When the Southern Song Dynasty coach saw this, he didn't know it. He waved his hand and shouted: "Retreat the troops with gold." He whipped his horse and turned around and left.
The golden bell rang suddenly, and the clear and sweet sound was transmitted instantly.
Beating the drum will lead to advancement, and ringing gold will lead to retreat. These are the iron rules of the battlefield.
They turned around and left. The hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses of the Southern Song Dynasty were well trained. The rear team immediately changed to the front team, and they rushed towards the road they came from.
Even though the horse had not taken a few steps, on the chaotic plain behind him, a dark iron-colored army came in with great prowess, sharpening their swords.
Iron armor, shield, square shape.
The drums were beating loudly, and the iron-gold tiger flag exuded an eerie chill in the sun.
"We have been cut off from our retreat." The one hundred thousand soldiers and horses of the Southern Song Dynasty immediately became a little frightened. There were wolves in front of them and tigers in the rear. Their two routes were cut off.
"Boom, boom, boom..." At this moment, a drumbeat as violent as a storm came from the two wings, the sound was deafening, and it carried an iron-colored murderous aura.
The fierce drum beat almost shook people to the point of losing their balance.
Two groups of iron-colored Tianchen soldiers and horses, accompanied by the fierce and chilling drums, attacked from the east and west, with majestic steps and cold bodies.
"We are surrounded..."
"Ah, ambushed, ambushed..."
In an instant, all the soldiers and horses of the Southern Song Dynasty were frightened, looking at the Tianchen soldiers and horses charging from all directions.
Looking at the iron-colored army with a cold and murderous aura.
They began to feel unstoppable fear, and they were completely surrounded.
Surrounded from all sides.
In an instant, the one hundred thousand soldiers and horses of the Southern Song Dynasty, who were still arrogant at first, were immediately surrounded by Tianchen's four-sided formation.
But I saw the black iron color spread out on the plain, giving off a cold and extremely chilling light.
The warm wind is flying, bringing with it an endless aura of killing.
Standing high on the rising hillside, Xuanyuan Che looked at the formation below with his hands behind his back. There was no expression in his eyebrows, and he only let out a cold hum.