Spring and Autumn I Am King

ps: Sorry for the inconvenience caused to everyone, this is the correct chapter, and this battle ends today.

Both as expected and unexpected, after penetrating the weak front of Han Hu's army, the dead man of the Bank of China met with Zhao Luo's Wen County soldiers only once, and Zhao Luo was completely defeated.

Wen County doctor Zhao Luo has always been a coward, with a roaring soldier and a roaring general. After fighting for a long time, he was defeated by the opposing pawns and retreated. Half of the 2,000 people scattered, and the rest were reluctantly regrouped under Zhao Luo's generals.

But after staying in front of the arrows and the spear for a while, Zhao Luo was even more trembling than his soldiers, and he couldn't even stand on the car. He was afraid of Zhao Yang's wrath and did not dare to withdraw. Let the charioteer tie him to the car with hemp rope and make a clay doll without moving.

Just now, Zhao Yang drove over to supervise the battle. Seeing this, he frowned and asked the military officials to ask the reason. Che Yu replied, "Dr. Wen has a malaria attack, that's the only way."

Now, the soldiers of Wen County have just gathered, and they are still in shock, but the Han Hu team in front was suddenly penetrated.

Although the Wen soldiers were superior in numbers, they were all stunned by the fright now. The enemy was getting closer and closer. They looked back to see the order of their lord, only to find that Zhao Luo, who was tied in the carriage, urged him to do so. With the charioteer, drive away in a hurry! But for a moment, Zhao Luo's banner disappeared in the smoke.

He escaped!

With the courage of the army, the enemy army seems unstoppable, but the lord of his own has disappeared, how can this battle be fought?

The warm soldiers were exhausted, and before they could even wait for the dead soldiers of the Central Bank to rush in, they all collapsed!

Gao Qiang was overjoyed and continued to move forward, no matter how many Zhao soldiers were in front of him, they were all destroyed.

The reinforcements from other Zhao army formations did not arrive in time, but soon. They approached Zhao Yang's chariot and banner dozens of steps away!

It's near, it's near! BOC's victory is near! he thought so.

Gao Qiang, wearing a military uniform, carrying a bow and arrow, and holding a sword and a shield, breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was nearly sixty years old, he was also a well-known strongman in the state of Qi at that time, and he was resourceful. He also assisted Bank of China Muzi with courage.

Today, even if Zhao Yang drives back, it doesn't matter. As long as his banner retreated, the dead soldiers of the Bank of China would shout that the Zhao army was defeated, using this as a breakthrough, causing the suspicion and confusion of the Zhao army. Even if the Zhao soldiers cannot be completely defeated, they can be forced to retreat, so that Fan and Bank of China must all retreat into the camp and into the city.

However, when the Wenxian soldiers dispersed as birds and beasts, they appeared in front of Gao Qiang and hundreds of dead soldiers, and even more Fan and Zhongxing soldiers who poured in from the gap of the Han soldiers. But it was Zhao Yang's unmoving handsome flag, and the black-clothed guards who stood in rows with swords and died!

Gao Qiang took a deep breath of the blood-filled air on the battlefield. Zhao Meng, are you still unwilling to retreat even half a step?

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"Zhao Luo, a woman too!"

Zhao Yang snorted angrily. Shiqing Shilu's clan has cultivated excellent talents, and naturally there are also soft eggs.

Han soldiers are only vulnerable. They are outsiders and have many archers. They were broken through by the enemy's dead men. But Zhao Luo was the cousin who Zhao Yang had entrusted to him, but he was so unbearable. Couldn't resist a single blow from the opposite side.

"My lord, just drive back!" The retainers looked solemn and drew out their swords to guard them, while a white-bearded old minister persuaded.

"I've been on the battlefield for 30 years in my life, have you seen me retreat?" Zhao Yang adjusted his armor and looked up at the flags on the chariot. The wind on the opposite side had gradually slowed down. There is a trend towards the breeze.

"Come on, put my handsome flag on the ground!"

When the personal guards planted the black bird banner heavily on the muddy ground that had been trampled on by countless feet, and Zhao Yang personally unfolded it, the personal guards naturally understood what the lord meant!

This general flag is fixed on the ground, this has only one meaning, from this moment on, the more than 100 people in the Central Army will not retreat!

Zhao Yang drew his sword and said: "I prayed privately when I was doing divination, saying that if I, Zhao Yang, have no sin, I would ask the God of Haotian to help me. If the ghosts and gods think I am guilty, let me be defeated, and let the enemy use a noose to kill me. For the slaughter, use a three-inch thick paulownia coffin after death, no more linings and outer coffins, use unadorned horses to transport the coffin, and don’t bury it in the cemetery of my family, as my punishment…”

"If I retreat, the battle line will definitely be shaken, whether it's a strong wind or the enemy's dead soldiers? Look! The other lines have already entered the enemy line, and the two ministers are retreating, only here was attacked and destroyed. took a sip..."

"If that's the case, don't block it! If we win today, whether it's fame or territory, everything in Fan and Bank of China belongs to us. If we defeat it, I will no longer be a gentleman. We are no longer ministers, we have only one identity, losers, thieves, people who have lost their families and destroyed their families..."

A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, raised his finger to the north and said: "At this time tomorrow, if I were not standing in the opposite camp, I would have been a dead bone on the battlefield, life and death honor and disgrace, in this battle! Tell Erqing, I am Zhao Yang, is Zhao Zhifu who never backs down!

"That's right, I can withstand it! The reinforcements from each formation will arrive soon, and the enemy is at the end of the bow." Zheng Long on the right side showed a hideous smile, and he raised his head and shouted: "Follow the Lord. Die, die here!"

"Die here!" The black-clothed guards shouted in unison, then drew their swords to block the front row to protect the lord.

Looking around, the elite of the enemy army swarmed in from Han Hu's broken front, slashed the Wenxian soldiers who were desperately running south, and quickly rushed in front of them!

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From a bird's-eye view at this moment, under the impact of the cavalry on the flank, and under the pushing and shoving of the military pawns, the fronts of Fan's and Zhongxing's fronts were crushed one after another, and Erqing's two wings were deeply sunken inward, almost almost surrounded. The wind started at the end of Qingping and stopped between Lin Mang. The strong wind blowing towards Zhao Jun has gradually subsided, and the balance of victory began to slowly tilt towards Zhao.

But in this small area near the center, the elite of the Zhongxing Clan successfully broke through, and the Zhao Clan's coach was in danger because of the continuous collapse of the two fronts!

The dead men of the Bo people of the Bank of China, the bodyguards of the Zhao family in black, and the two most elite troops of the Qing clan fought together in this decisive battle!

Although the number of people on both sides is small, the fighting is unprecedented.

at this time. Zhao Yang is still safe, he is not afraid, not only because of his bravery, but also because there are guards from front, back, left and right. Zheng Long and the black-clothed guards fought hard to kill the enemy. Yang Yin, Zhou She, etc. were originally civil officials, but now they are not Also holds a sword in hand. Surrounded by Zhao Yang. There are more than 100 people who are firmly protected, although there are soldiers who are brave and not afraid of death. But he couldn't get to him at all, and he couldn't hurt a single hair on him.

The two sides fought, the spears and halberds intersected, and the dust covered the sky. This small battle that decided the outcome of the war entered a white-hot situation.

Soldiers continued to fall to the ground, but people continued to fill their positions, fighting endlessly. The dead man raised his big stick and smashed the heads of many black-clothed guards. The black-clothed guard's sword was broken, so he jumped up and hugged the soldiers of the dead soldier of the Bank of China, and rolled on the ground. Hit with stones, bite with teeth. Xuanjia and Cangtou were mixed, the blood dyed the yellow clothes red, just like a prophecy, the dragon fought in the wild, and its blood was black.

In this melee situation, no one cares about anyone else. If they are distracted, they will be killed by the enemy. Their eyes are fixed on Zhao Yang, and they can only protect Zhao Yang or rush to Zhao Yang.

Although the black-clothed guards were brave, they were relatively small in number. Although Han Hu, who was a little closer, sent some people to help. But he had just been penetrated by the enemy, the soldiers were frightened, and he was entangled by the surrounding enemy forces, unable to withdraw. Wen Bing, who was closer, fled in all directions, unreliable at all, and only a small number of them automatically joined the array of the black-clothed men to protect Zhao Yang's safety.

So in general. It was Gao Qiang leading the dead soldiers of the Bank of China, getting closer and closer to Zhao Yang. They could even see the dignified face of the general of the Jin State!

However, at this critical moment, there was a sudden commotion on the periphery of the dead men of the Bank of China who surrounded Zhao Yang, and everyone vaguely heard someone shouting in the distance: "The Zhao family has no shirt here! The thief is not going to hurt my father!"

Zhao Yang heard it, this was Zhao Wuxi's voice!

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Zhao Wuxi was fighting fiercely in the southernmost part of the front line, and he was about to defeat the opposing formation. It was not until he saw that the Zhonghang Clan launched the final blow against the weak Han Clan line, and then he realized that it was not good. rush to the rescue.

He no longer skimps on horsepower, but rushes to sprint. Originally, he was a little tired after fighting for half a day, but after seeing that Han and Wen both collapsed and Zhao Yang was in danger, he regained his energy and moved forward bravely. Regardless of whether the infantry behind him could keep up, he moved forward bravely, his eyes only staring at the elites of the two armies who were fighting, and Zhao Yang's unstoppable handsome flag.

Don't fall, don't die!

There was only one thought left in Wu Xie's heart, which drove him to abandon his selfishness and forget his fear and fatigue.

Although there have been many conflicts in the past, this may be due to the connection of blood. Zhao Yang's image has overlapped with the image of his elders in his previous life and became a "father".

Along the way, there were all the people who supported them in the past. Yang Hu and Zhao Yi saw the situation was not good. While continuing to fight with the enemy on the opposite side, they also sent some soldiers to help the Chinese army. They were in front of Zhao Wuxi. But it was quickly left behind.

Finally, before Zhao Yang was in danger, they arrived in front of the chariot and the handsome flag in time.

He shouted loudly, "Don't hurt my father!"

Zheng Long is at the forefront, and he has persisted until now. There are more than ten dead men of the Central Bank who died under his hands. This bravery is astounding. At this time, he is already bloody, and his leather armor is full of arrows, like a man. Hedgehog, almost fell to the ground by the enemy. However, when he heard Zhao Wuxi's voice, he suddenly jumped up, swung his sword and shouted wildly, with the help of a god.

At the same time, the black-clothed men who were also covered in injuries did not know where their strength came from, and they jumped up one after another, glaring at the dead men of the Central Bank who wanted to kill them with their swords raised, and fought again.

The stalemate between the two sides only lasted for a moment, and after a while, the dead men of the middle line outside seemed to be hit by a huge force, but they saw dozens of knights rushing into the formation. The leading man was dressed in black armor and white robes, almost exactly like Zhao Yang.

He held the ring-headed sword~www.wuxiahere.com~ and kept hacking at the dead man in the middle line, it was Zhao Wuxi! The cavalry behind him, either holding an iron spear, or holding a ring-headed knife, or holding a bow and crossbow, are all as brave as tigers and leopards.

Zhao Wuxi brought all the warriors who were eager to protect the master. Under their impact, the dead men of the Bank of China were fighting with the black-clothed guards brought by Zheng Long, and they could not stop them at all.

"The reinforcements are here!" The black-clothed guards cheered in unison, and the retainers surrounding Zhao Yang also breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhao Yang laughed in relief.

Gao Qiang was like an old jifu, he read the Zhongxing family to take him in, trusting his kindness, and decided to release his last ray of light in this decisive battle, and it was already the end of the battle. Seeing the voices of Zhao soldiers coming to help from the rear, and Zhao Wuxi rushing in, he knew that the situation was over.

Gao Qiang looked up to the sky and sighed, looking at Zhao Yang who was standing with a sword in his car more than ten paces away. Could it be that he is still a success today?

He was determined to make a last attempt, unloaded his big bow in the chaos, aimed at the nobles of Xuanjia, Gao Qiang, with the belief of mortal death, pulled the bowstring, galloped with one arrow, and shot Zhao Yang at a tricky angle!

(To be continued.)