Twenty thousand cavalry rushed towards the left flank of the Northern Xinjiang Army.

Pei Jian led more than 20,000 horses and came towards them.

The two sides fought on the left flank of the Northern Xinjiang Army.

Once they fight, the Northern Xinjiang cavalry can clearly feel the weakness of their opponents.

Regarding cavalry, the Northern Liao cavalry claimed to be unparalleled in the world. But in the end they were chased by the Northern Xinjiang cavalry and had no way to escape.

How could the weaker Southern Zhou cavalry be an opponent?

The right wing of the Southern Zhou Army was struggling to hold on.

Han Bi turned a blind eye.

Chen Guan trembled all over as he watched, and whispered: "Prime Minister Han, the right wing is in danger!"

"Don't mess up my mind!" Han Bi said calmly.

"Yes!" Chen Guan was excited, thinking that if Han Bi killed him immediately, the emperor would say it was a good killing afterwards.

The flag on the opposite side suddenly wavered.

"It's Xuan Jiaqi!"

King Qin raised his horizontal sword high and led the Xuanjia cavalry to attack.

A Liang was in the Chinese army, watching his father shouting.

"Kill the enemy with you!"

He saw the soldiers looking at his father with reverence and raising their arms and shouting.

"Long live!"

"Long live your highness!"

A Liang's body was trembling.

King Qin led the Xuanjia Cavalry and rushed into the enemy array.

The enemy troops were able to block it at first, but when the momentum gradually dissipated, they went from being evenly matched to retreating steadily.

"Prime Minister Han!" Chen Guan finally couldn't bear it anymore and ventured: "It's going to collapse."

Han Bi said coldly: "His son is in the Chinese army!"

What's the meaning?

Chen Guan looked at Han Bi in confusion.

The King of Qin would always bring his son to every battle, and he would even take his son around. The news had long been leaked.

"In every battle, the King of Qin will personally take command. Once he discovers a fighting opportunity or the battle situation is unfavorable, he will personally lead the Xuanjia Cavalry into the formation. He often succeeds. This battle is no exception. But his son is still there!"

Han Bi drew his sword.

"Everyone knows that King Qin loves his eldest son. If his eldest son is in deep crisis, what will he do?"

Only then did Chen Guan know Han Bi's plan, "Xiang Han knew that our cavalry was defeated by the Northern Xinjiang Army, but he still launched a decisive battle. This was to tempt King Qin to lead the Xuanjia Cavalry to attack. But next..."

He looked back at the three thousand elite cavalry.

"These are the last elites of the Bianjing Forbidden Army. In this battle, you should follow me in the battle."

Han Bi pointed his sword forward, "Attack!"

Han Bi led 3,000 elite troops, detoured from the left, and attacked the central army of the Northern Xinjiang Army.

Chen Guan stared blankly and suddenly shouted: "Wait for us! Let's go too!"

The King of Qin fought hard in the middle, constantly approaching the enemy's center.

On the left wing, the cavalry led by Pei Jian has penetrated deep into the enemy's formation, and the infantry is following up.

The Southern Zhou army was like a taut bowstring, waiting for the moment it broke.

"Your Highness, Han Bi has gone to the Chinese Army."

Wang Laoer saw the banner of the Southern Zhou Army moving towards the central army.

The King of Qin swung his sword to kill a man, "Kill!"

Han Bi looked back during the charge and was disappointed to find that King Qin's banner was still moving towards his own center.

Did he not care about his son's safety?

Before the war started, Han Bi racked his brains and planned for a long time, but could not find a chance to win. In the end, he could only use this bitter trick, which can also be called the Seven Injury Fist.

If it succeeds, this battle will turn into a melee.

The Southern Zhou army with more people naturally had an advantage in the melee.

But the King of Qin did not accept the move.

"What a stone-hearted King of Qin!"

At this moment, Han Bi had an arrow on the string and had no choice but to shoot.

If he retreats, the Southern Zhou army will collapse in an instant.

"kill!"

Han Bi shouted.

When the three thousand elite troops approached the central army of the Northern Xinjiang Army, only more than five hundred remained.

The last essence of the Bianjing Forbidden Army was furious at this moment. They saw a child.

The child looked at them curiously and asked the people around him: "What are we waiting for?"

He Lianrong shouted: "Da Langjun ordered, take action!"

The infantry on the left moved aside, and rows of archers drew their bows and nocked arrows.

The infantry on the right side moved out of the way, and dozens of monks were smiling gracefully. The little fat man at the head sighed: "It's a good time to sleep in the hot summer, why bother shouting and killing, hey!"

"This is a trap!"

In the flash of lightning, Han Bi turned around.

He was sure that King Qin had taken those monks away, but what were these in front of him?

The monks next to King Qin were holding horizontal swords and shouting for a fierce battle. The leader turned out to be Wu Da, who was wearing a monk's blue shirt.

The front suddenly became empty, and King Qin took the time to look back.

How could he put A Liang in danger!

"Han Bi, let's go!"

…

"Fire the arrow!"

"withdraw!"

The remaining five hundred cavalry protected Hanbi and retreated under the rain of arrows.

They continued to fall along the way, and the Northern Xinjiang troops on both sides began to encircle them...

Han Bi reined in his horse and looked at his right wing. At this moment, the cavalry was showing signs of decline under Pei Jian's blow, and was not far from collapse.

On the middle road, King Qin led the Xuanjia Cavalry to the center of the Southern Zhou Army.

"Prime Minister Han, leave quickly!"

The remaining cavalrymen were urging.

"I'm not leaving."

Han Bi put away his sword and raised his hand in the direction of Bianjing, "I am incompetent! Your Majesty, take care!"

He drew his long knife.

"Prime Minister Han!"

One of the cavalrymen turned around and exclaimed.

Han Bi smiled and put the long knife on his neck.

One pull.

A stream of blue blood spurted out.

His body swayed on the horse's back and then fell.

He was lying on his back on the ground, with a corpse on his head. The armor on his chest was cut open with a knife, but his body was not injured. A corner of a letter was blown by the wind...

——Aweng, I am waiting for your triumphant return at home...

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The flag-bearer turned back and said sadly and angrily: "My lord!"
To be continued...