"Sorry, it's late." Jia Yan finally rushed over, and rows of large shields smashed to the ground and erected on the road where the Qin army retreated, separating the main force of the Qiang army and the Qin army.

"If you don't come again, you'll have to collect my body." Storm Luan panted and said, he was over half a hundred years old, and he was naturally not as good as Qiang, a young man in his twenties, in terms of staying power.

At the beginning, he could suppress it with rich experience, but after a long time, the routine was exhausted, and he began to be counterpressed by the Qiang fistula.

If the Zhao army was a quarter of an hour late, Storm Luan would have planned to retreat, and if he continued to insist, the Korean army's casualty rate would skyrocket, but fortunately, the Zhao army arrived in time.

"The Qin army is a little difficult, and it took a lot of strength to kill it." Jia Yan said. He originally planned to go in a straight line to support the Han army, but halfway through, he found that the Han army was so ruthless, and the cavalry of Longxi was not left behind, so he immediately changed his attention, detoured to the rear of the cavalry, and planned to unite with the Han army to leave all the 3,000 cavalry of the Qin State here.

"Anyway...... Your legion...... It's a bit strong. Jia Yan glanced at Han Jun, his gaze a little solemn.

I thought it was a third-rate garbage legion, but I didn't expect it to be a top-level legion. Not to mention the crossbowmen in the entire Zhao State, even all the infantry legions, they could not find a team that could fight with the cavalry for so long and suffered such small casualties.

He had helped South Korea train cavalry before, and he had been in Xinzheng for more than a year, and he didn't know that South Korea still had such a legion hidden.

"I still think you Zhao Junqiang are strong, why don't we change them?" Storm Luan rolled his eyes, Jia Yan was purely the best psychology that he didn't have.

Except for his father, there is no general in the world who wants to lead such a legion.

"I'm just a deputy general, not qualified." Jia Yan shook his head and ordered the Zhao armies on both sides to move forward.

"Rush forward, don't look back." Qiang's blow repelled Storm Luan, and the surrounding Korean troops couldn't dodge and were all killed.

Qiang Meng clamped the horse's belly, and the treasure horse under the crotch quickly rushed forward. In the face of this desperate situation, it is impossible to retreat, only to rush forward.

The cyan brilliance bloomed from the Longxi cavalry, and the speed was stimulated to the extreme in an instant, and the Zhao army frantically rushed up from both sides, blocking the way of the Qin army with a large shield.

The soldiers on both sides continued to fall, and not one of them retreated.

"Retreat." Storm Luan beckoned the Han army to retreat, leaving the battlefield to the Qin and Zhao armies. The South Korean army's ability to save life is strong, but it also has a limit, there is no room to dodge on this incomparably chaotic battlefield, and the South Korean army continues to stay only a dead word, it is better to hide behind and release cold arrows, at least it can play a role in interference.

In the face of the dense rain of arrows shooting around, Qiang didn't even look at it, with the attack power of the Korean army, unless he hit the eye and other vital points, it would not have much impact if he stood still and let them shoot.

"It's over! It's all over! The moment Wang Di saw Han Jun's move, his heart was cold, and he knew that he had lost the bet.

Unlike Qiang, Wang Yi had heard that there was a strange army in Korea with a strong ability to save life, but he had never encountered it, but he didn't expect that even cavalry could fight against it.

After all, the cavalry rarely appeared on the frontal battlefield before, and they had not fought with the Storm Kite Guards, and it may be that the soldiers who fought were all killed in the Battle of Changping, and Wang Yi lacked enough experience in this regard.

If he is given enough time, he may be able to come up with a solution, but the battlefield is changing rapidly, and it is too late to think.

"Suffer death!" Lecheng seized the opportunity, and the heavy horse lance set off a violent flame in mid-air and crushed towards Wang Di, the broken armor stomach and the huge horse's head flew out sideways, and blood splattered Lecheng's body, setting it off like a demon god.

A cold sweat broke out behind Wang Di's back, if he had reacted a little slower just now, it would not be the horse's head that flew out, but his head.

On the bank of Luoshui, tens of thousands of soldiers fought together, the elite of the Qin State, the elite of the Three Jin Dynasty, and the Zhou army who went out of the city to face the battle, every moment someone fell, and the blood gathered together to form a new stream, which flowed into the Luoshui and dyed the Luoshui red.

The smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger, and the war clouds turned red at some point, like a boundless sea of blood tumbling and colliding in the sky.

The Three Jin Dynasty became more and more courageous, no matter how the Qin army resisted, even if Wang Di was personally trapped, he could not recover the trend of defeat and retreat.

"Withdraw!" Wang Ji waved his hand to kill a Zhao soldier, snatched his war horse, roared unwillingly, turned around and fled to the rear.

"Chase!" Le Cheng did not hesitate, and immediately led the Zhao army to chase after the Qin army. The defeat was like a mountain, and the moment Wang Di turned around, the will of the Qin army, which was still stubbornly resisting, completely collapsed, and they all turned around and began to flee.

The entire battlefield was transformed from meat grinders on both sides into a one-sided slaughterhouse.

"Poof!" An arrow pierced through his chest, and Wang Di's body shook a little. In a melee at this level, personal force seems so small, even if it is a powerhouse in the transcendent realm, there is a possibility that he will be killed by ordinary pawns.

Wang Yi looked down at the arrow feather that was still trembling in his chest, gritted his teeth, broke the arrow shaft with a roar, grabbed it with all his might, forcibly pulled the arrow out of his body, threw it aside, sealed the wound with internal qi, and continued to charge forward.

"The Qin army has been defeated, surrender and avoid death." Le Cheng shouted loudly, and all Zhao Jun shouted. The Qin army fled in front, and the Sanjin pursued in the rear, and the whole battlefield was in chaos.

"General, General Yang Xiong sent me to tell you that he has lined up on the opposite bank, you just need to cross the river, and leave the rest to him." A herald came out of the crowd, found Wang Di, and said quickly.

"Okay." Wang Yu nodded, and quickly led the remnants of the army across Luoshui. Lu Buwei's eyes lit up, fortunately, Wang Ji had already made arrangements, so he would not be defeated.

But if you listen to him and retreat early, you won't be defeated so cleanly.

"The infantry stay, collect the ships, and the cavalry will follow me!" Le Cheng chased to Luoshui, without the slightest hesitation, the horse lance waved forward, and all the cavalry jumped hard, soaring into the air, and then fell lightly, stepping on the corpse of the Qin army to cross Luoshui.

The endless rain of arrows attacked the Zhao army like locusts, and Le Cheng didn't even look at it, and ran straight towards the Qin army, with a fierce aura soaring into the sky.

"Let's all die!" Le Cheng rushed in front of the Qin army, raised his head to the sky and roared angrily, waved his horse lance, and smashed towards the Qin army.

"Boom!" The earth-shattering roar exploded, and the big shield flew out upside down with the soldiers behind him, and was torn to pieces in mid-air, and then the second row of soldiers was also torn to pieces, and the third row of soldiers were shot away, and life and death were unknown.

The fourth row of soldiers held the shield tightly, only to feel a terrifying force attacking, followed by a rain of dust and blood, and when they raised their heads, they found that there was no one in front of them.

They went from the fourth row to the first.

"Block Zhao Jun, don't retreat." Yang Xiong said loudly. Le Cheng reluctantly turned his head to look at Yang Xiong, and Yang Xiong instantly felt a killing intent enveloping him, and he couldn't say a word.

"Die!" Le Cheng took out a short spear from the horse bag and threw it at Yang Xiong with all his might. Yang Xiong swung his sword away from the short spear, and at this moment, the huge horse lance smashed down from the sky.

"Poof!" A warm blood spurted Le Cheng's face, and the head rolled to the ground.