Chapter 1 Home and Country (3)

"Blow the horn, blow the horn and order the horse army to move closer to the handsome banner! Do not escape, otherwise the military law will never forgive!" Seeing his own cavalry turn around and flee for his life, the commander of the Eastern Army, the general of the Northern Han Dynasty, and the Zhenji Jiedu, Zhang Yuanheng was so angry that he roared loudly in a dumb voice. Ｅ┡．

"Woo, woo, woo......" The horn sound is more urgent than the other, and the sound is more desolate than the other. However, it could not arouse the courage of the Hedong cavalry to continue fighting.

Regarding Liu Chong's move to pay tribute to the Liao State immediately after becoming emperor, the big guy didn't agree with it. Now that he has encountered a strong enemy that is impossible to win, every Hedong cavalry lacks desperate motivation and ** in his heart.

"Come back, call them back. I have a roster in my hand, and they will inevitably die if they flee back!" After not getting a response from his own cavalry, Zhang Yuanheng became more and more angry, raised his horizontal knife inlaid with gems, and waved it vigorously.

"Woo, woo, woo......" The horn sound was endless, and there was helplessness in the anxiety. When it reached the ears of the Hedong cavalry, it did not play any role other than to make them escape faster.

"Be louder, you haven't eaten. Give it to me, keep blowing ......it for me," Zhang Yuanheng completely lost his mind, snatched a horn from his hand, and raised it to his mouth.

"General, general......" A general ran forward angrily and snatched the painting corner from him, "Don't worry about the horse army, Zheng Ziming, Zheng Ziming is chasing after you!"

"Ahh Turning his head to look, he saw that his own foot soldiers were like wheat, cut down by the Cangzhou army one by one. And the killing god who made Ma Jun's soul fly was rushing towards him by stepping on the corpses of the Hedong clan.

"Form a formation, tell the brethren to form a spear formation. Otherwise, everyone will have to die here!" another experienced Hedong veteran ran forward and pulled the reins of Zhang Yuanheng's war horse to remind.

"Form a formation, a gun formation, a personal guard battalion, and give Lao Tzu a gun formation. Zhang Bin, you take the guard battalion to Lao Tzu and come forward to form a gun formation! The time has come for you to use your life!" Zhang Yuanheng suddenly woke up and directly put his last life-saving blood into the battlefield.

"Follow me from the guard battalion!" Zhang Bin, the commander of the guard battalion, glanced at his commander with contempt, turned around, and walked towards the enemy with his spear.

He is Zhang Yuanheng's brother Zhang Yuanhui's descendant, and he has received a lot of favors from the Zhang family over the years. At the moment of life and death, even if you feel wronged in your heart, you have no other choice.

The soldiers silently dropped the painting corner, grabbed the spear, and followed behind Zhang Bin. Like the former, they are also the objects of Zhang Jiaping's efforts to cultivate and win over, and at critical moments, they can only repay them with death.

"Wu Qi, Liu Jiang, the two of you lead people to form a formation behind Zhang Bin. ”

"He Keda, Li Feng, you two lead people to follow behind Wu Qi. ”

"Liu Fangyu, Zhou Jun, you two ......"

"Chen Shuheng, Yang Ding......"

Zhang Yuanheng made persistent efforts and named the generals around him one by one. He no longer wants victory, he just wants to be able to withstand this round of enemy attacks, and then find a way to get out.

If the pro-soldier battalion can't be stopped, there is also a sharp battalion. If the Ruishi battalion can't be stopped, there is also the Fuhu battalion. If the Fuhu battalion can't stop it, there is still ....... He still has a lot of soldiers under his command, and he is desperate to fill it with corpses, which can also make his opponents sleepy.

The pro-battalion was indeed very brave, and the others who were pointed to the head of the battalion were indeed trying to construct a gun formation, although their movements were a little slower. If the Cangzhou cavalry collided headlong regardless of it......

In the next moment, Zhang Yuanheng almost saw the hope of saving Tianhe. However, the first to rush up was not the Cangzhou army on horseback, but the recruits under his own command.

"Spare your life——!" "Spare your life——! The recruits who had just been forcibly conscripted into the army not long ago cried and shouted, with empty hands, and fled for their lives in a hurry, forming a huge crowd in front of the war horses of the Cangzhou army.

"Bypass, bypass, bypass to both sides!" Looking at the rout soldiers surging like a tide, the commander of the pro-barracks made Zhang Bin sweat profusely. He kept swinging his spear, shouting loudly, and ordering the opponent not to storm his own military formation.

However, at this moment, how could the defeated soldiers stop and identify the direction? How could they follow anyone's persuasion? Flee as quickly as possible! Get rid of the chase of the war horses and escape from this Shura hell. No matter who dares to stop him, they will fight with him.

The spear, pointed diagonally at the height of the horse's head, was far above the height of the rout, and posed no threat to them. was pushed hard by them, and they staggered. The spear-wielding soldiers stood up and tried to block it, but they were also violently pushed by the routs who were several times their size, and either fell to the ground and were trampled on countless pairs of big feet, or staggered and turned around. It was only two or three snaps of fingers before and after, and the gun array formed by the pro-military battalion with a mortal heart had disappeared. The commander Zhang Bin and dozens of other most loyal soldiers of the Zhang family were trampled to death on the spot. Most of the other pro-soldiers completely blended into the crowd, and were wrapped in the rout of the army, and pounced on the sharp battalion that had just stood in formation.

"Boom!" as if the waves had hit the sand sculpture, and in an instant, the Ruishi Battalion disappeared. And the remnants of the crowd fleeing for their lives were not exhausted, and they continued to shoot the Fuhu Battalion, the Rock Battalion, the Xuanfeng Battalion, and the ...... trapping camp. One by one, the flags fell, and one team after another disappeared. pinned all Zhang Yuanheng's hopes on the defense line, and before he could make contact with the Cangzhou soldiers, he was rushed to collapse by his own rout. A small number of soldiers who were too slow to respond were trampled into meat sauce, and most of them were forced to join the rout team and continue to act as the "pioneer" of the Cangzhou army.

"Fight to the death, turn around, fight to the death for Lao Tzu!" Zhang Yuanheng said in a hoarse voice, wielding a knife to cut down several routs who were running too fast, and shouted loudly.

Like frightened ants, several routed soldiers turned sideways to bypass Zhang Yuanheng's attack range. Then continue to run without stopping.

More rout soldiers rushed over, pushing the war horse under Zhang Yuanheng's crotch to join the escape team. No matter how angry they scolded, threatened, or even slashed with a knife, it didn't help.

The number of routs is too large, hack one to death, and another will make up for it. Compared with the Cangzhou cavalry chasing behind them, Zhang Yuanheng's threat was completely negligible to them. Although in the blink of an eye, there were already seven or eight more robes cut down by this person on the side of the war horse.

"Turn around and kill, kill, kill. Lao Tzu can't wait for you!!" Zhang Yuanheng's shout quickly brought a crying tone. Red blood mixed with tears trickled down his haggard face.

It's too wretched, this battle is too wretched. He was pressed and beaten from the start, with no chance to fight back, no strength to resist, no time to adjust the deployment. He didn't even have a chance to rush forward and fight desperately, and he was pushed by his own rout and fled. Once the true situation of this battle is transmitted back to Taiyuan, not only himself, but also his brother and Ma Bujun, who commanded Zhang Yuanhui, will be swept to the end, and there will be no chance of recovery.

"There are only ...... who died in battle in the Han Kingdom" Thinking of the tragic fate after the defeat, Zhang Yuanheng suddenly raised his horizontal knife and choked his throat. The shame of blood can only be washed away with blood. hopes that the news of his unyielding death will reach the ears of the emperor, so that his brother and the Zhang family in Taiyuan will be less implicated.

"Dang Chang!" a black light suddenly flew in from a distance, smashing the horizontal knife in his hand directly into two pieces. Immediately after, the angry rebuke penetrated the cries of the rout, piercing his heart, "Waste, you want to die and wait to die when you go back, don't mess with our army's heart!"