"Third brother!" Looking at the direction in which Fan Zhongmou disappeared, Liu Dexin let out a miserable cry. He didn't expect that the third brother Fan, who usually looked weak and weak, would take the initiative to beg for death, if he withdrew from the battlefield, with the contribution of the Fan family's fathers to the Tiger Ben Iron Cavalry and the Fan family's power in Youzhou, no one would really cure him for the crime of defeat. Moreover, Fan Zhongmou could not be solely responsible for the mistake of the defeat, and from the very beginning, the entire Youzhou was too optimistic about the situation. They thought that the people of the river would win the grain and obeyed, but the people of the river regarded them as thieves. They thought that all the people left in the six counties of the Boling army were old, weak, sick and disabled, but the other party's combat effectiveness was stronger than that of the Youzhou army. They thought that Li Zhongjian was dead, but Li Zhongjian not only lived well, but also went to Hejian to "bully" a group of juniors regardless of his identity.

The front of the two armies is not a place to reason. There is only victory and defeat here, there is no right or wrong. The offensive of the Boling army only stalled for a moment for Fan Zhongmou's death, and then continued to unfold. The iron-clad front-row foot soldiers widened the distance between them and their companions as they marched, leaving room for the robes behind them. Only the lightly armored foot soldiers quickly poured out of the gaps in the military formation, like spring water breaking through the ice.

It's just that this stream of spring water is red. Each strand must be introduced to the life of Youzhou people. They quickly condensed into blades in front of the heavily armored foot soldiers, and under the leadership of their respective teams, they sharply stabbed into the collapsed formation of the Youzhou people.

"Formation, move closer to me, retreat in formation!" The blood of his companions quickly washed away the sadness in Liu Dexin's eyes. Now is not the time to cry for friends, and if things are allowed to unfold, no one will be able to escape. His father, a veteran of the Tiger Horseman, had told him over and over again that the deadliest people on the battlefield were often fatal blows in the back, and the more cowardly you behaved in the face of powerful enemy forces, the slimmer the chances of surviving.

Most of the soldiers no longer paid attention to Liu Dexin's greeting, but Fan and Liu's personal soldiers resolutely stood by Liu Dexin's side. Their responsibility is to protect the Lord, if the Lord is killed and flees back, not only will he inevitably die in the end, but his parents and brothers will not be able to raise their heads in front of others.

With these few brave people, Liu Dexin hurriedly arranged a phalanx. They did not dare to engage the enemy forces that had killed them, but protected each other and slowly retreated. The two squads of Boling troops rushed forward one after another, and they were all forced to open by the phalanx. When the other Youzhou people who had escaped from the vicinity saw the effect of the phalanx, they immediately stopped and gathered around the phalanx. Under the coordination and command of Liu Dexin, this war group is getting bigger and stronger, like a boulder in the torrent, struggling to maintain its last dignity.

"Grandma's!" Guo Fang, who led the attack, quickly discovered Liu Dexin's location and scolded loudly. He was furious, but he didn't immediately lead someone to attack. Although the opponent's commander was defeated, he was obviously a disciple of a formally trained general. This kind of person's skills are usually not too bad, and he rushed forward rashly, Guo Fang knew that those three-legged cat kung fu that he fought might not have the upper hand.

But he refused to let the fat that had already entered retreat. In the past two years of following Li Xu to rush around, Guo Fang has learned many strategies to break the enemy. He remembered a few of them, just enough to copy them. "Collect the lance, collect the lance!" He raised his horizontal knife and commanded loudly. Then he bent down and picked up a lance from the enemy's corpse.

Hundreds of infantry lances that were discarded by the Youzhou army immediately fell into the hands of the Boling people, and the soldiers with rich combat experience raised their lances diagonally and quickly rushed forward by the height of the soil slope. "Cast!" In the surprised gaze of the enemy army, Guo Fang sneered and ordered. The eight-foot-long lance quickly rose into the air, shattered the air, and smashed heavily into the enemy phalanx.

As a throwing weapon, the lance was obviously not as effective as the lead spear equipped with by the Boling army. However, what Guo Fang is interested in is not the lethality of the lance, but its destructive effect on the retreating enemy. Most of the lances lost their center of gravity after falling into the ranks of Youzhou people, and landed at the feet of the soldiers. A small number hit the target and pinned the hapless Youzhou people to the ground.

The Youzhou soldiers, who completely relied on mutual support with their opponents to grasp the balance, were in chaos. In order not to be chased and hacked to death by the Boling people from behind, they could only retreat backwards. And the lance that landed at his feet just made a tripwire. Thunderbolt, the soldier who had tripped his ankle by the mallet fell in large numbers. Their robes kept their speed back, their boots stomping on the fallen without stopping.

No one wants to be trampled to death. Even the bravest Yan Zhao Nan'er was unwilling. The phalanx that Liu Dexin had worked so hard to organize collapsed in an instant, and the brothers under Guo Fang's command saw the opportunity and shouted to kill the marching array.

"Despicable and shameless!" Liu Dexin scolded. Raise your horizontal sword, ready to fight the rushing Boling soldiers. An even more despicable thing happened in the next moment, Guo Fang, who had succeeded in the trick, picked up a big bow from nowhere, put on a feather arrow, and swished at him one after another.

Liu Dexin knocked off the first feather arrow, turned around and used a horizontal knife to block the killing blow of a Boling pawn. Before he could kill his opponent, a second feathered arrow came to his side. He had to be distracted to dodge, but the second pawn who came to kill him saw the opportunity and swept his knife across his waist.

A famous Youzhou guard blocked the enemy's attack for Liu Dexin at the cost of his life. The Boling pawn, who failed to succeed, immediately jumped away, and his body was as fast as an ape. Liu Dexin, who dodged the sneak attack of the feather arrow, did not gain a firm foothold, and the third horizontal knife and the third feather arrow came at the same time, taking the life of another guard beside him.

The team of Boling soldiers killed Liu Dexin, cooperating with each other, and someone missed the blow and immediately retreated into the protection range of his companions. The robe beside him immediately dodged and attacked, keeping the offensive continuous. From the perspective of personal martial arts cultivation, Liu Dexin and the guards around him are obviously higher than each other. But in terms of cooperation with each other, they are more than a little bit worse than each other.

Just like peeling bamboo shoots, the loyal and brave Youzhou guards fell down with hatred one after another. And the feather arrows that flew to Liu Defang's side and the knife light that slashed towards him were endless. The iron man also had a moment of negligence, just when Liu Dexin was busy dealing with the cold arrow, an infantry lance suddenly stabbed diagonally and went straight to his thigh. The sharp lance easily pierced the shin guards, leaving a transparent hole in his belly.

"Protect the General!" Youzhou's guards stepped forward desperately, holding Liu De, whose face was as white as paper, and fled out of the formation. This time, they no longer bothered to fight and leave, but fought indiscriminately in the rout, whether the opponent was an enemy or a companion who had no time to hide. Many Youzhou soldiers who did not die at the hands of the Boling army were unexpectedly cut down by their own people, fell in a pool of blood, rolling and wailing.

In less than half a pillar of incense, the two generals of the Youzhou Army who were responsible for the frontal defense were killed and wounded.

The morale of the people of Youzhou plummeted. Although a few brave men still tried to use their mantis arms as a chariot, most of the soldiers lost the courage to continue fighting.

They fled like frightened hares in front of the phalanx of the Boling army, lest they would become ghosts under the sword if they fled slowly. The Boling army followed in pursuit, not giving the enemy the slightest chance to breathe. The lightly armored infantry led by Guo Fang had all rushed out from behind the heavy infantry and directly inserted into the middle of the gap caused by the defeat of Youzhou. The weapons in their hands and the armor on their bodies did not look better than the other party, but the attack was like a rainbow, and the blockers were invincible.

The two long columns following the phalanx also began to change, and under the command of the low-level generals, they quickly broke down into small squads, bypassed the heavily armored foot soldiers, and pursued the Youzhou army that had lost its fighting spirit.

Many Youzhou soldiers were stabbed in the back, and the wound was cracked from the shoulder to the waist. Guo Fang stepped on the unfinished bodies of these people and moved forward without any pity in his heart. He needs to ensure that the attack is continuous, and the enemy line has not yet been completely penetrated. Only by cutting down the flag behind the array can the goal of completely disintegrating the opponent's morale be achieved. Once the opponent finds an opportunity to counterattack, the losses of the Boling army will increase exponentially, and even all the gains made in front of them will be lost. Therefore, he did not dare to stop, nor did he dare to have compassion in his heart.

Several Youzhou soldiers who couldn't escape turned back to resist, and Guo Fang slashed over with a knife, and stabbed the opponent's long lance into the air. Without waiting for the other party to exclaim, he slashed with his backhand, from the shoulder blade to the chest. Seeing the red and brilliant blood spurting out along the edge of the knife, dyeing all the scenery in front of him as red as fire. "Here comes the knife!" He shouted, kicking his opponent's corpse and the knife stuck in the bones into the air, slamming into the arms of another outlaw, smashing him to the ground.

Two Boling soldiers rushed forward and slashed the neck of the fallen man with a sword. One of the guards rushed forward, handed his horizontal knife to Guo Fang, and then bowed his head to collect weapons on the corpses of the enemy soldiers. Both the offensive and defensive sides were from the Great Sui Border Army, so the system of weapons was almost the same. Soon, the soldiers collected a large stack of horizontal knives and held them in their arms, ready to provide support to Guo Fang at any time.

Another enemy soldier turned desperately, and a bolt of lightning shot from his sword. Guo Fang jumped away from the pile of corpses, and then kicked up a broken lance, disrupting the other party's vision. Immediately after, he jumped forward quickly, and slashed Huashan with a horizontal knife in midair. The opponent resisted, the weapon was broken, and Guo Fang's horizontal knife turned halfway and slashed into his neck.

Not far away, several Youzhou soldiers who tried to resist saw Guo Fang's fierce and vicious appearance, and they were so frightened that they dropped their weapons and fell to the ground crying.

The sword light swept past in turn, cutting off the cry and life at the same time.

"Here comes the knife!" Guo Fang threw away the horizontal knife that had been cut out of the gap and shouted loudly. He didn't know how many knives he had cut down today, or how many people he had killed. He had completely lost himself in the thrill of killing, and he was drunk with his brothers behind him. At this moment, in their hearts, time has long stopped, and the shouting and killing around them has gradually turned into a very special melody, like military music from ancient times, grandiose, high-pitched, without a trace of sadness and lowness. It is the melody of life and death, and in the mist of human blood, life is like a song, and death is like a song. Those who revel in the melody do not feel fear, do not feel exhaustion, or even feel the pain of a blade slashing into a limb. They screamed, roared, laughed, and mixed their bodies and minds with the melody of the battlefield, causing their enemies to cry, tremble, and beg for mercy before their eyes.

But they do not want to spare any enemy. It was the enemy who broke in while they were not at home, and terrorized their wives and children. It was the enemy who broke down the doors of their homes, toppled the courtyard walls, and set fire to their houses while they were not at home. It was the enemy who took advantage of their absence to take advantage of their food, their possessions, and harvest their crops, making life difficult in the coming year and making hope of happiness come to naught.

All this must be paid for, whether the raiders are plugged out or plugged on. Whether the opponent's surname is Yang, surnamed Li, surnamed Ashina or surnamed Luo!

A Youzhou soldier who had fallen to the ground hugged Guo Fang's legs. "Spare your life!" He cried out, tears rolling down his cheeks and falling into the middle of the pool of crimson blood. He was not begging for mercy for himself, the wounds on his body had already proved that he would soon die. He was for the panicked robes in front of Boling's saber, where there might be his neighbors, friends, or brothers.

Guo Fang quickly bent down and stabbed the blade into the throat of the begger for mercy. At that moment, he regained consciousness and clearly saw the other man's still immature face. That is, seventeen or eighteen years old, the beard has just grown from the top of the lips, and the Adam's apple is not yet obvious.

His hand stopped in mid-air, and his heart began to soften. But just a moment later, the merciless blade fell quickly, severing the veins of the beggers for mercy. "You shouldn't have come!" As if explaining to the other party, and as if telling himself, Guo Fang muttered. Then, raise your head and raise your head to the sky and shout: "Kill them and let them remember today!" ”

"Let them remember today!" The Boling soldiers roared in unison. As long as you hurt the enemy, you can protect yourself. They are all veterans of a hundred battles, and many truths do not need to be taught by others.

The Youzhou queue that was in front of the Boling army completely collapsed. Many people are on the run, but there is no fixed direction. Zhang Jiang, who commanded the heavily loaded foot soldiers, slowly advanced to the flag left by Luo Cheng in the military formation, cut down the flagpole in front of many Youzhou soldiers, took down the flag, and draped it over his shoulders as a cloak. No one dared to come up to stop him, and the people of Youzhou were completely killed, and they would rather accept the humiliation than fight with the Boling army again.

"Array, right front, square advance!" In the next moment, Zhang Jiang, who was draped in the Youzhou battle flag, raised the big knife that had already cut out countless openings, and the tip of the knife was directly aimed at the halfway slope where Luo Cheng was. His orders were brief and slightly vague. But all the heavily armored foot soldiers understood, and under the gaze of the enemy and their own brothers, they turned around in unison, and like a rolling rock, they rumbled towards the flank of the Youzhou cavalry.

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