Hundreds of war horses directly "crashed" into the thin human wall, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. The officers and soldiers who broke through the human wall shook off the corpses on the lances and accelerated forward again. No one could stand in their way, and the only thing the untrained minions of the Wagang Wai Battalion could do in front of the officers and men was to run in all directions, and at the slightest hesitation of their steps, the tip of the cold lance would peek through their chests, and the merciless hooves of horses would step over their ribs.

The human wall organized by Fang Yanzao Cang was too thin, and it couldn't delay the speed of the war horse at all. He tried to gather his troops and horses again, but the handsome flag shot down by Li Xu drifted away with the wind, and he refused to convey those unorganized orders for him at all. Seeing that his handsome flag had been lowered, the surrounding troops and horses became more and more at a loss. No one knows what is going on in the Chinese army, and no one can come up with a foolproof solution. The enemy is only a small force, less than a fraction of theirs. But this fraction of the officers and soldiers are like tigers entering the flock, and eagles are all birds.

In the midst of the scramble, the terrifying black telephony has appeared near the bare flagpole. Xu Zi on horseback waved his hand neatly, and the flagpole with a thick bowl mouth collapsed. Immediately after, he pointed at Fang Yanzao with the long black knife, and hundreds of cavalry leveled their lances in unison as if they had a heart in their hearts.

The four-foot lance was like a row of fangs of the demons of hell, devouring everything living in front of it. The minions that stood in the way of the cavalry attack were either picked up by the lance or trampled to death by the horses, and they had no power to fight back. Seeing that the situation was not good, Fang Yanzao did not dare to stay in place and fight hard with the cavalry, so he shouted, turned his horse's head, and joined the ranks of the fugitives. "A hundred deaths without spinning!" When motivating the soldiers, he emphasized countless times. When it was his turn to face death, he found that bravery was not as easy as when he wrote his essay. He thrashed his mount as hard as he could, lest he be stabbed in the back. But the roar of the horse's hooves never left his ears, as if all the enemy troops were chasing him.

The screams of the endangered kept coming, that they were ordinary minions with no mounts to use, who were dying under the enemy's guns, who could not outrun their four-legged horses, and had to accept the fate of being hunted. "Li Mi is dead, kill Li Mi!" In the midst of the screams and moans, someone shouted loudly. Fang Yanzao knew that he was spreading rumors, and Li Mi, the Duke of Pushan, who was in a coma due to his injuries, had already been put in a carriage by him and quietly sent to the rear army led by Hao Xiaode. But he didn't have a chance to stop to refute the rumors, and the enemy could take his life at any moment after sticking to his horse's tail.

Chasing after Fang Yanzao was Li Xu himself and more than a hundred light horsemen, and they could add a transparent hole to Fang Yanzao's body by increasing their speed a little, but no one did that. The cavalry carefully controlled their speed, not letting Fang Yanzao and the others have time to stop and reorganize their soldiers and horses, and also avoiding killing them carelessly. While stabbing and cutting down the exhausted minions, they spread fear and panic deeper into the enemy line with the footsteps of Fang Yanzao and others. Fear and panic are the more lethal weapons, and they are more effective at killing than the lance when it comes to hitting more with less. Many of the Wagang Army's minions were pushed down by their companions because they blocked their companions' escape paths. And countless pairs of big feet stepped over the body of the fallen man, not caring at all about the friendship between each other.

Luo Shixin led another group of cavalry, stirring back and forth in the mixed enemy formation. His attacks did not have a very obvious purpose like Li Xu's troops, but were expanding the results at will. This practice makes the fate of those who encounter it even more brutal, and they are slaughtered almost without hesitation. Some have already dropped their weapons and given up resistance. Luo Shixin's war horse still stepped over their chests, and did not stop for a moment.

In the case of the disparity of the people, there is no room for mercy for the generals, not to mention that Luo Shixin is not a person with a compassionate heart. He slammed left and right, and every time he poked out, one of them would fall over. And after stabbing someone to death, he didn't forget to open his mouth and roar, as if counting how many lives he had taken today.

The rain that had been brewing for several hours finally began to fall, and the sound of lightning and thunder deepened the horror of the battlefield. The red blood was poured by the rain, quickly dissolved, and then merged with the red rain to form a stream, staining the entire surface of the river red. The red surface of the river was surging in the light of lightning and flowing into the distance. In the distance is the once peaceful and prosperous Great Sui River, accompanied by thunder and horse neighing in the wind and rain.

On the entire battlefield, the only one who did not move was the Wagang Inner Army. After several unsuccessful attempts to storm the core of the battlefield and reverse the rout, Cheng Zhijie ordered his brothers to stop the rescue operation. They no longer care about the life and death of others, but form a phalanx and stand on the outside of the battlefield like a rock. "Wagang", another battle flag with the name of this soldier and horse on it was stubbornly raised in mid-air, and no matter how fierce the wind and rain were, it could not be knocked down.

"Blow the horn and ask all battalions of soldiers and horses to move closer to me!" Looking coldly at the killing field in front of him, Cheng Zhijie ordered loudly. This was an absolutely transgressive order, and as the general of a battalion and not the core of command of the entire team, he had no authority at all to command the other armies. And once this order is given, whether it is correct or not, I am afraid that he will not end up with a good result. "Seize power on the verge of battle and disturb the morale of the army!" These eight words were pressed down after being sorted out by people with a heart, which was enough to make him ruined.

"General Cheng!" The flag officer Jia Wenbin reminded in a low voice, and then looked at Xie Yingdeng like a helper. He hoped that the other party could work with him to stop Cheng Zhijie's recklessness. At present, the whole army is defeated, only the inner camp retreats, and afterwards Cheng Zhijie only has merit and no fault. In order to stabilize the rout and forcibly seize command, Cheng Zhijie had no merit afterwards.

"Herald!" Xie Yingdeng, who has always been known for his sanity, was even more disappointed by Jia Wenbin's answer. As if he had seen through the other party's thoughts, the voice lagged behind, and the latter simply snatched the order flag from Jia Yunbin's hand and quickly danced it back and forth in the wind and rain.

"Woo-woo-woo!" The high-pitched sound of the horn suddenly sounded, overpowering all the wind and thunder in the sky. "Wagang!" A volley of lightning slashed through the air, making the large letters on the flag clearer. In order to let everyone see clearly, Cheng Zhijie simply ordered his own soldiers to hook the other two corners of the general flag with a long lance. "Wagang!" The raindrops of beans hit the cyan flag, and the black handwriting was more distinct.

This is the real Wagang Army, and in an instant, both sides of the battlefield seem to have sobered up. Li Gongyi, Meng Rang, Hao Xiaode and others quickly moved to the inner army with the battalions that had been separated from the Chinese army. Those who had lost their backbone and fled in all directions suddenly found their way, crying and rushing towards the strong and safe phalanx.

"Shield!" After replacing the command core that had long ceased to exist, Cheng Zhijie gave the order again. The soldiers standing in the first row of the phalanx quickly took several steps forward, crouched, and erected a huge wooden shield more than a man tall in the mud. The ground is slippery, and it is difficult for the shield to stand upright. They used their bodies to form another bevel that supported the shield.

"Raise your spear!" Cheng Zhijie rode his horse to the front of the shield and raised the lance high. Thousands of hardwood spears were lifted from the ranks and stepped forward, resting directly above their shields. A hedgehog made of hardwood and steel was instantly finalized, and Cheng Zhijie nodded proudly, "Yingdeng, you will command." Pro-soldiers, follow me! ”

No one questioned his orders, and the remaining forty or so cavalry rounded their own army from the flanks and gathered around him in a small diamond-shaped formation. Cheng Zhijie took the group of cavalry and ran forward a few steps, and at the moment when he was about to make contact with the fleeing rout, he suddenly threw out the lance and slammed it to the ground.

"Spread out and assemble after the flanks to the formation. Violators, kill! "This order was addressed to the rushing rout, but apparently to no avail. The few people who fled to the front just shook their heads and quickly ran past the long lance. Twenty more steps will be safe, and the phalanx is close at hand. It's just that they lose the chance to reach their destination forever. An axe whistled through the rain, cutting off the heads of the fleeing people on the spot.

"Click!" A volley of lightning flew into the sky, illuminating Cheng Zhijie's devilish face. Blood was flowing down the axe in his hand, and not far from the horse's feet were several unsightly human heads. "Assemble behind the formation on both sides, violators, kill!" Staring at the red eyes, Cheng Zhijie shouted again. The diamond-shaped array behind him suddenly launched, not attacking the enemy, but attacking sideways at those routs who had no time to stop.

The sword flashed, and dozens of routs were cut down to the ground on the spot. The cavalry pushed sideways for more than twenty paces, then quickly turned around and pushed towards the rout on the other side. All the defeated soldiers were stunned, but they didn't expect General Cheng, who had always laughed, to kill his own people so ruthlessly. They stopped suddenly, and then centered on Cheng Zhijie's long lance, they parted like a torrent, bypassed the phalanx, and fled to the position designated by Jia Wenbin and others.

In the midst of lightning and thunder, Cheng Zhijie carried an axe in one hand and returned to the front of the military formation. His customary lance was stuck in front of him, and no one dared to cross it.

Wu Heimin, who had just woken up from a coma, was supported by several soldiers and ran over, he glanced at Cheng Zhijie with admiration, resolutely shook off his own soldiers, and stood under the opponent's horse.

Zhang Liang also ran with his head scattered, his horse was hacked to death at some point, and there was a big hole in the shoulder of the man, bleeding heavily. "Mi Gong is still alive!" Seeing Cheng Zhijie and Wu Heimin, he said a word. Then he turned around and circled the wings with a few hundred routs.

Niu Jinda, Yang Defang, Zheng Detao and other close generals under Li Mi's command also fled quickly, and when they saw Cheng Zhijie, who was alone in the sky, the anger and panic on their faces instantly turned into admiration. These people are all veterans of the battlefield and know what to do at this time. They stopped their tracks one after another and assisted Cheng Zhijie to disperse and guide the defeated soldiers, so as not to give the enemy more opportunities to take advantage of.

"Kuroko, I'll leave it to you!" Cheng Zhijie looked into the distance and ordered.

Fang Yanzao and others are still on the run, and Li Xu is chasing after him. Farther away, Luo Shixin also abandoned the rout around him, gathered his troops and horses, adjusted the queue, and prepared to start a new round of killing.

Lend me an axe! Wu Heimin stretched out his hand at Cheng Zhijie. The latter handed him the blood-stained short axe in his hand, and then resolutely pulled out the long lance beside him, and led more than forty personal guards to meet the flood of officers and soldiers.

Alcoholic's note: I see that the reader doubts the combat effectiveness of the Wagang Army. According to historical records, the Wagang army was defeated by Zhang Xutuo more than 30 times in a row, and it was only in the last battle that he was murdered. And at that time, it was when Qin Qiong and Luo Shixin were absent. Zhang Xutuo rushed into the siege four times to rescue his subordinates, but died of exhaustion.

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