(Today's second chapter.) Haha, 20,000 words to end this war, brothers, we did it, we didn't procrastinate, and I feel that I can write it well......

Hehe, brothers, I have confidence, right? ）

In fact, they are too worried, Wu Yijun is also a tired division now, this battle did not last long, less than two tea hours, but on the battlefield of such a large army, let alone two tea times, two or three faces can make people tired and weak, as if they were choked by the throat and breathless. Players who are playing for the first time will feel out of breath after two rounds, let alone on a battlefield where they could die at any moment. The extreme tension and the huge physical consumption of the battle made them quickly exhausted to death, and later, it was purely by relying on the instincts of long-term training and the motivation of the robes around them to fight hard. Mechanically wielding the spear in his hand, retracting and stabbing back and forth, doing these most basic movements.

Seeing that the white-robed army on the opposite side slowly withdrew its troops, all the soldiers of the Wuyi Army were stunned at first, and then a huge sense of joy surged over, they actually survived this battle? Immediately afterwards, this sense of joy was washed away by the ensuing sense of exhaustion and powerlessness, and as soon as the mood relaxed, I only felt that there was no strength at all in my body, there was no sourness in my body, no pain in any place, and even the weapons in my hands could not be held steadily.

Sitting on the ground, I don't want to get up again, and as soon as some people lie down, they let out a snoring sound, and they have already fallen asleep.

The officers endured a great sense of exhaustion, shouted loudly, punched and kicked, beat the soldiers who had fallen down, and regrouped into a solid battle formation to prevent a sudden attack by the white-robed army.

The only one who was unwilling to withdraw was Zhang Sanyuan, who shouted loudly to gather people to fight with Wu Yijun again, but was forcibly brought back by his own soldiers on his horse, and the scolding was still endless.

After Lian Zining saw the retreat of the white-robed army, he was stunned at first, and then ordered the dragoons to separate the order, strictly prohibiting the Wu Yi army from attacking at will, and everyone lined up in place. Joke, the infantry of the Wu Yi Army lined up on the plain to defend themselves, relying on Mucheng to resist the cavalry, if they were to pursue, they would be counter-charged and surrounded, and they really didn't know how to die.

Like all the officers of the white-robed army, Lian Zining also breathed a sigh of relief at this time, He Laomao saw the current situation clearly, and Lian Zining naturally saw it clearly, if this continues, his own Wu Yi army will be finished, and the other party's white-robed army will almost be lost.

But Lian Zining was not very worried, what he gambled on was that the opponent would not dare to send all the troops here - from the battle just now, Lian Zining could see that the commander of the opponent's white-robed army had a good vision and knowledge, although he made some mistakes, but it was a crime of ignorance of new weapons, and it was inhuman. The more shrewd and cautious the other party's commander, the greater Lian Zining's chances of victory, because they should also know clearly that the number of white-robed troops cannot be compared with the officers and soldiers, and it is not cost-effective to lose three thousand or more white-robed troops in order to kill two thousand officers and soldiers!

If he encounters a stunned person, Lian Zining is not so confident.

He was right!

Lian Zining's grasp of people's hearts is becoming more and more proficient, He Lao Mao's thoughts, he can even guess some of them, after getting the distribution of the strength of the big leader and the second leader of the white robe army from the mouth of the captive, Lian Zining already has a plan in his heart.

Looking at the opposing commander who was surrounded by the army and couldn't see his face clearly, Lian Zining was very interested in his heart. When it was said that the leader of the small caravan was now the commander of the rebel army that crisscrossed the four counties and commanded tens of thousands of troops. And can be sent by Zhang Geng as the commander of the four thousand households, this person must also be his confidant, but I don't know, when I say I have seen it?

Life is also wonderfully tight, and everyone's talent cannot be stifled, but it is covered up. When you say a caravan guy, you really put him in the position of the commander of a thousand armies, and you still do the same?

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"My lord, we still have more strength to spare, and there are more than 2,000 soldiers, we can still fight!" Yang Hu was covered in blood and shouted at He Lao Mao's hiss.

He has always been brave and good at fighting, usually he doesn't talk much, and he is silent, but when he fights, he doesn't want to die, and people give him the nickname 'sheep madness'. Every time he took the lead, he was the first in several teams, and he was also the most desperate, and he had been stabbed three times in his body, but under the desperate cover of the guards, he was slightly injured and no major problem, but his body was splashed with other people's blood, and his white robe was dyed dark red. His 800 people also made the fastest progress, although they were killed by a group of firecrackers organized by Lian Zining, and a group of dragoons, but under his leadership, the infantry phalanx on the right flank of the Wuyi Army had been torn in half and divided and surrounded.

Seeing that he could achieve great results by rushing and killing for a while, but at this time he was summoned back by the horn of retreat, it was undoubtedly like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and he really couldn't figure it out, and he was resentful, impatient and aggrieved when he had something in his heart.

Zhang Sanyuan also had a pair of red eyes, staring at He Laomao, just sneering silently.

Qin Lao Liu was glad and relaxed in his heart, he was already old, and his momentum couldn't catch up with these young people, and he had been sitting in the back to command just now. Although he was in command, Wu Yijun's tenacity and strong combat effectiveness also made his heart tremble, realizing that this court officer and soldier was really different from his previous opponent, and he never wanted to fight again.

Zhang Geng just waved his hand: "If we continue to fight like this, we can win, but how many people are left in our four thousand households?" The big leader must not want to see it. ”

It's all confidants here, so he's a little more plain.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent and never spoke again.

"Needless to say, I will bear the burden of today's affairs." He Laomao said lightly: "Pass the order, count the casualties, and withdraw the troops!" ”

The casualty figures were quickly counted, and Qin Laoliu's Jiazi Qianhu killed more than 200 people, seriously injured more than 30 people, and lightly injured countless people; He Laomao's B-shaped thousand households were all left in the rear, basically not damaged, only about 50 people were killed and injured; Zhang Sanyuan's C-shaped Thousand Households was the most casualty, with more than 600 killed in battle, nearly 100 seriously injured, and the rest were all wounded and almost lost; Yang Hu's unitary character thousand households were the most fierce, and the losses were also large, and only 500 of the 800 people who went to charge came back.

In this way, after this battle, more than 1,300 people were killed in the battle of the four thousand households, and nearly 200 were seriously wounded and countless were slightly wounded!

As soon as the numbers came out, everyone's faces were miserable. Under the first battle, more than thirty percent of the combat effectiveness was lost, and a thousand households were almost disabled, leaving only a little blood and bones! Such a fiasco is the first time since the uprising of the white-robed army!

After Zhang Sanyuan listened, his eyes rolled and he fainted neatly.

There was another wave of chaos.

The white-robed army formed a queue, leaving behind a part of the solid Wu Yi army, and the others slowly retreated like a tide.

Lian Zining was still not at ease, and ordered the dragoons to follow and monitor, and after a cup of tea, a horse galloped over, and shouted loudly from a distance: "My lord, the white-robed rebel has retreated!" Retreat! ”

"Withdrawn?" Lian Zining smiled at the corner of his mouth, took the Wuyi Army banner from the hands of the guards behind him, hit the horse with his legs, and galloped in front of the battle, the big flag in his hand hunted and flew in the wind, and shouted in a hissing voice: "Brothers, the white-robed rebel has fled!" We've won! Let's win! ”

"Won...... Win! Victory! ”

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