The Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 51: There will be no bitter rain next year (Five)

"Heaven does not let him die...so he will never die?" Wang Mu lowered his head and murmured softly, not knowing whether he was talking to himself or to Han Zhuo beside him.

Han Zhuo's body shook slightly, and he was just waving his long sword to resist the hail removal. But there was no expression on his face, nor did he respond to Wang Mu's words.

"But...even if God doesn't let them die, I must kill them!" Wang Mu squeezed the ice hockey in his hand tightly and gritted his teeth: "For... teacher!"

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Breaking through the obstacles of the new army, Liu Yan and Liu Xiu rode towards the south of the city with more than a hundred remaining cavalry. Although Liu Ji and Ren Guang were both seriously injured, it would not be a big problem to barely support the horse.

When he approached the South Gate from afar, Liu Yan had already heard the chaotic shouts of killing ahead.

Sure enough, Wang Mu also arranged an ambush here.

In front of the Chongling Army was a team like the same as before - a giant shield in front and a strong crossbow behind, forming a tight formation, blocking the streets ahead.

In the left and right directions, there are densely packed ordinary new troops, holding spears or swords, constantly squeezing inward, tightly surrounding the Chongling Army at the entrance of the city gate into a group.

The new army on both sides is only responsible for squeezing the Chongling army into the middle and compressing their space. The real harvest is still the endless rain of arrows behind the shield formation.

Similarly, the Chongling Army also knew this clearly. Therefore, the target of their counterattack was also placed in the direction of the shield formation.

Although the crossbow arrows were like rain and the shield formation was like a mountain, the Chongling Army surrounded it still launched wave after wave of human waves to attack the shield formation.

What was slightly better than before was that the Chongling Army here was full of infantry, many of them were equipped with shields, and there were also three hundred elite rangers and swordsmen.

With the help of his shield, the Ranger Swordsman advanced forward step by step with difficulty. After approaching the opponent's shield formation, he jumped over from the shield, and then the long sword he held would cause a bloody storm on the inside of the shield formation.

Even if the rangers who broke through the shield formation were regained several lives by the new army, they would often be submerged in the sea of ​​people for the remaining Chongling Army infantry to disrupt the formation of the new army and create opportunities to open the passage.

However, the battle situation in front of him was still tilting towards the direction of the new army little by little.

However, behind the new army was the empty city gate, but no one retreated.

"The general will come back soon! Fight to death without retreating!"

"Fight to death and never retreat! Fight to death and never retreat! Fight to death and never retreat!"

Among the noisy and chaotic voices, there was only a loud voice shouting.

Liu Yan heard that it was the voice of his uncle Liu Liang. At such a critical moment, he was still struggling to persevere for himself while staying at the city gate.

No more delays were delayed for a moment. With a loud voice, Liu Yan rushed towards the new army on the street ahead.

The Chongling Army was originally facing the encirclement, whether it was the shield or the crossbowman, they poured all their minds into the front. However, there was no defense for the cavalry rushing from behind, and there was not even any preparation.

Although there are only a few more than a hundred cavalry, these cavalrymen are filled with respect and trust in Liu Yan, who is like a god.

They believed that as long as they followed Liu Yan, there would be nothing in front of them, and they would be invincible.

They followed Liu Yan closely and galloped fearlessly towards the new army on the street ahead.

Liu Yan took the lead and rushed into the new army's camp. The long sword waved like a storm and instantly broke out a bloody path among the crowd. The cavalry following immediately expanded the bloody path that Liu Yan had fought out like a sharp knife.

Although there was no hail falling again this time, the new army attacked behind them was still in chaos in an instant. The order they received was to annihilate the Chongling Army at the city gate. Whether it was the shield formation or the crossbow arrows aimed at the direction they were aimed at. The sudden appearance of the cavalry behind them was completely beyond their expectations.

Like the troops in the street in front of the prefect's house, this army was equipped with only a dagger with its carry-on except for crossbows. However, when facing the cavalry attacked from behind, such weapons had no ability to resist at all and could only be crushed by them.

After more than a hundred cavalry broke through the new army on the street, only a wailing ground was left behind, as well as the scattered limbs and blood on the ground.

"uncle!"

Finally breaking through the last shield formation, Liu Yan rushed forward with a wide eyes wide open, the old man who was waving the long sword in his hand and shouting loudly.

Liu Liang was hit by a sword on his left arm, and his sleeves were stained with blood. However, he didn't even bother to pull out the arrow and bandage it. He simply cut off the tail of the arrow, and kept raising his arms and shouting, urging the soldiers to advance. The white beard was already stained with some white foam, and his whole body was trembling slightly due to the loss of strength.

"Uncle..." Liu Yan jumped off the horse and hugged Liu Liang's shoulder hard: "It's me! I'm back!"

"You..." Liu Liang had already lost his mind in this fierce battle. He was suddenly grabbed by Liu Yan and stared at him blankly for a long time. His expression suddenly turned into a surprise: "Bo Sheng! You are back! Where is Uncle Wen!"

"A Xiu is fine, right behind." Liu Yan pointed to the cavalry team that was breaking through the remaining new army line: "Just behind, Liu Ji and Ren Guang are fine."

"Then...that's good!that's good!" Liu Liang nodded breathlessly, and his originally nervous expression also relaxed slightly: "Have you killed Zhang Fang?"

"..." Liu Yan didn't know how to answer for a while.

That's right, Zhang Fang is indeed dead, but he is not dead at his hands, but killed by the man named Wang Mu. What's more... even if he can take out Zhang Fang's head at this moment, the new troops in front of him will probably not be moved by him.

The object they obeyed now has become Wang Mu.

"Have you killed it? Bo Sheng! The success or failure of this battle is all about him!" The shouts of killing on both sides continued, and soldiers screamed and died at every moment. Liu Liang was anxious and glared at his nephew in front of him: "Talk quickly!"

"This battle...we have been defeated." Liu Yan finally said with difficulty: "If you continue to stay here, you will be wiped out. Let's retreat now."

"What?" Liu Liang widened his eyes: "Retreat? He has entered the city, but now you tell me to retreat?! Bo Sheng! Are you joking?"

Liu Yan's heart was like a knife. But no matter how reluctant he was, he could only helpless: "Sorry, uncle, but we... are really powerless..."

"Boss, the new army has increased its troops!" Liu Ji rushed over, his head and face covered in blood: "There were many more people on the left and right sides and in front... Brothers can't hold on!"

Several new wounds were added to him, but more of them were blood from the enemy.

However, without Liu Ji's announcement, Liu Yan could already hear it, and the shouts of killing on both sides gradually advanced. In front of him, on the street that had been broken, the undead soldiers stood up again and re-arranged into a shield formation with the newly arrived reinforcements.

Now, the city gate behind you has become the only way to retreat. If you don’t retreat, and after the current defeat becomes a retreat, everything will be powerless to turn the world back.

"Uncle!" Liu Xiu also rode his horse to Liu Liang, his eyes full of anxiety.

"But, even if you retreat, where can you retreat!" Liu Liang clenched his fists tightly and said, "Even if you withdraw to Chongling, you will only be dead!"

"There is only..." Liu Yan gritted his teeth: "Go to Xinshi and surrender to the Green Forest Army."

"Green Forest Army?" Liu Liang was stunned when he heard this, then pondered for a moment, frowned: "No matter whether they are willing to accept us or not, the new city is still nearly a hundred miles away. Even if he has successfully evacuated now, he will pursue the next journey..."

"That's all! Otherwise... what else can I do?" Liu Yan stretched out his hand and pointed to the front line behind him. There, a tide of new troops was coming, pushing the front line forward bit by bit. The morale of the Chongling Army was about to fall to the brink of collapse.

"...Okay." Liu Liang also knew that he had to make a quick decision at this moment, so he could not hesitate anymore, and nodded: "You guys retreat immediately."

"Okay...what?" Liu Yan and Liu Xiu were both stunned: "Uncle, what do you mean by this!"

"Looking at the situation in front of us, can we still allow us to retreat?" Liu Liang smiled bitterly: "If no one left behind, who can retreat?"

"But that person can't be you!" Liu Xiu roared. He naturally knew very well that with the current situation, the so-called closure of the rear means death.

"Why can't it?" Liu Liang gently pressed his hand on the shoulders of Liu Xiu and Liu Yan, and whispered: "I'm old and don't have many years to live. And you... still have an infinite future. This world will be yours after all."

He waved his hand, stopped Liu Yan from speaking, and continued, "Bosheng... Maybe you always feel that between you brothers, I like Uncle Wen more. Uncle Wen is indeed a good child, more well-behaved, obedient, gentle, not as rebellious as you... Yes, there is nothing wrong with these. But-"

Liu Liang smiled and said, "But if you want to restore the Han Dynasty and take back the world, such a burden is not something that Uncle Wen can afford, nor is it that I can afford. That person is only... you. So, you must survive. Promise me, Bosheng."

"It's...uncle." Liu Yan gritted his teeth and nodded with a thousand-pound force.

"Then, let's go quickly. It will be too late any longer." Liu Liang smiled faintly and patted Liu Yan's shoulder: "Don't let my sacrifice be in vain."

Liu Yan quietly looked at his uncle's calm face, took a deep breath, turned over and dismounted, knelt in front of Liu Liang's horse, and kowtowed three times.

Then he jumped onto the horse again, pulled the reins and gathered the troops.

He didn't say a word to his uncle, because he had finished everything he should say.

The remaining cavalry were all brought by Liu Yan, and the remaining more than a hundred knights and swordsmen after the fierce battle. In addition to the more than two thousand infantrymen, these were all the retreating troops.

Dozens of Liu clan members were assigned to the generals and schoolmen in this army, and naturally all followed the evacuated team.

The remaining less than two thousand soldiers were still fighting hard, resisting the three sieges, without knowing that they had been abandoned.

Because Liu Liang was still standing behind them, holding his long sword high, and kept shouting loudly to command the battle without leaving.

"A Yan, A Xiu...must...live."

Liu Liang did not turn his head from beginning to end, looking towards the city gate. He was afraid that once he turned around, he would not be able to help but tears in his eyes.

At least at the last moment of your life, let yourself protect these two nephews again!
Chapter completed!