Jun Jiuling - Chapter 595

[Chapter 29 Troops and Horses Retreat in Distress]

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I’m just afraid that this time the misfortune will be less fortunate.

But so what.

Up to now, if you fight, you have hope of life, but if you don’t fight, you will die.

“Hold on for three more days, and the people of Bazhou will all retreat.” Xia Yong said, feeling the thunderous hoofs in front of him, looking at the terrified expressions of the surrounding soldiers, 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 and move without hesitation as the army moves.

“Kill!”

Without any distractions, they urged the horses to maintain the battle line, and followed Xia Yong and rolled forward to meet the rushing Jin Bing.

The horses’ hooves were dusty and the two armies collided together.

Fighting the sky.

Looking at the two sides who were fighting tragically, the soldiers lined up in the army stood still, with no sadness, no injury, ignorance and no consciousness, just waiting for the order.

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

“History, are you afraid?” Miss Jun said suddenly.

“What are you afraid of?” Zhao Hanqing said, looking ahead with bright eyes, “Sister, when will I be able to go into battle?”

She had no intention of listening to Miss Jun at all.

Miss Jun smiled.

“I’m afraid something is wrong this time.” She said, with a solemn expression, “A large number of people from the Jin people are gathering here.”

Zhao Hanqing snorted.

“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? I can do what you can do.”

Let my father know that

I can be no worse than others.

Miss Jun laughed and put down the bow and crossbow.

“My bow and crossbow are not as good as you.” She said, taking out a long whip, “I’ll use this.”

Zhao Hanqing snorted.

“You know this? Why didn’t you say it.” She said, “I want to learn too.”

Miss Jun smiled and nodded.

“Okay, I’ll teach you when I go back this time,” she said.

Yang Jing on the side looked down.

If you can go back.

Miss Jun is about to go into battle, it can be seen that she has made a decision to die.

After fighting for so long, both manpower and weapons have been worn out a lot, and more and more golden soldiers have gone south. This time it is indeed dangerous.

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In Baozhou, it was more tragic than Bazhou.

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

When Zhu Zan brought Shenzhou troops to Baozhou, the peace talks officially ended, Zhou soldiers retreated, and Jin soldiers poured in.

There are people fleeing everywhere in Baozhou, and behind them are the Jin soldiers who follow closely.

Villages and towns were trampled, fireworks lingered as far as the eye could see, and the walls were broken.

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

The battle was finally over as the last golden soldier was split in two by the saber.

There were corpses scattered on the ground, some from Jin soldiers and some from Zhou soldiers.

Zhu Zan, who was covered in blood, looked around. Of the seven hundred people who came out, there were only less than three hundred left, and all of them were injured.

He raised his sleeves and wiped the blood from his face.

There are their own and there are golden soldiers.

But because the sleeves were also stained with blood, the wiping on his face was even more ferocious.

After separating some people to clean up the dead and wounded, Zhu Zan waved at the others.

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

The houses in the village, which had just been looted by the Jin soldiers, were still burning and smelled of burnt stench.

It stinks too.

A few soldiers couldn’t help covering their noses, but Zhu Zan and the woodcutter suddenly changed color, quickened their pace and rushed inwards when they smelled the smell.

What’s wrong?

The soldiers from Shenzhou hurriedly followed, and as soon as they entered the village, they stopped, and everyone’s hair stood on end.

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

A pyre is burning at the entrance of the village, and the stench is emitted from here.

But if you look carefully, it is not a pile of pyre, but a pile of human corpses.

Although many of them have been burnt and dark, they are vaguely distinguishable from men, women and children, and they are obviously the villagers here.

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

Many soldiers covered their mouths and retched.

Zhu Zan burst into laughter when he saw the scene, his eyes seemed to be red with blood.

“Look, look, this is the end of losing one’s home and country.” He shouted hoarsely, pointing to the burning corpse, “I am a big week, I am a big week! People are like firewood! People are like firewood!”

I am a big week, how did it become like this.

Everyone stood at the entrance of the village, and the injuries on their bodies did not make them cry. At this time, many people watched this scene with tears in their eyes.

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

“Kill the thief,” he called.

The scattered horses were reconvened, and the soldiers mounted their horses one after another, and followed Zhu Zan to the north, with a town in front of them faintly visible.

“Prince!” Some soldiers chased from behind and shouted, “Don’t go.”

He stopped him with a horse, looking anxious.

“The golden soldiers have already occupied the town, and thousands of golden soldiers are rushing.” He said, “Jiang Caoshou asks Shizi to return quickly. There is no longer any stay here.”

Zhu Zan pulled his horse and looked forward, and the wilderness seemed to be faint. There were people crying.

“How can I give up, how can I give up.” He said in a low voice, and after he said it, the long knife in his hand pointed forward, and he rushed forward over the soldier.

The people behind him didn’t stop at all, and followed Zhu Zan and rolled forward.

“You are crazy!” the soldiers shouted, anxious and puzzled, “The Jin Bing is coming.”

Because the Jin Bing came, he rushed forward without hesitation.

Don’t abandon it, don’t abandon it, if you can save one is one, otherwise what will happen to these people, they have seen it with their own eyes.

The military horses galloped, and the city ahead became clearer and clearer.

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

The humming sound seemed to come from the sky.

The galloping men were slightly startled, and Zhu Zan raised his head with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Is this the horn of the army?

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This is the horn of the golden man to withdraw his troops.

Yang Jing was very sure. Hearing the sound of the horn in front of him, he saw that the golden soldiers were retreating after a wave of battles.

How is this going?

And Xia Yong, Li Guorui and others, who had reunited after the battle in the front, also looked puzzled.

They were panting, their faces bloodied, and they didn’t look relieved when they watched these golden soldiers retreating like a tidal wave.

“Are the golden soldiers gathered together to prepare for a new round of attacks?” said a general.

Most likely.

Xia Yong clenched the long knife 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 on my face, but unfortunately the air is filled with the smell of blood, which cannot make people intoxicated.

I don’t know how long the phalanx has been standing still, but Jin Bing has never been seen rushing forward.

The blood slid along his forehead into the corners of his eyes, and Xia Yong had no choice but to raise his hand to wipe it away.

This action is extra conspicuous in the purging phalanx.

As a leader, this is an unforgivable move, but Xia Yong doesn’t want to get into this now.

“It’s not right,” he said, turning his head.

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