Pang Tong was still on the battlefield and was surfing.

Several subordinates came to persuade him that the soldiers were in a dangerous place and that they would not be negligent at all, so they asked the military advisor to return to the formation.

But Pang Tong furiously rejected these suggestions and shouted: "I can see clearly only here!"

It was not that he did not know the danger here, but deep down he blamed himself for forcing him to do so. He hoped that he could bear the danger of war like the King of Hanzhong. To him, this was like self-reflection and self-punishment. If he did not do so, he felt that he was not qualified to be a minister, at least, not like a loyal minister.

The subordinates had no choice but to summon more than a dozen sword and shield hands, raise their shields and follow him step by step to cover them up and down.

Pang Tong waited in front of the formation for a while, and suddenly heard a noise not far from the west, and the neighing of horses.

When Pang Tong looked at him quickly, he saw several people running in front of him. He recognized him from a distance, which was the familiar face among the entourage of the King of Hanzhong.

They shouted, "Military advisor! Military advisor!"

Pang Tong heard joy from their voices. His mood suddenly relaxed, and he waved his whip and urged his horse to meet him, asking repeatedly: "Where is the king? Is the king okay? Where is General Zilong? How are the soldiers injured?"

The entourages reported: "The soldiers have suffered a lot, but the king and General Zhao are safe and sound. They retreated to the west and joined the old general Huang, and then moved closer to the central army! It was soon here! The king said, please wait a moment, and all the troops gathered together to retreat together!"

It's time to withdraw the army! This strategy for Guanzhong was a failure. Pang Tong suddenly felt a sudden grip in his heart.

But that was impossible. At this time, Pang Tong could understand the choice of King Hanzhong. After Cao Cao personally raised his army, it was impossible to seize Guanzhong. It would be great to be able to make the enemy afraid through this fierce battle today and win the opportunity to retreat calmly.

Then, the joy brought by the Lord Wuyang overwhelmed everything again. He smiled and replied, "Okay, okay! Go back immediately..."

After saying a moment, in the dark night not far away, a bowstring was plucking, and arrows were raining. At least ten sharp arrows tear apart the air, drew a terrible arc, and shot towards Pang Tong.

The sword and shield hands behind him exclaimed together, and Pang Tong was a literati after all, so he didn't react at all.

He looked at the dust from the arrows on several grounds beside him with some confusion, and then rushed to comfort the war horse that was manic because of the arrow.

When he tried to bend down to touch the neck of the war horse, he suddenly felt a tearing pain behind his back. This pain penetrated the skin and flesh, and the muscles and bones reached the internal organs, with a cool air, making people dizzy. Pang Tong lost his strength, and he pounced on the neck of the war horse, coughing in a hoarse voice, and laughed twice.

The entourages ran over in panic, shouting something. But Pang Tong could not hear anything. He fell off the war horse and hit the ground, making a muffled "bang".

About two or three miles away from the central army, near the upper reaches of Chengguoqu, Liu Bei and Zhao Yun were moving forward together, while Gan Ning was slightly behind half a horse. Around them, there were two or three hundred cavalrymen. All the cavalry were broken armor and covered with blood. They looked extremely embarrassed, but naturally they carried a strong murderous aura, as if they could make any enemy retreat.

Thousands of corpses were scattered on the battlefield, and the blood of people and horses evaporated in the air, mixed with the water vapor of Chengguo Canal, which was particularly depressing. But everyone in this cavalry team was veterans and had long been used to this smell. As long as the atmosphere on the battlefield was slightly calmer, they would walk among the sea of ​​corpses and blood, as calmly as walking in the garden and flowers.

However, just a moment ago, countless trusted subordinates who had followed them for many years died in battle. So their calmness also had a little more joy of seeing through life and death, and a little more heavy life.

At this time, Zhao Yun was holding the sword he took from this dance formation and showing it to Liu Bei.

The sword is about four feet long, and the sword is shining with stars and light. When it dances slightly, the cold air is breathtaking. There are jade patterns on the hilt of the sword, and the seal characters are engraved with "Flying Scenery".

"It's a good sword." Liu Bei praised.

After a whole day of fighting, Liu Bei was almost exhausted and sleepy, so sleepy that he could sleep on the horse's back at any time. He was worried about the safety of many soldiers, so he sent people to inquire all the way. Every time he heard that he could not contact a certain commander or a certain Sima to die in battle, his face calmed down.

But he had to cheer up and deliberately show his confidence to the soldiers around him.

Zhao Yun knew Liu Bei, so he came up to talk about some fragmentary topics.

"The person holding this sword is a young civil servant in a luxurious robe. This man is very good at fighting against me and slashing me with another sword, but he was just injured." Zhao Yun said.

Liu Bei took the sword and waved it twice, tried his hand, and replied casually: "Cao Mengde's side is surrounded by handsome men, and there are also talents among the younger generation. However, if you can match such a sword, you should not be an ordinary person, and you may be a great enemy of our side in a long time. Remember to let Shi Yuan send someone to inquire."

As he was talking, he noticed that Gan Ning on the other side listened to the intimate conversation between him and Zhao Yun, with envy on his face.

Liu Bei quickly called out, "Xingba?"

Gan Ning was stunned: "Master, I'm here."

Gan Ning's appearance was already rough and generous. At this moment, his face was covered in blood, extremely ferocious, and he exuded a choking blood and sweaty smell. But Liu Bei didn't care at all. He leaned over and pounded Gan Ning's chest heavily, and then held Gan Ning's arm: "It's God who can win Xingba is really helpful to me. Today, Xingba's hundreds of cavalry are trapped in the battle, which is the key to turning the situation around, and I will never forget it!"

Gan Ning's face turned red and she shouted: "I wish to die for the king!"

He was about to say a few more words, when the direction of the central army with a brilliant fire in front suddenly became restless, hundreds or thousands of people were making noise, and some people held up torches and searched tensely.

"What's going on?" Liu Bei was shocked and said to his left and right: "Go and ask!"

The cavalry ran out from left to right, and Liu Bei also whipped the horse and accelerated forward.

The two armies were very close, and the entourage who went to inquire immediately replied: "King..."

"What's going on?" Liu Bei shouted.

The entourage opened his mouth, feeling his throat dry and he couldn't even speak.

Liu Bei was impatient to wait, and shaking the reins, he passed over the entourage. Hundreds of cavalry followed him, like a strong wind, rushing past.

Then Liu Bei saw the helpless sword and shield soldiers, and Pang Tong who was surrounded by them and crawling on the ground.

Liu Bei jumped down from the horse's back and rushed to Pang Tong's side.

Pang Tong's face was against the ground, his body was twisted, and the wounds behind him were still bleeding. There seemed to be light in his eyes and his lips were still moving. It seemed that he had tried his best to wait for the arrival of the wise master of his choice. But just as Liu Bei arrived, the little bit of vitality faded.

"...Shi Yuan!" Liu Bei reached over and wanted to shake Pang Tong's body. When he reached halfway, he did not dare to use force and just gently covered Pang Tong's shoulder.

The first entourage who reported the message chased behind Liu Bei and said hurriedly: "A group of Cao's army teams approached the central army while the night was dark. It happened that Military Advisor Pang was waiting for the news of the king in front of the formation. The soldiers could not cover up their protection, and the result........."

Liu Bei seemed to be unknown.

On the road to restoring the Han Dynasty, too many companions had left. Countless tragic situations hit Liu Bei again and again, making his heart stronger than ordinary people. But this is Pang Shiyuan, this is my military advisor. Did he leave like this?

At this moment, Liu Bei completely forgot when he and Pang Tong had disagreements, and forgot his recent vague complaints to Pang Tong.

The losses of this battle were far beyond Liu Bei's expectations. Pang Tong's death was like the last straw that overwhelmed Liu Bei, which made him unable to control his emotions that had been suppressed for a long time. He shed tears and tried to pull the deadly arrow for Pang Tong, but his hands were trembling and his eyes were blurred. He reached out and grabbed it twice, but he couldn't hold the thin arrow shaft.

"King! King! You can't stay here for a long time!"
Chapter completed!