Jun Jiuling

I'm afraid this time the odds are more than good.

But so what.

As things stand now, if there is a war, there is hope for life, and if there is no war, it will be death.

"Persist for another three days, and the people of Bazhou will all retreat." Xia Yong said, feeling the thunderous hoofbeats in front of him, and seeing the terrified expressions of Zhou Bing around him, he shouted sharply, and raised the crossbow in his hand, "kill."

He took the lead and rushed forward.

The soldiers and generals have formed a habit of running without hesitation as the army moves.

"kill!"

They had no more distracting thoughts, urged their horses to maintain the battle ranks, and followed Xia Yong to roll forward to meet the rushing golden soldiers.

The horse's hooves were flying and the dust was flying, and the two armies collided.

The fight shook the sky.

Looking at the two sides who were fighting fiercely together, the soldiers lined up in the army stood still, with no sorrow, no injury, no sense, no sense, and a blank expression, just waiting for orders.

Zhao Hanqing rode his horse around the open space in the formation, seeming a little restless and impatient.

"Han Qing, are you afraid?" Miss Jun said suddenly.

"What are you afraid of?" Zhao Hanqing said, looking ahead with bright eyes, "Sister, when can I go to battle?"

He didn't care to listen to Miss Jun at all.

Miss Jun smiled.

"I'm afraid this time something is not good." She said with a solemn expression, "A large number of Jin people are gathering here."

Zhao Hanqing said oh.

"Are you afraid?" she asked.

Miss Jun smiled and shook her head.

Zhao Hanqing also smiled and shook his head.

"Then what am I afraid of." She said, with a bit of arrogance, "Am I not as good as you? If you can do it, I can do it too."

Let my father know that I can be no worse than others.

Miss Jun laughed and put down the crossbow.

"My bow and crossbow are not as good as yours." She said, taking out a long whip, "I'll use this."

Zhao Hanqing babbled.

"You know this? Why didn't you say that." She said, "I want to learn too."

Miss Jun nodded with a smile.

"Okay, when I go back this time, I'll teach you." She said.

Yang Jing on the side lowered his eyes.

If you can go back.

Miss Jun was about to go into battle, so she had made a decision to die.

After fighting for so long, both manpower and weapons were exhausted, and more and more golden soldiers went south. This time it was indeed dangerous.

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In Baozhou, it was even more tragic than in Bazhou.

First, because Cheng Guogong was stationed close to Baozhou, out of trust in Cheng Guogong, the people retreated slowly. Second, the nearby state city was also on guard at the beginning and refused to open the city gate.

When Zhu Zan came to Baozhou with Shenzhou soldiers and horses, the peace negotiation officially ended, Zhou Bing retreated, and Jin soldiers poured in like a tide.

There are fleeing people everywhere in Baozhou, and the golden soldiers are closely following behind them.

Villages and towns have been trampled to pieces, fireworks are lingering everywhere, and walls and walls are ruined.

There was a sound of fighting in front of a village.

As the last golden soldier was split in two with a saber, the battle finally came to an end.

There were corpses scattered on the ground, some of Jin Bing and Zhou Bing.

Zhu Zan, who was covered in blood, looked around. Out of the 700 people who came out, there were only less than 300 left, and everyone was injured.

He raised his sleeve and wiped the blood on his face.

They have their own as well as those of Jin Bing.

But because the sleeve was also stained with blood, this wipe made his face even more ferocious.

Some people were separated to clean up the dead and wounded comrades, and Zhu Zan waved at the others.

"See if there are any survivors in this village," he said.

The houses in the village that had just been ransacked by Jin Bing were still burning, exuding a scorching smell.

It also stinks.

Several soldiers couldn't help covering their noses, but Zhu Zan and the woodcutter suddenly changed their colors, quickened their pace and rushed inward after smelling the smell.

What's wrong? The soldiers from Shenzhou hurriedly followed, and when they entered the village, their footsteps stopped, and everyone's hair stood on end.

The soldiers who were accustomed to seeing life and death also let out a low cry, and looked at the front and stiffened.

A firewood pile at the entrance of the village is burning, and the stench is coming from here.

But if you look closely, it's not a pyre, but a pile of human corpses.

Although many of them had been burnt black, they could be vaguely identified as men, women, old and children, obviously villagers here.

Although he served as a soldier in the North, killed gold thieves, saw battlefields, and suppressed bandits, he had never seen such a miserable scene in so many years.

Many soldiers covered their mouths and retched.

Zhu Zan suddenly burst into laughter watching the scene, his eyes were as if they were stained red with blood.

"Look, look, this is what happens when you lose your home and country." He yelled hoarsely, pointing at the pile of burning corpses, "I am Da Zhou, I am Da Zhou! People are like sticks! People are like sticks!"

My big week, how did it become like this.

Everyone stood at the entrance of the village blankly. The injuries on their bodies did not make them cry. Many people watched this scene with tears in their eyes.

Zhu Zan laughed a few times, turned around and ran out of the village.

"Kill the thief," he yelled.

The scattered horses were regrouped, and all the soldiers got on their horses one after another, and followed Zhu Zan to gallop northward, with a town faintly visible in front of them.

"My son!" A soldier chasing after him shouted, "Don't go forward."

He galloped his horse to stop him, looking anxious.

"The golden soldiers have occupied the town, and tens of thousands of golden soldiers are rushing forward." He said, "Jiang Caoshou, please return quickly, the son, you can't stay here any longer."

Zhu Zan reined in his horse and looked forward. There seemed to be faint cries from the people in the wilderness.

"How can you give up, how can you give up." He said in a low voice, he clamped his horse's belly, pointed the long knife in his hand forward, and ran forward over the soldiers.

The people behind did not stop at all, they followed Zhu Zan closely and rolled forward.

"You are crazy!" shouted the soldiers, anxious and puzzled, "the golden soldiers are coming."

It was precisely because Jin Bing came that he rushed forward without hesitation.

Don't give up, don't give up, if you can save one person, otherwise, what will happen to these people, they have already seen it with their own eyes.

The army horse galloped, and the city ahead became more and more clear.

Every soldier clenched the long knife in his hand, waiting for the coming bloody battle.

The whining sound seemed to come from the sky.

The galloping men and horses were slightly stunned, Zhu Zan raised his head, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Is this the clarion call to withdraw troops?

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This is the clarion call for the Jinren to withdraw their troops.

Yang Jing was very sure. Hearing the whining horns ahead, he saw that the golden soldiers after the battle were indeed retreating.

How is this going?

And Xia Yong, Li Guorui and others who regrouped after the battle ahead also looked puzzled.

They were panting, their bodies and faces were stained with blood, and they didn't look relaxed when they saw these golden soldiers retreating like a tide.

"Is it because the Jin soldiers are gathering to prepare for a new round of attack?" said a general.

Most likely.

Xia Yong gripped the long knife tightly with his injured hand.

"Line up, line up." He shouted.

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The sun is shining brightly, and the spring breeze is blowing, but unfortunately, there is a bloody smell in the air, which cannot make people intoxicated.

I don't know how long the phalanx stood in silence, but the golden soldiers never came rushing again.

The blood slid down the forehead and into the corners of the eyes, blinking could no longer make the vision clear, Xia Yong had to raise his hand to wipe it off.

This action is extra conspicuous in the clean-up square.

As a leader, this is an unforgivable action, but Xia Yong doesn't want to delve into this right now.

"It's not right," he said, turning his head.

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