Zhou Weiran's face was full of doubts, and his eyes kept turning as Liang Jun moved, and he kept muttering:

"What are you going to do? Are you going straight to my general? But with your troops, you can't deal with my eight thousand cavalry at once, right? Aren't you afraid of being trapped by my tens of thousands of infantry?"

The sudden turn of the Liang army made the guards nervous on both sides of the generals. Under the command of the leading generals, the soldiers raised all the spears in their hands, ready to fight the Liang army at any time.

But unexpectedly, the Liang army did not come to the generals, but passed by directly, without even looking at the eight thousand cavalrymen.

The doubts on Zhou Weiran's face became deeper and deeper, and suddenly his eyes suddenly widened. He realized what Liang Jun's real intention was.

Chen Yue went for the rear army!

"The rear army is on guard!"

Zhou Weiran shouted furiously, his face full of anxiety.

"Boom!"

Sure enough, Chen Yue's ten thousand cavalry made a big circle along the way and headed straight to the rear of the Yan army's camp.

Zhou Weiran's rear army was composed of more than 20,000 new recruits. Although he was not an old, weak, sick and disabled person, he was really not very good at fighting power.

Originally, Zhou Weiran brought them out to support the scene and train troops to prepare for emergencies.

Zhou Weiran's angry shout instantly made the generals of the infantry leader darken their faces, and began to form a formation to resist the horse in panic, and shouting loudly one after another.

But they did not have iron caltrops, horse-repellent equipment like the front army, and even had tall and hard iron shields.

Only the front row soldiers hold small round shields in their hands for close combat.

If you face a war horse, these round shields will be almost negligible.

"point!"

Chen Yue waved his palm suddenly, and Yue Zhanpeng and Yun Chen each led three thousand horses out of the formation, forming three conical front lines with Chen Yue, one left and one right. In front of them was the waist of the rear army's infantry formation.

Belly!.

"Guru."

A Yan army captain looked at the increasingly close Beiliang horse and the constantly shaking earth, swallowed unconsciously, and his hand holding the scimitar was already trembling slightly.

When the three cavalry front lines were only more than ten steps away from the stair formation, all the war horses suddenly accelerated and crashed into the stair formation desperately. At the same time, there was an angry roar that rushed straight into the sky:

"Fight to the death!"

"Bang!"

Chen Yue pulled the reins, and the horse's hooves jumped high, directly knocking a Yan soldier who was blocking him to vomit blood and die.

"drink!"

Before the horse's hooves landed, the spear in Chen Yue's hand had already pierced straight out. Just one spear pierced the round shield with no defense, and then penetrated into the chest of the Yan soldiers behind him.

After the war horse landed on the ground, Chen Yue held the handle of the spear tightly and swung his arm fiercely. With a bang, several more Yan soldiers were swept backwards by the spear.

"kill!"

Flashes of roars came out of the mouth of the cavalry.

The three conical front lines were inserted into the stepping array without any stagnation.

This fragile horse-resisting formation had no resistance under the horse's hooves of the Beiliang horse.

The spear kept stabbing out of the hands of the cavalry of Zhen Liao army, not pursuing every time the enemy was killed, but only pursuing the speed of breaking through the formation.

At the front of the front line are the thousand snow-white war horses, the thousand brave and warlike Liang's personal army, and the Dust-word King flag that rusts in the strong wind.

All the cavalry would look at the king's flag from time to time while rushing forward. They knew that under the king's flag was where King Liang was.

Even King Liang rushed to the front without caring about his life. What reason do they have to not fight to the death?

This is just one reason that makes everyone desperate.

Zhou Weiran's face on the stage was so gloomy that he could squeeze out the ink. He never thought that the rear army would be attacked, and the eight thousand cavalrymen who stayed in the rear army were transferred away by him. He was the only one.

All my reliance is gone.

Now the Liang army has advanced rapidly in the infantry formation, and it will be useless to mobilize cavalry in the past. Could it be that it will rush into its own formation?

The flag soldiers and drummers on both sides of the General Taiwan kept giving orders, hoping that the infantry could establish a second and third line of defense behind them to block the momentum of the Liang army's attack.

Unfortunately, these panicked new recruits could not stand in line to defend against the enemy. They just held the sword and gun in a daze and looked left and right. When death came, they realized that they would run away.

"King, this rear army may not be able to stop the Liang army." A deputy general stood beside Zhou Weiran and said bitterly.

"Damn it! A bunch of trash!"

Zhou Weiran cursed angrily, and the blue veins on his forehead were exposed.

Seeing that the king flag had penetrated deep into the center of the infantry formation, several conical front lines rushed the infantry into pieces, but Zhou Weiran had no choice.

"King, if the cavalry on the front line is not transferred back, if the rear army completely collapses, it will be a huge loss." The deputy general said worriedly.

Zhou Weiran's face was gloomy and hesitated for a long time before gritting his teeth and saying, "Mingjin takes the troops!"

"promise!"

No matter how fierce the cavalry is, it is impossible to smash the infantry formation in one go, but if the Liang army is allowed to rush into the infantry formation unscrupulously, then these 20,000 to 30,000 soldiers will really flow into blood.

Withdrawing the cavalry on the front line and forcing Chen Yue to withdraw from the infantry formation was his only choice now.

"Ding~Ding~Ding~"

The loud sound of gold sounded, and Wanyan Bi, who was fighting in the battle formation, was stunned. He turned his head to look at his own camp, and was inexplicably in the inside.

"Damn, what's the matter!"

Although I don’t know what happened, Wanyan Bi couldn’t disobey the battlefield, and gritted his teeth and shouted: “Retreat! Withdraw!”

Tens of thousands of Yan troops entangled with the Zhenliao Army quickly broke away from the battle circle and retreated to their own formation.

"Well, the reaction was quite fast." Chen Yue also noticed Yan Jun's actions and muttered on the horse's back.

At this time, his front line had already emerged, and he was stabbed through the infantry and military formation.

"Your Majesty, I'm not satisfied. I want to kill him again." Yue Zhanpeng said with some interest.

"Forget it, let's go! The people we killed this time are enough to hurt this Dongting King." Chen Yue's mouth curled.

Ten thousand cavalry broke into the southeast of the infantry phalanx, and circled along the southwest of the phalanx to return to the original formation, and circled a complete arc.

This time the formation was chiseled alone, more than 2,000 corpses were left in the Yan army formation, not to mention being trampled to death and injured.

Wanyan Bi returned to the formation. At this time, he had figured out what had happened. Looking at the Dust-word King Banner that was leaving, he wanted to chase after him and take a bite.

But he couldn't do it, because after this time of chiseling the formation, his morale had fallen to a low point, and he could barely gain any advantage after fighting.

Zhou Weiran stopped his horse and walked to Wanyan Bi's side, and said angrily: "He is lucky this time! Let's go!"

"Retreat troops~"

"Ding~Ding~Ding~"
Chapter completed!