He stood on the edge of the battlefield and saw the soldiers of the Fengyun Iron Cavalry flexibly and easely manipulating the iron cone formation under the command of the horn, killing recklessly and invincible. His soldiers were exhausted, and they were chased and killed without any power to fight back, with heavy casualties. Because the incident suddenly happened, the Qiang and Hu cavalry caught off guard and had no time to form a formation, so they could only gather temporarily and fight back in a scattered formation, just like in a hurry, using his five fingers to fight against the opponent's sharp punch, and the defeat was decided early.

I don't know if it was because of the severe pain or because his subordinates were already left and had no power to fight, Nie Xiao smelled the increasingly strong breath of death. He issued a wrong order, and he ordered his subordinates to withdraw from the battlefield and escape south with all their might in the light.

Li Hong suddenly found that the enemies around him fled, and was ecstatic and shouted loudly: "To the east..., attack east..."

The sound of the horn suddenly soared into the sky.

The soldiers of the Fengyun Iron Cavalry were cheering and thunderous, and they rode their horses like flying, killing to the battlefield east, and shouting and killing sounds were earth-shaking.

Xian Yufu smiled slightly and said to the soldiers who were accompanying him: "We won, we won."

"Beat the drum...beat the drum...we won..."

Amid the cheers of the soldiers, the war drums were beaten violently, the drums were vigorous and vigorous, majestic, and soaring straight into the sky.

The Han soldiers in the square formation were inspired by the sound of drums and shouted wildly. Their high fighting spirit and rainbow morale made the enemy lose their souls.

Li Wenhou was desperate. He looked at the Fengyun Iron Cavalry rushing from the west battlefield, and then at the infantry phalanx that had not yet been defeated on the east battlefield, and was completely desperate.

He could not believe that the infantry formation in Jizhou could withstand the continuous attacks of his tens of thousands of cavalry. Looking at the battlefield where corpses were everywhere, looking at the Han battle flag standing proudly in the morning light, and looking at the enemy with a rainbow of morale, he smiled helplessly.

Beigong Boyu, where are you? Are you dead? Li Wenhou looked up at the sky and murmured to himself.

"Retreat..." Li Wenhou said softly. No one heard it. Everyone was looking at the Fengyun Iron Cavalry who was coming like a tide of mountains and seas.

"Retreat..." Li Wenhou yelled in a panic, "Retreat..."

The low and long sound of the ox horns hovered on the banks of the Ling River, helpless and desolate.

Failure is irreversible, but retreating does not mean retreating. On the battlefield, the soldiers of both sides fought together, and even if they wanted to escape, they needed time and a way to retreat.

The Fengyun Iron Cavalry arrived in an instant, and the Qiang and Hu soldiers who were attacked from the front could not help but turn around and flee to the Han army. They were trapped in a cross-strike on both sides and had no way to escape. The soldiers on the south side of the battlefield were the luckiest, and they escaped from the battlefield first. The Qiang and Hu soldiers on the north side were the most miserable. Apart from breaking into the enemy formation and forcibly breaking through, they could only jump into the Linghe River.

A fiery red sun suddenly jumped out of the horizon, and in an instant, it shone brightly.
Chapter completed!