Jiang Fan killed five Mo Jun generals in one go, immediately suppressing Mo Jun's morale. The soldiers did not dare to rush forward rashly, and the other generals also hid far away.
The Pingyuan Army was rich in experience. Seeing the enemy's morale weakening, they immediately seized the opportunity and used Jiang Fan's remaining power to press forward, forcing the entire Mo army's formation to retreat continuously.
Although the Mo army has a large number of people, the road is narrow and the advantage of the large number of people cannot be realized. Just now, the Mo army was able to compete with the Feng army with its momentum. Now that the momentum is gone, how can it still be the opponent of the Pingyuan army?
Lu Hongming watched helplessly as his soldiers were being defeated steadily. He was angry in his heart and his face turned red. He drew his sword, urged his horse to rush forward, and shouted loudly as he ran: "No retreat! No one is allowed to retreat! Cower in front of the battle."
Those who are killed will be killed without mercy..."
Before he finished shouting, a general rushed over, approached Lu Hongming, and said in a trembling voice: "General, the enemy army is fierce and the terrain is unfavorable to our army. This battle can no longer be fought!"
When Lu Hongming heard this, he was so angry that stars were popping up in his eyes. He waved his sword and hit the general on the head with a sword. He roared angrily: "Are you the leader or am I the leader? I just said that you can't rush to kill."
In the past, you don’t have to come back!”
Fortunately, he doesn't know Lingwu, and the general has spiritual armor to protect his body. It's nothing to resist his sword. The general grinned and said: "General, brothers really can't rush through. Among the Feng Army,
There is a fierce general Jiang Fan sitting in charge, and he has killed five generals of our army just now! If the fight continues, I'm afraid... I'm afraid all my brothers will be killed..." After saying this, the general almost shed tears.
What? Jiang Fan is here?! Hearing this, Lu Hongming was also shocked. He was a literary general, but he was very familiar with Jiang Fan's reputation.
If Jiang Fan were here, it would be understandable that he couldn't rush through. If the king knew about it, he might not blame himself deeply. Until now, what Lu Hongming was thinking about was not how to help him get into the water, but whether he would bear the burden.
on responsibility.
After pondering for a moment, Lu Hongming simply waved his hand back and said: "The enemy has been ambushing you for a long time, and Jiang Fan is doing evil. Our army will never be able to win. Send my military order and the whole army will retreat!"
His order to retreat made the general sigh with relief. The latter hurriedly raised his hands and said: "The general is wise!" After saying this, without delaying for a moment, he turned his horse's head and hurriedly conveyed the retreat information to the soldiers who were fighting in front.
Order.
If Lu Hongming did not retreat, the Mo army could still withstand the Feng army's attack. Now that the order was given to retreat, the remaining morale of the Mo army had completely disappeared. There was no one left to break up the rear. No matter it was the soldiers below or the generals above, they all
They all turned around and ran back.
Seeing that the enemy troops had withdrawn, the momentum of the Feng army became stronger. The heavy shield soldiers retracted their shields with tacit understanding and fought sideways. The Feng army behind them rushed out from the gaps between the heavy shield soldiers with swords and spears in hand like tigers coming out of their cages.
Shouting, he ran wildly to catch up with the retreating Mo Jun, and launched a mad killing spree.
In a face-to-face confrontation, Mo Jun was not an opponent. Now that he left his back to others, the fate could be imagined. Countless Mo Jun were cut down to the ground by Feng Jun during the retreat. Some were killed on the spot, and some were killed.
The injured soldiers fell to the ground, but before the injured soldiers could get up from the ground, the Feng army that was chasing them had already trampled over them mercilessly.
Mo Jun retreated all the way and died all the way. The corpses left on the ground were piled up in piles and piles, almost covering the official road.
But even so, Mo Jun could not retreat completely. When Mo Jun was escaping in panic, he heard a whistle from ahead. Two Feng Generals, wearing spiritual armor and holding spiritual knives, rushed out of the woods at the lead. The two of them were on the road.
He immediately slashed his sword in the center and yelled at the retreating Mo Jun: "Mo Jun, listen, this road is blocked!" While the two of them were shouting, densely packed Feng Jun came out of the woods and came up.
The Taoist official said, quickly forming a fighting formation and at the same time blocking the Mo army's retreat.
These two generals are Zhang Ling and Zhao Shun, the commanders of the sixth and seventh regiments of the Pingyuan Army.
It was fine that there were pursuers in the rear, but now even the way forward was blocked by the Feng Army. Now Mo Jun was in disarray, and even Lu Hongming's face suddenly changed, with a look of horror in his eyes.
There was no time to think carefully about countermeasures. Lu Hongming shouted to the left and right like crazy: "Charge over! Rush over immediately!"
This time he did not need to give orders, Mo Jun would naturally use all his strength. At this time, there were enemy troops in front and behind them. They were already in a desperate situation. If they could not break out, they would only die. How could people survive in order to survive?
Don't fight to the death.
A large number of Mo troops roared and launched an almost suicidal charge towards the Feng army in front. However, before people could get close to the Feng army, an arrow formation came towards them.
Pounce, pounce, pounce - the sound of arrows piercing armor resounded in the Mo army camp. The soldiers in the front were shot like hedgehogs by the arrow array, rolling and falling to the ground. The Mo army behind wanted to jump over the corpses of their companions.
They continued to charge forward, but a new round of arrows hit them.
It was extremely cruel to charge against the arrow formation, but Mo Jun had no way out. He could only grit his teeth and rush forward. The soldiers below fell down row after row, under the arrow formation of the Pingyuan Army.
Even the generals who were wearing spiritual armor were unable to resist. In just a blink of an eye, their spiritual armor was shattered by the dense rain of arrows. Then, their bodies were covered with eagle feathers, and they screamed and fell off their horses.
It can be said that the Mo army who broke through had to step on hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands of corpses of their comrades before they managed to rush to the Feng army.
As soon as the Mo army approached, the heavy shield hand of the Feng army first stabilized their own position with their shields. At the same time, countless spears and halberds stabbed out from behind. In an instant, the Mo soldiers who finally rushed up were stabbed into a hornet's nest and covered with blood.
The top and bottom were covered with bloody holes.
"kill--"
As the people shouted in unison, the soldiers of the Pingyuan Army collectively took a step forward, and another row of Mo soldiers who rushed up were stabbed to the ground.
"Kill! Kill, kill -"
The shouts of the Pingyuan Army are getting louder and louder, and the overall formation is advancing faster and faster. With the Pingyuan Army ready and in good formation, it is too difficult to break them up.
The country's infantry can do it.
The Mo army used all their strength to break through, but instead of pushing back the Feng army, they were forced to retreat involuntarily by the Feng army.
Lu Hongming, who is so proficient in the art of war, was dumbfounded at this time. The military books and strategies he had filled with him were completely useless at this time. Seeing the wind troops in front and behind him constantly squeezing his own side, the number of his own soldiers became less and less as the battle continued. The original eighty thousand soldiers
At this time, there were not even 50,000 people present, and he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart. Could it be that he was going to die here today?
Just when he was helpless and feeling desperate, two generals who were covered in blood and had arrows stuck in their shoulders galloped over on their horses. When they came to Lu Hongming, they both reined in their horses and said in a hurry: "General.
, the wind thieves have been prepared for a long time, and have blocked all the front and retreat routes of our army. It is impossible to force a sudden attack. General, it is better to run into the woods as soon as possible!"
Lu Hongming looked up to the sky and sighed, run? Easier said than done! There were so many ambushes hidden in the woods. Where should I run?
Seeing that his expression was dull and he didn't speak, the two generals' eyes were red with anxiety and they screamed: "General, if you don't leave, it will be too late! General, leave quickly!"
Lu Hongming murmured: "What if there is an ambush in the forest..."
"We can't control that much now. Even if there is an ambush, there may still be hope of escaping through the woods as a cover!"
"Yes, General, it's better than waiting to die here!"
Lu Hongming sighed: "But if I escape, what will my brothers do?" He has worked with these Mo Jun soldiers for several years. It is impossible to say that he has no feelings.
"General, brothers also have to break out from the woods. Now we can run as much as we can!"
"Alas! It can only be like this..." Lu Hongming looked at the critical situation on the battlefield, and finally accepted the advice of his generals, gave up the official route, and led the remaining defeated soldiers to break out into the woods.
The main force of the Pingyuan Army was used to intercept the Mo Army. There were not many soldiers ambushing in the woods. However, the positions occupied by the people were carefully designed by Jiang Fan.
Attacked.
These few wind soldiers caused great damage to the Mo soldiers who fled into the forest. Cold arrows flew from all directions from time to time. The Mo soldiers who were running desperately just now may be shot by stray arrows in an instant and become erect.
The body of Mo Jun, coupled with the two wind troops pursuing him, Mo Jun's escape can only be described as extremely miserable.
In order to hide his identity, Lu Hongming even abandoned his war horse, took off his helmet, mingled with the crowd of Mo Jun, and ran with the crowd. The two generals also abandoned their horses, protected Lu Hongming's left and right, and tried their best to break out of the encirclement.
In the end, Lu Hongming didn't remember how long he had been running in the woods. He just felt that his lungs were about to explode and he was covered in sweat. His feet gave way and he fell to the ground with a plop. He had no strength to speak.
All that was left was gasping for air.
The two generals didn't dare to delay any longer. Each of them grabbed one of Lu Hongming's arms and dragged him to continue escaping deeper into the woods.
I don't know how long it took, but the shouts of killing finally disappeared. It was only then that the two generals slowed down and let Lu Hongming go.
Without the support of the two generals, Lu Hongming collapsed on the ground as if he had no bones, his mouth opened wide, and he retched.
The two generals helped him beat his chest and his back, and it took a while for Lu Hongming to catch his breath. The latter lay on the ground, breathing heavily, and waved his hands at the two of them.
, meaning that I am exhausted and can no longer run.
Seeing his appearance, as if he was about to be exhausted to death, the two generals did not dare to drag him away anymore. After running for so long, the generals felt extremely tired no matter how skilled they were in spiritual martial arts. The two of them slowly
He sat down slowly and looked around, tears almost falling.
The 80,000-strong army that was temporarily launched now does not even have 800 people. The few hundred people have their armor crooked, covered in blood, and their faces are numb, desperate, and lifeless.