Chariot?

Where did the chariot come from?

Shi Sheng cut off the last Jin army soldier who had no time to escape in half. He looked shocked and had a look of confusion in his eyes.

The Jin army made such a big noise and even let the chariots drive into the camp. Is my ears and ears outside for a good meal?

The rain was raking, just like the rain of arrows that had never stopped in the sky, and it was biting cold.

How tall were the two chariots? They stood in front of the gate of the village. In front of the chariot, there was also a thick iron shield with blades that was taller than the chariot.

Obviously, as long as you break out of the gate of the camp, you can kill all directions, but this steel line of defense is like a natural chasm, separating success and failure, and also separating life and death.

Shi Sheng's eyes were firm, and he knew in his heart that he had two choices now.

The first one is to use your life to fill it up, break through this steel defense line, and kill the night-attacked enemy!

The second is to retreat and retreat from the back door of the camp.

But whether it is the first choice or the second choice, it is very difficult for Shi Sheng.

You said you should fill it out with your life?

This chariot is two people tall, and this thick iron shield will have to hit more than a dozen times even if it is used to rush, let alone break it with flesh and blood?

There were no corpses of hundreds of people, and they were not piled up to a height of more than two meters.

Besides...

It's raining all the time now, and it's raining arrows.

It's soothing, it's cooler than the cold rain falling from the sky.

Every moment, soldiers fell down. They died, so unworthy and cowardly.

But to withdraw?

This retreat was a defeat, and the back door of the camp was so big. Once it retreated, it would be killed by the Jin army as a pig.

How to choose?

Huh huh huh huh huh ~

Shi Sheng's breathing became rapid.

In front of him, the guards held a round shield in their hands to resist the arrows that kept shooting from afar. Some people kept falling in front of him, and some people kept taking the gap.

He clenched his fists, his face gloomy, and he seemed not determined to retreat.

"General, the situation is critical. This village gate can't rush at all. Retreat? Retreat!"

Gao Liju had long wanted to run away. Now that he saw the arrows on his head shooting like raindrops, Shi Sheng was still hesitating, and he was extremely anxious.

"Gaoliju, how could I have a brother-in-law like you?"

Shi Sheng spat hard, resisted the urge to lift Gao Li with one knife, and said almost gritting his teeth: "Retreat!"

This retreat was like a prelude to escape. The entire army was originally fleeing, like headless flies, fleeing towards the back door of the camp.

Shi Sheng suddenly regretted it on the way back!

Why should I just say withdraw?

The three thousand elite soldiers under his command rushed to the front, but instead the vassal Han soldiers, the civil servants and the masters ran at the back. Now when he said that he had withdrawn, the three thousand elite soldiers were blocked.

Whoosh swish swish swish ~

Arrows are like rain!

Personal guards kept falling down beside him.

Shi Sheng's face was distorted and he shouted: "Listen, the Han military and civilians, please give up your way quickly, otherwise you will be killed without any mercy! The warrior of Zhejie will fight for a bloody path. Anyone who blocks the former will be killed without mercy!"

The back of his butt was shot by arrows like locusts. His losses can be described as heavy, and the way to escape in front was blocked.

Now, Shi Sheng can't take care of too much.

Even if you are your own person in front of you, you will still be killed.

Therefore, a funny scene appeared. Shi Sheng's three thousand elite soldiers pulled out their waists and heads, and they were not aimed at the Jin army that Zhao Xun came to attack, but rather belonged to the Han army and the Han people's men and the master of the Han people.

For a moment, screams were endless.

"Master, do you want to lead the army to attack?"

Zhao Xun had already expected what happened in front of him. He waved his hand and said, "No hurry, let's play with him again."

Now is not the time. The thousands of Jiehu soldiers under Shi Sheng are indeed elite. If Shi Sheng attacks rashly and Shi Sheng returns to attack, it would be awful.

It’s better to wait until Shi Sheng is about to leave the camp before he attacks again.

The three thousand Jiehu soldiers were like a spear that was unstoppable, and they were scattered a bloody road from the Han army and the Han people's man Tushizi.

Seeing that Shi Sheng and others were about to leave the camp, Zhao Xun waved calmly at this time.

"Strike!"

The chariots separated a gap for four people to pass through. They were wearing armor, holding long spears in their hands, and carrying thick circles of leather ropes around their waists slowly stepped forward.

Now that the enemy has collapsed, the Jiehu soldiers may have the will to resist, but the Han army and civilians have no such will to fight.

Anyway, everyone is in trouble, and they can live for one day.

It was like driving cattle and sheep, thousands of elite soldiers easily subdued the Han army and civilians, among which the bold and reckless, were killed immediately.

They had no idea of ​​going up to chase Shi Sheng, but they actually let Shi Sheng's troops escape from the camp.

As for why Zhao Xun didn't chase...

The reason is very simple.

First, Gongsun Xiu's dragon cavalry had been waiting behind the camp, and there was no doubt that the cavalry was a one-sided massacre against the defeated soldiers.

Second, the Jiehu of Shi Sheng's troops is difficult to tame, and it is also an elite army. If you kill, you will lose money. If you capture it, you cannot replenish your strength and can only go to mining.

What's the point?

In Zhao Xun's view, the civilians were the most important to the thousands of strong men in front of him.

After digesting these people, his strength will be improved again.

The land in Huainan is still waiting for people to reclaim!

The rain was still rushing, but the war in the camp had gradually subsided. As for Gongsun Xiu's harvest behind the camp, he would only know after dawn.

"Kongcao, the chief clerk, go and count the losses and harvests, and then bring these prisoners back to Huainan in an orderly manner. We don't have much time."

Huaibei Camp is not far from Huaiyin County City, and there are as many as five nearby dock walls, which are all potential threats.

The faster you move, the less dangerous it will be.

"clear."

Gongcao Zhang Jing and chief clerk Gou Yuan nodded and obeyed the orders, counted the losses and harvests of war, and brought back the prisoners. They had already done too many times.

I am familiar with the process, and if I do such a thing, I can only describe it as being familiar with it.

Zhao Xun looked at the bloody camp. Although the night was heavy and he could not see his fingers. Although the rain was pouring and the sound of rain was roaring, Zhao Xun could still imagine the hell-like appearance in the camp.

These days, the waters of the Huaihe River are probably red.

This is a fucking war.

Zhao Xun sighed deeply. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.

When will the world be peaceful?

When can I let my son and grandson go through a tragic war with me?

"Lin'er~"

Zhao Xun's body was facing the south, his eyes were deep, and his gaze seemed to be able to see Zhao Yue in Jiankang Manor through hundreds of miles.

He murmured to himself: "As a father, I can only protect you for a while. In this chaotic world, I have to rely on you in the future!"

Thinking of his son trying to learn martial arts, Zhao Xun was both excited and bleak.

"This fucking world!"

Zhao Xun spat fiercely!
Chapter completed!