Zhang Lang kept his promise and sent one of his cronies to Daying to make contact. Zuo Du Hu Han Ning, who was now in charge of military affairs in the battalion, immediately followed Zhang Lang's instructions and ordered a group of Guangwu Army foot soldiers to go to meet the wounded of the remnants of the army and retreat, cross the pontoon bridge, and send them to the camp.

At the same time, Han Ning sent another team of 1,000 foot soldiers and crossbowmen mixed troops, after the transfer of the wounded, crossed the pontoon bridge, and came to the group of soldiers who had crossed the river before, nearly 3,000 people lined up in a neat formation on the south bank of the river, facing the remnants on the south side.

After Dong Liang detected the enemy's movements, he also sent people to the camp at the same time to inform the battalion owner Han Ning of the military situation that Liu Zhao's advance was about to arrive. Han Ning summoned several major generals in the camp to discuss the current enemy situation.

This time, most of the generals agreed to take the initiative. After all, as a result of the detection, the enemy's vanguard force was limited in number. Moreover, Zhang Lang sent people to contact, and the generals knew that the remnants of Chen An's subordinates from Longxi were about to become the vanguard of our operation.

Feng Dingxin surrendered, knowing that in the current tense situation between the two parties, it was difficult for his side to gain trust immediately. In desperation, he was determined to use the blood of Zhao Bing and some of his soldiers to fight for them to find a place for them.

For the Liangzhou soldiers, even if these remnants are not helpful, they can wear down some of the enemy's spirit for their own side before they attack. What's more, in this battle, counting these remnants, the military strength of his own side has greatly exceeded that of the attacking Liu Zhao vanguard troops.

The generals almost unanimously agreed that in the face of the adventurous vanguard of the Zhao army this time, they could pour the strength of the whole battalion and send troops to attack it. First, it frustrated the enemy's spirit, and secondly, through a victory, it forced Liu Zhao's follow-up troops not to dare to advance. This will then give them enough time to continue to strengthen their defenses and make adequate preparations for the upcoming Liu Zhao surging offensive.

After all, now Longxi is basically lost, except for the elite of Liangzhou who are still supported by Jicheng and Sangbi, and Liangzhou, which has no strategic buffer zone, can only use Guangwu and Jincheng as the front station to resist any crazy and surging attack.

With the addition of more than 1,000 soldiers on the south bank, more than 300 cavalry soldiers of Li Yanzhao's department also crossed the river one after another, and turned to the left flank of the army formation, ready to respond to support at any time.

Although he knew that there would be many unnecessary casualties if he used his cavalry as tactical cavalry, Li Yanzhao still obeyed the order, and without saying a word, he brought his athletes to the left flank of the army, and formed a formation there, ready to attack at any time.

The cavalry of the Guangwu Army, under the long-term strict training, has become more and more of a strong army. Under the orders of the grassroots generals such as the leaders of their respective teams, they did not need to get a stick of incense, and they were already arranged into a neat cone-shaped attack array. In this depressing moment before the fierce battle, no one in the team spoke, and no matter the generals, they all had solemn expressions.

Li Yanzhao is now satisfied with the cavalry he has trained, whether it is the reflexes, execution, or individual combat power of the soldiers. The only fly in the ointment is that this cavalry has not yet experienced the tempering of actual combat. An army, no matter how strict the training is, even cruel, if there is no real battle formation, the soldiers and generals have not seen blood, then it will always be just a verbal elite soldier.

Only after experiencing real battles and battles will these generals and soldiers grow up from fighting again and again, and learn from the lessons of blood one after another. In order to overcome fear and great mental pressure, and gradually grow into a strong army in the true sense.

Li Yanzhao looked at the main formation of the Chinese army on the right, and Han Ning was standing behind the rows of neat and mighty elite soldiers. In front of him was a large drum placed on a somewhat large unshed bullock cart, to which eight oxen were tied to serve as a source of power.

Han Ning looked in the direction of the remnants on the south side. Under the leadership of Feng Ding, those tired soldiers had already picked up their knives and struggled to stand up straight. Then Feng Ding said something to the soldiers with a sad face, and the soldiers were in an uproar in a blink of an eye.

However, with Feng Ding's drinking. These soldiers, who could no longer see a little brilliance in their eyes, regained their quiet. They fixed their eyes on their generals. Despair and hope are intertwined in their eyes, forming a contradictory individual.

Looking at these subordinates in front of him who were not physically strong, Feng Ding's heart was also like a knife at this time. promised Zhang Zhijun to send this remnant to the battlefield, and also acted as a vanguard to fight against the Zhao army. It has undoubtedly sent most of these subordinates to the path of death.

However, thinking of Liang Wenyuan, who died in the nameless valley in order to cover his westward retreat, and hundreds of Chinese soldiers, Feng Ding's eyes became firm again. He raised his eyes and looked around at these loyal subordinates under his command in front of him, he was so tired that he still needed to turn around and fight, although the defeat was decided, but he had already sprouted the will to die, and when he turned back under Jiuquan, he could also face Liang Wenyuan without guilt.

As soon as he thought of this, Feng Ding turned over and got on his horse, and then looked at Han Ning, who was standing on the huge ox cart on the north side, holding the drumstick, and slowly raised his right hand, and then waved it down suddenly, signaling that his department was ready to attack.

Han Ning saw Feng Ding's gesture, clenched the right hand of the drumstick, and suddenly waved down, the drumstick was already hitting the drum surface heavily, and then the left and right hands alternated, in the sound of the drum, those remnants were already under the leadership of Feng Ding, slowly heading south.

The remnants of the soldiers who fled all the way west were sent to the battlefield of fate. Not far ahead, most of them are about to reach the end of their lives.

Feng Ding was riding on a horse at this time, holding a spear tightly in his right hand. He has already sprouted the will to die, and the grief and despair in his eyes at this time are no longer the previous sadness and despair, but they are firm and relaxed.

After this battle, he will never see it again. There is no need to grieve and be angry that there is nowhere to stay, and there is no need to be heartbroken by the loss of subordinates. Since the world is so big, I have reached a dead end, so let me fight to the death, a heroic one, kill a group of Hun enemies, and live up to the reputation of the martial arts and loyalty of the men in Longshang!

After two quarters of an hour, the time was close to dusk, and the sentry cavalry sent by Li Yanzhao's department to coordinate also repeatedly informed Feng Ding of the enemy situation ahead. Until, in the bloody twilight, at the corner of the valley mouth in the south, the banner of Liu Yao's army appeared.

Feng Ding looked at the Zhao Junbu cavalry that gradually appeared in front of him, a decisive smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he pulled out the ring knife at his waist, pointed obliquely forward, and roared a fighting note in his hoarse throat.

"Brothers, robes! This is the place where we are buried! The world is so big, we have nowhere to stay, Feng is ashamed of you. Let me wait for another battle, and under the Yellow Spring in the future, I will talk about the friendship of the robe! ”

"Longshang athletes, and follow me!" After Feng Ding finished speaking, he was already riding forward, and rushed towards the front of the Zhao army without looking back. [.]