Xiang Yang no longer hesitated, drew his sword and ordered: "In this case, let the whole army attack!"
"Instruct the whole army to pay attention and be extra careful when crossing Fulong Ridge. The whole army will pass quickly and do not stay!"
"Yes!" All the troops agreed one after another, scrambling to think about the march ahead.
At this time, Xiang Yang also gave up his hesitation and rode forward with his own soldiers. The towering peaks on both sides of Fulong Ridge gradually appeared in front of him.
Xiang Yang sat on his horse and ordered loudly: "Everyone march quickly, pass quickly and don't stay!"
"yes!"
Following his order, the entire army accelerated its pace again, and the leading troops of its main force had already entered Fulong Ridge.
Surrounded by his own soldiers, Xiang Yang also entered quickly, racing all the way but not finding anything unusual.
The exit to Fulong Ridge gradually appeared in front of him, and Xiang Yang's heart gradually relaxed, and he even began to think about what to do after taking Tanzhou City.
"Young Master, can you see? There is no ambush at all!" The deputy general next to him caught up and smiled at Xiang Yang: "The enemy has already fled and has no intention of fighting."
"Not to mention an ambush, I'm afraid there aren't even many guards in Tanzhou City, hahaha..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Yang was about to echo, but suddenly he heard a gunshot above his head!
"Snapped!"
Xiang Yang subconsciously shrank his head, and when he looked to the side, he saw that the deputy general who had been laughing loudly just now was looking at Xiang Yang in surprise.
The delicate fish scale armor on the chest was emitting traces of green smoke, and the blood that entered the pillar was pouring out from it.
The deputy general lowered his head slowly, his eyes gradually lost life, and fell off his horse with a thud.
"Enemy...enemy attack...enemy attack...!"
Xiang Yang, who reacted from the shock, immediately shouted loudly: "There is an ambush... There is an ambush..."
As soon as the words were shouted from the end, there was an instant burst of gunfire on the cliffs on both sides, accompanied by a large number of hammering wood and rolling stones.
"There's an ambush... there's an ambush..."
His hoarse shouts were covered by the rumbling gunfire. Xiang Yang had no choice but to order the surrounding soldiers who could hear him: "Run forward!"
"It's good to be out of Fulongling. Everyone, run forward... shout while running! Let the army pass quickly...! This is just a small force left by the enemy, rush over!"
"yes!"
All the soldiers agreed loudly, shouting and running forward to protect Xiang Yang.
However, after running only a short distance forward, he saw soldiers retreating from the front.
Xiang Yang was furious and shouted quickly: "Who told you to retreat? Don't you know there is an ambush behind you? Hurry up and contact the vanguard army in front!"
"Young... Young Master... there is an ambush ahead, Young Master!"
Several broken soldiers were panting and replied in panic: "There has been no news from the vanguard army!"
"There is a large enemy force in front that has pressed forward with fierce firepower. I have tried several times to charge, but to no avail. The general has died in the battle."
"They... they seem to be surrounding us!"
"What!" At this time, Xiang Yang was completely panicked. He had a vague feeling in his heart that this matter was not that simple. There must be some reason.
But in this situation, he didn't have time to think about it carefully. His intuition told him that the vanguard army was probably in danger.
The enemy must have a way to deal with the vanguard army, otherwise they launched an attack when they passed Fulong Ridge, why would they let them go and attack their own central army instead.
Isn't it possible that the Ming army was afraid that the vanguard army would turn around and attack them?
Therefore, the 30,000 vanguard troops must be in serious danger!
The warrior's wrist was cut off, and Xiang Yang immediately ordered the entire army to retreat: "Everyone, be careful, don't mess around...quickly pass through Fulong Ridge, we will fortify Minzhou!"
"Go quickly...quickly...don't let the enemies surround you..."
At this time, Xiang Jun in Fulong Ridge had just reacted and heard what everyone was saying. The young master asked him to move forward at full speed and pass through Fulong Ridge to join the vanguard army.
So everyone ran forward with all their strength, but before they could even take two steps, they saw Xiang Yang flying back.
"Everyone, go back...go back quickly...there is an ambush ahead, everyone retreat to Minzhou!"
It's easy to say that at this time, the ambushes on both sides of the cliff are attacking with all their strength, and Xiang Yang's 100,000 troops are being reduced sharply at a terrifying speed.
Those who were beaten to death, those who were trampled to death, and those who fled were countless!
Moreover, it was a full six hundred miles to evacuate from the vicinity of Tanzhou City in the hinterland of Tanzhou to Minzhou City in the hinterland of Minzhou. It took more than ten days to get there. How could it be said that it would be possible to evacuate?
Especially now, there are heavy casualties, all the supplies have been discarded, and even the organization of the troops has been disrupted.
When they broke out of Fulong Ridge, the 100,000 troops led by Xiang Yang suffered many casualties and fled in a rout. The soldiers tried their best to gather them, but they could only gather less than 40,000 troops.
Of the rest, except for some who died in battle, most of them were routed.
Looking back, just now, I was sitting on the horse saying that the Ming army was defeated, but now it was me.
Such a huge gap made Xiang Yang want to draw his sword and kill himself several times, and he couldn't figure out what went wrong.
Fortunately, the soldiers around him stepped forward to stop him and offered words of comfort, which finally gave up his decadent thoughts.
With the green hills left intact, Xiang Yang corrected his mood and led the 40,000 remaining soldiers to run towards Minzhou.
Some of the defeated troops gathered midway, numbering almost 50,000.
Looking at the soldiers around him who were in bad shape and whose morale was slack, Xiang Yang secretly muttered in his heart, "Don't talk about any changes."
The current 50,000 people are like frightened birds. If there is a slight disturbance, most of them can escape without the Ming army actually attacking them.
Sitting on the horse, directing the soldiers to escape with all their strength, I began to comfort myself in my heart, it didn't matter, as long as I lived, I could make a comeback.
After all, it doesn't matter if the southern front is defeated, the most important thing is the western front.
As long as the war on the western front goes smoothly and the Zhi army invades Dongzhou and joins the expeditionary army in Zhongzhou, the battle will still be won by itself.
Xiang Yang thought with such comfort in his heart that until now, he had not thought about whether there was an error in the intelligence, such as the expeditionary legion not succeeding at all.
After all, their military advisor has saved the Xiang family from danger several times, and he can be said to be loyal and resourceful.
It was he who transferred to Qingzhou, who took over Dayan, and who went to Qingzhou to rescue his father's hundreds of thousands of remaining soldiers at the critical moment.
Even if everyone would betray, he wouldn't!
Moreover, the 200,000 expeditionary troops are the most elite troops in Xiang's army and the best-equipped troops.
Under the command of a military advisor, there will definitely be no problems.
At this time, Xiang Yang just felt that maybe it was because the Ming army on the southern front was too far from Zhongzhou, and after all, water far away could not quench his thirst nearby.
Therefore, although they also retreated like the Ming Army on the Western Front, they did not have the task of assisting Zhongzhou.
Maybe they were just retreating, setting up a temporary ambush to organize their own pursuit.