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The iron-clad chain horse dragged the iron wheel and galloped, and died next to each other, and died when it touched.

Song Qi was furious, raised his repeater, and fired wildly into the eyes behind the iron masks of the soldiers of the group of ironclad soldiers who rushed towards him.

"Pap~Pap~Pap~"

Crossbow bolts burst out of the trough one after another, shooting at the oncoming ironclad heads.

Some arrows were shot at iron helmets or iron masks, making a clanging sound, and then falling to the ground.

Some of the arrows were shot in the gap between the iron helmet and the iron mask, and because the gap was too small to be shot in, the arrows got stuck there in a series of clicking sounds.

It was only a few soldiers whose eyes were too far forward, and were stabbed by the tip of the arrow that had been shot into the gap, and crooked on the horse's back. And most of the soldiers were not injured in the slightest. But the impact and concussion of the arrow on the mask in front of them also frightened them.

Although they were a little afraid, the ironclad horses that stepped down did not reduce the speed of the collision in the slightest, and still rushed towards Song Qi with a thunderous momentum, and the iron thorns on the iron wheels behind them flashed with a cold light, as if they were about to swallow him under the wheels and roll him into meat sauce.

"Whew~" At this time, Song Qi heard a cold wind blowing behind him, and saw a flash of knife light in the corner of his eye, and goosebumps appeared on his back when he landed.

Song Qi hurriedly bowed his head to the saddle, and a three-pointed, two-edged knife slashed less than an inch above his helmet.

He was so frightened that he jerked the reins, and the horse leaped on the spot, jumped several paces away, and then spread its hooves and galloped quickly behind the position.

Song Qi ran with a saddle while shouting loudly to the soldiers on the left and right: "Withdraw!" Evacuate! ”

Before Song Qi gave the order, his soldiers had already begun to retreat backwards, and after hearing his order to retreat, they turned around and ran lifelessly, only hating their father and mother for having two feet.

The ironclad army pursued closely behind, and where the ironclad wheel dragged it, the dust was billowing and converging, covering the sky and the ground. After all, those infantry were two-legged, how could they run past the four-legged ironclad horses running at full speed, and they were quickly overtaken, and they were cut down by the ironclad soldiers wielding their three-pointed two-edged knives, and then they were run over by the iron wheels, as if passing through a meat grinder, turning into a blurred mass of flesh and pools of blood.

On the one hand, Zang Long drove the ironclad army to pursue the victory, and on the other hand, ordered thousands of archers to follow behind the ironclad army on horseback, and shot at the sky together. The roaring forest of arrows crossed the heads of the ironclad army, chasing and biting the fleeing Chen soldiers like dense locusts.

Those Chen soldiers narrowly escaped the iron hooves of the ironclad horses, and fell under the volley of arrows. On the battlefield, the corpses of Chen soldiers were all over the field, and the blood flowed like a river, which was unbearable to see, and it was simply earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods.

The remaining infantry broke down and fled around the position like frightened sheep. Because they know that if they run away in a straight line, they will not be able to outrun the iron armored horse at all, and they will definitely become meat sauce under the iron wheel.

The odd soldiers arranged by Song Qi on both flanks of the position did not work. Because they saw the devastating momentum of the ironclad horse from afar, they did not dare to rush forward to respond.

The twenty well-built cloud chariots were either destroyed by the ironclad horses, or became the trophies of Zang Long.

Song Qi fled with his cavalry and a part of the infantry, and fled for ten miles until he reached the mouth of a narrow canyon before he stopped.

He intended to take advantage of the terrain of this mountain pass and fight a beautiful counterattack.

However, the ironclad army was still a mile away from the mountain pass, so they stopped the attack and stopped their positions together. Zang Long set up a pergola and looked up and down the mountain pass a few times, and he knew that the ironclad army was not suitable for fighting in a narrow canyon. He waved his hand back, then turned his horse's head and collected his troops in triumph in the direction of Iron Horse Pass.

The remnants of the defeated army who fled gathered one after another, and after counting, it was found that more than 8,000 people had been lost, and more than 2,000 were wounded. Of the 8,000 soldiers killed and wounded, one-third were Chen Guo's soldiers, and two-thirds were the patriotic soldiers who surrendered.

Despite this, it still made Song Qi sad. It was his first defeat since he sent his troops, and it was so tragic that it was almost to the point of annihilation.

Song Qi's eyes were dull and staring at the billowing smoke and dust that the ironclad army was gradually moving away until it disappeared. Glancing at the soldiers under his command again, they staggered to rest against stones and tree trunks, as if they were eggplant leaves beaten by frost, one by one drooping their heads, listless and dejected.

His heart was full of frustration and humiliation, and he sat down on a rock on the edge of the mountain, covered his face with his hands, and wept bitterly.

Mao Yong walked up to Song Qi, raised his hand and gently patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him gently: "Victory and defeat are common things in soldiers!" We've won four big battles, and this one is just a temporary setback! General Song doesn't have to be sad! ”

Song Qi raised his teary eyes, looked at Mao Yong and yelled again: "It's just some setbacks? Our army lost 8,000 soldiers and horses! Eight thousand soldiers and horses! That's 8,000 lives! My sins are too great ... ”

Humiliation is humiliation, but the battle still has to be fought. Song Qi packed up the remnants of the defeated army and set up the military camp not far from the mouth of the canyon, with a verdant mountain range behind him, and a small stream flowing beside it.

In this way, in case Zang Long's ironclad army suddenly attacked, he could calmly retreat into the canyon, so as not to be cornered and caught off guard.

That night, Song Qi tossed and turned in the big tent, unable to sleep.

He simply got up from his bed, put on a coat, and walked slowly out of the tent. It was pitch black outside, and the lights in the camp had long since been extinguished, only the two torches at the gate of the camp in the distance were still burning, and the flames were swaying in the wind, emitting flickering light.

"General Song, do you have something on your mind and can't sleep?"

I don't know when Fu Haowei came to Song Qi's side and coughed lightly.

"Hmm." Song Qi didn't withdraw his gaze from the sky, but just nodded slightly, "I made such a big scandal today, you should be very happy now, right?" ”

"yes, I'm so happy!" Fu Haowei still has a cynical attitude, "Otherwise, I thought you were a god who doesn't eat fireworks in the world, you don't have seven emotions and six desires, you are perfect in everything you do, there is no time for failure, there is no time for pain." Now I know that you are just a mortal, and you will fail, and you will suffer, and you will have joys and sorrows! ”

Song Qi still looked up at the sky and didn't make a sound.

"I didn't expect you, a god, to be even more vulnerable than me after descending from the altar!" Fu Haowei raised his hand and patted Song Qi's shoulder gently, "That Zang Long is a general on the same level as Du Min, and it is not a big shame for us to suffer a defeat under him." Besides, Du Min is defeated at your hands. I believe that Zang Long will be defeated at your hands sooner or later. ”

Song Qi withdrew his gaze from the moon, looked back at Fu Haowei gratefully, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a light smile: "I want to borrow your auspicious words, I hope so." (To be continued.) )