The war in Hanzhong soon changed direction due to the participation of 50,000 Shu troops. Yang Jing put on new armor, picked up the flag and beheaded the generals, displaying his lifelong ambition.

Tu Hai's army suffered heavy losses and withdrew from Hanzhong.

The Sichuan governor Zheng Jiaolin and the commander-in-chief Wu Zhimao appointed by Wu Sangui were overjoyed and continued to flatter Jing Xin:

"The Grand Marshal is really like his father, with both civil and military skills. He is not only able to strategize, but also to win by surprise. We might as well unite the three armies, obey the Marshal's orders, seize the opportunity to pursue the victory, and drive Tuhai out of Shaanxi."

A good man seeks fame and fame, how many times can he have such an opportunity?

When the three armies were united, there were more than 100,000 troops. Flags were fluttering and gongs and drums were roaring. The mammoth scene aroused Jing Xin's ambition.

He held the white-stemmed gun he had modified by himself and rode a maroon horse, criss-crossing the enemy formation, his purple shirt fluttering in the wind.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

The Qing army was invincible and retreated steadily, suffering heavy losses.

Military reports of the defeat in the Tuhai battlefield in Shaanxi arrived at the Qing court one after another. When Kangxi heard the reports, he was so anxious that he summoned the military ministers and scolded him.

"Confused! Confused, didn't you say before that there were only Jianghu organizations like the Shujiang League in Sichuan without soldiers? How did tens of thousands of Shu troops emerge? And that Yang Zhan, didn't you say that he just wandered around the Jianghu and didn't care about political affairs? He

How did his son become the generalissimo? He actually had an elusive Tiger Army under his command? No wonder Wu Sangui dared to rebel, it turned out that he had such a powerful alliance! Before the war, it is a big taboo to not find out the details!"

"Your Majesty, calm down, Your Majesty, please have mercy!" The ministers quickly knelt down and begged for mercy, asking the Holy Spirit to allow them to take remedial measures to make up for the crime.

Kangxi said angrily: "To pacify Wu Sangui, we must first pacify Sichuan! All men, horses, food and wages must be transferred there, and we will reinforce Tuhai at all costs, break through Hanzhong, and crush Sichuan! The Shu army must be destroyed, and the Jianghu organizations in Shu must be destroyed even more."

Kill all the chickens and dogs without leaving a trace!"

"Your Majesty is wise, the veterans will take care of it immediately."

Just as Yang Zhan expected, when Yang Jingxin won one victory after another in Shaanxi, it was also the time when Sichuan was pushed into the flames of war step by step.

The joy of victory had not lasted for two months, but the situation on the battlefield in Shaanxi took a turn for the worse. The Qing army came from all directions like a flood.

Tuhai, who had already fled, turned around and pounced on Yang Jingxin.

Yang Jingxin stepped forward with his gun drawn and started a fierce fight with the Qing army.

Facing the savage Qing army, even Liu Jiankuan, a highly skilled martial artist, was helpless. He and Miaofeng focused on protecting Yang Jingxin's safety.

The Shu army fell one after another, and every battle was unprecedentedly tragic and tragic.

Gradually, only the Shu army was left on the battlefield, and both Zheng Jiaolin and Wu Zhimao disappeared.

They had never thought about escaping, but at this juncture? News came that King Wu Sangui of Zhou had passed away. The morale of the army was instantly shattered. How could they compete with the Qing army?

The enemy was facing a formidable enemy, and it was important to save their lives. With Yang Jingxin behind them to help them block the Qing army? Zheng Jiaolin and Wu Zhimao successfully withdrew to Hanzhong, and then retreated to Sichuan.

...

Sun Kewang was covered in blood. He put his sword on the ground to support himself and shouted hoarsely: "Brothers, what kind of favor should be repaid? Have we repaid it? It's time to go home. Let's go, throw down the weapons in your hands."

? Go back to your hometown!"

There are not many old Daxi brothers left in front of us? And all of them have failed? If they don't leave, the whole army will be annihilated.

The oath to take them home is ringing in my ears, and I must not let them all die on the way home.

As for himself? He smiled miserably, took off a bloody package from his back, and handed it to Bai Wenxuan next to him, "Wenxuan, I can't survive. I can only rely on you to bring my father's spiritual tablets and the ashes of my brothers home!"

"No, I have to take you home!" Bai Wenxuan staggered over and touched Sun Kewang's back, he was desperate.

It turned out that he had not one but three arrowheads stuck in his back. The arrow shafts were all broken by him, so no one found out when he was hit by the arrows.

Bai Wenxuan looked up to the sky and shouted: "Where are the royal guards?"

"Here!" Even the wounded remnant's response was earth-shaking.

"Protect the prince and go home!"

"Here!" The remnants of Daxi's army, dressed in Shu army uniforms, swarmed up and lifted up their King of Qin.

Yang Jingxin, who rushed over after hearing the news, waved the white spear in his hand and issued an order: "Open the way for King Qin and send them home!"

The Shu army moved forward desperately, fighting a bloody path for Sun Kewang and his Daxi Army.

The setting sun is like blood.

Before dark, Bai Wenxuan and Gao Chengen finally led the surviving brothers out of the battlefield and embarked on their way home.

...

On the battlefield where blood flowed all over the ground and corpses piled up, only the Shu army was left.

Only then did Yang Jingxin and Liu Jiankuan realize that Monk Miaofeng was missing. No one knew when he left and who he was with.

"Master..."

"Master..."

The two of them searched all around the battlefield, but couldn't find it.

Yang Jingxin rolled off the saddle and cried loudly.

It's all my fault!

It's all my fault!

It's all my fault!

My father has clearly said that I cannot leave Shaanxi! My father has clearly said that I cannot let the Shu army die!

Oh my god, it’s all my eagerness to make contributions and my ability to show off!

What the hell am I a generalissimo!

Brothers all died because of me!

Now that I can't even find my master, how can I live in this world!

Wow wow wow wow wow wow...

Jian Kuan walked over and hugged his shoulders, comforting him: "I don't blame you, who would have thought that Kangxi thought so highly of us that he would send all the Qing troops here? If there is war, there will be death, so we'd better withdraw quickly.

Inform your father as soon as possible and prepare for defense as soon as possible."

"What will happen to Master when we leave?" Jing Xin howled again.

"For a virtuous monk like him, the possibility of dying in battle is very small. If he were to die, he would never be on the battlefield. So there is no need to look for him anymore. When it is time to appear, he will appear at the place designated by God."

Liu Jiankuan's black robe was in tatters. He couldn't care about it. He only had Yang Jingxin and the Shu army in his heart.

If they were allowed to die here, he would not be able to see his senior brother Yang Zhan.

Jing Xin stopped crying, pondered for a moment, and resolutely gave an order to Liu Jiankuan: "Uncle Master, as the general marshal, I order you to lead the Fuhu Army back to northern Sichuan to assist his father in resisting the Qing army. I will take the rest of the army with me.

The Shu army under the Qing Dynasty will continue to fight against the Qing army, and it will only take one more day to delay them."

"No, on the contrary, you lead the Shu army to retreat as soon as possible, and I will lead the Fuhu army to break up the rear. You must rush back. You are your father's main force against the Qing army!"

"Uncle, Master, even if I promise you to leave, I can't leave! Think about it, can the Qing army allow so many of us to retreat smoothly? We are running in front, and they are chasing behind. Isn't that right?

Can your crouching tiger army of several hundred men stop it? It's different if you leave, taking advantage of the darkness, without anyone noticing."

"Okay, you lead Fuhu's army away, and I will command the Shu army to fight against the enemy on your behalf!" Liu Jiankuan's expression was solemn, his eyes flashing with cold light.

"Uncle Master!" Jing Xin shouted in despair, "Why don't you think about me? Do you want me to be a general who abandons his own soldiers and runs away with his tail between his legs? What face do I have when I go back to see my father, mother, and master?"
Chapter completed!