Abugan was stationed high on the horse, watching his first thousand-man squad come to naught.

The heart is pounding wildly.

The foot on the stirrup is a little soft.

Hearing others say that fighting a war is really two different things. Hearing others say that Beifu soldiers and their own teachings are really two different things.

A team of 1,000 people, a thousand fierce veterans of a hundred battles, said that it was gone, and the most columbent thing was that not even a single enemy was put down.

The general ran over, his eyes on fire:

"General, the second team is on!"

Ah Bo didn't speak, grabbed the horse's belly, galloped to the car loaded with war drums, got off the horse, pushed away the small school of applause, and beat the drum himself.

The second thousand-man squad shot out.

They had to be faster than the first team in order to be able to rush to a place where the enemy could not use arrows.

The drumming of Abogan never stopped.

The knights drove their mounts directly with the back of their swords.

The length and frequency of each horse's stride is incomparable.

When the drummer's arm was too sore to lift, the last and luckiest knight, with an arrow on his shoulder, stood out from the corpses and rushed to a distance of 30 paces from the chariot.

The soldiers of the Jin army seemed to have made an appointment to see what a lonely and desperate cavalryman could do, and they stopped shooting for a while.

The cavalryman accelerated to the front of the chariot and, without any restraint, rode his horse directly into the chariot. The horse's huge weight and impact shook the chariot violently. At the moment of the collision, the knight jumped up, he should have wanted to fall into the car and slash the enemy with a scimitar, but he encountered a few long lances in mid-air, and the whole person was framed there, like a goshawk suddenly pinched by a god.

Two thousand people were killed and wounded, and the Xianbei soldiers were only angry, not tears.

At this moment, seeing this strong man flying towards the enemy's blade and spilling the blood of the Xianbei people on the enemy's face, thousands of soldiers wept bitterly.

The general came to the drum cart and looked up at Ah Bogan, his lips already biting and bleeding.

Is the third thousand-man team still going to rush?

Abogan's hands were shaking.

He never thought that he would encounter such a situation the first time he led his troops into battle. Withdrawing his troops, his subordinates will feel that he is frightened and retreat in the face of a strong enemy. Keep charging, only more people will die.

I remembered what Cui Hao said, if you can't learn more of the way of soldiering, then remember one thing: never panic in front of soldiers.

With a deep breath, he ordered the general:

Paused the charge, sent someone to inform General Changsun, and when his reinforcements arrived, gather all his forces, smash a hammer into the enemy position, and no longer charge the detachment. Instead of adding oil one by one, it is better to press the top of Mount Tai.

The battlefield fell silent, and a few wounded soldiers could be faintly heard.

Ah Bogan listened sideways for a while, then called an officer who could speak Chinese and gave him an explanation for a while.

Soon, the officer waved a white flag and galloped towards the Jin army's chariot formation. He didn't bring weapons or wear armor, and at a glance he knew he was negotiating.

The formation is an arc of wood and iron.

Fifty steps ahead of the formation, there was an arc of corpses and blood.

The battlefield messenger came between the two arcs, reined in his horse, and waited for a while with the white flag, as if asking silently: I am unarmed and have no armor, will you kill or not?

The other party was silent.

The messenger shouted loudly:

"Brothers of the Jin Army, thank you for not killing the envoys. We have killed some of your brothers these days, and you have just shot 2,000 of us, and you have taken revenge. General Abugan sent me to greet him, hoping for a truce between the two sides. We're back, and you're back on board. If you don't want to, and you still want to continue fighting, then we will accompany you. But can we rest for a while and let us carry the wounded brothers down? ”

The other party remained silent.

Ah Bogan has already made up his mind that no matter what the cost is today, he must break through the Jin army's chariot formation and eat the troops that have come ashore. Break the enemy's formation, destroy the enemy, no matter how heavy the casualties are, you can also use the opponent's strong base as a circle to win the sympathy of the people who have passed. If his own person dies in one place, but the other party retreats with his whole body, then don't say that he has no face to see his uncle, according to the Xianbei Military Law, Changsun Song has the right to execute him immediately.

I really regret taking this errand in the first place.

There is no turning back.

It was Liu Yu who was in the back of the water, but it was he Ah Bogan who was fighting against the water.

He had already noticed that the two thousand men and horses, who were riddled with dead and wounded, had become the biggest obstacle in the way of the next charge. The subsequent knights had to slow down and pass the guò, otherwise they would not only trample the fallen brothers into flesh, but also easily trip over horses and corpses. But as long as you slow down, it is even more difficult to rush through the rain of arrows.

I hope that the Jin army will not see through this intention.

After the envoy finished speaking, there was no movement on the part of the Jin army.

Maybe they're discussing.

The messenger stood there silently, the white flag in his hand crackling, unable to tell whether it was a good omen or a bad omen.

His last thought was to wait a little longer and I would go back.

But he couldn't go back.

Perhaps to ensure that nothing was lost, the Jin army fired at least ten arrows at him at the same time, one of which pierced his forehead.

The last instinct he released was to clamp the horse's belly hard, leaning on the horse's back with his upper body, and the white flag in his hand fell to the ground.

The horses were unscathed. If the owner doesn't give a command, then it makes its own decisions. Slowly turned around, walked through the battlefield along the way he came, and the old horse knew the way and returned to the army. When it was almost time to get under the drum cart, the body of the messenger could no longer hold on, and fell headlong.

Ah Bogan knew that this was the Jin army's revenge for the order he had ordered to shoot him.

From the lieutenant to the sergeant, everyone was furious.

His ears were filled with curses and curses.

The sound of the scimitar slapping the stirrup was sonorous and piercing.

Some people have already begun to cut their faces with knives and smear their entire plates with blood.

The horses were infected, their hooves scraping the ground, and their noses sounded in unison.

Ah Bogan knew that it was difficult for him to restrain this army that was eager for revenge and shame.

At this moment, a low, long horn sounded in the back.

As soon as everyone turned around, they saw a large army pressing towards them from the northwest sky, like a dark cloud.

There was a red glow in the dark clouds, and it was an umbrella that showed the identity of the manager.

The eldest grandson Song came to the front line in person.

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