On the banks of the Wool Water, another round of battle and killing is being staged persistently. The official army, who is the role of taking the initiative to attack, is no longer as brave and vibrant as before.

The only one who can gallop around these, like a turbid tide, is like a turbid tide, is the bright color composed of silver-white armored clothes and snow-colored swords and weapons.

That was the last glory left after the six northern army of the Northern Yamen was replaced by the Shence Army as the Shen Ce Army dominated the country and became synonymous with the fact that the last little glory remained. When Cao Quanru was the deputy envoy of Pinglu Army, the court specially granted 3,000 imperial troops and 500 armored cavalry.

However, when Song Wei, the camps and camps, called for a thief, falsely reported (beheading Wang Xianzhi in the formation) in front of his military achievements, intercepted and killed Wang Xianzhi's confidant who came to the court to be granted, and was seized from his post by the court. The corresponding imprisonment was recalled by the court, but the armored cavalry was transferred to the hands of his deputy Cao Quanzhi and fought with him until now.

However, these magnificently-clad knights broke through again and again, dispersing the lineup of the thieves and trampling them under the horse's hooves, and slowly becoming less and less, becoming less and less and less powerful and dull.

Because there are too many ragged thieves; they shoot all their swords and guns with bows and crossbows, but they can't reduce the average amount; on the contrary, these knights wearing silk covers, who are wearing armor and silk covers, will soon fall into the siege of thieves that are flooding in like a tide.

So the horse's hooves were tripped and overturned. The knight in armor was dragged down or rolled to the ground. Before he could struggle to defend himself, he held his hands and feet and stabbed him back and forth along the gap of the armor with a sharp weapon, or simply smashed his head with a stone.

When they dispersed, only corpses left on the ground that were stripped and smashed and smashed. However, Zhu Laosan, who was in the sequence of being chased by these imperial cavalry, had no such mood or interest at all.

He watched his brothers fall one after another under the collision and trampling of these bloody iron men and iron horses without any loss of the slightest brutality.

They do not even need to use swords, guns and combat skills. They can knock people down from the horses with their heads and eyes, or trampl on the ground and then trampl on them with their heads and eyes.

However, most of the swords cut by the rebels and horse soldiers who fought bravely were easily slipped over the armor of these official cavalry, or rebounded back and then chopped by their backhand, and they were picked up and killed.

Fortunately, the white-maned horse given by the Yellow King under his crotch was quite powerful. He finally did not lose his hooves or lose his strength at critical moments, but he fell into the pursuit of the official cavalry. However, he brought out the horse soldiers who restrained and lured the enemy cavalry, but he had already lost seven or eight stops.

At this moment, he finally saw a crowd of people running around in chaos. The flag that was raised and swayed hard, and couldn't help but relax his heart and shouted at the fellow behind him:

"Come on me quickly."

However, in the moment of shouting, more than a dozen cavalrymen who fell at the end of the team were overturned by these officials who were chasing behind them on high-headed horses, or they were raised with swords and guns and penetrated their backs and cut off their arms;

Then, he saw the rebel soldiers scattering like a tide at the front, and the rows of things exposed from it, shouting loudly as he read.

"Everyone jumps up with me..."

With his shouts, the remaining rebels who were following closely behind him suddenly jumped up from the spot and jumped up from the ground. However, among the rebels who fled west of Zhejiang, they had already been artificially used various miscellaneous carts and taxis to set up a line of obstacles for the battlefield.

After this simple obstacle line, Sula, the leader who was lucky enough to escape from Yangzhou City a few months ago, also loudly encouraged the crouching soldiers on both sides and said:

"You can only be honest with you. This is the joint chariot tactic that our leader learned from the Taiping Army. It is very effective in dealing with cavalry."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the rebels who were rushing to control horses and jumping over their heads, and suddenly shouted that the screamers were falling down; but the bows and arrows fired by the official cavalry behind him and the objects thrown by the thrown ones hit the moment; blood was pouring on their heads immediately.

"Don't panic, our horses are light and their horses are heavy, so they don't come so easily..."

Sula shouted quickly in remedial style.

Then, the rebel cavalry who followed him trampled past one after another, either because of his power loss, because of his low starting position, or because of his miscalculation of his remaining strength, he tripped on this simple carriage array one after another, and then rolled on the other side with his men and horses.

"We can definitely stop the official army..."

Sula tried hard to squirm and couldn't help but speak.

In an instant, I heard the shock and loud noise of the successive victory, but this hastily formed defense line of the chariot was knocked away and overturned by the officers and cavalry. Before the ambushing soldiers could not react or take action, they were rolled down by the people and the vehicles, and screamed in blood.

Fortunately, at this time, the remaining cavalrymen of the Rebel Army who were speeding by finally stopped and reorganized not far away. Under Zhu Laodan's order and guidance, they gathered the retreating soldiers again, and surrounded the official cavalry who had to slow down and gathered in several places again.

I saw the densely packed swords and hooks that were tidying up, constantly slipping away the blood-stained hard armor pieces, making a harsh sound of scraping cymbals; but the calves of these officials and the four hooves that could not be covered by horses were completely unable to avoid or protect them.

Under the siege and advancement of sacrifice, there were soon officials who could not cover each other. They were cut off their horse's hooves and rolled down one after another. They were pressed down and slashed down at the gap in their necks and thighs. They screamed and turned into a large blood color that faded away from the ground.

In the end, before another official cavalry came to attack and rescue, sixty or seventy officials were left behind, and Zhu Laosan's troops were armed with half of the group members on the spot by seizing them.

.........

When the sky gradually darkened, looking at the chaotic retreat, Cao Xiang, the Tianping Army’s Duke who had just fallen from his horse, leaned on a horizontal knife, felt that he would fall to the ground next; fighting day and night has already made them, both physically and mentally exhausted;

They opened their eyes and saw corpses all over the ground. They could not hide the heavy blood and stench even when they started eating, eating, drinking and drinking. Then they sat on the bodies of their comrades and thieves to rest, and even supported each other and retreated back to the camp.

With his single power, the Tianping Army has been here for several days. No matter it is the Huainan Army in the south, or the Pinglu, Taining, Xuanwu, Yicheng army in Henan, there is no movement or reaction to help.

He really wanted to say to his father, Cao Quanshi: You want to follow Zhang Zhongcheng (Zhang Xun), but there are no Guo Fenyang and Li Linhuai in this world. I am afraid that even the court would not tolerate loyal and wise men like Yan Lugong.

However, after he returned to the central army and saw his father's commander's firm and persistent face, he described his weightless face, but he was unable to express his heart-killing words.

"Father and Commander, although there is no shortage of food and equipment for the time being, our son can't hold on for long."

Cao Xiang begged hoarsely.

"I know... I'm asking you to take someone out for help."

Cao Quanji, who had thick eyebrows and broad face, lost weight and became more and more sharp-eyed, rarely agreed.

"Father and Commander!!! I'm willing to do your behalf..."

Cao Xiang suddenly heard something clear and shouted.

"Shut up, do you want to disobey the military orders? I'm afraid these rebels were able to linger here because of their father's banner. If they could deal with this one more day, wouldn't the Dongdu in the rear be able to get one more day of preparation?"

Cao Quanyue said angryly, but then he said a little emotionally.

"Don't mislead yourself, let me down for nothing."

Finally, under the black sky, looking at Cao Xiang's figure who was crying and farewell at night, Cao Quanyue's face showed a bitter smile and helplessness; he was probably unable to escape being surrounded by enemies; but at this last moment, he still sent his remaining son out to try to have a chance.
Chapter completed!