The remnants of the wall do not give birth to a single grass or tree, the horn thunders and thunders, how timid is the dry wind, the Gobi does not have the handsome green mountains, the bones cannot be buried, the snow and frost cannot be piled up, everything comes and goes, it is always treated with the most naked side.

At the moment when the two hundred soldiers of the Yan army fell on the fire oil, Yan Qing's fire head arrow came as promised, and a wall of fire several feet high was built between the two armies in an instant, and the red-eyed leader of the Xu Bei side could not hear the command of the war drums at all, and rushed towards the wall of fire angrily.

War horses are always beasts, and their primitive blood has the instinct to fear the source of fire, and some well-trained war horses can barely overcome this fear, so there is a situation that is extremely cruel to the Weaving Jiaguo, some horses rush through the wall of fire quickly, and some horses stop timidly after approaching the wall of fire, but they are hit by the teammates behind them, and instantly the wild temperament becomes agitated, so that Xubei's team is chaotic in the blink of an eye, and he himself as the king of the Zhijia Kingdom and the commander of the battle can neither retreat, You have to find a way to stop your subordinates from calming down, and frantically give orders to the war drummers: "Everyone stop attacking!" ”

Under the order of Xu Bei, the drummers of the Zhijia country continued to beat the drums and beat the soldiers to retreat, and the fierce charge for a short time was instantly transformed into the collection of troops, resulting in a large-scale stampede accident, coupled with the leading effect of some tribal leaders, many people couldn't tell how to act, for a time the Zhijia country was in chaos before the battle, and from time to time there were leaders or soldiers who rushed through the wall of fire, but they didn't expect to usher in a more terrifying scene, the sky was full of bows and arrows paved down, and there was no possibility of resisting.

"Brethren! Let me shoot, shoot as far as I can, shoot as far as I can, shoot all the arrows, and we'll go home! Yan Gui stood in front of the Yan army and kept repeating these words, all the soldiers with bows and arrows kept firing arrows in front, bows and arrows as the most popular weapons, butchers used it for hunting, and gentlemen learned it as one of the six arts, everyone can use it handy, but there is a distinction between far and near.

"Whew!" I don't know whose sharp arrow it was, it slipped off the bow and flew towards Yan Gui, was grabbed by him, turned around and scolded, "You guys shoot me on time!" Hurry up, hurry up! ”

All the leaders, warriors or ordinary soldiers of the Zhijia Kingdom who broke out of the wall of fire died almost instantly under the sharp arrows, and those with a little martial arts would also die under the arrows sent by Yan Qing alone, or were trampled by the war horses that appeared in the rear, or even died in the flames, but no one flinched, which can be described as heroic.

On the battlefield, thick smoke billowed out, under the command of Xu Bei, the army of Zhijia Kingdom gradually returned to normal order, but the soldiers had already suffered countless casualties, Xu Bei stared at the flames in front of him, his face was hideous, his eyes had already been bloodshot to bright red, and his lips were the wounds left by his shame and bared teeth, which were slowly flowing blood.

"King, do you want to bypass the flame attack," the warrior beside Xu Bei reminded.

"Retreat~" Xu Bei said in a dull voice.

"What? The king of us..."

"I said retreat!" Xu Bei yelled, and then lowered his tone, "Send all the wounded back for treatment~"

"Yan Gui! Yan Gui! "Xu Bei roared Yan Gui's name in a low voice, he hated himself for not being decisive enough because he was afraid, and hated himself for being too impulsive and losing the rules, 'Yan Gui~ There is no next time!' Through the flames, Xu Bei carved the scene of Yan Jun's cheers in his heart.

"Oooo Win! Win! ”

"Yan Gui! Yan Gui! Yan Gui! ”

The Yan army kept shouting of victory, which was the heartfelt cry of this soldier, because Yan Qing felt the blood and glory of the battlefield, felt the joy of victory, and felt the pleasure of crushing the opponent, but they did not feel the danger and cruelty of war, maybe one day in the future, this is the most cruel side for them.

"Good! Pass my military orders, restore formation, and go home with me! On the way to retreat, Yan Gui asked the generals around him to raise the banner higher, and the soldiers sang triumphant songs, long forgetting the dryness and scorching heat of the Gobi, and the victory of the war was the best reward for the aggrieved life of the past few days.

But for Yan Gui, this battle made him feel cold, he understood that he could get this victory, 'luck' accounted for a large proportion, in the future battle, the calm and calm Xu Bei will not be easily fooled again, and the enemy's soldiers are fighting, almost like fierce beasts, not afraid at all, even if they are crushed, there is no retreat.

"The ferocious wolves, coupled with a calm wolf king with great wisdom, can really devour everything!" Yan Gui muttered to himself.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?" Yan Qing rode on the horse, couldn't close her mouth when she smiled, and kept clashing fists and high-fives with the soldiers around her, and the revenge of the last defeat in the hands of Xu Bei was half avenged.

"Nope!" Yan Guibai glanced at Yan Qing, and didn't want to say something unsatisfactory when everyone was excited, "Go and let everyone lead the team, tonight before the temperature drops, we must withdraw fifteen miles!" ”

"Yes!" Yan Qing rode his horse and galloped around the army, urging the commander and the commander to manage the army well, and the soldiers were secretly happy that they could follow such a marshal, and they were more conscious of obeying orders.

At the temporary camp of the Yan army, Mo Wei was sitting on a huge rock looking into the distance, "Hey~ I told my brother that I had joined the army to fight, but I ended up cooking for people everywhere, and I didn't have the face to go back!" Well? Coming back? ”

Suddenly, Mo Ge stood up, looked at a black dot in the distance, squinted his eyes and carefully observed, "The flag is the word 'Yan'!" It's really back! I've got to get back to help! After that, Mo Bu hurriedly got off the rocks and ran to the room.

"Win! Win! I see them coming back! Mo Wei ran to the gang and shouted as he ran, and the men who passed by cheered when they heard the news.

"Hurry up, everyone, our soldiers will have to replenish their strength later, General Yan is really a god~" The captain stood on a wooden stake and commanded everyone, although he was not as tall as he was with a wooden stake...

Plug down the east to come to the scenery is different, push the cup to change the lamp to celebrate more than a year, toasting after the war is always inevitable, although it is the cold winter season, but tonight's soldiers who will care about these, everyone gulps wine and eats meat beautifully.

For the Huotou Army, tonight is also the busiest time, everyone in the room is constantly supplying food and wine to the soldiers, so there will always be people who will get drunk, and the Son of Heaven still avoids drunks, let alone a group of drunks who have just won the battle and are arrogant.

"Can't you even fucking pour a drink?" A soldier slapped a firehead soldier in the face, "It's really a waste, no wonder it's a waste to deliver food at this end, it's like we followed Yan Shuai to the mountains... Hiccup~"

The beaten guy was really Han Qing, although Yan Gui let her stop working, but she still couldn't help but run to the gang room, she could help whatever she could, but the pace of the gang room was too fast, and she couldn't keep up all of a sudden, so she wanted to help serve the wine, but was stopped by a few drunk soldiers to pour the wine, but she struggled to take the large vat of wine jugs, how could she pour the wine, which annoyed several soldiers at once.

"Yes... I'm sorry! Han Qing covered her face, tears were about to fall.

"!" The soldier shouted impatiently and drank to himself.

Yan Qing was just about to turn around and leave, when a hand grabbed her arm.

"Huh? Brother Yang~" Han Qing turned his head to look, Yang Zongsheng was grabbing his arm, staring indifferently at the drunk who had just beaten Yan Qing.

"You! Apologize~" Yang Zongsheng gently grabbed Yan Qing's hand with one hand and dragged a wine vat with the other, that's right! It's a wine vat, a half-man-high wide-bellied vat...