After listening to Pei Yunzhao's story, Lin Zhijing could already imagine the tragedy and danger at that time.

"The blood debt will be paid with blood. Two generals, on the way back, have you ever encountered enemy troops? ”

Lin Zhijing asked softly.

"No, we have been looking for a path, and we dare not meet them."

Gu Peng covered his lower abdomen, which was still a little painful, and told the truth.

"Ouch, I only cared about asking about the military situation, and I didn't pay attention to the injuries of the two generals, come here, ask the military medical officer to come!"

Lin Zhijing said, quite apologetic.

"Hehe, I'm not in the way, but I was cut in the arm by a shot by Na Ma Song, and after a few days, I'll be fine. General Gu's injuries are serious, so he must be treated quickly! ”

Pei Yunzhao smiled softly, looking unimpressed, but his brows furrowed slightly, obviously, that shot was not shallow.

A short time later, the military medical officer arrived, quickly tore the white cloth of the two, medicated the two, and bandaged them.

After resting here for two hours, Lin Zhijing ordered the sergeant to escort the two back to Gucheng to recuperate from their injuries first, while he continued to chase after Ma Jun. The two of them refused at first, but when they thought that their combat strength was indeed damaged, they were afraid that they would drag others down, so they had to agree.

At this end, Song Zhe received news from Ma Jun before dawn, saying that he had withdrawn to Xinye with a large army, and he was so angry that he just wanted to greet Ma Jun's eighteenth generation ancestors.

"This little pony is really fucking famous!"

Song Zhe vigorously slapped the case.

"Report to the general, several Xiangyang warships have come to us!"

Before he could dissipate, a sergeant had already opened the tent and entered.

This news is not good news!

"Fight!"

Song Zhe ordered loudly, and after speaking, he picked up his sword and ran to the river.

"General, are you still fighting?"

Lin Feihu, who followed later, asked puzzledly.

"What if you don't fight? The two of us carried out of Jiangnan, which is already despised by people, besides, Ning Hou is waiting for you and I am not thin, if you don't fight, how can you be worthy of him? ”

Song Zhe explained helplessly.

"But, general, as soon as Ma Jun withdraws, we will wait for the air defense to be weak, if Lin Zhijing's army is coming, what will happen? This battle has been defeated if it is not fought! ”

Lin Feihu said hurriedly.

It's not that what he said is unreasonable, Song Zhe was in a hurry, but he didn't think about it so much.

"In this way, and divide 20,000 troops, please ask Brother Lin to help me defend the back road, and when I repel the enemy army, let's make a plan again, how about it?"

Song Zhe stopped and looked at Lin Feihu.

"General, why don't you retreat to Xinye!"

Lin Feihu said bluntly again.

"Alas, this retreat, how can it be so good! A few days ago, I fought with the Xiangyang Naval Army, and our army lost many victories, which made me have no shame to face Ning Hou. If we retreat before fighting this time, brother, think about it, what awaits us? ”

Song Zhe sighed and said his difficulties.

Ma Jun may retreat, but he really can't retreat, he retreats, the British army crosses the river smoothly, so, the two armies meet, where can a new field be defended? I can't say, in a few days, Nanyang Mansion will also be breached.

Moreover, Ma Junzhi's retreat can be said to be affectionate, if he retreats before fighting, Ning Hou's knife will definitely remove their heads.

Therefore, at this moment, he only has one battle, no matter whether he wins or loses, he will not be laughed at by the world.

As soon as he said this, Lin Feihu was silent. He didn't expect that the path he chose at the beginning turned out to be a point of no return.

"General, take care! Although foot combat is not what we are good at, my brother will guard the back road for you, although it is just death! ”

After speaking, Lin Feihu shook Song Zhe heavily, turned around and left.

"Alas......"

Song Zhe let out a long sigh, tears already rolling in his eyes.

The sound of the bull's horn was blown in the wind, it was the horn of the expedition, or the last elegy, Song Zhe didn't know, holding the sword tightly, he boarded the bow of the ship.