Zhou Xian stood at a high place and looked down. Two large armies were fighting in a valley about five miles long and wide. There were a large number of peasant troops, with about 30,000 people erecting the banner of Luo, which seemed to be Cao Cao and Luo Rucai's troops. The archers were deployed behind the scenes, and the sword and shield soldiers bravely advanced, attacking upwards one after another.

There were nearly 4,000 official troops. The soldiers in front held white guns and occupied the high ground of the pass, stabbing downwards over and over again. The archers behind led their bows and shot angrily, and the feathered arrows shot at the peasant army like locusts. Every time the arrow rains over, there were casualties. Although each suffered losses, the peasant army had obviously more casualties than the government army. However, the number of officials was small, so it would be difficult to persist for a long time if this continued.

But although the situation is like this, the official army has a strict lineup and its formation is not messy. From time to time, some people fell to the ground and were carried by the soldiers behind. The defensive gap that had just been exposed was immediately filled by the people behind, restored to their original formation, and continued to fight. More and more peasant soldiers fell to the ground, their bodies covered the road ahead, and blood slowly soaked into the loess. The sound of drums was as noisy as thunder, and the shouts of killing were everywhere.

Cao Zhiyao praised: "I am worthy of being the Baigang soldier under General Qin. Faced with several times the enemy, I can still fight to the death without retreating."

Zhou Xian's face changed slightly: "Do you think they are Baigang soldiers?"

Cao Zhiyao nodded and said, "White-bar spear, bamboo shield, bamboo armor, these are the basic outfits of white-bar spear soldiers. But we had the news before that General Qin was defeated by the bandit army because he was dispersed by the formation. Strangely, how could there be such a large number of white-bar spear soldiers here? The number of bandit soldiers is the dominant, I think they can't hold on for long. Captain Zhou, should we go down and help them immediately?"

Zhou Xian pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head and said, "We only have more than a thousand people. It is like hitting stones with eggs at this time. Not only can't help them, I'm afraid I'll fall into danger. Let's take a look! Let the brothers rest for a while, eat something, and accumulate enough strength. If there is a chance, we will go down to help them. If not, they will have to ask for more blessings on their own."

Cao Zhiyao's face was stunned. He was a Sichuanese and had many contacts with the Baigang soldiers, and was very respectful to their leader Qin Liangyu. Before, he even fought with them. According to his original intention, he was very willing to provide assistance to the Baigang soldiers. Unfortunately, the troops at this time were not decided by themselves.

Seeing Cao Zhiyao's face look ugly, Zhou Xian smiled faintly and said, "Cao Guerrilla, whether it is us or the Baigang soldiers, they are all the army of the court. I will never sit and watch them be defeated by the bandits. But this is not the best time, I promise you. Even if the last opportunity does not appear, once the last moment, I will still send troops to cover them to withdraw safely."

Cao Zhiyao's face relaxed a little, he bowed to Zhou Xian and said, "I thanked Captain Zhou on behalf of those soldiers."

Luo Rucai rode a pure black horse, and saw his own army's losses getting bigger and bigger, and there was a faint look of anger on his face. He was so unlucky during this period. When he entered Sichuan, he had 50,000 soldiers, but now he had lost nearly 20,000. Although he had won many victories and obtained a lot of money and supplies after joining forces with Zhang Xianzhong, he always felt that it was not worth the effort. After learning that Yang Sichang had begun to lead his troops to Sichuan, Zhang Xianzhong suggested that Sichuan was difficult to stay, and only by working together to rush to Hanzhong could he completely break out of the encirclement set up by Yang Sichang.

After completely considering the current situation, Luo Ru finally agreed to Zhang Xianzhong's proposal. In order to prevent the official army from exploring their whereabouts, they agreed to date and place, and divided their troops again, preparing to go to Hanzhong together with them again. But unexpectedly, when they were about to arrive at the agreed location, they encountered this white-rod soldier. Although they were not large in number, they occupied the dangerous land in time and blocked their necessary path to Hanzhong. Although they were not allowed to take a detour, if they had to walk a hundred miles of mountain road, they would definitely miss the agreed date.

If a person is unlucky, he will be choked to death if he drinks a sip of herbal tea. Luo Rucai spat on the ground in anger and shouted loudly, "If you invest another two thousand brothers, be sure to take them down for me within an hour."

A long drink came from the surroundings, and two thousand horses roared and rushed forward.

Seeing that the white-rod soldiers below had lost half of their losses, Cao Zhiyao's expression became increasingly ugly. He looked at Zhou Xian from time to time and found that the latter had been staring at the battlefield in the distance calmly without saying a word. He hesitated for a while, and finally endured the anxiety in his heart and did not speak.

Half of the soldiers were damaged, and the formation was still unrest. Even if the white-rod soldier in front of him was not led by Qin Liangyu himself, the generals who led the army would definitely not be extraordinary. But their number was too small. In this case, at most one minute, the peasant army would break through the formation. At that time, no matter how good they were in battle, they would inevitably escape to the end of their life. Zhou Xian hesitated for a while, knowing that he could no longer drag him down at this time. He turned back and was about to order all the members to rush down to rescue them.

At this time, the gongs and drums suddenly sounded, shouting and killing Lian Tian. Zhou Xian looked shocked and turned his head to look. The white-rod soldiers who were guarding the pass suddenly scattered to both sides, and then the sound of horse hooves rolling like thunder. More than 200 cavalry neighed, slid forward, jumped down from the top of the mountain, and rushed into the enemy formation. On the back, the white-rod soldiers followed out of the formation, roaring wildly, holding spears in their hands and stabbed forward.

A general on the front side was wearing silver armor, riding a snow-white horse with a white silver spear in his hand, and a white silver spear in his hand was like a dragon. Before he could figure out the situation, a peasant general who was on the way was shot through his chest and landed five feet away in front. The general did not stop at all, and then threw away a shot, one of them flew to the side, and several people fell to the ground. The cavalry behind him all shot out and stabbed them, instantly rolling up a piece of blood.

The peasant army was striving to attack, but unexpectedly the government army would suddenly counterattack, and the cavalry was in the first place. They were shocked and dispersed to both sides, and the formation was suddenly in chaos. The government army rushed to the formation with two hundred cavalry, and all the spearmen behind them pressed forward. In an instant, they broke down the front of the peasant army and pressed towards their central army with an unstoppable aura. Luo Rucai's face changed drastically, and he shouted loudly to let his soldiers take over.

Cao Zhiyao's face changed drastically and he shouted in surprise: "One-eyed horse..."
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