In just a moment, its surging momentum rushed to the distance along the hillside, and the place where the Youzhou army set up its camp before had become muddy.

......

Behind a huge rock on the high ground, Dan Jing and the remaining dozen soldiers were panting and looking at the ruins of the camp not far away.

Just now, it was almost a little bit that they had to follow the footsteps of other soldiers, thinking about the thick wooden stakes that were broken in the waist, and looking at the broken limbs and arms that occasionally exposed in the mud, a feeling of surviving the disaster rose from the bottom of everyone's hearts.

However, when the soldiers were glad to survive the disaster, Dan Jing stood in place as if he had lost his soul when he looked at the scene in front of him.

The eight thousand army disappeared in an instant, and now only the dozen people behind them and less than ten people scattered behind the stones not far away.

Shan Jing knew that he had lost, and he was very completely defeated, and he had no chance of turning around.

When he thought that Pan Feng could drive straight to Beiping after passing this camp, he felt sobbing in his heart and his eyes couldn't help feeling a little sore.

Men don’t cry easily, but they just don’t feel sad.

He had been riding outside the border with Gongsun Zan for several years without crying, because he had already left the blame for fighting with foreign tribes.

At the beginning, Yan Gang and Bai Ma Yicheng did not shed tears when they were wiped out by Pan Feng, because he knew Yan Gang's final decision from Pan Feng, and he respected Yan Gang.

Blood and sweating are not a big deal for Shan Jing. Even when Pan Feng launched a killing weapon like Huihui Cannon, Shan Jing was trying his best to resist Pan Feng for a month, and he was even ready to be wiped out.

He was not afraid of death or fighting against his soldiers, because his mission was to stop Pan Feng and delay Pan Feng's front line as much as possible.

But at this moment he was crying.

It is not tears of fear, but tears of unwillingness and regret.

The eight thousand soldiers lost all their losses without any fighting.

If he had thought of someone building a dike on the mountain earlier and if he had asked his soldiers to retreat earlier, he would not have to stand here and look at the pair of ruins not far away.

Everything was the decision of him, the chief general, that destroyed the vitality of the army step by step.

In this case, shame and sadness occupy all the emotions of the single scripture.

What kind of face does he have to go back to meet Gongsun Zan, and what kind of face does he have to face the trust of his soldiers?

"Clang!" Shan Jing pulled out his sword and placed it on his neck.

"General! No!"

The guards in the rear wanted to rush up with a cry, but the commander of the guard beside him wanted to directly grab Dan Jing's sword, but Dan Jing pushed it away.

"Our army is in a state of hope. I am ashamed of my lord and my soldiers. I have no face to live in this world. After my death, I hope you and others will escape from here and pass the news of our army's defeat to my lord, so that the lord can deal with it early."

After the words were finished, before the personal guards rushed up, Shan Jing swept his neck with a sword.

"Dang!"

The sword fell to the ground, Shan Jing looked at the direction of Peking and slowly fell down.

"General!" The guards knelt in pain.

Gongsun Zan's right-hand arm and the general Dan Jing of Youzhou were buried in this mountain range.

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On the other side.

When the mountain torrent sounded, Pan Feng asked his soldiers to prepare.

When the mountain torrent appeared in Pan Feng's sight, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

After all, it is the terrifying force of nature. The Youzhou Army camp is no different from paper in front of a mountain torrent.

After the mountain torrent, the enemy camp was already in ruins.

Pan Feng did not let the soldiers rush up as soon as possible. After all, the mud and sand on the slope were still moving slowly, but the weather is still clear now. Judging from the current situation, the slope opposite can support the soldiers' marching at most half a day. At that time, just go and clean the battlefield.

The fact is just as Pan Feng thought. The surging mud and sand had basically dried up half a day later. Although the ground is still a little muddy, it no longer affects the soldiers' marching.

Seeing this, Pan Feng immediately led his army to suppress it.

When they arrived at the place where the Youzhou Army originally established a camp, Pan Feng rode the red rabbit horse's hooves deep and shallow to the muddy land. Looking around, he could no longer see any wooden building with a height of more than one foot.

Only then did you clearly realize how terrifying the previous wave of mountain torrents were.

Suddenly, Pan Feng saw some messy steps left on the ground, and obviously some Youzhou troops survived.

"Junyi, you lead your troops to chase the enemy, especially the enemies in the direction of Peiping. You must clean them all up as much as possible and delay Gongsun Zan's time to learn the news!"

"No!" Zhang He took the order.

This time, because the mountain torrent was directly covered, Pan Feng believed that there would not be too many survivors. It would be nothing for Pan Feng if thirty or fifty survivors survived. But now he has not seen the Dan Jing, and he still doesn't know whether he is dead or alive. If Dan Jing is alive, the owner of the footprints before would definitely evacuate to Beiping. For the Jizhou army, which had been lagging behind for half a day, only Zhang He's Qilin Camp has the ability to catch up with them.

Soon, Zhang He led the energetic Qilin Camp to chase after him. Although the rest of the people were jealous, they could only envy him. After all, Zhang He was the only cavalry commander in the Jizhou army, so it was reasonable to ask him to chase him.

As for the generals who stayed, their contributions could only be hoped that one of the corpses around them was a single scripture. Otherwise, the contributions of these people would not even be as good as those of Deng Long who was sent to build a dike and store water!
Chapter completed!