In the early morning, all kinds of birds in the mountains and forests lit up their melodious songs.

The morning sun shy revealed the clouds, radiating ten thousand rays of light, illuminating the whole world and awakening the heavy dreams of all things.

But this gorgeous and beautiful day did not bring a comfortable and happy mood to Jin Jun. Because, they were defeated, and they were going to retreat in disgrace.

The brief awakening of the servants and their families did not bring any ideas and orders to the Jin army to turn the situation around, but seemed to be nonsense.

After eating and tidying up, Wanyan Jinghui led the troops to drive out and head east along the main road.

Without the momentum and spirit when he first came to attack, Wanyan Jinghui was obviously aware of the low morale.

When he looked back at Gaoqiao Town again in the distance, thinking of the casualties of hundreds of soldiers, he couldn't help but feel sad.

Two streaks of wolf smoke were rising straight from Gaoqiao Town, and Wan Yan Jinghui frowned. Although he did not know the intention of the enemy's signal, he had a faint sense of foreboding.

In the town, the men and horses of the Red Turban Army are gathering in a line, and weapons and ammunition are also loaded and ready to be transported. Amid the neighing of people shouting horses, Meng Jiucheng was calm and calm.

The troops on the periphery should have been in place, and no matter which way the Jin army retreats, they will be greeted with interception and strikes.

And the troops led by Meng Jiucheng will tiptoe in pursuit and besiege the Jin army on the main road. Then, it's time to flank back and forth.

At that time, the main road was also called the official road, and it was naturally called because it was flat and spacious, whether it was a galloping horse or a vehicle traffic, it was unhindered.

But no matter how wide the road is, it still seems narrow for cavalry, especially if you want to charge and kill.

To get around the roadside, ditches, low trees, weeds, and shrubs must not be able to pass quickly, and you cannot ride a horse on flat ground.

Therefore, blocking the Jin army on the longer but narrower official road, there is a blockade in front, there are pursuers in the back, and the cavalry cannot be used, and the fate of destruction is already doomed.

Of course, there will still be some golden soldiers who will flee from the wilderness and mountains and forests, but the defeat of the remnants of the army who escaped in embarrassment is nothing to Meng Jiucheng. And the victory he wants is relatively safe and unquestionable.

And the Jin army obviously didn't know that it was already in the urn, and the speed of the turn was not fast, or the normal marching speed. Because, even if it is a cavalry, the horsepower is limited, and not all of them are galloping.

After less than ten miles on the main road, the Jin army had to stop.

The road ahead was dark, with scattered branches, dirt and stones, and behind the obstacles were more than a dozen board cars blocking the road, and behind the board cars was a strict military formation.

As soon as they approached, the forward Jin soldiers stopped one after another, although this roadblock was shabby, but it stretched for a mile, and if you want to cross the horse, you can't.

Moreover, on the opposite side of the barricade was a crowd of black presses, but the outfit was a red turban army, with shining guns and knives, and they were waiting for it.

Wanyan Jinghui urged the horse to catch up, and his heart couldn't help but sink.

Looking at the opponent's formation, it was not hastily arranged, it was obviously prepared for a long time and ready for battle.

Is it retreat, is it war? After Yan Jinghui's brief observation, he decided to make an impact, after all, the people on the opposite side seemed to be only one or two thousand, which was about the same as his own.

At the order, the Jin soldiers dismounted, and some of them acted as vanguards, leaving their horses to be guarded by others, and they pushed forward from both sides of the official road through weeds and shrubs.

It's just that Jin Bing had just walked two or three hundred meters, and a roar sounded from the slopes on both sides of the official road.

"There is an ambush ......"

With a terrible shout, there was the roar of pine cannons, and under the glow of the glittering fire, countless soldiers of the Red Turban Army suddenly stood up from the trees and weeds on the slope and shot crossbow arrows at the golden soldiers.

Immediately, there was a chaos of people shouting and neighing, and one by one the golden soldiers fell. In the white smoke that rose from the air, the pine cannon fired fiercely at the golden soldiers. More golden soldiers fell to the ground, screaming, neighing, resounding.

"Press up, rush up." Wanyan Jinghui couldn't tolerate the advance being pushed back like this, he hissed and gave the order, and sent more soldiers to attack the enemy on the slope.

After the bombardment of dozens of pine cannons, the soldiers of the Red Turban Army and the Jin soldiers who rushed up fought in the weeds and woods.

More and more golden soldiers rushed to the rudimentary barricades and began to clear them, pushing the stones away and throwing the branches and broken logs to the side of the road.

Facing the fighting on the slopes on both sides, and facing the continuous clearance and advancement of the Jin army, the military formation blocking the road was as immobile as a mountain.

After fighting with the Jin army for a while, the Red Turban Army on the slope slowly retreated and formed a formation under the cover of trees and weeds, blocking the Jin Army's attempt to detour to the main formation from the side.

Wanyan Jinghui frowned, a little shaken.

However, the enemy's choice of the blocking point was very tricky, and if he chose a detour, he would have to retreat five or six miles before there was a fork in the road, which still pointed to the southeast.

Breaking through the enemy's blockade, the Jin army could not only continue to the east along the official road, but also go north along a fork in the road, and the men and horses who finished Yan's false arguments were getting closer and closer.

Will the enemies of Takahashi not chase? Suddenly thinking of this, Wan Yan Jinghui shook off a trace of wavering in his heart, ordered to speed up the speed, and ordered the guards to strengthen their vigilance.

There is a lot of strength in numbers, and the rudimentary barricades are constantly being removed, and the roads that can charge the horses are getting wider and wider.

There were still twenty or thirty meters left, and Wan Yan Jinghui clenched his fists and couldn't help but get nervous.

Tong, Tong, Tong...... A continuous muffled sound suddenly sounded from behind the Red Turban Army's formation, and the black-pressed gunpowder bullets smashed down on the head and face.

Wanyan Jinghui's pupils narrowed suddenly, it was this kind of weapon, he had already been taught in Gaoqiao Town, but there was no way to restrain it.

Explosions rang out one after another, falling on the official road and among the golden soldiers. The wreckers, the archers, and the shieldmen were all shrouded in fire and smoke.

"Ahh

Blood flowers are blooming, people, horses, on this two or three hundred meters long official road, Jin Bing was blinded by this sudden attack.

The smoke slowly cleared, and the corpses of men and horses could be seen everywhere, as well as the wounded who groaned and wailed in pain, and the golden soldiers who were looking for a hiding place in panic.

A Jin Army officer half-knelt on the ground, looking down at his chest with a look of disbelief. He tried hard to cover the wound, but the hot blood continued to overflow from his fingers, and it was useless to cover it.

"Charge! Charge! After Yan Jinghui roared loudly, he also had a little experience, and he knew that there was a lot of time between the launch of this weapon of the enemy.

The Jin army, who was already in armor and ready to clear the obstacle and then attacked, broke out with a cry and rushed forward violently after being slightly stunned.

Behind the barricades, more than a dozen gun trucks lifted off the baffles, the muzzles of the black holes pointed forward, and the gunners raised their torches, ready to fire and bombard.

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