Surrounded by a bunch of guards, Yao Hong looked up at the lance inserted in the roof of the treasure car, his lips trembling.

Even if the lance could split the car in half, it wouldn't hurt him. The car is a part of the honor guard, and it is indispensable, but he can't hide comfortably in the car when the soldiers are exposed. Yao Hong, who appeared in front of the three armies, was wearing golden armor, riding a sweaty horse, with a sword hanging from his waist and a bow and arrow on his back, although the horse equipment, scabbard and quiver were too gorgeous to be suitable for battle, and the tassels on the helmet were too brightly colored, but after all, the emperor appeared on the battlefield in a fighting posture, not only composing poetry as in the legend.

But now, Yao Hedu was using a hurried voice to persuade him to leave the battlefield.

Why?

The Jin army's dead soldiers were too fierce, and the ministers were worried that they would offend Chengyu.

Can't the Yulin ride stop them?

Yulin rode to the death, but he must first put his majesty in everything.

If you can't win, how can I be safe?

Yao He bowed his head and was silent.

You give me an honest answer, can you stop it?

Silent.

After another flash of lightning and thunder, large raindrops fell. The raindrops fell on Yao Hong's armor, clanging, as if urging life.

Yao Hong has never been so angry in his life.

With 30,000 feathers and a forest of horsemen, surrounding thousands of lonely troops, he knew that even with such a huge disparity, the Qin army would need to fight for a while to solve the opponent, if it was not a bitter battle, at least a decent battle with back and forth. The reason why he ordered the three armies to tightly encircle the Jin army was to make the opponent unable to stretch his hands and feet. He is not Song Xianggong, there is no need to be fair with the Nanban, what he wants is to let the three armies of Great Qin punish this invader who messed up the southern front with the least casualties under the most favorable conditions.

But the battlefield seems to have fallen under a spell.

The moment Nanren lit the baggage, the advantage he had never doubted was lost in an instant.

He rode on a horse, watching the Jin army peel off bamboo shoots, peeling layer by layer in front of him, and the army all over the mountains could only stand by and watch.

He had a sharp sword in his hand, but he couldn't use it to kill any officers and soldiers, because it wasn't their fault.

The fault lies with the emperor.

Failure feels like a ferocious rat gnawing at his heart. From the moment he ascended the throne, some people in the government and the opposition have been saying that he is not like the descendants of the Yao family and the emperor of the Qiang people. Yao Yizhong, Yao Xiang, Yao Chang, and Yao Xing are all first-class warriors who lick blood with their heads on their heads; From Emperor Wu Zhao to Emperor Wen, all dynasties have used military power to deter Huayi. Only he, the emperor, seems to be a Han thief who came into the Qiang court, a sick cat who got into the tiger's den. You can't tell these ignorant gangsters what the country's long-term peace and stability depend on, your car and theirs are already running on two roads. But it is one thing to keep the peace and keep the job, and it is another thing to protect the family and defend the country when the crisis comes. From the moment Nanban set foot on the north bank of the Yellow River, he needed to prove to the whole country that he Yao Hong was not only Wen Tao, but also Wu Luo, although he was indeed not good at riding and shooting. But fate doesn't seem to give him this opportunity, the Xianbei Allied army was defeated on the river, the famous general Yao Shao was in the army, Tongguan was broken, Wuguan fell, stability was trapped, Puban was in danger, there was bad news everywhere, and I didn't hear a single good news. He needed a win so badly, in order to boost his morale and prove himself. This battle was a great opportunity for him. When he learned that the Jin army was not even 10,000, he became more and more convinced that the Mandate of Heaven was on his side. As long as he can hold the southern front, he will be able to return to Chang'an as a victor and convince the three armies that their supreme commander has military talent. But now, that qiē is coming to naught. If the Chinese army can withstand it and buy time for other armies to rush over, then even if the Jin army is fierce for a while, it will definitely be consumed in the vast sea of people of the Qin army. It's a pity that the Chinese army was defeated so quickly that it was almost lightning fast.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rain poured down the junction of the helmet and armor into Yao Hong's neck.

A soldier rushed over and wanted to hang a thin swan feather poncho on him, but he pushed it away.

Yao He dismounted, knelt in the muddy water under his stirrups, and pressed his forehead against the tips of his boots.

"Ten thousand, please take the community as the priority, cherish the body of ten thousand gold, and leave the dangerous place quickly!"

Yao Hong looked directly at Qin Jinfeng, who was fighting in front of him, through the rain curtain, and gritted his teeth for a long time before saying:

"You're trying to escape?"

"I don't dare. The minister only firmly believes in one thing: as long as His Majesty returns to Chang'an safely and sits in the center, the whole country will have the backbone. His Majesty stayed here, and if he didn't hide it, the future of Daqin would not dare to go against the grain. ”

Yao Hong's hand holding the reins was trembling.

Yao He is right. In case the emperor is lost under the pass, then without waiting for the Jin army to enter Chang'an, just those in the court who are looking forward to changing the sky will immediately be able to make trouble. Their minds are very clear, even if they themselves can't withstand the offensive of the Jin army, even if they can only be in power for one day, then they are willing to enjoy the power of the emperor and the blessing of the emperor for one day. The rebellion of Yao Bi and Yao Hui, Yao Hong vividly remembers, there was nothing in the world at that time, and those who coveted imperial power still dared to take risks, not to mention the eventful autumn now.

But as the supreme commander of the three armed forces, how can he cover his face so that he can turn around and flee in front of the three armed forces?

Yao He seemed to see through his thoughts:

"Your Majesty has read the scriptures and history, and you should know that the big line does not care about the details, and the big gifts are not resigned. Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, was defeated and fled, and even the children had to be pushed out of the car; Emperor Cao Cao of Wei Wu was frustrated by Zhou Yu, forced by Guan Yu, and chased by Ma Chao, so why not flee in a hurry? These are the first saints of the country, and they are not ashamed to leave. As far as this dynasty is concerned, Emperor Wu Zhao created the country, and he was calloused, so how could he win a hundred battles? ”

This is indeed an irrefutable historical fact, and it is most suitable to use it as a noble excuse to get out.

Yao Hong saw Yao He making a gesture with his peripheral vision.

The surrounding Yulin cavalry officers and soldiers all knelt down from their saddles, splashing a cloud of muddy water on the ground.

Yao He stood up, stuck to Yao Hong's saddle, and whispered that His Majesty had been wronged and returned to Beijing on horseback, and the treasure car would remain in place, so that it would not suddenly shake the army's heart.

Yao Hong lowered his head and groaned for a long time, then sighed and turned the horse's head.

Yao He both beckoned, and Yulin's cavalry soldiers brushed their horses and followed Yao Hong. As soon as he took ten or so steps, Yao Hong grabbed his mount, turned around and called Yao Hedu to come over, took off the sword at his waist and handed it to him:

"I am incompetent, carrying the swords of two emperors, but I have not been able to slay a single enemy. Now I'm going to be a deserter, it's useless to carry it, and it's a disgrace to my ancestors. I beg you to let it be stained with the blood of the Nanban. But you must give it back to me! ”

After a knock on the horse's belly, the sweaty horse took an elegant chicken willow step. The officers and soldiers in front silently moved out of the way, and watched their emperor leave with tears in his eyes.

Yao Hedu's tears couldn't be stopped. Yao Hong asked him to return the sword, so that he must go back alive. But he has already made up his mind to die on this shameful battlefield and wash away the shame with a blood.

But the sword used by the three emperors of the Great Qin must not become a trophy for the Nanban to show off his martial arts.

He took out a white Luo Pa from the sleeve of his battle robe, pulled out Yao Hong's sword, and gently swiped it in the palm of his left hand, dripping the blood gushing out on Luo Pa.

The blood color is bright, like peach and plum blossoms.

Tie a knot in the scabbard with Luopa, call a confidant lieutenant, and ask him to follow behind the emperor's personal guards, and when he arrives in Chang'an and returns the arrow to the emperor, he tells him that Yao He has been martyred.

With a solemn expression, the lieutenant tore off the sleeves of his robe, tore out a few strips of cloth, knotted them into long ropes, and tied the sword firmly to his back. Turned over and jumped on the horse, gave a flat-chested military salute to Yao Hedu, and spurred the horse to gallop away.

Yao He got on the horse, wiped his face, and looked around at the brothers around him:

"Brethren! I've seen it all, it's a shame! The dignified Qin Yulin rode in, unable to stop the Southern Barbarians, so that our emperor could not live in peace! We are all Qiang nobles, did we endure this evil breath like this? Even if we live to old age and die, how can we answer when our children and grandchildren ask? Going underground, the grandfathers asked, how do we answer? The emperor has withdrawn, and we have nothing to scruple about now! Brothers, beat the drums, follow me, Yao and Du, and rush up to kill the Nanban! Kill! ”

With a burst of thunder, the officers and soldiers of the Yulin Cavalry roared angrily, raised their swords, and rushed towards the Jin army that had come over.

Elite to elite, ace to ace, head for head, blood to blood.

Yao Hedu's horse was tripped and one of his legs was pressed under the horse, and a Jin soldier rushed over to swing a knife to slash, but was held up by a Yulin cavalry veteran who caught up, and the two men fought. By the time Yao He pulled out his legs, the two enemies had already stabbed each other at the same time, and they both fell to the ground. Yao He glanced at his savior, rushed forward on foot, he slashed two Jin soldiers, and rushed towards a strong man wielding double knives, not realizing that he had been slashed in the back.

The strong man was a head and a half taller than Yao Hedu, and his arms looked thicker than Yao Hedu's legs. The moment the swords collided, Yao and Du Hu's mouths were numb, and the sword almost flew away from his hand. In order to dodge the blade, he jumped backwards, only to tripped over a man who had just fallen.

This time, no one answered.

There weren't many feather forest riders around him anymore.

The strong man with two knives in the Jin army came over and pointed at Yao Hedu with the tip of his knife:

"You, stand up and fight again! You are tripping, I, Fu Hongzhi, will never take advantage of others! ”

Yao He had heard of the name Fu Hongzhi, but he didn't know that it was such a giant. In the midst of the scuffle, it was really unexpected that this person still had such a samurai demeanor.

Yao He jumped up from the muddy water and rushed towards Fu Hongzhi again. He knew that the opponent's strength was amazing, and he couldn't fight hard, so he wanted to rely on his movement and leap to find an opportunity to attack his flaws. It's a pity that the battlefield is not a ring, and it's not just Fu Hong who is staring at him. Just as he flashed to the side of Fu Hongzhi's body and was about to stab him under the ribs, an arrow shot over, hitting his calf and stomach. Yao He knew that he could not be spared, he didn't want to be beheaded by the enemy, and wanted to raise his sword to cut himself, but Fu Hongzhi flew away his sword, stepped forward and grabbed his throat, almost lifted him up, and then slammed it to the ground. Several Jin soldiers rushed over and put their swords around his neck.

He lay on the ground panting, and the rain kept him open.

Fu Hongzhi drove the soldiers away and stretched out his hand to set up Yao Hedu. Glancing at Yao Hedu's richly decorated scabbard, he touched the gem inlaid on his iron armor belt:

"It seems that you are not a petty official, the big husband goes everywhere, you have to have a name!"

Yao He raised his head:

"The right guard rate of the prince of Great Qin, and the general Yao Hedu of Yulin Cavalry!"

Fu Hong was stunned, and then smiled:

"Damn, people say that Lao Tzu is stupid and stupid, and he is really right, just reach out and catch a big fish."

Yao Hedu shook his head sadly, he wanted to die on the battlefield, but he was unexpectedly captured alive by the enemy, and even greater humiliation was yet to come. What's even more terrifying is that the Jin army actually has the leisure to capture prisoners, which shows that they have taken control of the battlefield. took two steps forward, and suddenly looked up to see that Yao Hong's treasure car was already surrounded by Jin officers and soldiers.

Two Jin soldiers stood on the driver's seat with him, and the treasure car ran across the battlefield, and the surrounding Jin soldiers shouted

"Yao He has been captured alive! Yao Hong is running! ”

At first, dozens of soldiers were shouting, and then hundreds of soldiers were shouting.

After the defeat of the Qin army, the entire Qin army lost its command. Those armies, which were blocked by the terrain and the fires, and were unable to participate in the battle for a while, were trying to rush to support the Chinese army under the leadership of their respective generals, and now they suddenly heard the news, and at first they could not distinguish between the true and the false. But they soon saw that the emperor's treasure chariot had fallen into the hands of the enemy, and their commander-in-chief, Yao Hedu, had fallen into the hands of the enemy.

The emperor ran away.

The Lord will be taken prisoner.

This news was like an invisible ripple, quickly sweeping through the entire Qin army.

At the cost of more than 400 killed and more than 700 wounded, the Jin army killed and wounded more than 9,000 people in the Qin army in the fierce offensive. The remaining Qin army, compared with the Jin army, still had an overwhelming advantage, but the emperor absconded and the commander was captured, their liver and gallbladder had been removed in an instant, and the blood was suddenly emptied, leaving 20,000 clay sculptures and wood carvings, and they didn't know what to do in the pouring rain.

They saw a man who had nothing but a fig leaf, with a dozen people as unsheltered as him, galloping across the battlefield, and without fear swept under the eyes of the Qin army, shouting as they ran:

Brothers Qin Jun, Yao Hong has already left you and run away, you surrender quickly! I am Shen Tianzi, the general of Zhenwu of the Great Jin Dynasty, and I promise you: lay down your arms and never kill! Dare to resist stubbornly, don't kill it!

The soldiers of the Jin army reformed in the position of the original Qin army, and after a drum sound, they echoed:

Lay down your arms and never kill! Dare to resist stubbornly, don't kill it!

Only an army whose morale is so high that it is about to rush to the top of the sky can dare to fight a lone army that is exhausted with all its strength, and send such a clamor to an enemy who is several times its size and waits for work. Thunder and lightning help it, and torrential rain increases its momentum.

The soldiers of the Qin army stood in the rain, silent.

Suddenly, a soldier standing in the front row of the formation turned around, walked through the ranks, walked towards the valley behind him, and after taking two steps, threw away the lance in his hand and began to run with his bare hands. The general of the Qin army shouted angrily, chased after him, and cut off his head from behind with a sword. As soon as the general turned his horse's head and was about to return, he saw the formation in front of him suddenly collapse. The officers and men fled in all directions, and the sound of weapons being dropped on the ground was sonorous. While shouting that he was not allowed to run, he raised his sword and wanted to make an example of him again, but looking at the flow of people rushing over like a tide, he suddenly realized that this was a defeat like a mountain, and it was impossible for human power to recover, so he put down his hand in despair and dazed.

The valley that meandered to the battlefield from all sides was now crowded with the rout of the Qin army, who ran and stumbled through the muddy water, and soon became a group of moving clay sculptures.

No ranks, no goals, no discipline, no dignity.

After these people wanted to roll over like voles, the general saw that there were still more than a hundred or so people on the battlefield who did not move.

All the children of the Yao nobles.

Even at the moment of disintegration, there are still people who are unwilling to bow their heads, and some people are willing to block the door of the house with flesh and blood.

The general walked over and met everyone's eyes.

"Brothers, why don't you go?"

No one answered, and an even immature voice asked:

"Why didn't the general leave?"

The general smiled:

"I want Nanban to see, the real Qiang warrior is a person, and he dares to challenge the army of millions!"

The voice said:

"We think so too!"

The general said very well, so what are you waiting for. There are only about a hundred of us, but we can't lose the majesty of Yulin Cavalry, and I can't lose my murderous aura as a leading officer. I beat the drums, and you charge. When you're all dead, I'll do the general attack.

More than a hundred voices were filled with pride:

Good!

The drums of war were drenched in heavy rain, and the drums sounded dull.

More than 100 horsemen formed a triangular formation, and in the rhythm of the torrential rain, they rushed towards the enemy formation at great speed.

Qiang wind hunting, Qiang wine mellow.

Dayu my ancestor, the dragon of the ages.

Started in the west, and fought a hundred battles.

Wu Zhaowei is on the shore, and the country is in Guanzhong.

Three generations of people are trying to rule the country, and they are looking forward to peace.

A strong enemy is coming from the south, and the country is in trouble.

My sword is clear, and my horse is rumbling.

Warriors go to the death, and the battle does not whirl.

The beauty is empty and dances solo under the moon.

Parents are long and empty, and there is nothing under their knees.

Protecting my family and family, I have no regrets.

The soul returns to the rivers, and the fields are fertile.

Sprinkle blood on the country, bury bones on the battlefield.

Sue the temple of the other sect, the man is loyal.

When the shouting died down, the general stopped his drumsticks.

He didn't want to charge into enemy lines.

On the battlefield, you can't just die if you want to.

You may slip, you may be knocked unconscious, you may lose your front hooves, you may have muscle cramps.

In short, it is not possible to send another prisoner to the Jin army.

By the time the Jin army found him under the drums of war, he had already fallen to the ground, blood gushing from his severed neck.