Chapter 1190                                                            �

On the other side, Fang Zan's tribe.

These three thousand spiritual troops set out from Jingyang at night. Because the distance between the two places was not until the sun rose, they finally approached Lichuan.

However, due to the powerful military intelligence of the Qin army, the news had already reached Peng Shuang before their troops arrived at the city.

In the morning.

Fang Zan led his army to arrive.

From a distance, the entire Lichuan City was no longer the same as before. Not only did there be no pedestrians entering and leaving, the city gates were closed, and the city defenses were everywhere, and Qin soldiers with black armor and red tassels stood, with long spears standing in full swing.

There is also a black flag in the middle of the city, fluttering in the wind.

Fang Zan rode a war horse, located directly in front of the three thousand troops, and looked up.

"Hateful! We're late! The Qin army actually attacked Lichuan and occupied this place!"

He gritted his teeth and said, considering whether he should attack hard to test the truth and reality.

At this moment, in the middle of the city, Peng Shuang's big sword hit the ground with a big knife, shouting loudly: "Listen to the Ling Army under the city! Lichuan no longer belongs to the Ling Kingdom! I advise you to go back wherever you come from! In order to avoid humiliation from yourself!"

Fang Zan was furious when he heard this. He was on the side of the horse, and he could not help but point fingers and shouted: "Who is the enemy general? How dare you speak wildly!"

"General Peng Shuang!" Peng Shuang said concisely.

Ah!? Hearing this, Fang Zan's heart tightened and suddenly there was no sound.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree!

Peng Shuang, the general of Qin, followed the King of Qin, fought for many years, and was invincible in the world. His reputation had long been far away. Not to mention the Ling Army, even ordinary people among the people, they are well-known.

The young general around him couldn't help but slide his Adam's apple and swallowed secretly: "General... General, now he has lost his way to Sichuan. There is an enemy general here, and the opponent has taken advantage of defending the city. If you want to attack, it may be difficult to get benefits..."

"Yes, General, when I came, I said, "Don't be in love with the battle. Now that things have come, Jingyang is the most important thing." Someone else said.

These young players were obviously shocked by their reputation, and in fact, Fang Zan was the same. His face looked ugly. After thinking left and right, he decisively pulled the reins: "Retreat!"

With a command, the three thousand spiritual troops began to transform into front teams and evacuate from Lichuan City.

On the top of the city, seeing the enemy's army leaving, a commander of the Qin army couldn't help but say: "I thought there was a tough battle to fight. The spiritual army in Jingyang is quite interesting."

Peng Shuang did not answer this, but suddenly asked the leader of the snow tribe who was in charge of military aircraft: "Are there any other troops behind this spiritual army?"

"Ah?" The leader of the snow clan was stunned for a moment, and then said, "According to the probe, the enemy has no follow-up troops."

"Well..." Peng rolled his eyes and said as if he was on his own: "From their formation just now, the number of this spiritual army is not large. They are evacuating now. Can we take advantage of the situation to fight back?"

As he said that, he said, "Didn't Su Yi always say that he is in line with the right combination and the strange victory, and the attack is unprepared. Is it the art of military strategy? The Ling Army will definitely not think that we will suddenly counterattack."

Hearing this, the commander of the thousand-man around him was shocked and quickly advised: "General, don't be impulsive. Although there are not many spiritual troops, our soldiers have won two cities in a day and have not been completely rested yet. At this time, there may be danger in attacking. It is still important to leave Sichuan."

"Then these spiritual troops came from Jingyang, and they were also walking rushing all night, keeping their paces and being exhausted?" Peng Shuang said: "Everyone is the same, but this is more beneficial to us."

"This..." The leader of the thousand-man didn't know what to say.

Peng Shuang's personality is straightforward. Even if he has no strategy, he has been fighting for many years and has extremely rich experience on the battlefield.

After understanding this, he no longer hesitated and immediately waved his hand: "Transfer our military orders and switch to welcome the enemy!"

He did it as soon as he said, but the commander of the thousand-man had no choice but to clasp his fists and said, "Oh!"

After a moment, the city gate opened.

Peng Shuang took the lead, holding a big sword more than one person tall, followed by thousands of Qin soldiers and chased them in the direction of the spiritual army's retreat.

At this time, Fang Zan was already a distance away from the outside of the city. He was unwilling to accept it, but he did not dare to attack the city. He could only return in disappointment, riding a war horse, walking slowly with the army, silent all the way.

But soon, there was a movement behind him, and a soldier of the Spirit Army rushed to the front in panic: "No, General! The Qin army is here!"

"What?" Fang Zan frowned suddenly, and the young player beside him was a little panicked.

The movement became louder and louder, and the spiritual army at the end could already see the Qin army.

Knowing that the situation was urgent, Fang Zan did not dare to delay. He rolled the reins, turned the horse's head, and glared and shouted: "Hurry up! The whole army is on guard! Get ready to face the enemy!"

"Prepare to meet the enemy--"

The messenger also began to convey military orders loudly.

Because running at this time is equivalent to a collapse and will only collapse instantly.

The Ling Army had no choice but to turn around and wait for the battle.

Both sides were infantry soldiers, and only generals rode war horses. After the distance reached, the Qin army had no nonsense. The front row directly hit the ground with heavy shields. The crossbowmen behind them all bent their bows and arrows, aimed at the formation of the spiritual army, and then launched a volley.

A small-scale arrow rain formed a small net. The black spots were not dense, but they also poured down from the air and smashed into the spiritual army.

The scream suddenly started, and many people were shot by arrows, and some were waving their weapons to block them randomly.

The jingling sounds sound from time to time, mixed with the sound of arrows entering the flesh.

As the horse neighed, Fang Zan held the reins in his left hand, pulled out the battle sword with his right hand, and pointed forward suddenly:

“Push forward!”

"Bound Bowman! Get ready to fight back!"

The Spirit Army began to drop some corpses, step by step, because the Qin army's arrow shooting distance was the best in the world, and they needed to get closer.

But they pushed forward, and after the arrow shot, they pointed at a long sword: "Brothers! Follow me to charge!"

"Kill--"

The shouts of killing suddenly erupted, and the Qin soldiers began to raise their long halberds, swung their steps, and launched the entire charge.

The distance between the two sides is quickly getting closer.

In this case, Fang Zan was also a little panicked: "Shoot the arrow! Shoot the arrow quickly-"

Arrows hit, and neither side had a large-scale rain of arrows. They were equally sparse and could not cause absolute casualties.

After the Ling Army's arrows shot, the enemy and our soldiers had already collided head-on and handed over in close combat.

The long halberd stabbed at the same time, blood splattered. Peng Shuang took the lead and rushed into the enemy army. The long sword in his hand swept across, opening and closing, as if he had entered a state of no one.

There were many spiritual troops around him, but no one could block his attack at all. When the cold light passed by, he often screamed and flew backwards, and then smashed the backside.
Chapter completed!