Mencius said: Time is not as good as the place, and place is not as good as the people! When fighting, it is also a struggle for personal heart!

To be honest, except for Wang Hou's own Qingzhou army, no unit was particularly stable with the 50,000 people given to him this time! However, among them, the most unstable one was Zhu Ling and Zhang He's subordinates, not only because Zhu Ling was suspected to be an undercover agent, but Zhang He was a surrendered general, but more importantly, they were all under Jizhou soldiers.

Forget which famous general's strategy is, don't use the local soldiers and horses to fight, because they are too close to home. Once the war is in trouble, the soldiers will easily shake and then sneak back home! Therefore, the morale of the local soldiers fighting are lower.

So Wang Hou, the Tiangang boy formation, is not a magical formation, but a blood bond! Over thirty-five years old, they are basically of the same age as their fathers! Do you run? Do you dare to run? Do you run? Do you run? Do you run? Do you get surrounded and beaten to death by someone, and you will be defeated!

There are three types of unfilial piety, and no descendants are the greatest! When fighting hard, are you taking care of your own life or your descendants’ lives?

Father's love is great! Wang Hou took their descendants and grandchildren as hostages and put them to death. The vast majority of people chose to fight their own lives to fight for their sons or grandsons!

The battlefield on the south bank of Zhanghe River is crazy!

"Kill! Kill all these old men!!!"

This was the third time that Yuan Shang raised his sword, waving forward, shouting and ordering his subordinates to charge! But this time, there were too few troops responding to him!

It’s not that Yuan’s army changed its course at this time! But the space was really too big to be implemented, and the space by the river was so large! After the army landed on the south bank of Zhanghe River, it was too anxious to set up the formation. Yuan Shang had time to reserve too much space. According to his expectations, anyway, these old pawns of Cao’s army had been defeated by him. Five thousand people lined up to make room, and then the second batch and the third batch continued to line up and move forward. He didn’t even have the concept of space in his mind.

The second thing he calculated was the fighting will of these old pawns. Even if these old guys looked like they were not easy to mess with, he didn't care much about it. After all, he was a Hebei master, and he could not beat a group of old coffins with half white hair?

But what he didn't know was that on the streets of later generations, the Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Lexus, or these old men and women! Go to the ground, do you see if you are afraid!

Yuan Shang himself was amazed. What kind of unethical things he did offend these old pawns. He was so cruel that he had sacrificed his life to the point of exchanging his life!

Seeing that, a subordinate Yuan Bing slashed fiercely and stabbed through the body of an old Cao army. However, in the scream, the Cao soldier did not roll and scream and then died like a grassroots. Instead, he had red eyes and pinched his neck tightly. As his terrified scream, the two of them fell to the ground. Before he could tremble away from the clamp of the dead, two long halberds had already stabbed into his back and stabbed him to death here.

In terms of form, the formation of these old soldiers was still cut apart and pushed backwards. After all, there is still a gap in the number of people and physical strength. If you wait for more time, even if the old coffin pieces fight to the death, it is not impossible to divide and surround them and annihilate them on the banks of the Zhanghe River. But now, what Yuan Shang lacks the most is time!

The front row was unable to break the battlefield, but the rear army landed on the south bank through Hanjia Bridge as planned. More and more troops were crowded in the narrow space on the banks of the Zhang River. Finally, the people who had just gotten off the bridge could only stand in the biting cold water. As for the queue, they would not ring at all!

Just as he looked at the anxious and sweating in front of him, the fourth time when Yuan Shang was about to raise his sword and order to charge, suddenly, a bang of gongs suddenly rang behind Cao's army. Huh, the old coffin of the veteran soldier who was still fearless just now ran away like a rabbit, and the second time it disintegrated backwards in a mess.

This scene was so sudden that even the Yuan Jun who was fighting did not react. He was like being petrified magic, holding his weapons blankly, watching the old guys run away incredibly, and even forgot to chase after them.

But in just over a dozen seconds, seeing the old pawns in front of them almost scattered, these Yuan Jun couldn't help but roaring in horror again.

"Cao Gou!"

"Cao Gou is killed!"

Facing the sun hanging high at noon, what caught their eyes was a row of extremely neat weapons and barbarians. The cold light reflected by the big axe and gun held high in Qingzhou soldiers made Yuan Jun's eyes blurry. The momentum of advancing like a wall under the neat formation made people's hearts chill, and Yuan Shang's mood was like a triple jump, from the beginning to the sure-win situation, to the anxiety later, and to the panic now!

There were not many choices left for him. In panic, he raised his command sword for the fourth time, and the second generation of Yuan's voice also made him feel a little hysterical.

"Occurrence! Break Cao Gou's formation and attack!!!"

In fear, this order became an outbreak of catharsis for fear. No matter what formation, the messy Cao army held a long halberd and a short sword, the shielded ones were holding a shield, and the shielded ones were wearing a face without shields. It was like a group of farmers who were going to the market. The once well-trained Hebei Legion rushed up.

"Stop!"

Compared with the Yuan army's chaos, the Qingzhou soldiers were a little terrifying. Suddenly, Zhao Yun rode on a horse and roared shady. The front-line teams were raising the military flags at the same time within a second. The Qingzhou soldiers and Rizhao Brigade, which had just entered the wall, suddenly stopped and settled down.

The next second, the first three rows of axe and spearmen squatted down neatly, revealing all the comrades who had raised the double bows and steel crossbows behind them.

"Aim! Let it go!"

Flying dozens of meters away, Yuan Jun was thrust towards the great migration of African wild animals. The densely packed Yuan Jun pulled the trigger with his fingers. In the sound of a clattering sound, countless arrows flew out. With the crackling sound of arrows, the running Yuan Jun rushed to the ground. The originally dense front row seemed to be gnawed by a dog for a moment.

But here is not over! A row of crossbowmen shot, and immediately turned around and ran backwards without turning their heads. The second row took over to the front end, raised the crossbow again to aim, and then the third row, and the third row of crossbow arrows shot through, so that the Hebei soldiers' forwards would be combed and the rest would be sparse.

The brothers from the same village and the commander of the team were all dead, and they were covered in blood. In the front army, a Yuan halberd soldier was completely scared. In the three-wheeled baptism like hell, he was as stupid as a zombie.

Suddenly, the eyes were empty, and there was no more of the frightening flying arrow group. Looking at the Qingzhou soldiers who had taken the crossbow and were stunned for a second, the Yuan army soldier actually threw away the heavy long halberd on his hand, with his nose and saliva, his face full of blood, and he raised his hands happily and extremely hideous and strangely, jumping forward.

While running, he was still shouting in excitement.

"Go home! Have a meal!"

"My mother called me to have a meal, okay!"

"Stand up, charge!".

Once again, two thousand people were like one, standing up neatly with their halberds, taking a deep breath, the three rows of axe gunmen ran as fast as a silver line, and strangled towards Yuan Shangjun's neck.
Chapter completed!