As it gets darker, the odds of them coming back this night are even slimmer.

Zhang Liao's cavalry was locked up in the city, and she was determined not to use it.

Huang Zhong was slightly injured, but it didn't matter.

Zhang Xiu ran over and yelled at her, saying that if she couldn't hold it, it would be better to abandon the city and retreat.

What is Zhecheng used for? What are you doing here?

Zhecheng is useless, it is surrounded by plains on all sides, it is difficult to defend and easy to attack, and it has no value to defend at all.

But it's right behind Suiyang.

She can withdraw, and she can even use a defensive counterattack to hit Yuan Shao until she doesn't dare to chase her, and then what?

The city wall of Suiyang is not high or thick, there are only less than 20,000 soldiers and horses, what does Guan Erye use to guard Suiyang?

And if further, Suiyang is also lost, so what?

- Qingxu and Yu Yang will be cut off, and Yuan Shao will never withdraw his troops again.

He occupied both sides of the Yellow River, this city with water conservancy in all directions, and the large ships of Jizhou could transport soldiers and grain to wherever Yuan Shao wanted to go.

She can't go back.

She can't be defeated.

She can't die.

It was as if she had pulled the four-foot-long sword out of the void.

It was unremarkable, the sword reflecting the firelight and her eyes.

"Order the front army to retreat and rest, and the Chinese army to hold on."

"Yes!"

She heard her own voice continue to sound:

"The rear army marches forward."

"General?" Someone's voice was very eager, "Except for the 5,000 Qingzhou soldiers in the rear army, the rest are all people, and the training is not mature, how can you become an army?!" ”

- There is one more thing that this shouting person could not have imagined.

The so-called "recruits", especially the homeless people, who can't even eat tares for a short time, where can they eat meat?

How can they fight at night without meat to eat?

If the sun could sink a little slower, a little slower.

Lu Hangyu raised his head, his eyes wandering after the last rays of the sunset, as if he could catch something like that.

"The rear army marches forward."

She repeated it.

Chapter 565

This is not war, but hell on earth.

Perhaps the last thing in the world should be war, but that is obviously a fool's joke.

No one gave the retreating soldiers a bite to eat, no cold rice, and no hot food.

There were people in the camp, torches were in one row, and some were shouting and some were running in the firelight.

It was the last of Lu Hangyu's army, guarding the city walls, trying to support the besieged defenders with arrows, while also shouldering the shoulders of scouting on all sides to see if any enemy was approaching the camp.

There are really such people, taking advantage of the night, running over with firewood on their backs. The rain of arrows on the tower was so sparse that it could not stop them, and the fire burned.

Under the blazing firelight, the people of Jizhou laid out ladders, ready to rush into the camp in one go, and burned the base camp of the Qingxu army.

Their shouts of killing resounded in the night sky, and even reached the earthen platform of the Jizhou people a few miles away.

Yuan Shao listened to the scout's report and nodded slightly.

"Lu Lian has done his best."

His voice was peaceful, and there was no exuberance to be heard.

"The lord's battle is not a miracle plan, but the right way of the soldiers," Xin Ping said with a smile, "Lu Lian's soldiers are weak, and the battle will be lost." ”

They all wore thick fur coats, and sat on the beds at the bottom of the beard, each with a charcoal basin at his feet.

But that's not enough.

Someone brought the meal again, it was very fine, except for a few small dishes with rich flavor, only an urn of hot soup, in which there was shredded chicken, stewed to rotten, boiled together with the soup cake, when the lid was lifted, it was still slightly rolling.

The servant picked up the small plate on the side, sprinkled the green onion into the soup, then stirred it slightly with a wooden spoon, and then put it into a thick carved pottery bowl and presented it to the table that had already been served.

They thought of everything, and even the spoons they used were changed from ornate gold and silver utensils to warm wooden spoons.

Diners pick up their bowls and eat elegantly.

The servants stood in the back, looking respectfully.

The lord's appetite was not very good, and after barely using a small bowl, he stopped his cup and spoon, and refocused his eyes on the sea of fire in the distance.

"Pull it off."

The servant swallowed hard.

Someone's stomach rumbled.

He was in the sea of fire, bright and bright, but he still couldn't see anything.

He could not see where his army was, nor where the enemy's army was.

The light of the fire flickered so that his eyes were dazzled, and he could only see the guy lying by the fire.

Is he our man? Is it their people?

He was fragrant, and he couldn't tell what kind of aroma it was, but it wasn't the aroma of broth, or the aroma of barnyard rice, or the aroma of wheat cakes.

It is the occasional aroma that I smell on the way to escape.

He had a chance to help two capable men, and found a vole's nest in the wilderness, and when everyone divided the spoils, they threw one to him.

He was so hungry that he didn't bring it back to Ah Zhen to eat, but secretly roasted it next to a bush of wild wattles by himself, which was the fragrance.

Later, Ah Zhen died, and he always felt that it was his fault.

He never smelled the aroma again, he seemed to have forgotten about it.

But now, he remembered it all.

He remembered the taste of roasted voles, of the unforgettable hunger.

Someone suddenly grabbed him by the collar.

"You're here! The guinea dog is also three points smarter than you! What about your team rate? ”

…… Team rate?

He looked at the scarred face in the firelight in a trance, "He, I don't know where he is." ”

The man seemed to spit out a mouthful of saliva, "Follow me." ”

…… Okay, okay, this is a capable person, so he will follow this person.

The battlefield is chaotic and collapsing, but at the same time orderly and strong.

When the rear army was sent to the front, the people and homeless people seemed to resist as best they could, but their rustiness and their fear made it impossible for them to hold out for long in front of the Jizhou army.

When the sun sank completely into the night, when the battlefield was only endless night and fire, the rear army could not carry out even the most basic orders.

They are very thin and seldom eat meat, eggs and milk, so they can almost be said to be blind, and even the light of the fire does not allow them to distinguish between east and west.

The army quickly broke up and fled across the battlefield.

They shouted, wailed, cursed, wept, they spoke the dialect of their hometown that no one could understand, it was not necessarily Yanyu, maybe it was Longyou, it was Sichuan, Shu, Bingzhou, Gyeonggi, they tried their best to escape from this battlefield just like when they fled from their hometown.

The most unlucky part of the outcasts who didn't know the direction ran headlong into the Jizhou people, and what was waiting for them was naturally not the embrace, but the cold blade.

The rest could have survived, for no wise general would have ordered the pursuit of such a group of outcasts.

Therefore, the Jizhou army should quickly adjust its formation, pass through this chaotic battlefield, quickly find Lu Lian's tired main force, and start a final decisive battle under Zhecheng.

But Yuan Shao couldn't see it, Xun Chen couldn't imagine that those Jizhou soldiers were also living people, and they also had seven emotions and six desires.

- They also survived in this endless pool of blood hell for ten whole days!

They also experienced one after another small battalions were reorganized and merged, and they also saw their comrades around them change batch after batch, and they also once carried their own bedding rolls, silently walked out of the empty camp, and looked back, only the stove pit that had been silent for a long time suddenly rolled up a cold wind, like those brothers who accompanied them day and night from the foot of Mount Tai and gave him a ride!

When they saw the soldiers who were wearing Liu Bei's military uniforms and waving Lu Lian's banner, but only cared about scattering and fleeing—there were indeed many of them dressed in tatters, but so what? The night is dark and the wind is high, where can they tell clearly!

Where do they need to discern!

There is a boiling hatred in their hearts, stirring in their chests and shouting in their heads.

They're going to let it out!

With the blood of the enemy! Enemy blood!

They also want to be meritorious, and every one of those defeated soldiers is a merit!

As long as they're killing! It doesn't matter who they're killing!

The firewood piles were blazing, and there were even people who were thrown in, and it was impossible to tell whether they were thrown in by the enemy or friendly troops, some of whom were thrown in by the enemy but did not move, and some of whom were thrown in by friendly troops, and even twitched a few times.

There are always officers of the Jizhou Army shouting loudly next to the pyre, using various means to reorganize the scattered soldiers back into the formation, look at these fires, as long as the soldiers stop here and ask which battalion is this? Is it the left-wing, the right-wing or the center? He'll find his way back.

But how can so many soldiers come back?

They may want to get back into their battalion's ranks, but they can't find their way anymore.

Or maybe they're still chasing after them, trying to cut their noses more before dawn so they can go back and count the credit.

They always return to the battlefield, they always return to the battle, and they ...... Enough, right?

"I, what am I going to do?"