(Chapter 2 of today. Haha, 20,000 words ended this war. Brothers, we did it, we didn’t delay, and we could write it together…

Haha, brothers, do I have confidence in this team?)

In fact, they were too worried. Wu Yi's army is now a tired army. This battle has not lasted for a long time, less than two cups of tea, but on this battlefield where the army is fighting, not to mention two cups of tea, two or three meetings can make people exhausted and weak, just like being strangled to breathe. Players who play for the first time will feel confused and unable to breathe after running for two rounds, let alone on this battlefield where death is possible at any time. Extreme tension and the huge consumption of physical strength made them quickly exhausted. Later, they were simply relying on the instincts produced by long-term training and the motivation of the robes around them. They mechanically waved the spear in their hands, retracted and stinged back and forth, and did these most basic movements.

Seeing the white-robed army on the opposite side slowly withdrawing the troops, all the Wuyi soldiers were confused at first, and then a huge sense of joy came. They actually survived the battle? Then, the joy was destroyed by the feeling of fatigue and powerlessness that followed. When they relaxed, they felt that they had no strength in their bodies, and they were not sore in every part of their bodies, and they couldn't even hold the weapons in their hands. Many soldiers didn't have time to cheer and celebrate, but they just sat on the ground with their butts.

Sitting on the ground, I never thought about it anymore. Some people snore as soon as they lay down and fell asleep.

The officers endured the huge feeling of fatigue, shouted loudly, punched and kicked, and beat the soldiers who were sitting down, and regrouped into a stable battle formation to prevent the sudden attack of the White-robed Army.

The only person who was unwilling to withdraw was Zhang Sanyuan. He neighed loudly and cursed to summon people to meet with Wu Yi's army again. He was forced to take him back by his personal soldiers, and he still shouted and scolded him.

When Lian Zining saw the white-robed army retreat, he was stunned at first, and then ordered the Dragon Lancer cavalry to send orders separately, strictly prohibiting the Wuyi army from attacking at will, and everyone was lined up on the spot. Joke, the Wuyi army's infantry lined up on the plains to defend themselves, and rely on the wooden city to resist the cavalry. If they pursued, they would be counter-charged and surrounded by someone. They really didn't know how to die.

Like all the white-robed army officers, Lian Zining also let out a long breath at this time. He Laomao could see the current situation clearly, and Lian Zining could naturally see clearly. If this continues, his Wuyi army will be over and the other party's white-robed army will almost lose all.

But Lian Zining was not worried. What he bet was that his opponent did not dare to send all his troops here. From the battle just now, Lian Zining could see that the commander of the White-Board Army was good at seeing and seeing. Although he made some mistakes, it was a non-human crime. The more smart and cautious the opponent's commander was, the greater the chance of winning, because they should also be clear about the number of White-Board Army, and it was not worthwhile to lose 3,000 or even more White-Board Army in order to kill two thousand officers and soldiers!

If you meet a fool who is not stingy, Lian Zining will not be so confident.

He bet right!

Lian Zining's grasp of people's hearts became more and more proficient. He could even guess some of He Laomao's thoughts. After the distribution of strength between the large and second leaders of the White-robed Army obtained from the captives, Lian Zining had already had a problem with it.

Seeing the other commander who was surrounded by a large army and could not see clearly, Lian Zining was very interested in his heart. The leader of the small caravan that day has now become the commander of the rebel army with tens of thousands of troops across the four counties. And being sent by Zhang Geng as the commander of the four thousand households, this person must be his confidant, but I don’t know if he had seen him that day?

Life experience is also wonderful and tight. Everyone's talent cannot be killed, but it is just covered up. A caravan guy on that day, did you really put him in the position of commander of the Thousand Army?

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"Sir, we still have more than 2,000 soldiers, we can still kill him!" Yang Hu was covered in blood and shouted to Old Mao He's scream.

He has always been brave and good at fighting. He is not talkative and quiet, but he is desperate when fighting. He is nicknamed "Epilepsy". He always leads the way, and is the one who fights the front and the most desperate among several teams. He has been stabbed three times. However, under the desperate cover of the guards, he is slightly injured and not seriously injured. Instead, his body is covered with blood from others, and his white robe is dyed dark red. His eight hundred people are also the fastest progress. Although he was killed by the musket soldiers organized by Lian Zining and by the dragon lantern cavalry, under his leadership, he has already tore the infantry formation on the right wing of Wu Yi Army in two halves and divided and surrounded him.

Seeing that he could achieve great results after another rush, he was recalled by the retreating horn. It was undoubtedly like a thunderbolt from the sky. He was really 10,000 people couldn't figure it out. He had something to do, was angry, impatient and aggrieved.

Zhang Sanyuan was also naked and stared at He Laomao tightly, just sneering.

Qin Laoliu was glad and relaxed. He was old and could not catch up with these young people. He had been in charge of command just now. Although he was in charge of command, the tenacity and strong combat power of the Wuyi Army also made him frightened. He realized that the court officers and soldiers were really different from his previous opponents and would never want to fight again.

Zhang Geng just waved his hand: "If you continue to fight like this, you can win, but how many people can be left in our four thousand households? One is rising and the other is getting worse, and the big leader will definitely not want to see it."

All of them are confidants, so he just said it a little bit.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was silent and no longer spoke.

"It's not necessary to say anything. I'm carrying all my shoulders for today." He Laomao said lightly: "Send the order to count the casualties and withdraw troops!"

The casualties were counted soon. Qin Laoliu's Qianhu Sect, the character A, killed more than 200 people, seriously injured more than 30 people, and injured countless minor injuries; He Laomao's Qianhu Sect, the character B, were left behind, and there were basically no losses, only about 50 people were killed or injured; Zhang Sanyuan's Qianhu Sect, the character B, had the greatest casualties, more than 600 deaths and nearly one hundred serious injuries, and everyone was injured, and almost all of them were injured; Yang Hu's Qianhu Sect, the character You, was the most fiercely beaten and suffered great losses. Only 500 people who went to charge forward were left.

After this battle, more than 1,300 people were killed in the four thousand households, and nearly 200 seriously injured were completely lost, with countless minor injuries!

As soon as the numbers came out, everyone's faces were full of miserableness. Such a blow was really a bit miserable. In a battle, more than 30% of the combat power was lost. A thousand-household office was almost destroyed, leaving only a little blood left! Such a miserable defeat was the first time since the White Rou Army's uprising!

After listening to this, Zhang Sanyuan rolled his eyes and fainted neatly.

There was another mess of people and chaos.

The white-robed army formed a formation, leaving behind a solid part of the Wuyi army, and the others slowly retreated like a tide.

Lian Zining was not at ease and ordered the Dragon Lancer cavalry to follow and monitor. After a cup of tea, a cavalry rushed over and shouted in a loud voice from a distance: "Sir, the white-robed thief retreated! Retreat!"

"Retreat?" Lian Zining smiled at the corner of his mouth, took the Wu Yi army flag from the guard behind him, and rode wildly in front of the formation. The flag in his hand was flying in the wind, shouting with a neighing voice: "Brothers, the white-robed thief escaped! We won! We won!"

"Victory...Victory! Great victory!"
Chapter completed!