Most of Lei Yuan's entourages at the beginning have now died in previous battles, and a small number have been scattered to various branches as backbone generals. The current entourage soldiers are gradually selected from various departments to supplement the warriors who have been through the battlefield. They all have the experience of following Lei Yuan in the mountains, and are not only loyal, but also good at fighting. Everyone is agile, not only proficient in large-scale battle formations, but also marching and fighting against squads.
Because Lei Yuan was constantly drawing transfers on the one hand, and on the other hand, he kept releasing his own promising entourages and training prospects to serve as grassroots officers, these entourages had extremely strong fighting spirit. Although they had suffered a lot in the battle between Dangqu and Xu Huang, their continuous victory and promotion made their confidence high. Even if there were only a hundred people at this moment, they felt that the military aura was rising.
Not to mention, the equipment of these entourages is also excellent. Just look at this moment, Lei Yuan ordered a formation of swords, shields, spears, and crossbows, but almost every soldier had a refined hand crossbow around his waist. Once he entered the range, hundreds of arrows would definitely be launched.
Lei Yuan advanced together in the middle of the queue. He controlled the pace just right, making the queue always strict and created a greater deterrent force with a small number of people.
He hopes that the battle can end in a short period of time. The people in front of him are not guilty, and Lei Yuan does not intend to rely on their heads to accumulate merits. He also thought that he should not kill He Ping on the battlefield. If this guy dies, he will be happy.
I thought to myself that my steps were not messy. They stepped on the gravel beside the river beach and advanced. The tiny stones made a rustling sound under their heavy steps, as if something blocked the front was broken by them.
The barbarians gathered on the rocky hills became more and more panicked.
He Ping looked at Lei Yuan's troops gradually approaching, his face getting heavier and heavier.
He had seen these people approaching in line before. On the way to enter Brazil along the Dangqu River, He Ping had dealt with several of the soldiers and was still in good condition. At that time, He Ping felt that this was a group of kind people, few people were posing as airs, and no one discriminated against the stakes.
Later, when He Ping accepted the position of lieutenant given by Xu Huang, and successfully joined the young people of his own tribe and arrived at the foot of Dangqu City with full confidence, he saw the other side of them.
He Ping remembered that scene clearly. Hundreds of Jingzhou soldiers bit Xu Huang's troops who were constantly retreating, slashing and slashing hard, like bloodthirsty beasts. The Cao army's defeated soldiers were panicked and ran around in a row under the impact. But they were already surrounded on the beach of the Dangqu River, where else could they go?
Some of the desperate defeated soldiers jumped into the river before they even had time to take off their armor; some were pushed down by their companions, wailing while slapping the water surface. Many people slapped and disappeared.
The subsequent Cao soldiers thought they had dived and escaped, so they rushed to the river bank even more crazily and rushed into the water. The water in the Dangqu River is not a big river, but the amount of water in spring and summer is not small. Although the flow rate is not fast, the waves can either swallow them or take them far away.
At the same time, a large number of archers from the Jingzhou Army rushed to the shore and shot fiercely into the water. As the arrows fell, screams burst out from the water, and the red waves rippled and were washed away again.
He Ping had also seen those Cao army soldiers. The reason why he chose to surrender to Cao army was because he was intimidated by the might of Cao army, and was even more shocked by Xu Huang's powerful forces with millions of troops. But when they were floating and rising in the water, no power existed.
The brave one wins when two armies meet, the loser loses everything, and the winner takes everything.
He Ping only remembered that he immediately withdrew his troops to the north, gathered some Cao army soldiers with good water quality upstream along the Dangqu water, and then kept running and fleeing wildly. He fled to Hanzhong, and his groggy mind calmed down a little.
He Ping knew very well that the warriors he gathered together could not compete with the elites of Lei Yuan's subordinates. The only thing the monk relied on was a kind of courage, and Lei Yuan's troops were truly powerful soldiers.
Can't win.
No matter what, you can't win.
Now this army is coming straight towards me, although they only have one hundred people. But... He Ping looks around... But the old, weak, sick and disabled around me, and the scattered people are not like this before!
A subordinate said tremblingly: "Go away quickly, staying here is not a solution!"
"There is no way to go." He Ping shook his head: "Ju Fu is taking people to the south."
"This shameless person! This guy must have betrayed his brother!" Wang Ping's young brother said angrily.
"It has nothing to do with Jufu." He Ping shook his head and said, "He brought people so vigorously, probably to tell me that the situation had changed. I was impatient and thought I could use Yuan Yue and Du Bian's troops to rush over once, but I didn't rush over."
"What should I do now?" Wang Ping's younger brother clenched the knife tightly, a little nervous.
This child is only twelve years old this year, and he also imitates others, holding a wooden shield in one hand and a knife in the other. Before, He Ping gathered his subordinates, he did not call this child. This time he sneaked into Brazil, because he had the idea of ​​taking away relatives and family members, so he was asked to follow along. Could it be that he had to take this child into battle and let him die?
A middle-aged man who was in the uniform of an officer of the Cao army said sternly: "I'll let Yuan Yue's men rush again! When they rushed forward, we scattered into the mountains, crossed mountains and ridges, and each tried to go to Hanzhong!"
He Ping glanced at him.
It's too difficult. The Yonekura Road is indeed more than these major roads, but other roads are too difficult to walk. These people around me want to climb over hundreds of miles of mountains? How many can I have left after crossing it?
Why bother?
"Let me find a rope and tie me up." He sighed in frustration: "Then you all throw away your weapons too. General Lei Yuan is a generous person who can only chop off my head and should not take your lives."
"How can that be! We won't surrender! Let's talk about it again!" someone said angrily.
He also began to wander his eyes and went to find a rope.
There are always ropes, and crossing mountains and rivers is an indispensable tool.
He Ping put his hand behind him: "If you don't want to die, you can move quickly!"
After a moment, He Ping lowered his head and walked out of the queue. Behind him, several subordinates sobbed in a low voice.
The rope was not tied tightly, and my friends were embarrassed to take heavy measures, but I wonder if Lei Yuan would be satisfied with such a loose look?
He Ping knelt down, lowered his head, and looked at the gravel on the ground.
He heard the sound of the priests behind him dropping their weapons. He heard a young man sending orders to scatter the entourage soldiers and form a surround. That was Li Zhen’s accent, which He Ping could hear.
After a while, a footstep was heard from far to near, and finally stayed in front of He Ping.
Lei Yuan came. He Ping felt sweat flowing on his forehead and seeping into his eyes. It was very uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to wipe it, and he couldn't wipe it.
"Person He, we meet again." Lei Yuandao.
He Ping felt that Lei Yuan's voice was not murderous, and his tone was almost no different from when he was walking by the Dangqu River. He said carefully: "Yes."
"Oh. Why do you think you are?"
He Ping could only remain silent. What is there to talk about now? For a mere valet, many choices are not allowed to be, and it is just a chance. If he can do it again, He Ping hopes that he will stay under Lei Yuan's command and start with the official in front of the tent; but since he has chosen the wrong path, he will accept his fate and pay his life.
Lei Yuan continued: "Answer a few questions honestly, how about I save your tribe's lives?"
It would be great if I only die. He Ping breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice: "If you lose the battle, what else can you say? General Lei will ask."
"Hahahahahaha. He Ping, you are growing very fast and speaking beautifully." Lei Yuan chuckled softly: "I ask you, after Xu Huang was defeated, why was Zhao Yan, not Xiahou Yuan, the person in charge of commanding the Cao army in Hanzhong? Where is Xiahou Yuan now?"
He Ping said no.
"He Ping, do you think I dare not kill someone?" Lei Yuan was a little displeased: "Come on!"
Chapter completed!