In Fanyang area, clouds swept across the sky with the wind, and cicadas cried in the gloomy weather. Thousands of horses galloped in the wilderness. Rounding groups of Jizhou soldiers took a short rest. They were about to go to the battlefield. Facing the rumored white wolf wandering on the border, they felt the atmosphere of the storm.

The nervousness, anxiety, and excitement were transmitted through the expressions between people. Many of the 30,000 soldiers were local troops stationed in Yecheng, and the remaining were small groups of defeated soldiers who fled from the north after Jiang Yiqu was killed. After meeting Han Meng, they were taken in and formed an independent team. He did not dare to break up these people and mixed them under his command. After all, the soldiers were broken. When facing Gongsun Zhi, these defeated soldiers had no power to fight.

After the order to deport the camp was conveyed last night, today the fourth day of today was on the road to Yi County. Although Han Meng heard how powerful the cavalry under Gongsun Zhi was from the defeated soldiers, he did not believe this exaggerated excuse. It is true that Lu Bu is powerful in the other party's army, but in the end there are few people, and he can only bully Jiang Yiqu and Zhang Nan.

"...After all, Gongsun Zhi, Lu Bu will face me and General Wen next." He rode on the horse, and there was an endless army between his eyes. The scout ordered the cavalry to send back the news from the front from time to time. After walking for a while, when the time was already right, the sun was covered in the clouds. The news returned was about signs of a war in Yixian. After a moment, Han Meng asked the deputy general to lead the team to march, and he led hundreds of cavalry all the way east.

In the gloomy sky, the wind whimpered across the field. On the way to Yixian, the hills in the distance intertwined with this field to form a unique scenery. Occasionally, flocks of birds drew trajectories from above. According to time, Gongsun Zhi arrived at the Giant Horse Water and went through frequent fierce battles. The war that happened at this time should be Wen Chou's attack with his leisure and waiting for Lao Lao. It should be more than enough to deal with more than 10,000 people with Wen Chou's martial arts and elite troops under his command. At this time, the white wolf's army should have collapsed.

The wind blew across his face. Han Meng thought for a moment, and suddenly a guard pointed ahead: "General, look at someone coming here." He turned his head and looked for the direction he was pointing. A figure riding a horse came over in panic. After running closer, the other party judged that it was a soldier from Jizhou on his clothes and armor. The other party also looked at hundreds of people here and fell out exhausted.

"Go and bring him here." Han Meng waved his hand, and the two cavalry around him rushed over, lifting the man from the ground and taking him to the front of the horse. When the other party's face was red with blood on his body, and a broken arrow was inserted on his shoulders. The soldier of Jizhou raised his eyes weakly, and his dry and cracked lips stuttered: "But...but General Han?"

"You escaped at the last minute!" Han Meng couldn't accept another possibility, but instead started his conversation in a more favorable direction.

The soldier shook his head slightly with his head down, "General... Go and rescue Yi County... My general is defeated... Gongsun Zhi attacked the camp at night... Many brothers have dispersed..."

This person had several wounds on his body, and the blood stains had solidified. It was thought that he had experienced a fierce battle and escaped after being injured. It was not the newly cut wounds that had been tricked by him. As he spoke, Han Meng's face became serious, and there seemed to be a figure coming from the Yu Guangli. Looking around, the figures in the distance were running wildly, or running on horseback.

Some figures fell down halfway and never got up again. When the people rush over saw that it was their own army, they burst into tears. The soldiers were cluttered in clothes and armor, but tall and strong. They thought they were elite teams under Wen Chou. However, they cried out loud at this time, and they didn't know what they had experienced, but they turned into this.

Han Meng turned over and dismounted and shouted loudly at the defeated soldiers who gathered over, "Where are you General Wen? Talk." The hysterical voice basically laid the terrifying fact. In the east direction of Yixian, more and more defeats were coming to this side, most of which were Jizhou infantry. Occasionally, several cavalrymen were seen chasing behind and shooting people to the ground. Then, seeing the situation here, he blew a whistle, turned around and ran away along the way he came.

It's over... it's over...

He had always praised Wen Chou for being able to easily block Gongsun Zhi, but this time, the other party was caught in a battle. Once Wen Chou was defeated, he became an isolated army. Han Meng suppressed his unknown premonition, and hesitated to move forward or retreat, as if he saw a mountain of corpses and blood pressing towards him.

Further ahead, several cavalrymen who had turned back had returned, and rode around with long bows and surveillance here from afar. Han Meng also looked at the other party, suddenly crossed the reins, turned the horse's head and rushed towards the army behind: "Let's talk about it when you go back."

Soon, he met someone...

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puff!

The bushes swayed, and a figure with a big waist and round waist leaned over a circle of branches and looked around, exhaling, and there were two or three hundred people behind him. As they walked out of the woods at the foot of the mountain, they took a strong breath, and a crisp sound came from the curtain of the back crotch.

"Damn... it's delicious to just go out and fart."

Pan Feng followed Yan Rou, and the Heishan cavalry who was dragging him over the mountains and ridges wanted to penetrate into the Jizhou battlefield from the side, but after bypassing Wuruan Pass, there were mountain roads ahead. Walking with a war horse slowed down the journey. The Taihang Mountains were too big, and there were always some places that they could not predict. In nearly two months, they finally walked out of the mountains on this day.

"Let's go, follow me to explore the front first." The horse turned over and shouted at the cavalry behind him, shook the reins happily, and could not suppress the joy of leaving the mountain on his face. He rushed towards the field ahead, while the 30,000 Jizhou troops were extending eastward. Soon after, they walked past several miles and encountered an almost identical team that was retreating, and suddenly they ran into one.

In front of the cavalry, Pan Feng slowly lowered his horse's hooves, his thick lips curled up in a curve, and he spoke in surprise, "I actually encountered Yuan Shao's troops here, and there was a general inside!"

On the opposite side, Han Meng held axe and stared at more than 300 cavalry on the opposite side: "When did the enemy cavalry come, I was my 30,000 soldiers behind me, and I dared to come here to kill me." Then, he raised his hand: "Since you meet, I will take them down. At least it will be considered a success and kill me."

"It seems that those who use axes are all very brave!" Pan Feng threw away the green branches above his head, took the cow horn helmet from the cloth pocket behind the horse's buttocks and put it on. He waved his giant axe majestic: "My sons, follow me!"

All the cavalry around him were Heishan cavalry, and they were not under the jurisdiction of Pan Feng. They were just temporarily transferred to fill Yan Rou and recruited the major generals. These cavalry were originally bandits. Later, one after another, and horse battles became common. At this time, they had been holding back in the mountains for nearly two months and had long been eager to kill one. The opposite side was also the elite of Jizhou. Even though there were few war horses, they still equipped each army with a scale of one thousand to two thousand cavalry. However, until the war started, they had almost never been on the battlefield.

Both sides were holding a sense of energy in their hearts, and suddenly they started to hedge. For a moment, weapons collided, shouted, war horses and war horses could not hide and collided together, and then they rolled and swept through the world.

可

The axe collided, Pan Feng pushed his arms to press the opponent's strength, and then the two of them opened the distance, "Ah!" suddenly shouted, the giant axe roared and swung across, blocked it, and slashed it with one axe, and then took it back with it. Both of them were powerful people, and they attacked each other, and they fought each other. Every time they hit, the sound was loud.

Chop, chop, chop, wipe, smash, hug, intercept... and even fight against the horses, two big axes are simple, heroically fighting head-on, the two fights for a while, the horses turn around, and the ground is bumpy, and the mud is turned up by the horses from time to time. Pan Feng's face is flushed red. Han Meng opposite him is not easy to live. He is breathing heavily, and the heavy weapons are swinging rapidly, which requires great physical strength and strength.

The two of them were fighting and fighting with a fever. They may have reacted now that they had not figured out each other's purpose.

Soon, Han Meng gritted his teeth and smashed the figure with a big waist and round waist on the opposite side, and turned around: "Go!"

Pan Feng was fighting, and he was reluctant to give up. He invited the Black Mountain cavalry to gather and start chasing. He waved his cloak and lifted the giant axe backwards. He shouted loudly with a righteous spirit: "Enemy general, can you tell the name of my general Pan Feng!!"

"Bah! An unknown general!" Han Meng turned around and cursed in front.

While chasing, both sides started to curse. Soon after, they turned over a forest ahead and crossed the hill. Han Meng took his cavalry and turned around. Pan Feng shouted angrily: "No courage! He only knows how to escape, but he can lose your Yuan Benchu's face. When he comes back, he will kill me three hundred times...I."

Pieces of frightened birds flew out of the forest, and the galloping horse's hooves suddenly stopped in front of them, and half of their words came to an abrupt end.

Expand the field of vision.

The winding army slowly moved slowly. When someone heard the sound, they all turned their heads to look at Pan Feng and the 300 cavalry under his command. The fleeing knights also stopped in the eyes of the crowd and slowly rode their horses back. Han Meng raised his axe, his eyes were proud and fierce: "Pan Feng, don't leave if you have the courage! Please take this guy down the sacrifice flag for me!"

A gust of wind blew, Pan Feng shivered while pinching the handle of the axe, quickly turned his horse's head, waved to the soldiers behind him, and whispered: "I won't leave, hurry up and leave quickly, let's go..."

Behind the crowd, there was a loud voice among the crowd: "Respond to the order, kill"

The sword and shield soldiers in the front line ran out and accelerated their speed. The cavalry on both sides also came together. Then, as Pan Feng and others were chasing at high speed, thousands of infantrymen rushed out of the formation, swung their swords and spears, spreading behind them, and hundreds of people were shouting, and their feet shook the earth.
Chapter completed!