Chapter 201: Fleeing

The next day, the sound of the horn sounded, and the small military camp in Tangshan started to stir up. It took two hours before a team came out of the valley.

Several people were monitoring the team on a small hill a few miles away. The team of thousands of people was twisting and dragging a few miles away. It was said to be an army, but it seemed to be more refugees.

Zhuo Bufan looked back at the team and was very satisfied. The Dragon Army had been training for so long, and it was not easy to make this look on purpose. It took two hours to go on, and finally Zhuo Bufan was in charge, so that they could think more about the days they had been happy in Yingtian Mansion and help them recall their true colors before. The only thing that made people feel strange is that there were actually quite a lot of horses in this scattered team, and the firearms in their hands were also inconspicuous.

Zhao Yinbao looked at the army in front of the military camp with a sad face. This time there was no such thing as their artillery battalion. The artillery was disguised as a straw cart, and the soldiers of the artillery battalion also became left-behind soldiers.

The drag team was rushing listlessly towards Chao County. As soon as they walked ten miles, they were discovered by the opponent's siege. At the same time, several cavalrymen of unknown origin were followed far behind the team.

It was dragged until dusk, and a team with a small number of people appeared in front of the team from afar. The sky turned dark, and you could still see the big character Zhang on the opponent's flag. It was obviously an outer guard force of the Eight Kings.

Zhuo Bufan's troops were a bachelor, and rushed over with a shout. The firearm in his hand began to start a sparse fire. However, at such a long distance, naturally even a bird could not hit a single one.

Zhang Chaozhong's troops beat the drums and fought resolutely.

I saw the firearms spewing white smoke, and the sound of killing sound shook the sky. Zhuo Bufan's troops, who rushed over like a swarm, had a little momentum. From a distance, dust and smoke were everywhere, and the wolf smoke was hazy.

At this time, the hills guarded by Zhang Chaozhong's troops were quite complete, with horse-resisting piles and trenches everywhere. Not to mention four thousand soldiers, even ten thousand cavalrymen would have to pay a lot of money if they wanted to eat the battle. The eight kings on the ground were not large in number, about two thousand people, and they were still quite nervous when facing the assault of four thousand cavalry. Soon, the attacking cavalry had already rushed to the range of the archery, and hundreds of archers leaned out to draw arrows and were waiting for sniping.

But at this moment, a bunch of fire-like white smoke suddenly burst out in front of the rushing cavalry formation, and dense dust suddenly aroused on the archers' positions. Large areas of soldiers snorted and immediately overturned. Not to mention forming an arrow formation, they could not even lift their heads under the dense projectiles. Seeing that Zhang Chaozhong's troops, who suffered a large number of casualties, were about to be broken through by the cavalry, some soldiers had already started to run back, but the cavalry that was rushing to shout, leaving behind a large number of flags and miscellaneous items, turned their heads, and fled to the south in a panic.

At first glance, it was not like Zhang Chaozhong's troops suffered heavy losses. Instead, the archers' shootings beat the opponent into a panic and fled. Some surviving archers saw this scene and looked down at the arrow that did not release an arrow in their hands, looking at each other in a panic.

It was dark, and Zhang Chaozhong's troops behind him didn't understand what was actually going on. Seeing that the other party was about to collapse, cheers erupted on the hills, and the shaking cheers spread ten miles.

The cavalrymen who were falling from behind and following Zhuo Bufan's troops looked at each other in surprise, not understanding what was going on.

Soon, a number of cavalrymen who were losing their armor were galloping towards this side. After a closer look, it was not Zhuo Bufan's troops. At this time, there were only a few thousand cavalry left in the thousands of people, and they were in chaos and galloping wildly. The speed of advance was countless times faster than the speed of advancement.

The soldier Zhuo Bufan, who was fleeing first, was stunned when he saw several cavalrymen who had not had time to avoid them, but he didn't bother to ask at all and ran away from them.

The cavalrymen looked at each other and shouted, "We are subordinates of Commander Huang, what's going on?"

No one paid attention to them. At this time, several people dressed in brightly-clad officers fled over and shouted, "The enemy is powerful and cannot be defeated, run away!"

In this way, more than a thousand defeated soldiers rushed by, leaving only these whistle detectives looking at each other.

Looking back, there were no pursuers. In the distance, cheers from the hills came from afar. The feelings were crippled by others.

I have seen those who have defeated the battle, but it is the first time I have seen it so vulnerable that one can defeat it with one touch. Thousands of people and horses have lost most of the losses in a blink of an eye. With such combat effectiveness, I am afraid that I can only kill sheep.

Several whistle detectives shook their heads, turned their horses and ran away.

At this time, on the hills, Zhang Chaozhong's troops began to clean the battlefield after cheering. The archers were almost killed or injured. More than 200 corpses were carried out one by one. A lot of flags and tattered armor were picked up in the distance, but no enemy's corpse was found. The garrison officer took off his helmet and scratched his head blankly. Is this a victory or defeat? The casualties of our side were very clear, but how much damage was caused to the enemy? How to count and report it? But it is always the fact that the enemy was defeated and fled. Perhaps, they did not forget to bring their own bodies with them when they ran away. Although this explanation is a bit far-fetched, it is the only reasonable explanation.

The remnants of Zhuo Bufan who were running away from his desperation ran back to Tangshan Camp. Zhuo Bufan stopped the horse at the mountain pass and watched the soldiers of the first battalion enter the camp in an orderly manner and fly off the horse. At the same time, several masters of the Shenyin Camp behind the palace came to Zhuo Bufan.

"General, those spies have left."

"Well, it's very good, be careful." Zhuo Bufan nodded with satisfaction and turned his horse back to the camp. The second and third battalions had already moved to the southern line under the leadership of Bai Bing and Xing Tianhu. In the next few days, they still had important tasks.

At this time, in Shenlong Mountain, several literary and artistic female soldiers from the Ministry of Culture were walking past the big stone checkpoint with laughter. Two months ago, the performance of sending out the Shenlong Army to the expedition was very successful. Xiao Yuhuan became famous and became a well-known star. The Ministry of Culture also showed his face. Now, these female soldiers are also stars in the eyes of everyone. However, the actor who played Huang Shiren was very frightened. A soldier who watched the performance might have empathized with the suffering and actually loaded the bullet and wanted to kill this bully who bullyed men and women. Fortunately, his comrades next to him were quick-witted, so he did not make a big mistake. Later, he was not allowed to carry ammunition when watching the performance. However, this in turn made the play premiered by the Ministry of Culture even more sensational.

"Stop! The road!", the red tassel flashed, and a little boy jumped out and shouted majestic.

"Yo, Captain, we pass by here every day, or do we have to look at the road?"

"The general has an order, no one shall violate it! Road rules!"

"Ha, so majestic. When you grow up, my sister will marry you. Hehehe." The female soldiers casually played with each other, showed their way and left with them.

Turning around the corner of the mountain, there seemed to be a muffled groan. A female soldier stopped in surprise and looked back. She saw that there were no figures on the rocks and she saw nothing.

"Yeah, can we really fall in love with that kid?"

"Go away quickly, it's getting late."
Chapter completed!