The king of Southern Xinjiang has lived for such a long time, and has experienced countless big battles and small battles, knowing that the withdrawal of the army at this time will undoubtedly lead to defeat. If the Northern Jin Dynasty sent troops to chase after it, there would be a danger that the entire army would be annihilated.

"Pass the order down, and the whole camp will be under martial law." In case it is the retreat plan of the Northern Jin Dynasty and he retreats, will he suffer from the enemy?

The king of Southern Xinjiang was worried about the royal court, and he was afraid that the soldiers and horses of the Northern Jin Dynasty would take the opportunity to rob the camp and walk around in the big tent.

His Royal Highness the King of Chu, Nangong Hao, since Jiang Ziyan and the others left, followed a heart to southern Xinjiang, and finally suffered until dark, so he sent Xia Yang with a team of soldiers to monitor the movements of the camp in southern Xinjiang.

At midnight, the camp in southern Xinjiang was as calm as ever, and even the daily bonfires were burning as usual.

At dinner, the generals received an order to prepare the soldiers and horses, and waited for the king of Chu to give an order, and the horses set foot on the southern Xinjiang joint camp.

The generals at all levels in southern Xinjiang are also sitting on pins and needles, everyone knows that the king has sent a letter, but the content of the letter has not been seen, and the king has not announced it, it must not be good news, otherwise why hide it.

Nangong Hao walked out of the Tibetan military house: "Xia Yang." Ordered to send troops! ”

At the opening of the gate, the cavalry rushed out first, and when they reached the pass, ten war horses were connected together to form a cavalry phalanx, rushing towards the southern Xinjiang camp.

After the cavalry left, Nangong Hao appeared in front of the pass on horseback and led the infantry towards the right flank of the southern Xinjiang camp.

The shouts of the cavalry resounded in the sky, tearing the night apart, and the king of Nanjiang walked out of the tent, brandished the ghost-headed broadsword and got on the war horse, what should come is always coming.

"Let the soldiers and horses rush out!" The king of Nanjiang seems to have been waiting for this moment for a long time.

This battle is lucky not to die, and those old and young people in the royal court will not let him continue to sit on the throne of the king, it seems that God is going to accept him.

"Your Majesty, where shall we go when we rush out?" A general came over and asked.

Now with the soldiers and horses directly withdraw to the royal court, if the soldiers and horses of the Northern Jin Dynasty chase after them, they will definitely lead the wolf into the room, and the royal court will be finished.

If you don't go back to the royal court, where can you go?

"Go back to the royal court and swear to live and die with the royal court!" If you die, you must die in the royal court. Although the king of southern Xinjiang is old, Yu Wei is still there.

The general rushed to the concept that the soldiers should obey numerology as their duty, and in response, he ordered the soldiers to open the camp gate and rush out.

"Archer!" The generals of the Northern Jin Dynasty who were guarding the gate of the camp shouted loudly. He has always been carrying this heart, and he stayed here early, just to prevent the king of southern Xinjiang from leading his troops to escape.

A group of southern Xinjiang soldiers rushed out of the gate, and they were greeted by an oncoming rain of arrows.

In the camp, the king of Nanjiang rushed to the door with a team of soldiers, and when he saw that the soldiers in front of him had fallen, he waved the ghost-headed sword in his hand and shouted: "If you want to live, rush with me!" ”

Seeing that the cavalry phalanx of the Northern Jin Dynasty was about to arrive, the archers of the Northern Jin Dynasty withdrew to the side, and they couldn't let their iron cavalry be trampled to rot.

The king of Southern Xinjiang thought that he had scared away the archers, so he immediately looked up to the sky and laughed: "The men of the Northern Jin Dynasty are nothing more than that. Kill !!" The king of southern Xinjiang was full of pride for a while, and rushed out with a sword.

Coming on, it was the cavalry phalanx of the Northern Jin Dynasty, and the sound of horses' hooves was like the beating of a heavenly drum, which shook people's eardrums.

Seeing that the big thing was not good, the king of Nanjiang turned his horse's head and headed towards the left flank, avoiding the edge of the horse team.

In the camp, Nangong Hao had already led his troops to surround him, and the soldiers of Southern Xinjiang saw that the king had gone to the left wing, so they followed in a swarm, bypassing the iron cavalry phalanx of the Northern Jin Dynasty, and running in the direction of the Southern Xinjiang Royal Court.

The cavalry phalanx of the Northern Jin Dynasty rushed into the camp, and the southern Xinjiang soldiers who did not have time to run out of the camp all died under the horse's hooves.

The discarded tent and the mess in front of the king of southern Xinjiang can see how embarrassed the king of southern Xinjiang is when he runs.

"Lord Wang." Xia Yang followed behind Nangong Hao with a team of guards.

"Burn all the tents here." Nangong Hao ordered Xia Yang.

These tents are useless to keep, it is better to burn them down.

The king of southern Xinjiang took the remnants with him, panicked like a fish that had slipped through the net, and ran out not long ago, when he saw the fire in the camp. The king of southern Xinjiang sighed, the general trend has gone, and he only hopes that there will be no major events in the royal court.

"What are the people in the back doing?" Just when the king of Southern Xinjiang was heartbroken for the lost camp materials, a general on the side was complaining: "Why did the cavalry of the Northern Jin Dynasty catch up so quickly?" ”

The king of southern Xinjiang turned around sharply and glanced at the general.

The king of Southern Xinjiang was already murderous, and this vicious glance made the general's unspoken complaint rot in his stomach. Looking at the king's posture, if he said it again, the king could kill him first.

"Let's go!" The king of southern Xinjiang swung the ghost-headed broadsword in his hand forward.

"Everyone, chase it! Go to the royal court of southern Xinjiang for breakfast! The general of the cavalry phalanx of the Northern Jin Dynasty shouted loudly.

Usually I want to kill the king of southern Xinjiang, but I am worried that the people of southern Xinjiang will intercept him on the road, but now there is the king of southern Xinjiang to open the way, and if I don't kill the royal court, it seems that I can't live with the king of southern Xinjiang.

Nangong Hao annihilated the southern Xinjiang generals who had time to escape from the camp in the future, burned the southern Xinjiang camp, and then rushed over with his troops.

Nangong Hao's whole person was stained with blood at this time, and when he glanced at the royal flag of the king of Nanjiang in the distance, Nangong Hao pointed the blood-dripping sword forward, and ordered loudly: "Give me chase!! ”

Nangong Hao's voice was hoarse, and the voice that shouted out was already indistinct, and the officers and soldiers of the Northern Jin Dynasty only knew that His Royal Highness the King of Chu was waving his sword and speaking, and no one could hear what he said clearly. However, at this time, everyone understood what His Royal Highness the King of Chu was going to do, so the speed of the army rushing forward accelerated again, and the cavalry held weapons in their hands, and shouted loudly at the same time: "Kill!! ”

Suddenly, a spear team blocked between the cavalry of the Northern Jin Dynasty and the soldiers and horses of Southern Xinjiang, it was the iron-blooded team in front of the king of Southern Xinjiang, who specialized in protecting the king of Southern Xinjiang, and now a team was divided, ready to delay the pace of the Northern Jin army with his life, and buy time for the king of Southern Xinjiang to escape.

The running horses and men collided with the tips of the guns, the sound of people shouting and neighing sounded again, and the fight of life and death was once again staged in the cold night of the fire.

Before the soldiers and horses behind the Northern Jin Dynasty arrived, all the people of the Southern Xinjiang Iron and Blood Guard died under the war horses of the Northern Jin Dynasty.

Everyone stopped for a while, carried the corpses of the dead Northern Jin soldiers to the side of the road, and urged the horses to chase forward.

The men of the Southern Xinjiang Iron Blood Brigade who fell to the ground were trampled into pulp by the soldiers and horses who came from behind, stained the soles of the soldiers' shoes, and carried them everywhere.

"Chase the king of southern Xinjiang," Nangong Hao pulled his throat and said to Xia Yang beside him: "I can't let this old turtle king bastard run away." ”

Xia Yang received the order and instructed the guards behind him: "Pass the order, don't let the king of Southern Xinjiang escape." ”

The king flag of the king of southern Xinjiang has always been in front, and everyone is sure that the king of southern Xinjiang must be under the royal flag, so they go towards the banner of the king of southern Xinjiang.

At dawn, the king of Nanjiang rushed back to the royal court with the remnants of the defeated army.

The guards of the royal court who were surrounding the woods saw the king of southern Xinjiang returning with his troops, and the captain greeted him.

How can you look at the king as if he has won a battle, but he looks even more embarrassed than himself.

Some time ago, a lot of food, weapons, and a lot of daily necessities were brought back, and these were all materials that were urgently needed in southern Xinjiang.

In the past, every time the Southern Xinjiang and the Northern Jin Dynasty went to war, they would grab back a lot of supplies, and then sing the victory song, beat the victory drum, the king returned triumphantly with the soldiers who went out to fight, and the people of the royal court welcomed him, how majestic and glorious it was.

Once upon a time, this kind of glory was the exclusive domain of the king, and without the king, who else in southern Xinjiang could lead them to fight and kill the enemy and snatch things.

Looking at the king's gloomy face that can wring out water, and a big cake face is full of hideousness, as if he was angry outside, and came to the house to smash bottles and cans of scum.

The captain of the guard shuddered for no reason, what kind of rhythm is this? Don't let the king make fun of himself.

The king of southern Xinjiang saw that there was green smoke coming from the royal court, and he didn't need to say that the chief of the guard said that he already knew that the royal court was now gone.

This kind of behavior of being beaten outside, wanting to flee to the house and licking the wounds, is no longer like a man, but when he sees that his home has been destroyed, isn't this a lost dog?

Now that the king of Southern Xinjiang has been cornered, he turned his horse's head and pointed to the soldiers who were running behind him: "The Northern Jin Dynasty has destroyed our homeland, brothers, we fought with him!! ”

The chief of the guard slandered on the side, how could he sound like a bit of a scoundrel, obviously he came to the door to provoke, and was beaten back, and now he complains that his home was destroyed.

If it's fair to say, it's well deserved! See if you don't do it in the future.