"This is a devil-like enemy." Zhang Yi looked at the depths of the rain and murmured to comment.

Gongsun Jia and Gongzi Jie didn't speak, and they were still scared of that ghost-like guy.

It was already dark and the rain seemed to be a little lighter, but it was still falling.

Gongsun Jia asked: "What should we do?"

Zhang Yi smiled bitterly: "What else can I do? I have to cross the river tonight, otherwise I may be flooded by floods and annihilated."

"But, has that enemy gone far?" Gongsun Jia asked, but immediately felt that he was very stupid and naive.

Zhang Yi shook his head, "Now, he is like a wealthy wolf who smells the stinking smell. Just now, he only ate half full. The half full wolf will not give up his food, and he is also a sheep without resistance."

Everyone who heard such comments felt a cold and numb back. This was not only caused by the rain, but also because of the uncertain oppression caused by the jackals hidden behind the rain.

If you are half full, you will eat up less than 30,000 soldiers. If you are full, you will have to satisfy your life and body.

"Now our army is exhausted and our morale is extremely depressed. We should be stationed here to rest." Gongsun Jia had no confidence in suggesting.

Zhang Yi shook his head with difficulty: "Although the rain is light, it is not guaranteed to stop. We are stationed in Hongfan District, seeking death. The enemy attacks in this way, judged by their number, and according to his final decisive battle with us, their purpose is to drag us to the south of Zhangshui, waiting for God's power, and that is, he is to delay our attack on Handan." Then he made a firm decision: "No matter what purpose he uses, I will never let him succeed."

Young Master Jie shivered with a pale face and asked, "How should he deal with the raid if he comes again?"

Gongsun Jia replied on behalf of Zhang Yi: "I will take out 30,000 troops to be on guard against three sides to protect the central army to continue moving forward." Since the commander decided to continue, as a deputy general, he must formulate a plan and implement it.

Thirty thousand is equivalent to feeding the wolf. As long as the jackal is full, the flock will be given up. But can the wolf hide behind the rain be full? Can he give up the flock?

"To achieve your goal, a hero should cut off his arm." Zhang Yi said expressionlessly: "Just follow the general's plan, the entire army will continue to travel north."

Thirty thousand soldiers were stripped away, lined up on three sides in the mud and heavy rain to guard against the enemy. The army continued to struggle in the mud and advance northward.

"Zhang Yi, you can do it, you're ruthless." After an hour of rest, Zhao Xing recovered. His health was not as good as the soldiers. He recovered, and the other soldiers also recovered.

Xu Jie said: "According to the report, Zhang Yi's method is feasible, but it's a little bit ruthless, at least, it's more ruthless than me."

"We must be more ruthless than him when dealing with ruthless people." Zhao Xing gritted his teeth and made a decision: "I must not let him cross the river easily. Even if God doesn't help me, I will bite off a piece of his flesh and peel him a layer of skin." Zhao Xing also became ruthless.

"Can the entire army fight?"

Nine thousand soldiers raised their swords together to respond: "The mighty and powerful Zhao will never stop fighting until the blood is drained, and will never return until the battle is won."

Zhao Xing was very satisfied with Zhao's stubbornness and strength, so he continued to make a loud order: "Drink strong wine to warm up, and then follow me and kill Wei Gou."

All the soldiers picked up the wine bag at their waists, pulled the plug, looked up at the rain, poured the strong wine in the bag into their chests. Then, they put the wine bags away and pulled out the ring-hand knife.

"Set out." Zhao Xingfei stomped on the horse, knocked his belly, and rushed into the rain.

The nightmare appeared again. In the dark rain screen, the devil and wolf rushed out again and rushed towards the 10,000-year-old team.

The night does not distinguish between enemies and us, but this is not important. Those who kill in front of us will be the enemy. The night does not distinguish between enemies and us, but this is not important. As long as you kill all those standing on the ground or those who ride on the horse, that is the enemy.

Standing in the mud and water, the Wei and Qin coalition forces were so tired that they didn't even have the strength to pick up the long spear. This was a massacre, a real massacre.

The slaughtered is because of fate and mission, and the slaughtered is because--I don't know why.

Zhang Yi looked at the 10,000 people wall and was cut off one by one.

Zhao Xing looked at his subordinates slashing the head on the opposite side tiredly.

Both of them felt bored.

Zhao Xing felt bored when he watched the unmoved enemy army continue to travel north, and when he saw one down, one of them numbly stepped forward to fill the position, making the team that was deeply trapped in his horse's hooves unable to continue moving forward. But this was a war, a war that consumed the enemy with all his might, and tried his best to hold the enemy back and let the enemy wait for the war of heavenly punishment in Hongfan District. He had to do this.

The coalition forces of Wei and Qin were cut down.

Ten thousand soldiers were destroyed, and Zhang Yi ordered with a blank expression: "Another ten thousand."

So, another ten thousand soldiers left the team and lined up in front of Zhao Xing to block his way. Then, holding the spear, but without any offensive strength, he let Zhao's ring-handled knife cut off his head.

"The road is slow, thirsty, hunger. My heart is sad, no one knows my sorrow. (The road is slowly moving slowly, hungry and thirsty. My heart is so sad, but I know my sorrow "The Book of Songs·Xiao Ya·Caiwei")——" A low and sorrowful song sounded on the battlefield, singing, accepting the massacre and abandoning the north. And behind them, the torrent of the Central Army, as if they did not exist, struggling in the mud, moving forward numbly.

What kind of scene is this?

"Stop." Xu Jie cried and held Zhao Xing's hand: "A kind person loves his lover, even if it is an enemy, what's the point of this kind of massacre? Stop, my Lord." He was already in tears.

In the heavy rain, Zhao Xing lowered his head and looked at Xu Jie. A person with the darkest mentality was moved and guilty by this state. So what else should he say?

Zhao Xing felt sorry and gratified. Unfortunately, he would give up the greatest opportunity to consume the enemy, but he was relieved that the most trustworthy people around him, the most sinister taxi, and humanity.

I use everyone, but I really don’t want the ones around me to be poisonous snakes without bloody human feelings.

"I still have human nature to withdraw troops for yours. But remember that war should not be kind to the goal of victory. Duke Xiang of Song is not far away from the past." Zhao Xing pretended to be a villain and scolded Xu Jie. In fact, he could not bear it anymore, but this order must be put forward by others, otherwise his indecisive personality would be known to the public.

Xu Jie was not angry because he took the blame, but was moved by his kindness and was moved by the Lord's acceptance.

The killing stopped, and nearly ten thousand devils slowly retreated into the rain curtain again.

Zhang Yi breathed a sigh of relief again because he had prepared another 10,000-man team.

A political gentleman is actually only for real gentlemen. Do you still need gentlemen for these grass-roots people? Zhang Yi believes that he thinks so, and the opponent on the other side thinks so.
Chapter completed!