Seeing the three thousand Ying Long troops rushing towards his camp, Nong Xi immediately ordered the Yue soldiers behind him to prepare for a counterattack.

When Sergeant Ying Long rushed to a distance of two hundred paces from Nong's wife, he suddenly stopped.

I saw that the soldiers of Ying Long took off their bows and crossbows from their backs, drew their arrows and wound their bows.

"Hahaha......"

Looking at the soldier Ying Long who was building a bow and pulling a crossbow, Nong Xi laughed insolently. According to Nong Xi's cognition, there is no single soldier bow and crossbow in this world that can shoot such a long distance, and what Sergeant Ying Long is doing at this moment is just a grandstanding trick in Nong's eyes.

In the unbridled laughter of Nong Xi, Sergeant Ying Long was ready to shoot and raised the bows and crossbows in his hands one after another.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh ......"

The sound of countless crossbow arrows cutting through the air clearly reached the ears of the soldiers present, and they saw the arrow curtain composed of countless crossbow arrows flying towards Nong Xi and the peasant soldiers behind him.

By the time Nong Xi understood that he was lonely, countless arrows had already flown in front of him, and there was no time to dodge.

When Nong Xi closed his eyes and prepared to meet the arrows, he was surprised to find that the arrows did not fall on him.

Nong Xi opened his eyes suspiciously, only to see several relatives holding shields in front of him, although the rattan shields in their hands blocked most of the arrows, but there were still five or six crossbow arrows pierced the shield and inserted into the bodies of the relatives who were protecting them.

Nong Xi gently pushed aside the entourage in front of him, leaned over to inspect the injuries of these people, and saw that these people had two or three arrows stuck in their bodies, and the two most seriously injured soldiers had already gushed blood from their mouths, and they were obviously no longer alive.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh......"

Before Nong Xi could inspect the injuries of the other relatives, another wave of crossbow arrows broke through the air and attacked Nong Xi.

"Shieldman, meet the enemy," Nong Xi shouted to the soldiers behind him with all his might.

The shield hand behind Nong Ji didn't have time to prepare, and thousands of arrows flew in front of the farmer's pawn again, and there was another sound of arrows nailing to the shield or the human body.

After a moment, Nong Xi glanced back at the soldiers behind him, and was immediately shocked, only to see hundreds of soldiers fall behind him, each of them with three or four crossbow arrows stuck in their bodies. Nong Xi made a rough estimate that about seven or eight hundred soldiers had died under the arrows and crossbows of Ying Longjun's arrows.

"Chief, look," one of the surviving soldiers shouted to Nong's wife in fear, pointing behind him.

Nong Xi hurriedly turned around, only to see 3,000 Ying Long soldiers under the leadership of Han Chuan killing him.

"Damn," Nong said indignantly, then drew the saber at his waist.

"Prepare for battle" Nong Xi raised his sword and pointed at the Ying Long army that rushed towards him, and gave the military order to charge the surviving peasant soldiers behind him.

The soldiers of the Yue tribe were worthy of being good warriors, and although they hastily received the order given by Nongxi, they responded quickly, drew their long swords without fear, and shouted to meet the attacking Ying Long army.

After just a few breaths, the 3,000 Ying Long army fought with more than 2,000 surviving soldiers under the command of Nongxi.

All of a sudden, the sound of the Great Qin scimitar in the hands of Ying Longjun and the long sword of the peasant soldiers, the sound of the two armies fighting, and the sound of the war horses of the Ying Long Army echoing in front of the camp of the peasant clan.

After a while, this battle of thousands of people began to change in the direction that was favorable to the Ying Long army.

Seeing that his side was in a weak state, Nong Xi no longer kept the agreement to send only 3,000 people to participate in the battle, and led a few of his relatives to break away from the battle formation and rush to his camp, preparing to pull in the 3,000 reserve army.

Seeing that Nong Xi and several relatives left the battlefield, a team of Ying Long sergeants rushed towards Nong Xi and others, trying to prevent Nong Xi and others from leaving the battlefield, but they were helplessly dragged by hundreds of peasant soldiers, and watched Nong Xi and several people flee back to the camp of the peasant clan.

Just when the Ying Long army was about to win the war, Nong Ji, who fled back to the camp, led 3,000 reserve troops to rush out of the camp and join the fight with the Ying Long army again.

After 3,000 people joined, the advantage that Ying Long's army had previously achieved soon disappeared, and the battlefield situation was rapidly changing in a direction that was unfavorable to Yinglong's army.

"General Han, what should I do? Or retreat. An adjutant general said to Han Chuan.

"No, this battle boy wants us to play the prestige of the Ying Long army, if we retreat, how to explain to the son." Han Chuan replied to the lieutenant general who had proposed to retreat after slashing a peasant soldier.

"General Han, if we don't retreat, I'm afraid these brothers behind us will die here." The lieutenant said helplessly.

At this time, the soldiers of Ying Long were already tired, and the three thousand soldiers led by Nong Xi had just entered the battle formation, and the momentum was strong at this time, and if they persisted, Ying Longjun might really suffer.

If he retreated at this time, he could indeed ensure that the soldiers of Ying Long would retreat with their whole body, but the prestige of Ying Long's army expected by Fusu would come to naught, and Han Chuan was indeed unwilling and felt that he had lived up to Fusu's expectations.

After glancing at the battlefield, Han Chuan locked his gaze on Nong Xi, and a trace of madness flashed in his eyes.

"Cover me, you guys." Han Chuan ordered to the dozen or so soldiers beside him.

"No," the Ying Long sergeant said, protecting Han Chuan in the middle.

Han Chuan snatched the red flag in the hands of the flag soldiers, then stood on horseback, roared, and then waved the red flag in his hand heavily in the direction where Nong Xi was.

When Han Chuan stood on horseback abruptly and yelled, almost all of the Ying Long soldiers immediately noticed Han Chuan. After Han Chuan waved the flag, these Ying Long soldiers left the peasant soldiers who were fighting with them and rushed towards the direction that Han Chuan pointed out.

Seeing that all the Ying Long soldiers rushed in the direction pointed by his banner, Han Chuan immediately sat back on his horse and led the dozen Ying Long soldiers who were protecting him to kill Nong.

In the face of the onslaught of the 3,000 Ying Long army, the thousands of peasant soldiers separated between the Ying Long army and the peasant concubine were quickly dispersed, and they tried to block the charge of the Ying Long army many times, but all failed without exception.

Just as Ying Long's army was about to rush to him, Nong Xi was frightened, fled from the military formation under the cover of several relatives, and once again rushed towards the camp where his clan was located.

Seeing that Nong Xi had fled back to the camp, Han Chuan no longer pursued, but led Yinglong's army to turn around and once again entered the military formation of the Nong clan.

Due to the absence of Nong Xi in charge, the peasant army array soon fell into chaos, Han Chuan quickly took control of the initiative on the battlefield, and the battlefield situation began to favor Ying Long's army again.

After a cup of tea, some of the peasant soldiers finally couldn't stand it, and a few of them dropped their weapons and fled in the direction of the camp.

Seeing that someone was taking the lead, more peasant soldiers also joined the ranks of the fleeing.

Moments later, almost all of the surviving peasant soldiers had fled. Han Chuan did not continue to pursue these fleeing peasant soldiers, but began to clean up the battlefield on his own.

In this battle, Ying Long's army narrowly defeated the soldiers of the peasant clan who had the advantage in numbers, and annihilated more than 2,000 soldiers of the peasant clan. The Ying Long Army also suffered the largest casualties since its formation, with more than 800 casualties.

Seeing that Sergeant Ying Long had defeated Nong's 6,000 men, Huang Jing and Cen Jue came to Han Chuan with excitement on their faces.

"Congratulations to General Han, this battle is a great victory over Nongxi, and it also allows me to see the combat power of the Great Qin soldiers." Huang Jing said complimentingly.

"I've already helped you defeat Nongji, and it's time for you to play."

Han Chuan glanced at Huang Jing and Cen Jue and said coldly.

In fact, Han Chuan was very dissatisfied with Huang and Cen in front of him, after all, just now these two people watched Ying Longjun fall into a desperate situation, and did not help. If it weren't for the desperate and desperate rush to Nongxi at the critical moment, this war would have won the victory of Ying Long's army.

"General Han, or you will help us again and help us break through this farmer's camp." Cen Jue licked his face and said.

"I'll help you break through the farmer's camp, so what about the four thousand soldiers you two hid behind that hillside, continue to bask in the sun?" Han Chuan asked, pointing to the hillside where Huang and Cen were hiding their soldiers.

"This ......" Huang Jing and Cen Jue had nothing to say for a while, and lowered their heads with a red face.