Although every soldier of the Forces nouvelles knew that they were in the camp of a hundred thousand troops. But at this moment, the 100,000 army is just an illusory number, and the enemy army in front of him, with swords and spears in hand, rushing towards him is real.

Fear spread rapidly in the barracks, and when the soldiers at the front bravely picked up their weapons to meet the enemy fell one by one, the soldiers in the rear could only start to flee in confusion.

The defeat was like a mountain.

Even before the army of the Green Forest and the Pinglin Xiajiang joined the battle, the balance had already begun to tilt in the direction of the Chung Ling army. And when Wang Kuang, Wang Feng and the others finally looked at the firelight in the distance and gritted their teeth and gave the order to attack, their existence or not was no longer important.

"Let's go."

Han Zhuo pulled Wang Mu up and shook his head at him.

"No...... No way! How could I be defeated here! How can I be defeated here! Wang Mu shook off Han Zhuo's hand and roared loudly like a mad tiger: "Han Zhuo! Go find Liu Xuan! Kill them! ”

"Nope." Han Zhuo shook his head: "Have you forgotten?" When the Lord asked me to follow you, he told me that I could never leave you alone to assassinate them. Everything has to be your life first. ”

"The teacher also said that you should listen to my orders!" Wang Mu threw himself in front of Han Zhuo, grabbed Han Zhuo's shirt tightly, and his expression was as hideous as a demon: "This is my order!" Command! Go find Liu Xuan! And Liu Xiu! Go kill them! ”

"I'm sorry." Han Zhuo's tone was still flat, and he couldn't hear the slightest apology: "The Lord said that your life is more important than them. I've got to take you back to Wancheng. ”

After speaking, he ignored Wang Mu's objection and slashed Wang Mu's neck with a palm.

The madness on Wang Mu's face disappeared at once, and then turned into a ball of unwillingness, his eyes slowly turned white, and the whole person gradually became paralyzed.

Han Zhuo's face in front of him suddenly distorted, and he fell into darkness along with the surrounding scenery.

Han Zhuo picked up the unconscious Wang Mu and ran wildly in the direction of the northern riverbank. As for the chaos of the soldiers behind him, he never cared.

……

By the time the remaining Three Rebels consolidated their forces and stormed the camp of the New Army, it was no longer a battle, but a complete massacre.

Grain and grass were burned, pontoon bridges were destroyed, and the coach fled...... Blow after blow, the morale of the new army completely collapsed, and it was no longer possible to organize any effective resistance.

In desperation, Zhen Fu led a small group of soldiers who still had some fighting spirit to try to counterattack, but in the end, except for dying in battle, it did not cause any changes to the overall situation.

Even a large number of soldiers, after losing the will to resist, could only run in the direction of Huang Chunshui, and then tried to swim across the river and escape. However, the river water in the middle of winter was as cold as ice, and even the elite rangers under Liu Jiu had died a tenth of them before floating on wooden planks. These ordinary soldiers jumped into the river in a panic, and naturally very few were able to land on the other side of the river.

The miracle of the sudden cessation of the river will not happen again.

By daybreak, the camp where the 100,000-strong army had been stationed was completely destroyed, covered with burning ashes and corpses all over the ground. And Huang Chun's body drowned and froze to death in the water almost blocked the river.

"I'm afraid the fish in this river won't be eaten for many years......"

Liu Xiu stood on the bank of the river, looked at the corpses tumbling in the river, shook his head, and sighed softly.

"The world is in turmoil, disasters have been going on for many years, there were fish in this river before, and I am afraid that they have been cleaned up long ago." Ren Guang stood beside Liu Xiu and said with a wry smile.

Behind them were all the foot soldiers of the Chungling army. In the battle, except for the initial period, there was almost no resistance from the new army, and the original more than 2,000 people were lost less than 200.

And the people and horses of the three roads of the green forest and the flat forest and the river are still cleaning the battlefield at the moment, escorting the pawns and snatching the baggage. Although there is not much food and grass in the camp on the south bank, the weapons and armor are naturally abundant.

In this battle, for the originally poorly equipped rebels, the spoils obtained were simply unimaginable before.

And everyone already knows where the victory in this battle came from.

——Liu Xuan, Liu Xiu. These two names spread rapidly among all the Green Forest Army. From the soldiers to the main generals, everyone told the people around them how Liu Jiu and Liu Xiu led the 2,000 Chungling army to defeat the 100,000 army in front of them.

Especially Liu Xuan, in those legends, has become synonymous with the god of war and the god of killing.

"Go back, Ah Xiu."

Liu Xiu came from afar, stood behind Liu Xiu, and reached out and pressed on his shoulder: "This time...... We finally won the bet. ”