The Liao army began to set out one after another, and the captured refugees were also coerced, but they walked behind. Zhang Yue was soon surprised to find that the direction of the Liao army's march was actually to the north, and it was about to retreat!

"What can I do? Gao Mohan didn't have the courage to run, he didn't fight with Zhou Jun, how can we get out? Li Deliang kept wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, and asked in a panicked voice.

"What's the hurry? Look at the back ......" Zhang Yue walked outside the crowd, looking back from time to time, and said very indifferently.

In the wilderness three or four miles away from the official road, dozens of Zhou army scouts in red robes and black armor were fighting and chasing the Liao army rangers who were covering the advance of the army.

"Isn't it just dozens of scouts of the Zhou army! I've seen it a long time ago, but they are few of them! Li Deliang was terrified.

"They're coming! The army is not far away, I don't know if He Dashuai will catch up! He Ju also said with some apprehension.

"Definitely! Otherwise, Gao Mohan is willing to go? I don't know such a simple truth. Zong Jingcheng looked angry, turned his head to look at Zhang Yue and asked, "Brother Zhang!" Tell me...... If you were He Dashuai, where would you fight with the Liao army? ”

"Oh? This is a bit interesting......" Zhang Yue said without thinking: "Then it goes without saying that the Hulu River is the most ideal battlefield, but Gao Mohan must also know." ”

"That's right...... I guess I can arrive tomorrow evening, I really look forward to them fighting, hehe......" Zong Jingcheng blinked excitedly and smiled meaningfully.

"I thought about it and thought it was unlikely that they would fight." Zhang Yue immediately expressed his opinion.

According to the current situation, the Liao army is all cavalry, and if you don't want to fight, you can go away. And the Zhou army is based on the infantry, and when it catches up, the soldiers are so tired that they can't breathe, how can they fight.

What's more, He Fujin, the commander of the Chengde Festival, may not have the courage and determination to fight to the death, for the town, what is the benefit of fighting the old bottom?

Although there was a Long Jie army under the command of Du arrived, it was useless, because the Long Jie army was subordinate to the Guard Division, and it was also infantry, and there might be horses, but there were pitiful few!

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you fight or not, of course it's better to fight...... But our most difficult problem is that everyone has different minds and lacks the ability to unify scheduling. Secondly, although some township soldiers are available, there are too few, and those villagers will only do bad things, and they can't talk to them clearly for the time being......" Zhang Yue took the opportunity to put forward his own opinions.

"You are right, I understand...... If you can take them out, it's good, but if the situation is unfavorable, you can only escape one by one. Being poured such a basin of cold water by Zhang Yue, Zong Jingcheng sighed, his mood was low, and he never spoke again.

Zhang Yue was also preoccupied, only feeling a lot of pressure, so he closed his mouth sullenly and moved forward with the mighty crowd.

There were five or six hundred refugees dragging down, and there were scouts of the Zhou army harassing from time to time, and they only walked twenty miles in the morning, which was very slow compared to the cavalry. At noon, Gao Mohan changed the sequence, divided 500 horsemen to drive the refugees away first, and the army stopped to rest and continue to follow, completely blocking the Zhou army scouts.

Zhou Jun couldn't be seen anymore, and he was getting farther and farther away from his hometown, and the hope of escape ignited in the hearts of the refugees became slim.

Among the refugees, there were a few young men who were shouting their heads, and they were soon rudely pulled by the Liao soldiers to the side of the road and cut off their heads for public display, which made everyone frightened.

Zhang Yue's heart was full of anger, he endured it again and again, watched this scene coldly, and quietly found Zong Jingcheng, Yang Shouzhen, and Xue Wenqian, and asked them to come forward separately to advise the refugees, so as not to make senseless sacrifices.

But the matter was not over, after the whipping and intimidation, the Liao army seemed to be planning to appease the people, took out some spare bags of water and dry food cakes and threw them into the crowd, the monks had more porridge and less porridge, and the refugees who had been in a state of hunger went crazy and looted, and finally the people who grabbed it did not have time to enjoy food and water, and were picked out and cut off their heads.

So, no matter how stupid the refugees are, they know that people are swordsmen, and I am fish and meat! Resistance is useless, obedience seems to be the only way.

Fear was also a force, and the refugees walked at an astonishing pace, walking nearly thirty miles in the afternoon.

In the evening of the same day, the army arrived at the southwest of Xindu County, five miles southwest of Xindu County, only more than 30 miles away from the Fuyang Ferry on the Hulu River in the north.

There was nothing to do all night, and the next day the sky was dark and then marched north, and after walking not far away, the scout cavalry of the Zhou army bit up again, and the number was even larger, the total number of more than 1,000 horsemen, and even approached the attack.

Gao Mohan was so annoyed that when he saw that the main force of the Zhou army did not appear, he simply transferred two thousand-man teams to intercept them at a time, and the two sides fought in the field.

When the refugees saw the joy and thought that they could be rescued, they cheered and cheered.

"Idiot! Death! Zhang Yue scolded and hurriedly stopped Zong Jingcheng and others, but it was too late, so he pulled his group away from the crowd.

Sure enough, the combat strength of the Zhou army's reconnaissance cavalry was slightly inferior, and the number of troops was also small, so they were quickly defeated, leaving dozens of corpses and leaving. The Liao army returned victoriously, and the refugees who were agitated and coaxed were cut down by dozens more.

At noon, the Liao army successfully arrived at the Fuyang ferry, and the sentinels and cavalry were on guard all over the periphery, and the Chinese army was in full array. The Zhou scouts reappeared, but kept wandering in the distance, not approaching.

Soon, there was a thunderous drum beat in the south, dust swept up on the horizon, and a black line rolled in like a tidal wave, gradually enlarged. The flag hunting is flying, and the tip of the spear reflects the sunlight like a forest, like a starry star.

Could it be that this is the battlefield I look forward to and desire...... Zhang Yue stood in front of the crowd and looked into the distance, nervous and excited in his heart, with the blood rushing all over his body, with the appearance of Zhou Jun! Near! It cooled down very quickly, it was so disappointing.

The Zhou army looked amazing, but did not approach, only stopped two miles away in formation, and the Liao army's cavalry array was far away, until the Liao army drove the refugees to cross the river from the pontoon bridge, during which it did not launch an attack for more than an hour.

Zhang Yue didn't know how much the strength of the Zhou army was, and he couldn't see it clearly if the distance was too far, but he could guess that the general of the Zhou army who led the troops was either timid and selfish, or weak and incompetent, or both, otherwise, no matter how strong the enemy army was, if he didn't do anything, he couldn't say anything about it.

An army that does not dare to show its sword can only be scum! As for scouts attacking and harassing wars, that is their duty, and it doesn't matter whether the main force attacks or not.

Good battlefields, great fighters, and miss out. The expected thing really happened, and Zhang Yue still felt deeply resentful.

There is hope! But that's just the way it goes! It's like meat in your mouth, you just can't eat it! When the last shred of luck and hope was completely gone, his heart became cold and hard.

The refugees silently watched the Liao army cross the river in batches, and in the process, the Zhou army was also very calm, and kept watching from a distance, without even trying. Finally, someone scolded angrily, and the emotions were quickly contagious, hundreds of refugees cried and cursed, and the army across the river on both sides of the river was in a commotion.

The Zhou army was ashamed, while the Liao army, on the contrary, laughed and insulted unscrupulously, and then a group of Liao troops trotted over and drove the refugees away.

Zhang Yue stood by the river, looking at the turbid river and silently distracted, he had thought of a foolproof plan, and a sneer gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.