The arrival of the main force of the Wei army led by Pang Juan immediately caused a huge change in the situation on the battlefield.

Originally relying on their superiority in military strength, Zhao Jun under Zhao Yu was able to barely maintain the offensive.

Even though the 10,000 Wei soldiers were powerful, they blocked the Zhao army like a copper wall and an iron wall;

However, due to the weakness of their own forces, the Wei soldiers could only defend and were unable to counterattack.

When the red banner of the Wei army appeared on the horizon, the hearts of the Wei soldiers who were in the midst of a fierce battle were immediately shaken up.

The horn of counterattack seemed to be ringing in their ears.

"General, the enemy and our armies are in a stalemate. Now is a good time to defeat the enemy in one go."

Nodding slightly, Pang Juan on the chariot looked solemn, his eyes always looking at the battlefield ahead.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed from Pang Juan's eyes, and the long sword at his waist was already unsheathed.

The blade of the sword shone in the sunlight, and Pang Juan shouted loudly: "Send my order to all the soldiers in the army..."

"attack!"

"Woo..."

The trumpet echoed on the distant battlefield, and the large banner was waved in the fierce wind.

Holding halberds, large oars, and wearing layers of armor, tens of thousands of Wei soldiers under Pang Juan walked step by step towards the Zhao army who was fighting fiercely.

The soldiers of the Wei Dynasty did not move very fast, but every step they took seemed to contain infinite power, and their movement felt as thick as a mountain.

Not long after, the slowly moving mountain hit Zhao Jun's flank, and the heavy blow weighing more than a thousand kilograms directly made Zhao Jun in the formation feel what he was, the strongest soldier in the world.

Confront the enemy, kill, defend, counterattack...

The soldiers of Wei were like efficient war machines, constantly consuming the lives of the soldiers in front of them.

As the soldiers fell one after another, Zhao Jun's defense line on the flanks began a cycle of instability and contraction.

The fierce attack on the flank forced Zhao Jun to deploy more troops for reinforcements. The forward force of 10,000 Wei warriors who originally fought directly with it on the front was suddenly under great pressure.

The halberd in his hand killed a Zhao Jun who was facing him on the spot. A Wei Jun soldier who was in the front noticed the changes in the battlefield situation, and his expression immediately became excited.

"The reinforcements have arrived, it's time for me to counterattack."

"kill!"

"kill!"

Immediately on the battlefield, the shouts of killing shook the sky, and countless Wei soldiers rushed towards the Zhao army on the opposite side with shouts.

With a high-spirited Wei army forward and a powerful main force of soldiers on the flanks, the Zhao army's formation, which was attacked from both sides, gradually showed instability.

The man on the chariot saw all this in his eyes, and a brilliant light flashed in Pang Juan's eyes.

"Pass my general's order to encircle Zhao's army and eliminate as many of its troops as possible."

"Follow orders."

Pang Juan's order was quickly passed to Wei Wu's soldiers on the front line, and the Wei army's formation immediately began to move.

Gradually, the two wings of the Wei army turned into two powerful giant pincers, which continued to compress the Zhao army's defense line while shrinking bit by bit.

If this continues, Zhao Jun, who is gradually being strangled by the throat, will gradually lose the ability to resist, and will eventually become the prey of the Wei soldiers in front of him.

Just when Wei Jun's pincers were about to close, a puff of dust and smoke suddenly rose from the north of Zhao Jun.

More than a hundred tanks carrying countless smoke and dust came directly towards the battlefield where the two sides were fighting.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, Fei Yi is coming."

Standing on a high-speed chariot, commanding more than a hundred chariots around him to gallop forward, who is this Zhao general who is leading the army, if he is not the doctor Fei Yi?

Relying on the speed of the chariots on the plains and the unparalleled impact, although many of the chariot troops under Fei Yi were blocked by Wei Wu soldiers, they still rushed out of a path leading to the Zhao army.

the way.

"Your Majesty, the end will come soon. I hope your Majesty will forgive me."

"General Fei Yi is not late."

With a bit of joy in surviving the disaster, Zhao Yu looked at Fei Yi, who was already close at hand, with a face full of gratitude and a bit of shame.

"I regret that I didn't listen to what General Fei Yi said, which is why we are in such a predicament today."

"King!"

Glancing at the Wei army soldiers who were approaching again, Fei Yi's face immediately flashed with anxiety, "Your Majesty, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time. The Wei army soldiers will attack soon. If we don't leave, it will be too late."

"good."

There was almost no hesitation. The horses in front neighed, and the chariot Zhao Yu was riding in immediately galloped away in the northeast direction.

"Guard King."

The chariots galloped across the battlefield, and soon Fei Yi, who rushed for emergency assistance, escorted Zhao Yu out of the battlefield.

Behind the battlefield, Pang Juan, who took all this into consideration, did not issue an order to pursue, but instead sat back and watched the chariot troop escape from the battlefield until it disappeared from sight.

After staring for a long time, Pang Juan withdrew his gaze and turned his attention again to the Zhao army, which was now isolated and helpless.

"It's time to end the fight."

"Dong dong dong..."

The passionate drums sounded, ringing in the ears of every soldier on the battlefield.

However, compared to the soldiers of the Wei army whose fighting spirit was getting higher and higher due to the beating of the war drums, the morale of the Zhao army, whose space for movement was gradually reduced, began to inevitably waver.

"Bang bang bang..."

When the battle came to an end, dull sounds sounded on the battlefield, and Sergeant Zhao announced the end of the battle with the sound of weapons falling to the ground one after another.

The smoke of gunfire gradually passed away, and the battlefield gradually became calm. Pang Juan, who slowly retracted his gaze, couldn't help but look at the roaring Zhangshui River in front of him and the territory belonging to Zhao State on the north bank of the Zhangshui River.

"It's time. Send my order to the general. After the whole army has rested in place..."

"Cross the river!"

…

Two flowers bloom, one on each side.

While the fierce battle on the south bank of Zhangshui River was going on, a Zhao army from Handan appeared outside Feiyi City.

The goal of this large army led by Zhao Cheng, the son of Zhao State, is to retake the fortress in front of them that originally belonged to Zhao State, and to eliminate the threat from Wei State to Handan, the capital of Zhao State, and the main force on the front line.

On the chariot, after staring at the city in front of him for a moment, Zhao Cheng was about to issue an order to attack the city.

Suddenly, the stones on the ground began to beat continuously, and a sound like a mountain collapsing and the ground cracking in the distance kept approaching.

When he looked in the direction of the sound, a trace of fear clearly flashed across Zhao Cheng's face.

"Cavalry, numerous cavalry, endless cavalry."

That's right, what appeared in front of Zhao Cheng was the 30,000 Wei cavalrymen who had first crossed the Zhang River on Pang Juan's order and came to fight against the Handan garrison.

They had been waiting near Feiyi for a long time, and now they finally arrived at their target.

"General Yiqu."

Glancing at the soldiers of Zhao not far away, Ying Qian, who was riding on a war horse, looked confident.

"General Yiqu, why don't you and I have a battle of victories today? Which one is better, the cavalry under your command, or the more powerful one led by me?"

"I think so too."

Pulling out the sword from his waist, Yi Qucang looked at Ying Qian beside him and shouted loudly: "Young men..."

"rush ahead!"
Chapter completed!