The arrow injury on Pang Wanchun's body was more serious than he thought. The crossbow machine's shooting of arrows was much stronger than that of bows and arrows. In addition, it hit the target at a very short distance. Although he had tried his best to dodge and avoided the key points of his chest, the arrow still penetrated from the waist and ribs, not only penetrated into the lower abdomen, but almost hit the key points under his crotch.

Although he was not so unlucky, the arrow still hurt Pang Wanchun's internal organs. Then, he tried his best to resist Sun Tu's thunder shot and even fled, which made the arrow more and more serious. He only ran for a while, and a large area of ​​blood was flowing down, dyeing the saddle and back of the horse red.

Pang Wanchun also knew that he was extremely injured and did not dare to stop at all, so he continued to control his horse and rushed forward. At this time, less than two or three hundred personal guards were left behind. The others were blocked by the Song army that had been coming all the way, and they had already been far away from him. During the rushing forward, Song soldiers continued to siege and kill, so that the personal guards had to keep leaving their troops to stop behind and resist. After only half a mile of rushing, they had already suffered considerable damage.

"Huh--!" Another spear stabbed from the front, but this time it pointed directly at the war horse under his crotch. Pang Wanchun was so scared that he quickly tied the reins and controlled the war horse to the side. At the same time, the sword that had already been trapped in his hand quickly flew out, just hitting the soldier's neck and killing him. This was the seventh Song soldier he killed in his own way during the breakout. The continuous chopping also made the wounds between his waist and abdomen continue to tear and expand, heart-wrenching. But under the heavy siege of the enemy, he didn't even dare to stop, let alone raise an arrow to bandage him.

Seeing that he was about to break through a siege, he had a chance to breathe. Suddenly, with a sound of horns sounding from behind, a group of people rushed to chase after him. The first person was Dong Ping, the two-gun general, but Sun Tu disappeared. Although the two sides were still a distance, Pang Wanchun did not dare to be careless at all. He had learned about the ability of this Song general before. Although the other party was slightly inferior to him, it was under normal circumstances. He was now injured, but he was not his opponent. So he immediately ordered: "Change the way and go to the left and avoid them!"

"Pang Shuai, go first, let's stop him!" After leaving this sentence, the captain of the guard beside him brought twenty or thirty people to turn their heads and kill Dong Ping, who had already seen them rushing over. The two sides immediately started a fierce battle, and screams followed.

Although these personal guards are more powerful than ordinary Wu army, they are far from comparable to Dong Ping. He saw him dancing with his guns like a tiger entering the flock of sheep. In just a moment, he stabbed several people, and even the momentum of rushing forward was not slow. Fortunately, there were people on the side who fell to the ground and slashed his mount with a knife, which forced Dong Ping to turn to avoid it. However, the Shandong soldiers who came with him had already arrived and instantly swallowed up the dozens of elite Wu army guards who had broken the rear.

Hearing the screams coming from behind, Pang Wanchun's cheeks twisted, but he didn't even turn his head back. He just continued to break through. After slashing a enemy army blocking the front, he finally broke out a bloody path and once again opened the distance with the pursuers. Although these people were his confidants who were trained and cultivated by his hands, they could be said to be sympathetic to his brothers, but in this case, he no longer cared about feeling sad for these people, because as long as he slowed down, he might be caught up with them, and their sacrifices would become worthless!

Without time to feel sad and think, Pang Wanchun continued to rush forward, and then he saw several flags of his home roaming in front of the left, which suddenly made his spirit cheer up and shouted: "Go to the left and meet our team!"

At this time, less than 200 people were left by his side, and he was already disheartened and felt that he might have lost his life here at any time. At this moment, when he saw his own flag, he suddenly felt confident again, and hurriedly shouted and rushed over there with Pang Wanchun.

And there, a remnant soldier of more than 300 people was fighting with a considerable number of Song troops, and it was obvious that they were about to be unable to hold on. At this time, Pang Wanchun finally led the crowd to arrive. Without saying a word, he had endured the pain, swung his sword into the enemy formation again, and collided head-on with Zhou Tong, who was leading the army to destroy the enemy in one fell swoop.

Zhou Tong was shocked when he heard the sound of killing behind him. He quickly looked back and saw such wounded Wu soldiers coming. The leader was still very handsome. He was obviously a Wu army general. He was very happy. He didn't care about continuing to surround the remaining soldiers in front of him. He turned around decisively and killed him. The spear in his hand had already shaken a big gun flower halfway through, and rushed straight to the other party's face and stabbed him hard.

Although he was not a long sword in his hand, Pang Wanchun's movements were not slow. He just swept the gun upwards with a slanted sweep. He continued to control his horse and walked forward, and his sword also fell along the gun rod, heading straight for Zhou Tong's fingers holding the gun and slashed down.

This was too fast, and he caught Zhou Tong off guard. Although he was good at martial arts, he was far from Pang Wanchun's opponent. Faced with such a situation, in order to save his fingers, he could only decisively abandon his gun and then rode his horse to the side.

But this time, as Pang Wanchun expected, just as the moment he pulled the gun, the knife had changed its tricks and slashed forward suddenly, landing on the way of Zhou Tong's dodging. From the perspective of some people, it seemed as if Zhou Tong abandoned the gun himself and knocked his body towards the blade. But when he found that the situation was not good, he had no chance to dodge again.

"Puchi--!" The steel knife quickly slashed into Zhou Tong's neck, and without stopping at all, the little overlord's head was cut off. However, his body was still controlling the war horse and running two steps forward, then shaking it down. Until this time, a shrill scream ejaculated from his mouth, but only half a sound...

As soon as Zhou Tong died, the troops under his command became a little confused. Many of them were brothers on Taohua Mountain. Although they had surrendered to the court for many years, they still regarded him and Li Zhong as a supporter. Now, as soon as the leader died, they suddenly became panicked, and many of them had scattered.

Pang Wanchun had no intention of chasing these people, so he hurriedly led the crowd to the team that had escaped death. Then he saw Liao Qing, who was covered in blood and was shaking. The general's face was full of fear and self-blame: "Pang Shuai, he is confused, he deserves to die..." Before he finished speaking, he saw the wound between Pang Wanchun's waist and abdomen, and was even more shocked: "Pang Shuai, you are also injured..."

Pang Wanchun also didn't expect to meet this disobedient subordinate at this time. He was stunned at first, then said with a stern face: "I won't say anything else, just follow me to kill you!"

"Yes!" Liao Qing's injuries were much heavier than Pang Wanchun, but at this time he agreed loudly, holding up the Xuanhua Axe, which was covered with gaps in his hand, and rushed forward. As a result, the troops around him were replenished, and the momentum of rushing forward became even stronger.

However, the movement here finally made the Shandong army soldiers who were still fighting with the Wu army in the front to come back to their senses. With the orders, many people were quickly dispatched to block and annihilate the enemy army that broke into their own formation. In this way, the troops to face the Wu army head-on were reduced, making more Wu soldiers take the opportunity to fight to the front, and the two groups of troops were even more difficult to separate, and the situation became more chaotic.

After continuing to rush forward for a while and taking the opportunity to save two troops trapped in the Song army formation and only 200 to 300, Pang Wanchun finally had a certain amount of self-protection around him. However, the repeated rushes also worsened his injuries, and the large amount of blood loss made his eyes turn brighter and his spirit began to depress, but he was still holding on with a willpower.

"When you go a little further, you should be able to break through the siege!" The soldiers on the side shouted with anticipation. They had already found that the defense line of the Song army ahead was getting weaker and weaker, and knew that they could almost meet with their own army. This made everyone's fighting spirit more. Everyone rushed forward desperately, protecting Pang Wanchun, who was about to be unable to even sit on the back of the horse, and Liao Qing, who was in a semi-unconscious, continued to break through.

But just as they broke through another line of defense and could see their own team ahead, a string suddenly sounded from the side, and a sharp arrow was already heading straight for Pang Wanchun.

On the other side, Hua Rongzheng led his army to engage in a melee with the Wu army. Suddenly, he saw a group of soldiers coming out of his own formation, and there were two generals. Without thinking, he had already shot a cold arrow.

Li Guang's archery skills were also great. When Pang Wanchun suddenly realized, the arrow was already here. His body was extremely slow. Although he was thinking of dodging, he could not keep up with his movements. Seeing that the arrow was about to hit his neck, a figure suddenly flashed by his side, hitting him hard, knocking him down and falling off the horse, which also made the arrow fail to hit him. However, the figure that hit him became a scapegoat, and was shot by an arrow, and snorted and landed on the ground.

After a while, Pang Wanchun realized. When he turned around, he saw Liao Qing on the ground twitching for the last time. The ground was covered with blood. He could no longer live.

"Protect Pang Shuai! Let's fight out!" The others finally came back to their senses at this time, rushed forward, carried Pang Wanchun with all his might and rushed out. At this time, they could not even care about the Song army that was constantly coming, and did not resist, but had to escape. After paying an extremely heavy price, they finally joined the Wu army that came up. At this time, only more than 200 people were still following Pang Wanchun.

After joining with his own team, Pang Wanchun finally breathed a sigh of relief. This time, it was a life-and-death period. Unfortunately, he failed to kill the Song army's chief general. The only gain was to shoot their lights...

Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked up at the central military office of the Song army, and then he felt a dizzy turn, blood surged, and a mouthful of blood spurted out - he saw that the high flagpole had been replaced with a brightly colored flag, swaying, commanding the Song army to change formations!

In other words, his previous rush to kill was a waste of money but his losses were a waste!

Angry, unwilling, panic, regretful... All kinds of emotions filled Pang Wanchun's chest instantly. In addition, he was seriously injured, so he could not hold on. After vomiting blood from the mouth, he completely fell into a coma...
Chapter completed!