Qin Changyun looked at Yuan Shunhe's stubborn appearance, and the bloodshot eyes of regret were clearly visible.
"Brother Yuan, if we attack you again, your entire army will be wiped out!"
"Where the military orders are, I will have no regrets even if I die!"
Yuan Shunhe's words caused the more than a thousand wounded soldiers behind him to raise their swords and echo loudly.
"Where the military orders are, I will have no regrets even if I die!"
"Where the military orders are, I will have no regrets even if I die!"
"Where the military orders are, I will have no regrets even if I die!"
Three deafening shouts in a row expressed the determination of the remaining soldiers of the Flying Eagle Guard to enter the capital to support orthodoxy.
Seeing Qin Changyun riding back in despair, Yuan Shunhe raised the flag in his hand with a painful expression.
"Brothers, even if you fight to the last man, you still have to let me enter the capital to support orthodoxy!
Be loyal to your country today. Go ahead!"
Qin Changyun listened to the movement behind him, mist appeared in his eyes, and his left hand that raised the flag stiffened for a moment and waved it down heavily.
"kill!"
The smoke raised by the war horses was enough to obscure the sky over Maplewood Town.
One after another, the soldiers were beheaded by each other's former life and death robes, and the delicate flags fell into a pool of blood, making the already bright red flags even brighter.
The charge of 1,500 men.
The charge of 1,100 men!
The charge of seven hundred men.
The charge of three hundred men.
The charge of eighty men!
The charge of twenty men.
Yuan Shunhe's mouth was filled with blood. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the three deadly arrows from his chest, and raised the flag in his hand tremblingly.
"Fei...Flying Eagle Guard...charge...charge! Kuangfu...support...orthodox..."
The remaining eight men of the four thousand Eagle Guard cavalry once again charged towards the south with their horses and swords raised.
Lang Jiang Yuan Shunhe fell off his horse midway, and his life was lost.
There was another bloody charge.
In the end, all eight people were killed with swords.
A bloody Eagle Guard soldier vomited blood and looked back at General Yuan Shunhe, who had died quietly, and struggled to crawl towards the Eagle Guard flag at Yuan Shunhe's hand.
"General...the little rope is still...still alive...I'm here...to pick up the flag...to pick up the flag...
Already..."
Qin Changyun covered the wound on his left arm that had been pierced by the arrow, and walked towards Yuan Shunhe with staggering steps. He struggled to pull out the blood-stained flag that Yuan Shunhe was holding tightly in his hand and walked towards the small rope.
He stuffed the Eagle Guard's flag into Little Rope's hand.
"Brother, what's your name?"
"King...the rope!"
"Wang Shengshuang, what a name! Brother, please leave a seedling for your heroic battalion of the Flying Eagle Guard, don't rush anymore!"
Little Rope grinned, clutched the flag in his hand tightly and climbed towards the south.
"Thank you...Thank you General for your kindness...but...but...but...but I received...received
The order is......... is... to enter the capital... to support orthodoxy...
Brothers...all died in battle...I can't...can't be a coward...
The military order...where the military order is...you have to crawl...you have to...climb back..."
Before Wang Shengseng could finish his last sentence, he clutched the Flying Eagle Guard's command flag tightly and died in a pool of blood, unable to crawl anymore!
Qin Changyun looked at Xiao Rope's body lying in a pool of blood, and looked around the tragic battlefield for a week. The weak soft seat was stunned in the blood.
Time passes, and the setting sun is like blood.
The commander of the army, Sima, walked over holding the roster with a low expression.
"General, four thousand... four thousand people... none... none of them survived, they all died in battle!
Our army lost a total of 3,700 people, more than 1,400 were killed in battle, and more than 1,100 were seriously injured, not counting minor injuries!"
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Qin Changyun beat his hands on the ground and roared to the sky.
When the last trace of the blood-like setting sun receded, Qin Changyun stood up with a sad expression, silently took off his helmet, and knelt down on one knee to salute the battlefield in front of him.
"Brothers, let's go!"
The more than 7,000 people in Fengying, the commander of the trapped army, who were not seriously ill, also took off their helmets and knelt down facing the battlefield.
"Brothers, let's go!"
Chapter completed!