The young principal who was helped up by his guards looked pale: "General, the Han army, the Han army is catching up!"

The small school's words made Zhang Hua feel like he had fallen into an ice cave.

The water, which was obviously cool, seemed to suddenly become extremely cold.

Zhang Hua didn't even want to believe what the principal said, and his lips trembled: "Impossible! The Han army is attacking Yuzhong and has not caught up at all!"

Is this Wei Yan sick? Is he sick?

I deliberately stayed at Shanguan for one night while you were busy attacking Yuzhong.

I left the mountain pass, you catch up?

Could it be that you captured Yuzhong in just half a day?

Impossible, impossible!

In despair, he gained infinite hope, and then fell into the abyss from infinite hope. The ups and downs, the feeling of being played with in the palm of his hand, Zhang Hua could no longer bear.

Coupled with the scorching sun, he felt his chest was extremely heavy and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

The commander is still like this, let alone the soldiers below?

"The Shu army is coming from behind!"

The Wei army, which had not yet crossed the water, was horrified. The morale at the front was like a rainbow, but suddenly it collapsed like a mountain.

Don’t worry about scarcity, but worry about inequality.

The Han army in front has already moved out of the way, and some of my colleagues have reached the other side. Why should I stay here?

Without being driven back by the Han troops behind them, the Wei troops jumped into the water one after another. Many people trampled on each other, and some even fell into the water and were stepped on by their comrades behind them and could not get up again.

The chaos that followed soon spread to the West Bank.

At this time, Jincheng Chief Shi Zhangjiu, who was leading the army to force the Han army back to the camp, was setting up defenses to the west of the Han army's camp to prevent the Han army from fighting against the trapped beasts.

At the same time, he was about to send someone to contact his clan uncle when he heard a huge noise from the river bank ahead.

"what happened?"

Zhang didn't know what was happening before him, so he shouted and asked.

Before he could figure out the situation, the Wei army that originally came from the east bank and defended the east side of the camp began to waver.

"The Shu army is coming from behind!"

Wei Jun, who followed and hurriedly climbed ashore, shouted in panic.

The Han army, who thought they had been forced back to the camp and did not dare to come out, suddenly heard loud drums and fired a dense burst of arrow feathers from the camp.

At the same time, the gate of the village was opened wide, and the Han army, which had recovered some of its strength, rushed out again.

The Wei army guarding in front of the stronghold was shaken due to the chaos at the rear, but Zhang Hua vomited blood and fainted, leaving no one to command him for a while.

As soon as they were attacked by the Han army, and because no one came to support them, they collapsed without even a few attempts to resist.

Some people were even forced back into the river, where dozens of people drowned.

The army led by Zhang Hua finally became completely confused.

"Hold on! Don't panic!"

The soldiers sent out to try to maintain order were swept away by the surging troops and disappeared.

The chaos is completely out of control.

"Quick, go find the prefect!"

Although Zhang Jiu did not fully understand what happened, he was caught off guard and could only strictly defend his position and at the same time not forget to ask people to find Zhang Hua.

Seeing that the Wei army coming from the east bank suddenly became chaotic, Zhang was at a loss.

Who are you? What are you doing?

What about the planned attack on the Han army?

Zhang Jiu's eyes began to turn red with anxiety.

When he heard the shouting of killing from the front again, his eyes turned from red with anger to despair: "I wish I could be your mother!"

The situation took a turn for the worse, and Zhang simply could not accept this fact at once.

"General, I heard people shouting outside, saying that the Han army behind them is catching up!"

The personal guard who finally got the news came back in panic to report.

Looking at the defeated troops running all over the mountains and fields, Zhang smiled miserably and said, "We have fallen short. Jincheng no longer belongs to the Wei Dynasty! Liangzhou is over!"

He drew his sword in his hand and slashed the stone angrily. Sparks flew everywhere: "Xu Miao is just a civil servant. He only knows how to govern the people but not how to fight the war!"

"Jincheng in Yuzhong is the gateway to Liangzhou, and Xiping cannot reach Liangzhou's fingertips. Losing Xiping and Liangzhou can still be saved, but losing Jincheng, how can Liangzhou be safe?"

"General, let's withdraw!"

The guard urged.

"Evacuate? Where to retreat?"

Zhang pointed his sword at the battlefield that had become chaotic, "If we turn around and look back, do you believe that those broken troops will be able to break up our formation?"

"Besides, even if we can go back, what can we do to defend Jincheng?"

Hearing what Zhang said, all the generals and commanders around him felt as if they were mourning for their heirs.

Governor Zhang had taken away most of Jincheng's troops and was now being driven away by the Han army like pigs and dogs.

The reinforcements they brought out this time are already the last foundation for Jincheng. Now they can neither advance nor retreat.

Gone, all gone.

The commander-in-chief no longer had to worry about chasing the defeated troops. Wei Yan rode his horse and entered the camp "stomp, stomp, stomp".

At a glance, I saw a man standing at the highest point of the camp, holding an oil umbrella to shade him from the sun. He stood there alone, looking aloof and independent.

He drove his horse down, looked up at Feng Yong above, and said nothing.

Feng Yong, who was wearing a thin Confucian shirt, looked down at him and said, "I thought you wouldn't come!"

The weather was so hot that Feng Junhou, who was wearing iron armor, almost suffocated to death. As soon as the Wei army was defeated and it was determined that there was no more danger, a certain rustic immediately put on a cool light shirt.

Wei Yan, who didn't understand the situation, was slightly surprised when he saw that Feng Yong was so calm and calm, with the air of a Confucian general, and his face remained unchanged.

This young man Feng could still look like this despite being attacked from both sides by Cao's thieves. He really looked like a general.

Recalling that the Prime Minister also wears a feather fan and a turban, drives a four-wheeled car in and out, and always looks calm and composed, Wei Yan couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

"Come here and see if you're dead. Maybe I can make it in time to collect your body."

Feng Yong laughed and was not angry. He suddenly asked a question: "Is the engineering camp easy to use?"

Although he didn't like this kid, Wei Yan had to admit: "It's good for attacking cities."

"So you wish I were dead and want to inherit my engineering camp?"

Feng Yong sneered.

Zhang Yuan, who was standing below and obeying orders at any time, suddenly lowered his head and bit his tongue to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

When a son inherits from his father, that is called inheritance.

Is the mountain chief planning to become the master of General Wei?

It's just that Wei Yan is a big boss, how can he know the viciousness of Feng Langjun's words?

He frowned, feeling that this was not a good thing to say, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

He knew that this man's tongue was as sharp as a knife, and few people could compete with him.

Moreover, this kid's identity is different from the past. My own identity can no longer suppress him.

Seeing this boy standing peacefully on a high place enjoying the cool breeze and not being killed by the Cao thieves for the time being, he snorted and didn't reply.
Chapter completed!