Nowadays, if we fight, we have hope of survival, but if we don’t fight, we will die.
"If you hold on for three more days, the people of Bazhou will have completely retreated." Xia Yong said, feeling the thunderous sound of hoofbeats in front of him, looking at the frightened expressions of the soldiers around him, and shouted sternly, raising the crossbow in his hand,
"kill."
He took the lead and led the charge.
The soldiers and generals have formed a habit of running with the movement of the military formation without hesitation.
"kill!"
They no longer had any distracting thoughts, urged their horses to maintain the battle line, and followed Xia Yong to roll forward to meet the onrushing Jin soldiers.
Horse hooves were in chaos, dust was flying, and the two armies collided.
The fighting shook the sky.
Looking at the two sides who were fighting fiercely together, the soldiers lined up in the military formation stood still, with no sorrow, no injury, no consciousness, and a dull look on their faces, just waiting for orders.
Zhao Hanqing rode his horse around the open space in the formation, seeming a little restless and impatient.
"History, are you afraid?" Miss Jun said suddenly.
"What are you afraid of?" Zhao Hanqing said, looking ahead with bright eyes, "Sister, when can I go into battle?"
I had no intention of listening to Miss Jun.
Miss Jun smiled.
"I'm afraid something is wrong this time." She said with a solemn expression, "A large number of Jin people are gathering here."
Zhao Hanqing said oh.
"Are you afraid?" she asked.
Miss Jun smiled and shook her head.
Zhao Hanqing also smiled and shook his head.
"Then what am I afraid of?" she said, with a bit of arrogance, "Am I not as good as you? I can do what you can do."
Let my dad know that I can be no worse than others.
Miss Jun laughed and put down the crossbow.
"My crossbow is not as good as yours." She said, taking out a long whip, "I'll use this one."
Zhao Hanqing made a sound.
"You know this? Why didn't you tell me?" she said, "I want to learn it too."
Miss Jun smiled and nodded.
"Okay, I'll teach you when I go back this time," she said.
Yang Jing on the side lowered his eyes.
If you can go back.
Miss Jun is about to go into battle, which shows that she has made the decision to die.
After such a long fierce battle, both manpower and weapons have been greatly depleted. More and more golden soldiers are heading south. This time it is indeed dangerous.
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The situation in Baozhou was even more tragic than in Bazhou.
Firstly, because Duke Chengguo was stationed close to Baozhou, and out of trust in Duke Chengguo, the people retreated slowly. Secondly, the nearby state and city were on alert at first and refused to open their city gates.
When Zhu Zan brought the Shenzhou soldiers and horses to Baozhou, the peace talks were officially concluded, the Zhou soldiers retreated, and the Jin soldiers poured in like a wave.
Baozhou was full of fleeing people, followed closely by Jin soldiers.
Villages and towns were destroyed, with fireworks and ruins everywhere.
There was a sound of fighting in front of a village.
As the last golden soldier was split into two pieces by his saber, the battle finally ended.
There were corpses scattered on the ground, including those of Jin soldiers and those of Zhou soldiers.
Zhu Zan, who was covered in blood, looked around. Of the 700 people who came out, there were now less than 300 left, and every one of them was injured.
He raised his sleeve and wiped the blood from his face.
There are those of their own and those of Jin Bing.
But because the sleeves were also stained with blood, wiping his face made it look even more ferocious.
Some people were separated to take care of the dead and wounded, and Zhu Zan waved to the others.
"Let's see if there are any survivors in this village," he said.
The village had just been looted by the Jin soldiers and the houses were still burning, exuding a burning smell.
This also stinks too much.
Several soldiers couldn't help but cover their noses, while Zhu Zan and the woodcutter suddenly changed their colors, quickened their pace and rushed inward after smelling the smell.
What's going on? The soldiers from Shenzhou hurriedly followed. As soon as they entered the village, they stopped and everyone's hair stood on end.
The soldiers who were used to life and death also let out a low cry and stiffened as they looked ahead.
A firewood pile was burning at the entrance of the village, and the stench came from here.
But if you look closely, it is not a pyre, but a pile of human corpses.
Although many of them had been burnt to black, they could be vaguely distinguished as men, women, old and young, and they were obviously villagers here.
Although I served as a soldier in the North, I had killed gold thieves, seen battlefields, and suppressed bandits, but I had never seen such a tragic scene in all these years.
Many soldiers covered their mouths and retched.
Zhu Zan burst out laughing when he saw the scene, and his laughing eyes seemed to be stained red with blood.
"Look, look, this is what happens when you lose your home and country." He shouted hoarsely, pointing at the pile of burning corpses, "My great Zhou, my great Zhou! People are like firewood! People are like firewood!"
Oh my god, why did it become like this?
Everyone stood blankly at the entrance of the village. The injuries on their bodies did not make them cry. Many people had tears in their eyes when they saw this scene.
Zhu Zan laughed a few times, turned around and ran towards the outside of the village.
"Kill the thief," he shouted.
The scattered horses were reassembled, and all the soldiers mounted their horses one after another, following Zhu Zan and galloping northward. A town was faintly visible ahead.
"Your Majesty!" A soldier shouted from behind, "You can't go forward."
He stopped his horse and looked anxious.
"The Jin soldiers have occupied the town, and more and more Jin soldiers are coming." He said, "Jiang Caoshou asks the prince to return quickly. We can no longer stay here."
Zhu Zan reined in his horse and looked ahead. There seemed to be faint cries of people in the wilderness.
"How can you give up? How can you give up?" He said in a low voice. After saying this, he clamped the horse's belly, pointed the long knife in his hand forward, and ran forward past the soldier.
The people behind him did not stop at all, but followed Zhu Zan closely and rolled forward.
"You are crazy!" the soldiers shouted, anxious and confused, "The golden soldiers are coming."
It was precisely because the Jin soldiers were coming that they rushed forward without hesitation.
Don't give up, don't give up, save every one you can, otherwise they have seen with their own eyes what will happen to these people.
The army and horses galloped, and the city ahead became increasingly clear.
Every soldier clenched the long sword in his hand, waiting for the upcoming bloody battle.
The sound of whining seemed to come from the horizon.
The galloping horses were slightly startled, and Zhu Zan raised his head, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Is this the clarion call to withdraw troops?
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This is the clarion call for the Jin people to withdraw their troops.
Yang Jing was very sure. Listening to the sound of the horn in front, he saw that the golden soldiers were indeed retreating after a wave of battle.
What's going on?
Xia Yong, Li Guorui and others who had reunited after the battle at the front also looked puzzled.
They were panting, their bodies and faces were stained with blood, and they did not look relaxed when they saw these golden soldiers retreating like a tide.
"Is the Jin army gathering together to prepare for a new round of attack?" said a general.
Very likely.
Xia Yong clenched the long knife with his injured hand.
"Line up and set up your formation," he shouted.
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The sun was shining brightly and the spring breeze was blowing, but it was a pity that the air was filled with the smell of blood, making it intoxicating.
The phalanx stood there for who knows how long, but no golden soldiers came again.
Blood slid down his forehead and into the corners of his eyes. Blinking could no longer clear his vision, so Xia Yong had to raise his hand to wipe it away.
This action was particularly conspicuous in the purge formation.
As a leader, this is an unforgivable move, but Xia Yong doesn't want to delve into it now.
"Something's not right." He turned around and said.
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