Seeing that Wang Xuejun didn't believe it, the prince said anxiously: "At least they did not completely betray the royal family."

"Why do you judge this way?"

"Because if they really surrendered to Li Zicheng, the bandits would come in directly from the Ximen. But now there was no shouting of killing in Xicheng, nor did they see bandits entering the city from the west, nor did they see soldiers from the Beijing camp appear among the bandits. The little British Duke must have had no choice but to do so."

Wang Xuejun is not sure about this analysis.

But now he can only die as a life-saving enemy as he rushes towards his small team.

So Wang Xuejun waved the sword in his hand and pointed west: "Zhao Zhenwu led 500 soldiers to cut off the rear, Zhang Xingbang led 500 Yigong to block the enemies in both alleys. The remaining Yigong became a long archer and launched a cover and shooting at the enemies in the west. Kunlun slaves charged in the whole team."

With a command, the tired generals who had been fighting for a long time immediately mustered up the courage to fight westward.

Chang'an Street is not as spacious as later generations, and only twenty people can walk side by side.

Although the bandit army surrounded all sides, no matter how many people there were, they were limited by the terrain and could not rush forward. This was extremely beneficial to Wang Xuejun's team.

Five hundred archers, with one hundred as a team, can cut out the enemy on the opposite side with one volley.

Kunlun slaves took turns to fight with twenty people, and the baseball bat was swinging, and in a short while, they could kill all the cut enemies.

So the second group of longbowers who had rested went up again and cut out a piece of the enemy again.

The second group of Kunlun slaves who also got rest broke out again and waved their sticks again to eat the enemy.

This cycle moves forward alternately, and in a blink of an eye, we rushed through two streets.

But the urging drums from the Meridian Gate were even more intense. Although the Dashun army suffered heavy casualties and suffered heavy losses, under Li Zicheng's severe urging, they were already red in their eyes.

Killing batch after batch, continuously.

And at this critical moment, the giant arrow as the longbow was finally exhausted.

The Zhao and Zhang armies, who were responsible for cutting off the rear and surrounding the left and right, were finally submerged by the enemy.

Zhao Zhenwu and Zhang Xingbang were seriously injured. If Wang Xuejun had not sent personnel to rescue them, the two generals on both sides would have been killed.

Without the longbow to open the way, the battle became difficult again.

Although Kunlun slaves are powerful in combat, they are already exhausted after a long battle.

Without the help of the longbow, they faced endless enemy blocking and it was difficult to move forward any further.

Wang Xuejun is already crazy, and all his plans are proceeding perfectly according to his own ideas.

If you showed the combat power you just now and rushed to the east, you might have rushed to Chaoyang Gate.

Although, the enemy will not be so stupid that he will not close the city gate when he rushes to Chaoyang Gate.

But there is always a little hope.

He hated the prince now: "It's all your blind commanders, which have completely fallen into despair."

Faced with such a fight and such dilemma, and facing such regent criticism, the prince could only shrink his neck and listen to his roar and blame.

"Why do we kill again?" the prince whispered.

Wang Xuejun was almost angry with him. Only one street was left, so he killed him to the Jingying camp and to the Ximen.

If you propose to kill again, not only will your previous efforts be wasted, but you will definitely be seeking death.

Then the prince looked west, and there were still dense enemies with endless ends on the west side.

"Maybe the Jingying has really surrendered to Li Zicheng, otherwise how could they not react if we were so disturbed? If we just rushed over like this and encountered their blockade, we would be done."

Hearing such words, Wang Xuejun's eyes were red and ready to strangle this guy to death.

It is impossible to turn back now, and we must charge forward in an unwavering manner.

The Beijing camp was the royal family's personal army. They were not under the jurisdiction of the Governor's Office and the Ministry of War. They directly obeyed the emperor and ate and drank military pay, which was also provided by the royal family's treasury.

Moreover, most of the members of this army are children of officials, so we should be grateful for the kindness of the royal family.

Wang Xuejun made up his mind that as long as he rushed to the camp of the Beijing camp, Wang Xuejun was ready to put the sword directly on the prince's neck and threaten the original royal personal army, hoping that they could make them seldom bend and let themselves have a way out.

What if those guys are merciless.

Wang Xuejun also decided that it was not unselectable to surrender to Li Zicheng temporarily.

With the combat effectiveness of his powerful army, Li Zicheng probably wouldn't bear to be destroyed by him.

This is Wang Xuejun's typical opportunism.

This is the decay of morality and the distortion of human nature.

Sitting on the war horse, he shouted at the prince: "I feel unstable and lose cleanly. The more I am like this, the more I have to make up my mind to move forward."

Then waved his sword forward: "The whole army, try their best to fight to Ximen."

With his order, the entire army once again inspired Yu Yong and hedged against the enemy in the west again.

The men and horses of both sides collided again, and neither side had a way out.

Either charge and die in battle or be timid and killed.

Under such a devastating boat, the soldiers fought desperately with their eyes red.

The enemy on the opposite side seemed to feel something, and he refused to retreat under the supervision of the battle leader.

Faced with such a fierce battle, some bandits were also timid.

But the steel knife of the supervisor team flew mercilessly, killing the timid and retreating bandits.

In this short period of time, the number of people killed by the team was not less than that of Wang Xuejun.

Under the merciless sword of the supervisory team, these bandits rushed up to death. The battle between the two sides was like a burst of lava, hot and tragic.

I can't beat it anymore, I can't beat it anymore.

More than 100 Kunlun slaves died in battle.

And their arms waving their big sticks were already slow.

Even the iron-killed man had already been overdrawn in the battle for nearly three hours.

Some Kunlun slaves were already collapsed to the ground, facing the rushing enemy, they could only breathe and could no longer resist. They watched them chop off their heads.

And those brave and brave people are even more unbearable. Now even if the road is opened up ahead and they can easily walk through it, they can no longer move.

At this time, Wang Xuejun turned the sword and prepared to put the sword around the prince's neck.

Li Zicheng, aren’t you going to live the prince?

I will use the prince to threaten you and let me have a way out.

Just as Wang Xuejun's sword was about to turn.

Suddenly, there was a shout of killing in the enemy's retreat on the opposite side, and the enemy in front of him was stunned.

Suddenly, a thief exclaimed in fear: "No, Daming Jing Camp is dispatched."
Chapter completed!