on end, and they can't raise any resistance thoughts.

Seeing that more and more thieves were fleeing, Wang Zheng felt that the time had come, but he had not given a direct order, so he rode on a horse and quickly scanned the battlefield, and finally found a person who was also riding a horse - "Liu Zongmin".

With a sneer, Wang Zheng said to himself:

"It seems that if Li Zicheng is not allowed to bleed, he will not have a long memory."

With Wang Zheng's order, the front row of sword and shield hands immediately retreated and moved out of the way.

The intruders are still unknown, so the Shandong army has left a small hill-like corpse in front of the formation, and they have left behind the corpses of the intruders all the way, so no one dares to rush over again without their lives.

Not long after, a sound of neat footsteps came, and countless red-clothed and red-armored Shandong soldiers stepped forward with spears, looking at this formation, everyone in those intruders was covered in cold sweat.

How many people came from the Shandong army, it seems that it is in the tens of thousands, and no one knows the real number, but this momentum is greater than the hundreds of thousands of people who broke into the army.

The Shandong army came with a belief in victory, and the two sides were fundamentally different.

In the face of more than 10,000 soldiers, the battle loss ratio of the invading army has reached an astonishing dozens of to one, and the corpses of the invading army are everywhere behind the battlefield.

The movements of the Shandong army were very strange, they did not bother to pursue these already routed intruders, but gradually contracted their formation and approached the city.

"The handsome man has an order! Those who descend will not be killed, and Liu Zongmin will be killed alone! ”

"The handsome man has an order! Those who descend will not be killed, and Liu Zongmin will be killed alone! ”

A pacesetter of the Shandong Army, with a few small red and blue flags behind his back, rode on a fast horse and galloped back and forth in front of the formation, shouting the same sentence in his mouth.

After saying this, those intruders finally understood at once, it turned out that Wang Zheng didn't look down on the lives of his own people at all, and went directly to the general Liu Zongmin.

It was the first time Liu Zongmin had seen this kind of official army, and before he had time to give an order, the rear formation had already completely collapsed, and he couldn't be contained at all when he was scattered everywhere, and he also grabbed his horse and fled at the moment.

Just as they expected, the army of thieves who were still cheering was crumbling in an instant under the attack of Wang Zheng and his soldiers.

Kong Luan still couldn't react, patted his head, and came to the city wall with Xing Yidao, and couldn't believe it when he saw the scene in front of him.

The two sides are very distinct, the Shandong army is red armor, and the army is yellow and white, and the mountains are full of soldiers who are fleeing from the road, and the banners are trampled on the ground, but how is this possible.

Just now, his last consciousness was that the city was broken, he was about to die, and when he woke up again, he was defeated, and he was chased by the Shandong army from nowhere, and even Liu Zongmin, who was showing off his martial arts just now, didn't know where to flee.

But can this be said to be a victory, the thousands of Shandong soldiers and horses in Tuocheng have basically been exhausted by now, and there are less than a thousand people left, and everyone is still exhausted, and they are all injured or light.

Xing Yidao sat at the battlement, looking at the corpses on the city wall, he still recognized the faces of many people, not long ago they were still talking and laughing in the barracks, saying that they were following the marshal to make a future.

It's like the bloody battle in Dengzhou Yanzhuang in the past, Xing Yidao survived again, his eagle face has another blood scar, and his eyes are deeper, but looking at these familiar faces, his heart is dripping blood.

"Ah, Liu Zongmin, Liu Zongmin!!"

Xing Yidao struggled to get up from the ground, struggling to use the knife to chase Liu Zongmin, but as soon as he got up, he fell down softly, Kong Luan hurriedly stepped forward to support him and said:

"Don't be reckless, the gentleman takes revenge, it's not too late for ten years, what are you anxious about when the thieves have run away?"

At this time, a heavy footstep came from below, and Wang Zheng took Dong Youyin and Huang Yang to the front of the two of them.

Looking at the choked and speechless torture knife, Wang Zheng squatted down and patted him on the shoulder, gave him a reassuring look, and said lightly:

"You're all good, it's not easy to stick to such a day... This is the enmity of all the officers and men of our Shandong Army, so let's rest and give the rest to Ben Shuai. Speaking of this, Wang Zheng got up and looked in the direction of Liu Zongmin's escape, and his eyes suddenly showed a bone-chilling killing intent:

"I want Liu Zongmin to die today, and he won't live tomorrow."