In this troubled world, all Yang Kai could think of was to try to save himself.

Changing careers? Oppression everywhere, wars everywhere, look at the people in Sanhe Pass City, you can know that the beloved only has the fate of being oppressed until death.

Rengui knew that Yang Kai didn't think he was capable of doing such a thing as saving the common people and turning the tide of the war. The defeat in the weather, terrain, and food has made the camp lose the right time and place, and now the only way to use the eldest brother's many years of combat experience is to try to preserve the strength when the army is defeated.

He is not a person who likes to behave, and his eldest brother is quite different in age from him, most of the people in this team are considered his elders, and he is not good at pointing fingers in the team. This is the first time he has formally proposed to his eldest brother, and it can be regarded as the first attempt to stir the tide of history.

Yang Taisui didn't have the time to investigate why his little brother, who had always been weak, suddenly changed like this.

He knew that this battle was bound to be a life of death, so he decided to try his best to bring his brothers to the war, and there was no way to do it.

All night, the sky was covered with clouds and shadows, and the moon was gone, and it was lifeless. The drizzle gradually stopped, and soon the first light appeared on the top of the mountain, and the sky was about to dawn.

There was also some noise in the camp.

There are not many people left in Zhang's second department, more than ten small management teams, the situation is not much different from Yang Taisui's department, a total of more than 3,000 people, plus the people and horses added in by the Huanglong department, more than ten phalanxes of three or four hundred people are scattered and listed.

From the military horse, a large red flag swayed in the wind, and there was a big "Chuang" character on it, which was the military flag of the camp.

The momentum of thousands of people gathered together swept the sky, instantly emptying the depression of several days of defeat and the fatigue of the generals.

On the corpse in the field, a few rats lay on their stomachs, chattering and fleeing.

This was not their first large-scale operation, and the previous ones were even larger and more numerous, and the end result was defeat.

But they are like a swarm of ants, it is easy to pinch them to death, but since they look up at the sky, they have become no more ordinary, and they are no longer willing to accept the fate of starving to death in the wilderness and dying in depression.

Yang Taisui's department was named as a complete number of horses, and everyone had horses, and they were at the forefront of the queue as the vanguard, and more than 300 people accompanied the front of the army in order.

War horses, restlessly treading their hooves, gasping for breath and neighing in low voices.

The peasant army in the camp changed from static to moving, from sparse to dense, and across the open valley, the shouts of "kill, kill, kill" sounded. Accompanied by a messenger cavalry, he rushed to the front of the military formation, pulled out a military flag behind him and waved it forward:

"Huang Longling: Yang Tai Sui's cavalry, out!"

"Command!"

The three hundred cavalry bravely took the lead, and the rear formations were all cavalry in front and foot soldiers in the rear, barely forming two black lines, and the momentum was surging.

Out of the mountain pass, the field of vision suddenly becomes wider.

I saw that on the two mountains, there were officials and soldiers all over, and the three military flags of Sun, Hong, and Guan covered the field. In front of me, a few rangers coincidentally appeared, and then, the ground shook inexplicably.

"It's Guan Ning Iron Cavalry!" Yang Kai noticed the banner of the official army, and immediately went to Yang Taisui's side and shouted loudly.

Yang Taisui spat viciously, he pulled out his saber in front of many brothers, at this moment he had already forgotten the full grumbling, and only thought about how to take his brothers to stand out alive in this situation.

The movement of the two cavalry armies was getting bigger and bigger, and the ground seemed to be moving, the trees on the side of the road were dead and the leaves were gone, and the whole tree was shaking, and everyone was almost out of breath under the oppression of the Guan Ning army.

Yang Taisui listened to the commotion and shouts behind the array, but he couldn't hear the specific content clearly.

He still never expected that they were at the forefront of the battle formation, and they were not afraid, and the panic had already swept the entire camp from back to front, like a wave.

"Press forward, press forward!"

The panic was finally transmitted to Yang Taisui through the messengers, and in front of them, the military flag with the name "Guan" grew from small to large, from blurry to clear.

Zu Kuan was still majestic, and he took the lead in rushing to the front of the army.

This general, who became famous with Lu Xiangsheng in the first battle, was only a servant of Zu Dashou in his early years, but he had little courage, he had always been arrogant, and he didn't seem to know what it meant to be afraid.

Before he arrived, the official army had never taken the initiative to launch a quick attack, so Zhang Er's side did not release the horse too far, and Guan Ningjun probably did not expect that the thieves of the trapped beast dispute would dare to organize a large-scale battle to rush forward, and You Ge did not go far, so the two sides were caught off guard on the official road outside the mountain pass.

Suddenly, a large-scale cavalry encounter.

There were more than 3,000 people on the Guanning army and more than 5,000 on the peasant army, in fact, the official road outside the mountain pass was not spacious, and the muddy land after the rain and the land were soft, so it was not suitable for large corps operations at all.

Yang Kai knew that their final cover battle this time would probably end in defeat again.

First, even if you don't want to admit it, this Guan Ning army general is not a good person, but all along, people have really killed them as pigs, this time they are here to help, and they want to attack quickly, and their morale will only be stronger.

Second, Zhang Er and Huang Long couldn't suppress their panic, they didn't panic in front, and they were already afraid of the chaos in the rear, so this bird team could win the battle?

These thoughts flashed through his mind, and his attention shifted to the eldest brother, what would the eldest brother do in such an environment?

What can Yang Taisui do, at this time, in the future, he will face the attack of both sides, and he will definitely die without a place to be buried, but what about moving forward? Hundreds of people faced the three thousand Guanning Iron Horsemen, so why didn't they kill themselves?

He had no choice but to die and come back to life.

The weapons of the generals of the Guanning army are all three-eyed large-caliber firearms, also known as three-eyed eye-colored guns, which are inlaid at the front of a wooden stick.

Before the usual engagement, a round of long-range fire will be carried out to inflict a wide range of damage on enemies from a distance, and part-time to disrupt and revitalize; In melee combat, this short spear inlaid with a three-eyed firebolt can be transformed into a sledgehammer that can deal massive damage to enemies when swung.

The Guanning Army, which was in a hurry to meet the battle, first lost its absolute superiority in long-range strikes, and of course there were loopholes in the sudden transition from marching to combat.

Yang Taisui raised his saber, glared at Yang Kai, who was looking at him, and suddenly gave birth to a kind of arrogant momentum, and shouted loudly:

"It doesn't matter who his mother is, now it only depends on whose life is hard enough, pull out a knife for me, lift a gun, kill the enemy in front of me, and we can rush out, and if the head falls off, it will be a big scar, afraid of his mother! Brothers, to the right, kill me! ”

At this moment, what helped him make a decision in the shortest possible time was not the art of war and wisdom, but the experience and ruthlessness of many years of battle.

"Yang Kai, you retreat for me." Yang Taisui then gave another order, "Those who carry knives and guns, all come up for me, five people for a while, Cao Laoer, you take them to follow me, those with bows and arrows on their backs, also give me a retreat, as long as the person is not dead, his grandmother's eyes are right, shoot in front of me, don't let the people and horses fucking go!" ”

In the rushing formation, everyone quickly changed formations, Yang Taisui was still at the front of the team, and a strong man with huge bones and thick waist rushed up on the left, carrying a mace in his hand, but Yang Kai on his side did not retreat.

Even if you retreat, where can you retreat?

Caught in the battle formation of more than 300 people, if the front soldiers are defeated, can they save their lives?

In addition, he was afraid that once he retreated, he would not have the courage to kill again, and even if he was going to die here today, he hoped that he would die in the struggle instead of dying tragically in hiding.

He is tired of the life of huddled in the dark with his head bowed, busy but doing nothing, and wants to give it a go, and if he succeeds, he will succeed, and if he does not, he will take it as a relief.

Speaking of which, Yang Kai himself felt ridiculous, once upon a time, he was still glad that he had not crossed over those poor people.

But now it seems, how much better can I go? Look at what you have done in this world? Murder, arson, burning, killing and looting, selling people's lives, in the name of everything for survival, but in the end they can't even save their lives.

The messy thoughts, full of ambivalence, made him retain the last courage, Guan Ningjun, getting closer and closer.

His history is not good, he has never heard of the name of Yang Taisui, Gao Yingxiang's team, how many people can survive in the end, there is no way to know, but he knows very well that this time Gao Yingxiang is going to be captured alive by Sun Chuanting, and it is said that there are traitors under his subordinates.

If such a historical record were followed, how much would these people live?

What can I do in this situation?

What is even more ridiculous is that he still learned about the use of firecrackers from a brother under his eldest brother, and he is even inferior to an ancient man in the use of weapons.

I have memorized a lot of poems and songs, but in this chaotic world of continuous wars, how much money can poems and songs be sold?

If it weren't for the protection of his eldest brother and many brothers, he would have considered that he was dead now, in a corner that no one knew or cared about.

In the end, it turned into a push of loess and fertilized this barren land.

The iron hooves thundered, and in just a few breaths, Yang Kai's sentimentality had come to an end. Guan Ningjun, who was getting closer and closer, raised the short gun in his hand, and at such a close distance, they had to shoot a round from a distance.

The early morning wind blew on Yang Kai's face, with a strong smell of black powder, this was the only factor in their favor, the downwind cannonballs would hit farther, and the people who rushed to the front were not so dangerous.

Keeping an eye on the camp of the Guan Ning army, Yang Taisui led the team that had completed the formation, and gradually dispersed in the sprint, firstly, to reduce the trauma caused by the firecracker, and secondly, to try to get close to the rear team, so that they would not completely fall into the situation of fighting alone, and it was better to choose the weak area of the enemy.

The fireballs fell into the rear of the peasant army, and they were completely within the range of the firearms. Another good news, the Guanning army's preferred target is the army in their rear, not the rabble in front of them. At this time, it is time to gamble on luck again.

A powerful arrow flew out from the rear and inserted it into the throat of Guan Ningjun.