The soldiers around Song Zheyuan were almost all lying down, and he watched them die painfully in front of him, and his heart was like a knife. He knew very well that if he didn't make a decision, everyone, including Zhang Zizhong, would die here. In desperation, Song Zheyuan glanced at Zhang Zizhong.

"Master Zhang, I hurt you, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have fallen into this situation. Now I'm going to fight with them, I don't know what you're going to do. Song Zheyuan didn't want Zhang Zizhong to die with him, because he knew that Zhang Zizhong was an aspiring soldier.

If he surrenders, he Song Zheyuan will not blame him. originally thought that Zhang Zizhong would think about it for a while, but Song Zheyuan didn't expect that Zhang Zizhong snatched a steel knife from the soldiers next to him. "There is no one in our Northwest Army who is afraid of death, and today I am willing to fight with you to the death with the opponent."

"Kill." Song Zheyuan didn't say anything, but rushed forward with a steel knife, Zhang Zizhong was not a person who was afraid of death, and he was guarding next to Song Zheyuan with a steel knife.

Because of the use of incendiary bombs, many soldiers, including Lao Li, were very close to Song Zheyuan's department, and Song Zheyuan had already bitten them with just a charge.

"Kill," the Northwest Army roared loudly, and the sound shook the entire battlefield, and in just one confrontation, hundreds of soldiers of the Tenth Army fell to the ground.

It was not that the Tenth Army was cowardly, but that the unit under Song Zheyuan was the predecessor of the 29th Army, and their broadswords were the most powerful in all of China and Asia, so when they fought at close range, they showed great damage.

In particular, the thousands of soldiers who were bitten could not get rid of the fighting of the Northwest Army at all, and they were fallen one by one by Song Zheyuan and his soldiers like cutting wheat.

Zhang Zhizhong held a sharp knife and slashed a soldier to death, and blood sprayed on his face, making people look extremely hideous, but Zhang Zizhong still shouted, "The husband fought bloodily, the horse leather shroud, today's bloody battle, hurry up." ”

As he shouted, a sniper lying in the shadows locked on to him as fast as he could, "Smack! A shot hit Zhang Zhizhong in the left shoulder. The depressed sniper slapped the ground, and it was difficult to find this opportunity.

"How can such a brave general die at the hands of his own people, and order that the sniper can't snipe him." Jiang Xianyun loved talents and didn't want Zhang Zizhong to die here.

Nie Rongzhen also liked Zhang Zizhong's bravery, and he didn't say anything about Jiang Xianyun's wrong decision, but glanced at Wang Wu gesturely.

Wang Wu has white hair and eyebrows, and is dressed in white, and he looks like a soldier there, but the soldiers around him admire him very much and dare not disobey him.

Wang Wuchong Jiang Xianyun and Nie Rongzhen hugged their fists and left the headquarters with the troops, followed by more than a thousand soldiers, all holding steel knives in their hands, and the soldiers who stopped next to them shouted, "The devil's camp has come out, and the brothers who were bitten are saved." ”

Originally, with the quality of the soldiers of the Tenth Group Army, they were not afraid of the Northwest Army, but the soldiers who threw incendiary bombs were bitten, and the other soldiers could not shoot, and at the same time they did not get orders, and they did not dare to rush forward easily, so they could only wait for orders.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the old man is not a figure in the army, but he has been teaching you sword techniques for a while, I don't know if you would like to meet this group of tigers from the northwest tonight." Wang Wu tightened his shirt, and his voice was very crisp in the team, but everyone could also see the excitement in his heart, there were really no more people in the martial arts who were still active in their era.

"Fight!" The voice of the soldiers of the Devil's Camp was low, but it was like the roar of the devil.

Wang Wu took the lead and rushed to the front with the soldiers, forming a sharp arrow, and instantly shot in the camp of the Northwest Army, Wang Wu was followed by more than a dozen big men, defending Wang Wu to defend this old hero.

The tragic battle began, Song Zheyuan never thought that it would be a white-haired old man who would fight against him, and he didn't care very much, and stabbed Wang Wu with a knife.

Wang Wu jumped and jumped the steel knife in Song Zheyuan's hand with a skillful knife, Song Zheyuan realized that it was not good, turned his head and was about to escape, but he was grabbed by more than a dozen strong men and brought back to the rear team.

Zhang Zizhong saw Song Zheyuan being taken away in front of his eyes, and his eyes were full of anger, but he couldn't do anything at all, because the old man killed him again.

The young man of the Northwest Army saw that the Lord was arrested and a person was indignant, and he did not panic because of this, but fought even more bloodily.

Zhang Zizhong's psychology was secretly chilling, and the army took the head of the general from it, this is something that can only be done by a strong general in ancient times, I didn't expect Liu Yuan to have this kind of character who has disappeared in the long river of history, it seems that he has no hope, rather than being caught and humiliated like Song Zheyuan, it is better to break it himself, thinking of this, Zhang Zizhong is about to commit suicide by holding the steel knife in his hand.

At this time, Wang Wu had already rushed to the front and kicked Zhang Zizhong's body, not giving Zhang Zizhong a chance to commit suicide at all, so he captured Zhang Zizhong alive.

Although the Northwest Army without Zhang Zizhong was still resisting, it was not as strong as just now, and there were only more than 2,000 people left in the end, all of whom chose to surrender. Because they have been killed by the devil's camp.

The ground was full of human heads, and the soldiers of the Devil's Battalion wiped the blood from their bodies and returned to their rightful positions, because they knew that the counteroffensive of the Tenth Army against the Northwest Army had begun.

Feng Yuxiang saw the fire inside the Tenth Army and the subsequent fighting, but he couldn't do anything at all, because the frontal defense was very strong, and he organized several attacks but failed to kill it.

And just when he was distressed that he had lost more than 10,000 people, an exclamation came, and with the gestures of the soldiers, he looked at his rear, the fire in the sky, and endless explosions, his logistics supply base was destroyed by the other party, and his right wing, the people sent by the Red Party to support him, actually launched an attack on his own opponent, at this time Feng Yuxiang knew that he was defeated.

Because he saw the panicked expressions of the soldiers, and saw that some of the soldiers had thrown their weapons to the ground, almost all the officers were at a loss.

After a night of fighting, the Northwest Army was completely annihilated from Song Zheyuan's troops to the rear fire, and then the right-wing allies launched an attack on themselves, becoming extremely flustered, and from Feng Yuxiang to the grassroots officers became unconfident.

Therefore, this war became extremely bad, the remaining more than 200,000 troops of the Northwest Army were continuously interspersed and divided by more than 100,000 troops of the Tenth Group Army, and the most rear, including Feng Yuxiang, was surrounded on a very small piece of high ground.

Feng Yuxiang Rongma in his life, how could he never think that he would be defeated by a group of young soldiers, in desperation, he could only send a telegram to the whole country and announce his retirement.