Hundreds of war horses "crashed" directly against the thin wall of humans, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. The official army broke through the wall and threw away the corpse on the long spear and accelerated forward again. No one could block their way. The only thing the minions of various battalions of the Wagang outside army who lacked training could do in front of the officers and soldiers was to run around. As long as they hesitated, the tip of the cold spear would emerge from their chests and the ruthless horse hooves would step past their ribs.

The wall of human organization that Fang Yanzao was organized was too thin and could not slow down the speed of the war horses. He tried to gather up the troops again, but the flag of the commander who was shot down by Li Xu floated away in the wind and refused to convey those unorganized orders for him. Seeing that his flag of the commander had already descended, the troops around him became increasingly at a loss. No one knew what abnormal situation had happened to the central army, and no one could come up with a perfect solution. The enemy only had a small force, which was less than a fraction of theirs. But this official army with a fraction was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and the eagle attracted the crowd of birds.

In a hurry, the black Teller, who was so brave, had appeared near the bare flagpole. Xuzi on the horse's back waved his hand neatly, and the flagpole as thick as a bowl fell. Immediately, he pointed at Fang Yanzao with the long black knife, and hundreds of cavalrymen flattened their long spears as if they were in tune with each other.

The four-foot spear tip was like a row of sharp teeth of the evil ghost in hell, swallowing all living things in front of him. The minions blocked the attack of the cavalry were either lifted away by long spears or trampled to death by war horses, and had no power to fight back. Seeing that the situation was not good, Fang Yanzao did not dare to stay in place to fight the cavalry, shouted, turned his horse's head, and joined the ranks of escapees. "Die a hundred times without hesitation!" When motivating the soldiers, he emphasized countless times. When it was his turn to face death, he found that bravery was not as easy as writing an article. He whipped his mount desperately, for fear of being stabbed from behind. The roar of the horse's hooves was always there, as if all the enemy troops were chasing one.

The endangered people kept crying in his ears. It was an ordinary minion who had no mount available to die under the enemy's spear. They could not run away with four-legged war horses, so they had to accept the fate of being hunted. "Li Mi is dead, kill Li Mi!" Someone was shouting loudly between the screams and the voices of the tragic cry. Fang Yanzao knew that it was spreading rumors. Li Mi, the Duke of Pushan, who was unconscious due to injuries, had been put on a carriage by him and quietly sent to the rear army led by Hao Xiaode. But he had no chance to stop and refute the rumors. The enemy stuck to his ponytail and could take his life at any time.

Behind Fang Yanzao were Li Xu himself and more than 100 light cavalry. They increased their speed a little more, which could add a transparent hole to Fang Yanzao, but no one did that. The cavalry carefully controlled their speed, so that Fang Yanzao and others had time to stop and rectify their troops, and avoided killing them inadvertently. While stabbing the exhausted minions, they spread fear and panic deeper into the enemy formation with the steps of Fang Yanzao and others. Fear and panic are more deadly weapons. With fewer strikes, they are more efficient than long spears to kill people. Many minions of the Wagang Army were pushed down by their companions, just because these people blocked their companions' escape route. And countless big feet stepped over the bodies of the fallen men, regardless of whether they had a charisma between them.

Luo Shixin brought another group of cavalry to stir up the enemy formation. His attack was not as obvious as Li Xu's troops, but was arbitrarily expanding the results of the battle. This practice made the fate of the person he encountered more cruel, and he was almost slaughtered without hesitation. Some people had already dropped their weapons and gave up resistance. Luo Shixin's war horse still stepped over their chests and never stopped for a moment.

In the face of a huge gap, the generals were not allowed to be merciful, not to mention that Luo Shixin was not a person with compassion. He thrust left and right, and every spear was poked out, one person would fall over. After stabbing one person to death, he did not forget to open his mouth and roar, as if counting how many lives he had taken today.

The rain that had been brewing for several hours finally started to fall, and lightning and thunder deepened the terrifying scene on the battlefield. The red blood was poured by the rain and dissolved quickly, and then flowed into a stream with the red rain, dyeing the entire river red. The red river surface was surging under the lightning and flowing into the distance. In the distance, there was the once peaceful and prosperous Sui Dynasty, which was swaying in the wind and rain with the sound of thunder and horse neighing.

On the entire battlefield, the only thing that remained unmoved was the Wagang Nei Army. After several attempts to rush into the core of the battlefield and reverse the collapse, Cheng Zhijie ordered his brothers to stop the rescue operation. They no longer cared about other people's life and death, but stood in a square formation, standing outside the battlefield like a rock. "Wang", another battle flag with the name of this army was stubbornly lifted in the air, and no matter how fierce the wind and rain were, they could not knock it down.

"Blow the horns and ask the soldiers of all battalions to move closer to me!" Looking coldly at the killing field ahead, Cheng Zhijie shouted the order. This was an absolutely usurpable order. As the command core of the first battalion rather than the entire team, he had no right to command other armies. Once this order is issued, no matter whether it is correct or not, he may not have a good result. "Snatch power at the last minute and disrupt the morale of the army!" These eight words were sorted out by those who are interested, which was enough to ruin him.

"General Cheng!" Jia Wenbin, the flag plaque official, reminded in a low voice, and then looked at Xie Yingdeng with help. He hoped that the other party could work with him to stop Cheng Zhijie's recklessness. At present, the entire army was defeated, but the inner camp retreated unsuccessfully. Afterwards, Cheng Zhijie had only made merits and no mistakes. In order to stabilize the collapse, Cheng Zhijie had only made merits and no mistakes afterwards.

"Send the order!" Xie Yingdeng, who has always been known for his rationality, even more disappointed Jia Wenbin. As if he had seen through the other party's thoughts, after he finished speaking, he simply grabbed the flag from Jia Yunbin and quickly danced it back and forth in the wind and rain.

"Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Sky!" A bolt of lightning struck the sky, making the big words on the flag clearer. In order for everyone to see clearly, Cheng Zhijie simply ordered his personal soldiers to hook the other two corners of the flag with a long spear. "Wu-Gang!" The raindrops as big as beans hit the green flag, making the black handwriting more obvious.

This is the real Wagang Army. In an instant, both the enemy and us seemed to have woken up on the battlefield. Li Gongyi, Meng Rang, Hao Xiaode and others quickly moved to Cheng Zhijie with the battalions that had already separated from the central army. Those who had lost their backbone and fled in scattered areas suddenly found their direction and cried and rushed towards the solid and safe square formation.

"Herving shield!" After replacing the command core that had long disappeared, Cheng Zhijie shouted again. The soldiers standing in the first row of the square array quickly took a few steps forward, squatted, and erected a huge wooden shield more than one person in the mud. The ground was slippery and the shield was difficult to stand firm. They used their bodies to form another oblique angle to support the shield.

"Raising the spear!" Cheng Zhijie rode his horse to the front of the shield and raised his long spear high. Thousands of hardwood spears were raised from the team, and stepped forward, and placed directly above the shield. A hedgehog composed of hardwood and steel was instantly set. Cheng Zhijie nodded proudly, "Yingdeng, come and command. Personal soldiers, follow me!"

No one doubted his order anymore. The remaining more than forty cavalrymen were bypassing the army from the flanks, gathered around him, and formed a small diamond formation. Cheng Zhijie led the cavalry to run forward a few steps. At the moment when he was about to contact the escaped defeated soldiers, he suddenly threw his long spear out and pierced heavily on the ground.

"Scatter and gather behind the formation through both sides. Those who violate the order should be killed!" This order was said to the rushing soldiers, but it was obviously ineffective. The people who fled in the front were stunned and quickly ran over the edge of the long spear. Twenty steps were safe, and the square formation was close at hand. However, they lost the opportunity to reach their destination forever. An axe roared through the rain and cut off the heads of the escaped people on the spot.

"Crack!" A lightning flashed in the air, illuminating Cheng Zhijie's devilish face. Blood flowed down the axe in his hand. Not far from the feet of the war horse, there were several people who could not close their eyes. "Change behind the formation by both sides. Those who violate the orders should be killed!" Staring with red eyes, Cheng Zhijie shouted again. The diamond array behind him suddenly launched, not attacking the enemy, but attacking horizontally at the defeated soldiers who had no time to stop.

The sword was shining, and dozens of defeated soldiers were chopped to the ground on the spot. The cavalry pushed more than twenty steps, then quickly turned around and pushed towards the defeated soldiers on the other side. All the defeated soldiers were shocked. Unexpectedly, General Cheng, who had always been smiling, killed his own people, was so cruel. They stopped suddenly, and then separated like a torrent of Cheng Zhijie's long spear as the center, bypassed the square formation, and fled to the position designated by Jia Wenbin and others.

Amid the lightning and thunder, Cheng Zhijie carried the axe in one hand and returned to the front of the military formation. His usual long spear was inserted in front of him, and no one dared to cross half a step.

Wu Heita, who had just woken up from a coma, ran over by several soldiers. He glanced at Cheng Zhijie with admiration, resolutely threw away his personal soldiers, and stood under the other party's horse.

Zhang Liang also ran over with his hair disheveled. His horse was cut to death at some point. There was also a big hole on the human shoulder, bleeding. "My Duke is still alive!" Seeing Cheng Zhijie and Wu Heita, he said blindly. Then he turned around and took hundreds of defeated soldiers to circle the wings.

Niu Jinda, Yang Defang, Zheng Detao and other confidant generals under Li Mi also fled quickly. Seeing Cheng Zhijie who was holding the sky alone, the anger and panic on their faces instantly became admiration. These people were veterans on the battlefield and knew what they should do at this time. They stopped and assisted Cheng Zhijie to disperse the defeated soldiers and guide them, so as not to give the enemy more opportunities to take advantage of.

"Heizi, leave this to you!" Cheng Zhijie looked into the distance and ordered.

Fang Yanzao and others were still running away, and Li Xu was chasing him. Further away, Luo Shixin also abandoned the surrounding soldiers, gathered his troops, adjusted his queue, and prepared to start a new round of rushing.
Chapter completed!