As Jiang Qi expected, the process of sneaking up on Zhao Yun in Wuzhangyuan was very smooth, and Yun Caiwei entered the enemy camp along the gate controlled by the sword guard, and succeeded in one fell swoop.

As soon as more than 1,000 cavalrymen entered the enemy camp, they immediately turned into more than 1,000 flowing flames, and in a moment, under the beckoning of torches and rockets, the enemy camp, which was already thick with smoke and boiling voices, turned into a sea of fire. The screams grew louder and louder as the curses rang out.

However, although the weather in Gojohara is dry today, it is calm, and without the help of the night wind, the time to set the fire is slightly longer. In this way, the army of sneak attacks is in trouble when facing the counterattacking enemy army.

When Zhao Yun's army arrived, the sword guard had been entangled and could not get out, even the sword guard guarding the gate also killed three people, and the rest, including Jiang Xiaochen, the deputy commander of the sword, were injured.

At this moment, on the battlefield, compared to Zhao Yun's handsomeness before departure, the beautiful bright silver armor had long lost its initial light. The blood-soaked armor and the half-burned cloak in the cloak already showed the intensity of the battle.

With the light of the fire, Zhao Yun wiped the blood from his squinting eyes after picking off a person who organized the enemy army to counterattack, and then shouted: "Brother, go quickly, go quickly, the fire is big enough." If we don't leave, we won't be able to leave, and the little brother will break off 、、、、、."

"Zilong, we can't leave Uncle Ren and them, we haven't heard the news of their retreat, if we retreat, they will definitely die." Hearing the shouting, Zhao Feng swept away the two enemy soldiers in front of him with a shot and replied.

Although his eyes were already fascinated by the flames of war at the moment, and his body had already been scarred, Zhao Feng still rushed to kill regardless of it, he wanted to use this to share the pressure of the robe in the distance, if he could let the enemy army rout, it would be better.

It's just a pity that it is obvious that the enemy general still has some ability to command the army, and he actually regained stability after a short period of panic.

Brother Zhao Yun didn't know what he meant, this battle could burn the enemy's grain and grass in one fell swoop, and the sword guard was a great contribution, and he couldn't watch them all martyred, but as a general, he couldn't do it knowing that he couldn't do it.

Listening to his brother's refusal, Zhao Yunbei started from his heart, but looking at the burning battlefield that was not manpower, how could he let the soldiers die in vain.

Then I heard him shout: "Big brother, we are generals, one order is related to the life and death of more brothers, Uncle Jiang Ren, like me, is the first general to follow his senior brother, and the younger brother is not willing to watch him die." The elder brother will go first with his brothers, and I will go to save him、、、、"

"Zilong, you take your brother away, come to 、、、、 for your brother in a moment" Zhao Feng also knew the meaning of his own brother, but as a brother, he could not leave the danger to his brother, as he killed the enemy army in front of him, looking back, he glanced at the brother who was stained with blood, and as soon as he mentioned the reins, he was about to attack the sea of fire again.

"Brother, don't, go quickly、、、 I'm the main general, listen to me here, I order you to retreat according to the plan, you must go back alive, sister-in-law and Yu'er are still waiting for you to go back." Leaving 、、、 herald ordered the whole army to retreat!! ”

The current danger is very dangerous, how can Zhao Yun let his brother take risks, when he planned to retreat, he was already approaching his brother, just when Zhao Feng was beating his horse, the horse reins were pulled by Zhao Yun, and at this moment Zhao Yun understood why senior brother Jiang Qi didn't want brothers, father and son to join the army.

However, at this moment, the war is raging, and Zhao Yun has no time to sigh, knowing that it is only necessary to let his brother leave at the moment. After the tough order, in desperation, Zhao Yun had no choice but to stab his brother's mount with the head of the gun, the mount was in pain, and he stepped away from the battlefield with four hooves.

"Zilong, Zilong、、、、 be careful!!" Originally, he had made up his mind, but he didn't think about it, but he was forced by his brother to go, riding on the back of a galloping horse, Zhao Feng looked back and yelled unwillingly.

Of course, in addition to being unwilling, Zhao Feng was more worried about the safety of his brothers, but at the moment, seeing that the Yun Cavalry Guard was already retreating according to the order, Zhao Feng did not dare to continue to insist, he could only believe that his brothers could fight their way out of the encirclement.

"Xiaochen, you and your brothers also retreat! Zilong will not leave the Sword Guard brothers. Watching his brother go away for a long time and retreat to the circle of personal guards, Zhao Yun said to the deputy commander of the Sword Guard, who was carrying arrow feathers but would not retreat.

"General Zilong, our sword guard lives and dies together, now the life and death of Uncle Ren are unknown, Xiaochen is gone, what face do you have to see the young master." Although his face was pale due to excessive blood loss, Jiang Xiaochen said stubbornly with a bow and crossbow.

"Hyo-jin! If your commander is still alive, he will definitely want you to go first, you are all the treasures of the senior brother, you can't be wiped out here, leave a seed! I, Zhao Yun, now order you to go back alive in the name of General Jiang Jiajun! Looking around at the sword guards who were seriously injured but looked at death, Zhao Yun ordered sharply in a moved voice.

"General! The sword guard only obeyed the orders of the commander, and there was no military order to retreat, and the last general would not retreat even if he died in battle. Besides, my sword guard has no precedent of leaving his robe and escaping alone, and the general will cut off the rear for you. Looking at the cloud cavalry guards who were still fighting fiercely around, Jiang Xiaochen rejected Zhao Yun's kindness.

"Someone! Take 、、、、 away for me" Facing Jiang Xiaochen's death-defying home, Zhao Yun was a little moved and immediately said sharply, now to complete the task, he can't bear to sacrifice senselessly.

"General, in this way, there is only one death for the lowly!" Seeing that Zhao Yun instructed his soldiers to do it, Jiang Xiaochen did not compromise, and immediately put the blood-stained sword on his neck.

Not only Jiang Xiaochen, but in the face of Zhao Yun's request, the other six injured sword guards also followed suit, and they looked like they fought to the end.

Seeing this, Zhao Yun didn't dare to force it, and immediately turned his horse to look at the Yun cavalry guards who began to retreat, and raised his spear and said: "In this case, the general will wait for the queen of the palace, and order the whole army to leave the battlefield immediately, and the personal guards will follow my palace!" Blow the horn to contact Uncle Jiang Ren, the commander of the sword, and tell him to retreat immediately. ”

"Kill !!!"

It will be the soul of the soldiers, even if Zhao Yun is not as prestige as Jiang Qi, but the name of the five tiger generals is not in vain, and immediately after giving way to the passage, Zhao Yun took Jiang Xiaochen and other forty or fifty people to rush to the cavalry that the enemy had just organized.

The flames were blazing, the smoke was billowing out, and as the blazing flames spread, the grain and grass that the Bian and Han armies had worked so hard to find were burned.

The grain is better, and it will not burn for a while, but the piles of forage have fallen on the seedlings, and even the pouring rain at this moment cannot be reversed.

With such a catastrophe, it is conceivable that the Qiang cavalry over there and Han took it as his arm could still run rampant and domineering without war horses.

Faced with the charge of killing his head, Yan Xing, a henchman of Han Sui who had just been transferred to guard the grain and grass, wanted to cry without tears, although he also knew that the sneak attack by the Han army was inseparable from the military discipline of the Qiang people, but the grain and grass were burned, and as a general, he could not escape the involvement.

Fortunately, there is still an unlucky guy above him, and the lord will leave Beigong on his head, otherwise Han Sui will like him again, and he will have no chance to live.

"General! The Han army set fire to the forage everywhere, and the soldiers who went to fight the fire buried many of them to make a sea of fire. There is no way to save the fire. When he heard the report behind him, Yan Xing, who was thinking about how to explain, was pulled back to reality.

Looking back at the generals who were blackened by the smoke and fire, Yan Xing sighed and said, "No need to save it, even if the fire is extinguished by the Han army robbing my grain road, the grain and grass are burned, and our army's heart is moved." It's time for this battle to end, and I hope that General Bian and General Han can get out of the way. ”

"General, what about now?" Glancing at Yan Xing's uncertain face, the general asked worriedly.

"The whole army gathers and collects war horses, and I will hunt down this sneak attack army, if I can annihilate them all, I may be able to escape death." Yan Xing listened to the fainter shouting of killing, and shook the spear in his hand.

"The last general will give an order immediately!" The general hurriedly agreed, and rode away.

"General, Beigong Li was killed, will I not be able to explain to General Beigong when I go back?" When the horn of assembly sounded in the camp, the soldiers beside Yan Xing reminded.

"Confess、、、、 yes, if Beigong hadn't died, the matter would have been easy to handle, and now there is only one step at a time." Thinking of Beigong Li's headless corpse, Yan Xing's neck was also cold, Beigong Li was the most valued son of Beigong Boyu, quite powerful, known as the first warrior in the clan, but such a person was beheaded, of course, drunkenness had to be said.

"These people, who are ruthless and vicious, and the Chinese army who killed more than a dozen people abandoned the corpses of Lei Lei, what kind of elite are they." Thinking of Beigong Li's death, Yan Xing had to turn his gaze to the few people who were surrounded not far away.

"This dead soldier must be the elite sent by Jiang Qi, whether the general will release arrows." Looking at the few Han soldiers who were scarred and their armor was tattered in the encirclement, but they were allowed to fight, the pro-soldier suggested.

"Order、、、 kill!" I had to agree with the most correct suggestion of the pro-soldiers, and now that they had begun to gather the remnants of the army, they didn't have time to pay attention to a few shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and then Yan Xing accepted with a sharp look in his eyes.

The smoke was filled, the grain pile of the transformation torch illuminated the night, and when a drop of blood dripped into the ground with the tip of the knife, Uncle Jiang Ren, whose wrist could no longer be grasped, looked around at the dead corpse in front of him with a miserable smile. Today they are enough.

"Are you afraid of the eighth and ninth children?" Taking a breath of the air with the smell of blood, staring at the enemy soldiers who didn't dare to approach him, Uncle Jiang Ren asked weakly to his brother who was leaning back.

"What are you afraid of, if you can make this contribution today, you will die without regrets." The old eight, whose left arm was already empty, had a flush on his pale face, and agreed.

"Hahaha, what the starling said is right, the little brother is just a slave, and he can follow the young master to fight in the south and the north to this day, what is there to be dissatisfied. But it's a pity that I can't eat the young master's triumphant wine. Lao Jiu, who was like a bloody man, laughed loudly and showed his white teeth.

"Good!! It is worthy of being the warrior of my sword battalion, and we have lived up to the young master's entrustment, brothers! If there is an afterlife, you are willing to fight with me in all directions with the young master! Feeling the morale of the brothers, Uncle Jiang Ren raised his head knife and said hysterically.

"Fight, fight, fight!!" The two remaining sword guards in the other group on the side also raised their swords fiercely in response.

"Head! Are we all wiped out? Seeing that the enemy army still did not attack, Lao Jiu asked with some concern.

"I don't know, but the fifth is in Yuanmen, it should be fine, and the old seventeenth Yihong is excited, and he just heard the order to retreat, so he should be able to leave. With the two of them here, the Sword Guard won't collapse. Even if he comforted himself, Uncle Jiang Ren still looked at the mountains and mountains in the distance, hoping that there were still their brothers there.

Having said that, in this battle, the ten of them faced more than 100 times the enemy, not only killed the enemy chieftain, but also annihilated more than 100 enemies, even if the whole army was wiped out, it would be regarded as a well-deserved death.

Retracting his thoughts, Uncle Jiang Ren lowered the tiger head he was looking at, at this moment they were about to run out, and it was inevitable that they would die in battle, but as the elite of the Han army, half of Jiang Qi's disciples, they couldn't lose Jiang Qi's face, it should be the last trembling. But for them to be crowned, there is a price to pay.

It's a pity that the despicable enemy didn't give them another chance to pull their backs. When the Qiang people with scimitars in their hands stepped back, the whistling arrow feathers pierced the scarred bodies of several people.

When Uncle Jiang Ren, who had several arrows in his chest, cut down a rebel who was about to take his head with his last breath, a dark spear pierced his breastplate.

Uncle Jiang Ren felt that he was flying, and when fatigue hit, he saw the rolling flames, and he rode into the dust.

A strong general on horseback, with a silver gun and a white robe, he is not chic, 、、、、just like the young master he admires the most.