These puppet Qi troops were not considered strong troops. Once they became chaotic and set fire, they were inevitable. More than a dozen fireheads had already ignited high and low, and streams of black smoke rose. The direction they were moving towards the wind. The black smoke was accompanied by screams and screams.

The infantrymen who were incompletely clothed and broken weapons in the formation looked at each other. The formation was scattered and their equipment was limited than infantry. As the generals, the cavalry, who were absolutely the main confidant of the town, had more than a dozen cavalry and a group of more than ten cavalry, trying hard to control the restless war horses under their crotch. They all looked solemn. Many people were still looking at the back. They were six legs, and they were taking advantage of the infantry with two legs. If the enemy came to the army, they would shaking their reins and turning around and leaving.

The team had gathered nearly 20,000 people. The horse army was at least 200. There were more than a dozen flags of generals from various sides flying above the brigade. However, the army did not have much energy to cheer up. Instead, the progress slowed down a little. Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came. The generals of the town stood up on the horse's back and looked forward. The infantry queues in the front row were also a little scattered. Some people couldn't help but shrink back. The little leader pressing on the side of the queue turned his spear in his hands and hit him one by one. The sound of riots suddenly became louder.

Everyone looked at it. Then they saw that there were more than a dozen riders and horses coming in front of them. One of them was the generals of Zhuying Town who were fleeing in a hurry, and some cavalrymen who were broken into the camp. Not everyone had the courage to stand in front of Duan Mingyu and fight for time for them to escape.

The doors in many camps were opened and the wooden bridges were set up. However, these town generals often had time to take a breath before they could take a breath. The puppet Qi soldiers in this camp followed the town generals and ran away. They didn't even dare to look at the fierce gods behind them.

However, these soldiers had horses. Even if they had horses, their ability to do so was no match for the town generals. The hundreds or thousands of people who followed them and escaped. Now the remaining ones were not enough to even ten horses.

The town generals were bleeding all over the horse, but hugged the horse's neck and looked at the brigade, as if they had breathed a sigh of relief. Then their tall body shook twice on the horse's back, but they tried hard to sit up and whipped it up. They ran towards the brigade like flying. The confidants behind them were exhausted now, with an arrow shaft in their hands, and the helmet was cut off and the bun was scattered. At this time, they were as fierce as they were, and they were all left with the strength to hold the horse's neck.

Even so, it was better than the life-losing deserter who followed him. When he saw the brigade coming to greet him, the breath he kept holding was relieved. Some people shook on the horse's back and simply fell down.

Watching the town generals rushing. Other towns that gathered people everywhere gave a stack of orders: "Let the archers on the road shoot the ground and pick them up."

With their orders, the brigade of infantrymen dodged a path in a row. Archers covered their wings from behind, putting arrows on the bows, and were ready to shoot. These shooters had less than half of the composite horn bows in their hands. Many of them still had single bows in their hands. With arrows made with only a small amount of iron, they were afraid that even thicker leather jackets could not be shot through.

When the infantry was mobilized, dozens of cavalry dodged the road from the formation and rushed out. They rushed towards the half-dead generals. When they rushed to the front of the town, everyone took a breath. The group of frightened birds seemed to be almost as if they had never been covered in armor with a blood man. They were wrapped in many wounds of all sizes.

Some people didn't have time to deal with the wounds. Now the blood is still oozing out. If it were someone else, they would be afraid that the bleeding would be dead. These generals were also brave confidants of the Central Army camp. They were still able to run wildly while being severely injured. They struggled until now to meet the eyes of the puppet Qi soldiers.

A town general's face turned gray. He felt that he seemed to faint at any time. However, he still couldn't bear it. He waved his hand and said, "It's not the time to speak. Hurry up and join the formation. Songzhou commander Duan Mingyu is still chasing behind him."

When many people heard Duan Mingyu's name, they were shocked. The battle record of killing Meng Kai and captive Ge Congzhou and Biaobing was enough to make this group of incorrect pseudo-Qi troops who were not very formal.

One town general said, "What kind of strong army is this?" Another town general didn't care much: "No matter how powerful that Duan Mingyu is, the vanguard is only a few dozen cavalry. We have more than ten thousand elite troops here. How dare he come forward? Everyone, we will just capture him in one fell swoop."

Some town generals who had been in the puppet Qi army camp could not hear such desperation. A brief glance at the lineup in front of him. His Majesty Huang Chao commanded the army for a year. Even in this critical situation, he had never led such a broken reserve force.

He immediately shook his head: "Duan Mingyu is a hero. He is right behind him." After that, he ignored the general and rushed into the formation. The confidants of his command followed closely behind them. The generals and the confidants of the commanders rode their horses and followed them hurriedly.

These unbeliever generals of the townspeople who did not believe in evil kept turning back. They wanted to see what the Jishou Duan Mingyu, who defeated the two powerful troops of Daqi, looked like now in a row of 17th battalions.

Some people disagreed. Duan Mingyu was so powerful that he had only a few dozen cavalry. There were more than ten thousand cavalrymen in front of him. I was afraid that he would turn around and dare not come forward. In the faint smoke in the distance, the sound of horse hooves went from far to near. A gust of wind blew, blowing away the smoke and dust. Almost suddenly, dozens of cavalry in armor appeared in the eyes of everyone, and the dozens of cavalry were also killed red. Each of them had their armor hanging down.

The light cavalry of the Songzhou army, like the heavy cavalry, has face armor. However, the light cavalry has five patterns and six ornaments. They are painted with colors and each has a ferocious expression. This is because the light cavalry often uses whistles to detect the enemy and harass and disturb the opponent. The face armor is decorative and protective. However, the heavy cavalry's face armor is almost a piece of pig iron to open up several thin slits for observation. When rushing to the formation, it is difficult to shoot through the wolf fang carving feathers.

At this moment, these dozens of hideous face armor suddenly appeared in the dust and smoke. Everyone was so shocked that they tried their best to whip their mounts. A gust of wind slipped into the formation. Everyone didn't even have the courage to look back.
Chapter completed!