Zhai Zhen was so frightened that he was out of his body. Murong Feng had served under Zhai Bin for many years. Even the child Ding Ling knew of his reputation as a brave man. He was the most courageous among the three armies and unstoppable. Of course Zhai Zhen himself knew about his reputation.
It was amazing. Seeing this god of death running towards him, there was almost a flat area in front of him. He didn't even think about letting his left and right people step forward to resist him. He turned his horse's head directly and fled towards a forest on the left. As he ran away, he started throwing
His beautiful feather crown, how much he wanted others to notice him just now, now he wants others to ignore him.
This was beyond everyone's expectations. Unexpectedly, the dignified coach Ding Ling actually ran away on the battlefield. Even Murong Feng was slightly stunned, and his sprinting speed was reduced, but he immediately came back to his senses.
, laughed loudly, and quickly rode forward. In less than two minutes, he rushed to the place where Zhai Zhen was originally standing. Three or four cavalrymen tried to come forward to fight. Murong Feng danced like the wind, but he couldn't.
After a few rounds, the three of them fell off their horses, and the remaining few fled. The Ding Ling army behind them was in chaos. The large number of infantrymen could not see what was happening in front of them. Some people wanted to move forward, but those in front of them were in chaos.
People tried their best to turn around and push back.
With a flick of her wrist, Murong Feng raised Zhai Zhen's crest and pointed it straight at the sky. Now even people hundreds of steps away could see it clearly. He was so angry that his Dantian was filled with anger and he said loudly in Ding Ling language.
: "Zhai Zhen has been beheaded by me, Murong Feng. Let's fight to avoid death. Anyone who resists will not be killed!"
As soon as these words came out, coupled with the feather crown high in the sky, all the spirit and fighting spirit of all Ding Ling people suddenly disappeared. Even Xian Yuqi's front army had already organized its team and was ready to kill.
For a while, I was at a loss and at a loss.
Under the banner of the Yan Army, Murong Nong raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and said to Murong Lin on the side: "It's time, send the order, beat the drums with hammers, and march!"
Murong Nong's order was instantly conveyed by various flags and drum horns. Murong Lin raised his right hand high and waved it down violently. With this movement, hundreds of drums in the Yan army's formation suddenly sounded.
There was a sound like thunder, but the front army infantry formation, which had been silent just now, began to move forward in standard military steps, with the big shield in front, and the steps were like a forest, like a moving steel forest, firm and powerful.
They were forced towards the direction of Ding Ling's army.
Xian Yuqi gritted his teeth and swung out his ax, killing a deserter who ran past him. Blood splattered all over his body, but at this moment, at least dozens of people continued to rush from his side.
As he ran past, several war supervisors armed with ghost-headed swords stepped forward to stop him. Before they could swing their swords to kill, they were knocked down by more and more deserters and stepped on the ground. They didn't even have time to let out a few screams.
, and fell into silence.
In front of Xian Yuqi, at a distance of about two miles, the infantry phalanx of the Yan army was advancing step by step, while behind him, four to five hundred paces away, Murong Feng was galloping back and forth with Zhai Zhen's feather crown on his head,
Ding Ling's middle army and rear army had fallen into complete chaos and fled towards the camp gate. Only the Jin army led by Zhang Yuan on the right wing was rushing into the formation with hundreds of cavalry led by Murong Feng.
After that, they gathered their formation again and calmly withdrew towards Fanghu Mountain on the right side of the battlefield.
Xian Yuqi slapped the saddle fiercely and cursed: "Damn it, the Jin army let loose. Zhai is a coward and has tricked your grandfather to death!"
Two bodyguards, covered in blood and dirt, ran to Xian Yuqi's side and said with a mournful face: "Headman, brothers can't stand it anymore. We can't stop the deserters. You should retreat quickly. If it's too late, I'm afraid it's too late!"
Xian Yuqi jumped off his horse while swearing, threw away his helmet, and more than a dozen personal guards protected him. He got into the fleeing crowd, got caught in the sea of people, and fled towards the camp!
Zhai Cheng stood on a high tower behind the camp gate, with blood-red eyes, looking at the tens of thousands of people in front of him. They were scrambling to squeeze in through the six or seven camp gates in complete disorder, even though the gate was very wide, with six or seven people in it.
However, this vast sea of people is still like a small gate. Many deserters were pushed down and trampled on the ground by the people behind them, and these poor people who were trampled to death became obstacles to those who came after them.
, just at the main entrance, which was more than a hundred steps in front of Zhai Cheng, there were at least more than a hundred corpses lying on the ground, turning it into a stumbling block, constantly stumbling to the ground for new people who wanted to rush into the camp gate.
Those who are lucky enough to get up can still escape with their lives, but those who cannot get up will always lie on the ground.
Zhai Cheng said sternly: "Tear down the fence and let the brothers in."
A lieutenant general opened his eyes wide and said curiously: "General, if you knock down the fence, how can you defend against the Yan army?"
Zhai Cheng shouted: "Damn it, if everyone dies, this camp will be of no use. Hurry, knock down the fence quickly, it will be too late!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the dazzling sunlight just now was dimmed, and a shrill whistling sound came through the sky. Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they looked ahead, only to see the Yan army's formation.
, almost a hundred steps away from the crowd of Ding Ling's defeated troops, he stopped, and from behind the big shield, a dense crowd of archers ran out.
, just a burst of emission.
Screams came one after another, and the Ding Ling defeated soldiers, who had completely lost their organization and leadership, rushed towards the camp like ducks being chased. Behind them were rains of arrows from the Yan army. Almost every arrow fell without a trace.
Suddenly, the deserters behind were like harvested weeds, falling down in groups. The living people dug forward desperately, and many even pulled out their swords and slashed wildly, but this time it was not
He is not killing the enemy troops, but he is killing his own people on the way to escape.
Zhai Cheng froze on the tower for a full minute. The atmosphere was terrifyingly silent. The sound of the wind was mixed with screams and curses. He could vaguely see Xian Yuqi among the crowd, waving his long-handled battle axe.
, wherever he passed, there was a bloody storm, and he forced himself to fight a bloody path and rushed into the camp gate. The two guards behind him also followed him, waving machetes, just as he was about to rush in.
In an instant, he tripped over the two corpses on the ground and fell to the ground. He just shouted "Help", but when Xian Yuqi looked back, he couldn't even see anyone.
Zhai Cheng closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and murmured: "It's too late, withdraw."
The deputy general shook his head: "General, where should we retreat?"
Zhai Cheng gritted his teeth: "Retreat to a place where there are no Yan troops. What I mean is, run for your life!"
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