The surrounding soldiers and horses were horrified, and the weapons in their hands froze. Taking advantage of this stagnation, the white-robed soldiers in the dilemma suddenly found a chance to survive.
Chen Er chopped down a Fan Yangbing in front of him with one hand and shouted without hesitation.
"Sun Zhe is dead! The general is dead!"
The shouts were like thunder and swept across instantly. Xiang Nan held up Sun Zhe's long knife, and the white-robed soldiers surrounding him repelled the soldiers who wanted to snatch Sun Zhe's body. Fan Yangbing finally lost all his energy and began to retreat.
Go, but there are soldiers and horses from behind who are still charging fiercely, so you can only avoid them in all directions for a while.
After this evasion, the formation completely dispersed, and it seemed like a rout, and then the rout really began...
Xiang Nan did not pursue him again. He held the spear and supported Sun Zhe's long knife on the ground, looking at Sun Zhe's body at his feet. This time it was really extremely dangerous. He survived. There was a noise in his ears.
"Which way are you from?" the white-robed soldiers asked.
Xiang Nan raised his head, and Fan Yang's soldiers, who had crowded around and blocked them, fled. The previous reinforcements appeared in sight. They were lightly armored and simple weapons, and their momentum was fierce. No one answered the questions of the white-robed soldiers, nor did they stop.
The footsteps did not chase the fleeing Fan Yang soldiers, but rushed towards them...
The white-robed soldiers who were cheering and happy to see their relatives became nervous. There were not many Fan Yang soldiers on the battlefield, but these soldiers and horses were still like tigers...
Some of them were running with swords and guns in their hands, and some of them got on their horses and galloped. It seemed that the swords and guns were about to cut down at the next moment, and the horses' hooves were about to step over.
Even more ferocious than Fan Yangbing before...
The white-robed soldiers were a little suffocated and grabbed their swords and guns. Couldn't they be reinforcements?
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but focus on a handsome flag fluttering in the distance.
Li Minglou lowered his head and said, "Let's go."
Fang Er threw his bow behind him and pulled down the commander's flag with one hand. With a flicker and a twist, the commander's flag unfolded like cloth, surrounding him and Li Minglou. He passed through the gate surrounded by more than a dozen soldiers and horses.
battlefield.....
There were whistles and hoofbeats, and the dispersed horses came running from all directions. The running soldiers jumped on their horses and gathered with other soldiers and horses.
"The Zhenwu Army is performing emergency military duties!" They finally made a voice, "The Zhenwu Army is performing military duties! All people and horses are out of the way!"
Zhenwu Army! Emergency military affairs!
I don’t know whether it was because of the sound or the momentum, but the white-robed soldiers avoided each other one after another. They watched the group of soldiers and horses galloping away from the front to the west. They really didn’t stop, as if they were running from a distance without stopping.
Already.
As for killing Fan Yangbing, it was just because he blocked the road.
Smoke and dust billowed, horse hooves shook, and the thousands of soldiers and horses in sight gradually faded away.
"Zhenwu Army!"
"The Zhenwu Army in the capital!"
"I know! They are going to save King Zhao!"
"Yes, they must know that King Zhao is in trouble!"
"So this is the Zhenwu Army. It's really powerful!"
The white-robed soldiers also came to their senses and shouted one after another. Then they looked at the soldiers and horses in the distance and were filled with admiration.
Zhenwu Army? Zhenwu Army from the capital? Xiang Nan kept looking at them, his eyes following the dust and smoke going away, but why did he seem to see a woman's figure on one of the horses?
In the crowd of soldiers and horses, in the fluttering flag of the commander, he is looming.
...
...
Sun Zhe suffered two fatal injuries, an iron spear stabbed in the abdomen and an iron arrow shot in the neck.
If it was just an injury, it might not kill him on the spot.
He stretched out his hand and pulled out the iron arrow. The iron arrow did not penetrate Sun Zhe's neck because of the protection of the protective gear and the distance.
But if there were no iron arrows, Sun Zhe would not die if the iron spear stabbed him in the abdomen. Instead, he would die, and Sun Zhe's long knife would cut off his head first.
Xiang Nan raised his head and looked forward. At that time, he did not know the location of the arrow. He did not even know that reinforcements were coming. At that time, he was focused on killing the enemy.
After everyone talked about it just now, he sketched out a rough scene. The soldiers and horses suddenly came out, first with crossbows, then hand-to-hand combat, and a few people were shooting arrows outside.
If they want to avoid being affected by the fighting, they must stand at least that way. Xiang Nan guessed a certain distance.
Being able to kill someone with one arrow from such a distance was really impressive, and he couldn't guarantee that he could do it.
Xiang Nan took a closer look at this arrow. It was very ordinary, so the real power was never the weapon, but the person.
The Zhenwu Army truly deserves its reputation.
The emperor is dead, the prince is seriously ill, King Zhao and King Lu are the most important people at the moment, Ankang Mountain must kill King Zhao, and the magic soldiers suddenly descend on the capital to protect Wu Ya'er, who is famous all over the world, must save King Zhao.
It seems that Sun Zhe was stationed in Surabaya and sent defensive reinforcements to Yizhou.
Xiang Nan's throat was so sweet that he coughed several times, and his whole body felt like it was falling apart. He couldn't help but shake, and the soldiers around him immediately helped him.
"General Xiang Du, please sit down quickly."
"Doctor, doctor, come here quickly."
The officials from various forts and Wangjun who came to inquire were shouting indiscriminately.
Xiang Nan sat down and let the doctors bandage his wounds. He was also covered in bruises from this battle.
By the noisy Surabaya River, it was already noon in the daylight. Civilians were cleaning the battlefield and collecting baggage. Fan Yang soldiers were stripped of their armor and weapons, pushed into pits and buried haphazardly, while his own people were carefully restrained. This time it was a little harder to identify than before.
"We don't recognize these heroes from the Zhenwu Army." A general said in embarrassment, "It's hard to be buried with Fan Yangbing."
Xiang Nan said: "Then wait." Looking in the direction of Yizhou, "They won't be there for long."
This kind of war will determine the outcome of life and death, and it won't last too long.
But the remains were disposed of faster than Xiang Nan expected. Shortly after he and the wounded soldiers returned to the fortress, the troops chasing the fleeing Fan Yang soldiers encountered a group of Zhenwu troops.
"There are not many people, a few hundred people, carrying heavy armor, shields, various weapons, and horses." Chen Er gestured with one hand to describe. He also suffered a lot of injuries in the battle last night, the most serious one was his arm. "They didn't
He stopped and said that it didn't matter if the body was buried with Fan Yangbing. There would be fun in the underworld, so just let us take off our robes and hand them over to the supply camp behind."
Xiang Nan nodded: "They have divided their forces. It seems that the situation over there is very urgent."
After saying that, he put his hands on his knees and stood up.
Chen Er stared: "General! What do you want to do!"
Xiang Nan looked at him: "Go to the toilet."
Chen Eryi choked and muttered: "Do you want to poop your pants? It's so urgent."
Chen Er helped Xiang Nan go to the toilet, and the doctor also brought freshly brewed medicine. Xiang Nan drank the medicine, untied his clothes, and asked the doctors to re-examine the injury and apply medicine to bandage. This action was no less than another
Fight again.
After everyone left, Xiang Nan lay down with his eyes closed to rest with a pale complexion. Chen Er also breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to go out.
"Chen Er." Xiang Nan's voice came from behind again, "Prepare your horses."
Chen Erda turned his head sharply: "You don't need to ride a horse to go to the toilet!"
Xiang Nan was still lying on the bed this time and did not stand up. His eyes were still closed. He laughed when he heard his words and opened them.
He looked at the young man and said, "How can I, Xiang Nan, watch this battle?"