39, Chen Song stretched out his hand to straighten his belt for the translator, took a step back and looked at it carefully, feeling that this outfit was enough to mess up, and if his face was dirtier, he would be more like a tired Xianbei herald in a mess. Leaned over and touched the ground, smearing the soil on the eyebrows and eyes, as long as it is blurred here, the difference between Hu and Han will be **.

The translator turned over and took the three most important things from the side, one was hidden in his arms, one was hung on his shoulder, and the other was in his hand, and raised his hand to signal to Chen Song.

Chen Song's heart was sour.

Nine times out of ten, I won't come back. A scholar, who had never killed before, was now carrying out such an almost mortal task without hesitation.

At the sound of the order, the whole army lined up and saluted the interpreter.

The so-called whole army is only 200 horsemen, but everyone holds two flags, and the tail of the horse is tied with branches, and the movement is huge, like thousands of horses.

The translator smiled indifferently, turned the horse's head, and whipped it violently, and the war horse was like an arrow from the string, plunging straight into the Xianbei defeated army in the distance.

Soon into the chaos of the army.

Raise your voice and shout:

"Where is General Abogan, there is an urgent order from General Changsun Song!"

The soldiers were either dazed or indifferent.

A small colonel pointed to the front right, and the interpreter looked for it, and sure enough, he saw a group of knights surrounding an officer in bright armor. When they heard that there was an order from the eldest grandson, the knights naturally dodged a passage and exposed the person. And this man naturally hit his horse to catch up.

That's right.

The only thing that stood out from the herald was that he used a long pole and held a bright red pennant aloft, without any markings on it. The heralds had never done this before, and they didn't know what Changsun Song's intentions were.

The herald knelt on one knee, held up a wooden box, and said in Xianbei that General Changsun had a top-secret order, which must be read by General Abogan himself, and the idlers and others should retreat.

Again, this is a procedure that has never been done before.

But the military situation was urgent, Ah Bogan didn't think much about it, waved his hand to let the soldiers stay away, and stepped forward to take the box. The box was not locked, but was tied up with a rope, and Ah Bogan couldn't wait to untie it carefully, so he cut it off with a knife and lifted the lid of the box.

Something flew out of his face and almost hit Ah Bogan's face, and in a panic, he threw the box away. When he fixed himself a little, he realized that it was a white dove.

Wrong! Very wrong! But I don't know what's wrong.

Everyone looked up at this uninvited guest, and watched it circle and fly towards the Jin army fleet on the Yellow River.

Before Ah Bogan could bow his head and interrogate, the herald suddenly pulled out a dagger from his arms, jumped up and stabbed Ah Bogan's chest.

The soldiers screamed, but no one could pounce.

The dagger stabbed Abogan accurately, but could not get in.

How lucky are the people who put on three layers of Shu brocade and two sets of armor.

The herald looked confused. Before he could make a new move, Ah Bogan had already raised his foot and kicked him over, and the soldiers rushed up and slashed him a few times, and the whole person was instantly blurred with flesh and blood.

Abogan called his soldiers and told them to set up the Assassin. Tearing off his Xianbei fur hat, he looked at it carefully, and found that it was originally a Han man.

A qiē got it all, including the strange pennant and the pigeon.

Even if the assassination failed, with this guide, the Jin army had already locked down Abogan's position.

Ah Bogan raised his waist knife and gestured, before he cut off the person's head, he saw a smile flash on the other party's face, and he couldn't help but pause:

"What else do you have to say?"

The man smiled tiredly and weakly:

"I laugh at you for only living half a pillar of incense than me!"

The flash of his knife flashed across his neck.

Almost at the same time, the defeat of the left flank rolled on both sides like dirt meets ploughshare, and a troop of cavalry wrapped in yellow dust rushed over with banners waving, and the shouts were shocking:

"The idler dodges and only kills Abogan!"

The same shout came from behind him.

The defeated army had no other will than flee quickly from death. The remnants of the Xianbei cavalry have been completely broken by the massacre just now, and they have lost the courage to take another move against the strong enemy. The infantry, on the other hand, were stunned by the rout of the cavalry, and they had never seen Xianbei Ma Jian'er so down. Now, the enemy who has defeated the pride of the sky is thundering from both directions, and he can think of it with his feet, and he can only take the best policy at this moment.

The chaotic soldiers scattered in all directions, and the Jin army that came over passed them without paying attention.

Apparently they have only one goal.

The area around Abogan was originally crowded with defeated soldiers, but now the population density was instantly thinned, and only his own soldiers were left in a circle to protect him in the middle. Hu Luzheng helped Ah Bogan off his horse, made him sit on the ground, jumped on his horse, stretched his bow and arrows, and looked for the first target to shoot.

The pincers of the Jin army clamped Ah Bogan as he wished.

Born with a golden spoon in his mouth, he never thought that he would one day become a trapped beast. Looking up, there were horse's buttocks and horses' hooves all around, and he looked so short.

No, trapped beasts are beasts, and they cannot die like pigs and sheep.

He stood up, called a personal soldier, asked him to dismount, and rode up himself.

He had already been humiliated by the Jin army once, and he couldn't suffer a second time.

The one who is about to die is the nephew of the Great Wei Emperor, the assassin of Jizhou, the chief general of the expeditionary force, and he must have a look when he dies.

Beat the horse through the pro-soldiers, facing the Jin army in a closed circle:

"I am Abogan, and I will call your chief to me."

Suddenly, Chen Song and Guo Xu came to him.

In an instant, Ah Bogan's internal organs were covered with ice and snow, but knowing that he was going to die, it made him detach himself from the memory of fear:

"The two of you are fine. I know what you want is me, and I can give you my head, but please spare these soldiers of mine. ”

Guo Chen and the others were surprised, they didn't expect Ah Bogan to have such a bloody side.

Ah Bogan is not the kind of person who loves soldiers like children, nor is he the kind of person who shares weal and woe with soldiers, and at the last moment he can have such a mind, the soldiers can't help but cry together.

But if Abugan dies at the hands of the enemy, even if the soldiers return alive, there will be no good results. What's more, how could a Xianbei man give up the master to the enemy!

Without waiting for Guo Xu and Chen Song to reply, several Xianbei soldiers had already dragged Ah Bogan off the horse, dragged him into the circle, and clamped him tightly.

Guo Xu knew that it was useless to say more, as soon as he beckoned, hundreds of long lances formed a dense formation, pressing from all sides, and the scimitars of the Xianbei soldiers were useless, but they couldn't continue to retreat, otherwise their horse's hooves would trample to death Abogan.

The leader of the pro-soldiers shouted angrily, jumped in front of the current Jin soldier's horse, cut him off with one sword, and before he could swing the second sword, he was pierced by a long lance.

That's the example.

The pro-soldiers do the final duel to the death.

They all knew it was a futile struggle.

A warrior is a warrior, and a warrior has a warrior's way of dying.

The overall situation has been decided, the general trend has gone, and the Xianbei soldiers are like dandelions in the wind, gradually withering around Abogan.

Suddenly, three Jin soldiers fell at the same time.

Hu Luzheng shot three arrows at the same time.

Immediately after the second wave of three arrows, three more Jin soldiers fell.

The ring besieging Abogan is about to open a gap. As long as Ah Bo Gan can rush out of this circle, he can rely on his bow and arrow to block the pursuers in the rear, until Ah Bo Gan runs away, and as for himself, he has already prepared a qiē mind.

He saw Chen Song just now, and he really wanted him to fight again, and after the third wave shot a few Jin soldiers, he jumped into the saddle and wanted to find Chen Song from the chaotic soldiers.

Suddenly, a good man with a big shoulder and a round waist, with a long lance in one hand and an iron mallet in the other, rode his horse and crashed into him.

Hu Luzheng didn't give him the slightest chance, dropped the arrow, and an arrow hit him, and the opponent turned sideways at the last moment, not being shot in the chest, and the arrow was stuck in his left arm.

Hu Luzheng pulled out the second arrow like lightning and shot it out, this time, the enemy did not dodge, he was shot in the chest properly, such a close distance, even if he was protected by armor, he should be dead. Hu Luzheng didn't waste any time, turned his head and continued to look for Chen Song, at this time, he saw from the afterglow that the strong man waved his right arm before falling off the horse, and something flew towards Hu Luzheng.

Iron mallet.

Hu Luzheng lowered his head, and the hammer knocked his helmet off.

He was stunned, and another Jin soldier had already rushed to him, and the long lance swept away, knocking Hu Luzheng off his horse. The moment he hit the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. But he rolled backwards, picked up a scimitar on the ground, and protected it in front of Abogan.

The remnant sun is like blood.

The earth is desolate.

There were only two of them left.