So, after a while, the Fan chariot, which had finally bypassed its own apprentices, was caught by the outflanked enemy.

"Doctor Xia really has the power of ghosts and gods, and he can turn decay into magic!"

Zhao Guangde, as well as the martial artist Wen Li, will admire Zhao Wuxian so much, they naturally know the combat effectiveness of Wen Shu, but today they can make great contributions, which is really unpredictable. Wen Li, who commanded the chariot, also thought that although the enemy's chariot was not competitive, he had to work his side, but he couldn't take up all the limelight by crossbowmen.

As a result, they pursued the Fan's chariot that fled from the side, and the two sides fought inextricably with each other.

On the other side, Yu Xi led the light knights to rely on their speed advantage, never fighting with the chariot at close range, but divided into five teams, each eyeing a Fan's chariot.

Like wolves hunting bison, they always drove their bows and shot three soldiers at about ten paces, and because the light knights attacked from different positions, they could not guard against the chariots that were not well steered. After a while, the light knights only paid the price of two people and three horsemen casualties, and won a complete victory.

The Phan chariots were all killed and wounded, and all of them became empty and unmanned, and the undead horses were frightened and pulled them to neigh and run around the riverbank.

Fan Jia's drumming had long since stopped, and he only stayed at the ferry with a dozen people, who would watch the tide of battle turn in an instant. The thirty tall chariots that they were proud of were all wiped out, and the soldiers who had lost their chariot barriers and cooperation were also discouraged, and in the face of the approaching enemy army, they did not organize an array confrontation.

The terrible weapon on the other side can even be defeated by the invincible chariot, how can these apprentices of their own stop it?

With this in mind, the Fan pawn in the front row began to throw away the spear and flee behind him. For a while, the formation was chaotic. The more than 100 Fan archers who followed behind only had time to shoot a round of bows before they were scattered by the fugitives and retreated backwards.

The defeat was like a mountain. Even if the Fan soldiers killed many people in a row, they could not stop the rout.

With anger at Le Qi's death, Zhao Wuxian did not abide by the rules of "no more than a hundred steps" and "no more than three rounds of indulgence". He has re-boarded the chariot. looked directly at Fan Jia, who was like dead ashes on the other side.

He drew the short sword at his waist and guided him straight.

"Drive these people who killed them as village soldiers, these people who participated in the assassination of Lebo, and these people who want to prevent us from completing our mission and returning to our hometowns, all down the river!"

Already addicted to shooting, the Wen crossbowmen bypassed the destroyed chariot platoon, and they walked on the corpses of the enemy, still doing mechanical shooting, stopping, changing columns, winding, changing columns, and shooting again. However, because of the lack of training time. When they got to the back, they had completely lost their formation, but walked inconsistently, fighting separately.

However, their opponents were more panicked than they were.

The crossbowman is like a farmer harvesting wheat, even more easily than that, he only needs to raise his arm, gently pull the hanging knife, and then stop and go, and the densely packed Fan pawn on the opposite side will fall in large pieces.

The battle on both flanks has also ended. The undamaged Zhao chariot and light knights were reunited, and they were no pressure to attack the scattered rout.

After chasing for more than 100 steps, the crossbowmen finally shot all the arrows in the quiver. The long-itching Le Clan Warriors, Chengxiang Warriors, and Ge Spearmen took their place. They formed two horizontal formations, with Tian Ben and other light soldiers as the vanguard, and cooperated with the chariots and horses on both wings to continue to pursue Fan pawns.

A moment ago, Fan's pawns, who took the initiative to attack, advanced more than 400 steps, but at this moment they were driven back, and there were more than 100 corpses lying on the road.

In order to prevent the enemy from being trapped and fighting against the water, Zhao Wuxian let the riders and chariots on both wings deliberately loosen the line. After letting more than 100 Fan pawns flee from the gap to both sides, they chased after them and trampled on them.

So far. Only a hundred Fan soldiers were left running towards the south with their heads bored, and the Zhao soldiers, who had been completely closed, were driven to the edge of the river.

in front of them. It is a big river with a vast soup, and the river has formed a thin layer of ice floe, and in the cold winter wax moon, the water is so cold that it can freeze to the bones.

"It's time to the river!"

"No way! The boats are also on the south bank! ”

"Jin, boatman, hurry up and come over to save us!"

It is also strange that Fan Jia drove all the wooden boats and boatmen docked on the north shore to the south bank in order to cut off Zhao Wuxian's way just now, and threatened not to come over without his orders. This will be pitted to themselves, the boatman on the other side looked at the tragic battlefield, and it was too late to avoid it, so how could they see Fan Zhao beckoning, so they came to ferry?

What's more, these people also robbed their own fish and kettles......

Calling the heavens and the earth to be unspiritual, these more than 100 Fan pawns looked back at the enemies who were constantly chasing and killing, with miserable and begging for mercy in their eyes, and then looked at Fan Jia's car driving, who was also oppressed to the river, hoping that he could have any ideas.

"Gentleman, how should we be!"

Fan Jia was already surrounded by the guards, and he was also trembling when he watched his own military formation being crushed.

"How did you lose? What kind of trick did he Zhao Wuxian use? ”

The situation could change so quickly, which he did not expect. He was initially full of lust, wanting to intercept Le Qi's coffin, detain Zhao Wuxian, and then bring Le Lingzi back to Chaoge, but who knew that he ended up like this.

Combined with the defeat of Jiangxi, plus the defeat of Chengxiang last time, Fan Jia has lost to Zhao Wuxian three times in a row.

"Shame, no shame to go back to the court, goodbye grandfather!"

Fan Jia had a brain fever for a while, so he pulled out the three-foot long sword "Liu Gong" on his waist and was about to kill himself.

Che You hurriedly hugged him.

"Gentleman, don't think about it, although we have a conflict, but we are both Jin people, it is better to ask the gentleman of the Zhao family to surrender ......"

"Yu will never surrender him!" Fan Jia's teeth chattered, he and Zhao Wuxian had a deep grudge, this was something that must not be done.

Che You suggested: "Why don't you reorganize the soldiers and fight back with the trapped beasts?" This is a desperate situation, and in order to survive, they will be able to escort the gentleman out of the siege and join the five hundred soldiers ten miles to the north! ”

But although Fan Jia was stubborn and unwilling to surrender, he had already lost his heart and lost the courage to resist.

"No, we'd better cross the river! Quickly turn the head of the carriage and let the carriage cross the river! ”

The water flow in Jianjin was gentle, and in Fan Jia's mind, it was feasible to swim across the river by horse-drawn carriage.

"What if it sinks?"

When the emperor and the right of the car were hesitating, the fans in the front row let out a burst of cries, and the crossbowmen who had replenished the arrows from the two places of the baggage pressed up again. It was still three rows of horizontal columns, taking turns to wind up and fire crossbows, pressing on Fan Zu step by step, and those short swords and spears were also stabbed from both sides.

Quite a few of them could not bear the fear of the blades, and began to continue to rush towards the river, squeezing into the river like ducks.

"Quick, get down to the river! Otherwise, we too will be killed by indiscriminate arrows!" ”

Fan Jia was furious, and even drew his sword against the emperor, forcing him to drive into the river.

The emperor had no choice but to let it go.

"Gentleman, hold on to the rails!"

The horse's hooves stepped into the icy river, and the horse's instinct to obey the horse felt the danger, and he stopped at once, but was forced to go on by the whip.

The cold and biting water of the river reached the necks of the horses, overflowed the chariots, and poured into Fan Jia's slurs, and he shivered with the cold. He turned around and saw that most of the Fan soldiers had run back to the shore after being stained in the icy water, and they were on their knees begging for mercy, and only a few followed Fan Jia's carriage and swam towards the center of the river.

The emperor suddenly shouted: "No, the horse can't step on the bottom of the river, the car is too heavy to float!" ”

The right side of the car was already proud and brave, and jumped into the river to reduce the weight of the car. But it was still useless, the horse's hooves stepped into the air, the cart sank deeper and lower, and the river mixed with ice slag had overflowed Fan Jia's chest!

The water in Thornjin is gentle, but relatively speaking, the carriage sinks and drifts downstream. After a while, the emperor also abandoned the car and left, and Fan Jia was helpless and could only swim to the opposite shore with his cold numb limbs.

However, what he is wearing today is a gorgeous and heavy copper armor......

Fan Jia felt that he was heavy, and the more he swam, the more he lost his strength, and the more he swam, the more he sank.

In a whirlwind, his eyes caught a glimpse that the battle on the shore had been completely over, and an enemy commander in black leather armor was standing by the river, looking at him coldly.

He knew it was Zhao Wuxian, who was witnessing his death and enjoying the joy of revenge.

Fan Jia was reluctant to shout something, and a wave hit, and the cold river water poured into his throat. As if he was being pulled by something, he quickly sank to the bottom of the river, and after a circle of ripples and bubbles, he disappeared completely...... (To be continued)

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