-9- Feng Zhanshan became a fly without a head, and had just fled to the south, when he collided head-on with more than 10,000 Chu troops.

This Chu army has just finished cleaning up more than 6,000 enemies on this side, and its own casualties have reached nearly 4,000, but since the total strength is still about 16,000, it is a strong force.

Feng Zhanshan wanted to cry without tears, and the soldiers behind him were less than 20,000, and the soldiers scattered everywhere estimated that it would be difficult for them to escape alive.

In other words, his army of 50,000 has less than 20,000 left.

It's a must-win situation, but it's a 180-degree turn, which is unacceptable.

Now there was only one thought left in his mind.

Fortunately, in the case of cavalry matching, his own side did not suffer too much, and he commanded his troops to drill into the weak places of the opponent's forces.

The little marquis climbed to the head of Jincheng and greeted the Wang family father and son with a smile.

Wang Xuanye looked at the battle scene not far away, frowned, and said, "It's not quite right.

The little marquis smiled and said, "You can also see that something is wrong.Destroy 50,000 enemies.There is no need to send so many people over."

Wang Taiji's face was full of confusion: "Why, there are many Chu troops, isn't this good?"

"I'm afraid they have other unclean thoughts besides killing the Pantheon." The little marquis said in a deep voice: "In the art of war learned by the Great Chu people, the phrase 'soldiers are not too many' appears the most.

Wang Xuanye added: "I remember the incident of being attacked in a border town before, but he still led his troops out of the nest.

Wang Taijie still couldn't understand: "What do you two mean by what you two want to express?"

The little marquis said solemnly: "Uncle Wang, I bother you to give an order, anyone who enters the range of our army's crossbowmen, whether it is the Chu army or the Pantheistic Sect, will be shot with arrows."

"What. allies shoot too." Wang Taiji's eyes widened.

The son said earnestly: "Allies, I'm afraid they have ulterior motives, Father, as the saying goes, you can't have the heart to hurt others, but you can't have the heart to let people go."

Wang Taiji is a loyal person, shaking his head and saying, "That's too unjust, I can't explain it to the soldiers......."

The little marquis came up with an idea and said: "It's simple, just say that it is dark and you can't see clearly, and it is not a big deal to shoot the Chu people.

Seeing Wang Xuanye nodding, Wang Taiji had no choice but to smile bitterly: "Okay, I hope our allies don't get angry."

Maddie stood and tugged at the sleeve of the little marquis, and whispered, "You suspect that the Chu people have bad intentions, right?"

"That's right, their real purpose is probably to take the Golden City by the way after defeating the Pantheon." He replied.

Lin Die suddenly realized: "So that's the case.No wonder you ordered to go back to the city just now.Chu Jun and the Pantheon Sect are not good people.Just let them eat dogs."

Meng Fei quickly whipped up his horse and fought with Feng Zhanshan to one place, but his level was not as good as the other party, and he was stabbed in three rounds.

Yang Xingwu immediately rushed over, and with the help of an adjutant general, he successfully stabbed Feng Zhanshan twice.

In the end, a remnant of 2,000 men rushed out of the oblique spur, and joined forces with Feng Zhanshan to successfully break through.

Yang Xingwu ordered his generals to lead his troops to chase and kill, and he took the injured Meng Fei and the others to turn their horses and run towards the west gate of Jincheng.

When we were still a few hundred meters away from the city gate, arrows rained down from the sky, and many people were caught off guard and shot into hedgehogs.

Meng Fei was the most unlucky, he was injured, he couldn't calmly shoot down the crossbow arrow with his weapon like other generals, and he was accidentally shot through his left arm.

"Don't let go of the arrows, we are the Chu army." Yang Xingwu shouted loudly.

"Nonsense, you must be people from the Pantheistic Sect, pretending to be the Chu army to come and open the city gates." Someone in the city said in a cold tone, "Don't dream, we're not foolish, brothers, shoot me."

Whoosh ......

It was another round of arrow rain, and Yang Xingwu hurriedly ordered a retreat of 100 meters.

After the team stood still, he said with a grim face, "These hateful fellows are actually firing arrows at their allies.

Meng Fei said while taking a cold breath: "Maybe it's too dark, the people guarding the city can't see clearly, their suspicions are not unreasonable, by the way, Lord General, you might as well call out the name of the messenger, so that we can prove our identity."

That's right.

Yang Xingwu shouted again: "The people in the city listen, let your person named Chen Xiao come over and answer, I am Yang Xingwu, the chief general of the Chu army, not a person from the Pantheistic Sect."

A quarter of an hour later, the little marquis staggered up to the city and said in a lazy tone, "Who is looking for me?"

"It's me, Yang Xingwu, the commander of the Chu army, Chen Xiaogongzi, your soldiers who defend the city suspect that we are enemies, and they are shooting arrows at us." He said in a tone of resentment.

"Yes, I'm so sorry, we're afraid that the Pantheon Cult will pretend to be you, and if you open the city gate rashly, we'll lose a lot. I'm really sorry, General Yang, it's too dark, I can't see your face clearly." The little marquis said: "Why don't you wait for dawn to talk about it, you can kill the enemy first."

Yang Xing's martial spirit was born and the second Buddha ascended to heaven.

He endured his anger and said, "Chen Gongzi, I won't tell you anything, our army has a lot of wounded soldiers, and when we set out for the battle, we were in too much hurry, and we didn't bring enough medicine.

At the head of the city, the little marquis turned to look at Wang Xuanye, who was sneering, and said, "I heard it, they really want to enter the city, they really want to enter the city, they don't have enough medicine, it's just a joke, how can a general who can fight well make such a low-level mistake."

Wang Xuanye said: "But no matter what, if we don't give them convenience, I'm afraid it won't be justified."

"Haha, then make a move and invite you into the urn." The little marquis clapped his hands and said.

He turned around again and rushed outside, and said in a loud voice: "Then ask General Yang to gather the seriously wounded and send them into the city together. We will prepare doctors and medicines at once, and open the city gate at dawn.

Yang Xingwu was about to get angry, and Meng Fei persuaded on the side: "The general must not be rash, anyway, there are only two quarters of an hour left before dawn, and we also need to 'prepare' the wounded."

"You're right, if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, immediately let 3,000 elite soldiers pretend to be wounded, plus 1,000 escorts." He said with a hideous expression: "As long as these 4,000 men enter the city smoothly, they will be able to take the city gate, and our large army will be unimpeded."

As soon as the day dawned, a thousand men pushed a bloodied cart with screaming wounds and sick, and walked towards the city gates.

At the top of the city, the soldiers put away their crossbows, the drawbridge fell first, and then the gates slowly opened.

A smile appeared on Yang Xingwu's face, thinking that Jincheng was about to change his surname.

As soon as a dozen or so cars in front of them crossed the drawbridge, the people on it jumped up, took out their weapons hidden under them, and roared and rushed into the city gate.