The sound of shouting and killing on both sides of the Luo River was shocking. The Fuyuan army, who rushed to the north bank of the Luo River, did not stop and rectify at all, directly launched an attack on the south bank. Without ships, it was even less likely to have time to build a floating bridge. They tied up the wood and bamboo collected along the way, made rafts one by one, and put it in the river, and then launched an attack on the other side.

Liu Xingwen was a little regretful. This place was in the upper reaches of the Luo River, and the Luo River turned a big bend here and flowed here. The river surface was wide enough, but the water flow slowed down. If it were placed in the middle and lower reaches, the rafts they had made such hasty have long been flushed by the torrents.

Above the entire river, there were rafts of Fuyuan Army paddling. On the south bank, a crossbow on which was mounted on the embankment made a harsh scream. Small stone cannons kept firing stone bullets. Archers arched their bows and arrows shot towards the center of the river like raindrops.

The stone cannons fell into the river, causing huge waves. From time to time, rafts were hit by the stone cannons, scattered into wood. Some soldiers who fell into the water floated and sank down the road, while others sank to the bottom and never showed up again.

The river water almost turned red, and just as a piece of red left with the water, the new red occupied the river surface again. Later, red almost became the main color of the river water.

During the river crossing attack at any cost, the Fuyuan Army finally stepped onto the mudflats by the river. The next moment, these places immediately became the key targets of archers' attacks. The muddy mudflats, as soon as they stepped down, the mud disappeared from the calves. The Fuyuan Army, who was struggling to move forward, raised their shields and moved forward with difficulty. From time to time, people fell down, and the fallen people became stepping stones for those who were behind. Many soldiers who were only injured but not dead were also heavily stepped into the mud by the soldiers behind. They never had the chance to get up again. They were not killed by arrows, but were trampled in the mud and suffocated to death.

The river bank was a slope, but above the river bank, the walls built with sandbags of thick soil became a barrier for the Fuyuan Army. The sandbag wall was not high, but the soldiers could not easily climb up. After finally climbing up, they were greeted by spears that pierced out, and poked them one by one.

Liu Xingwen stood on the embankment with his gun and a horse. Occasionally, a cold arrow shot. He just glanced lightly and waved his gun down. His eyes were always staring at the battlefield. From time to time, teams of soldiers rushed from his side to the defensive section where danger occurred.

On the surface of the river, an old man in gray stepped on a log with his feet on his feet, without any movement, but the log was heading towards the south bank like an arrow leaving the string. This was a martial arts master. Liu Xingwen frowned slightly and shouted in a low voice: "Butler Liu."

Liu Bao, the old housekeeper of the Liu family, responded lowly, and quietly left Liu Xingwen with a spear. He was wearing an ordinary personal soldiers' clothes and arrived on the river bank. He did not stand up but met the enemy, but mixed in with a group of soldiers, without any special point. With the soldiers, he waved his spear and poked the Fuyuan army that was climbing up the wall.

The old man in gray walked on a log and came across the river. When he came to the river, his feet seemed to be stuck on the log. With a loud shout, the whole section of log actually split up, with a floating sleeve, which was quite fairy-like.

Of course, there is a price to pay for playing a god. Immediately, the arrows like rain flew towards the old god. The old god flew into a big sleeve, shaking the feather arrows everywhere. However, there were too many feather arrows, and finally he was a little busy. An arrow that was held among the many feather arrows by a thick earth camp, shot down the hairpin that the old god had collected with a whimper. His hair suddenly scattered, but now he was really floating in the air.

The old fairy was obviously so embarrassed that she shouted loudly. The log under her feet flew forward quickly, and with a bang, it hit the wall of sandbag. With a loud bang, a piece of sandbag wall suddenly collapsed. Several soldiers behind were hit and spitting blood and fell down. Outside the wall of sandbag, the soldiers of Fuyuan Army immediately rushed in along the gap.

However, the old god did not enter this gap, but rushed towards another place like a big bird. To break through this sandbag wall, a gap was obviously not enough. He had to use his own strength to open up a few more gaps.

Dozens of spears immediately stabbed in front of the head, the old god snorted coldly, and the great god waved, and a huge force rushed in. The spears suddenly lost their correctness and collided with each other. The old god fell to the ground, swung his sleeves again, but this time he waved his sleeves like a knife, cutting off the other spears from the joints of the spears, turned around and pressed on the wall of the sandbag. With a loud bang, the sandbag wall collapsed again. The old god laughed proudly, turned around, and pounced on the side.

With his big sleeves floating, the old god raised his arms and took off, trying to pounce on the next breakthrough site. At this time, among the group of soldiers who had been blown by him, a spear suddenly lifted up and pierced silently at the tailbone of his back. At first, he was silent, and then he made a wave sound.

The old immortal suddenly became alert. He didn't expect that among the group of ordinary soldiers on the front line, there was a very skilled martial arts master hidden, and he was so shameless.

Before he could turn around, he grabbed the spear blade with his right hand. At the same time, he rushed forward.

Liu Bao snorted coldly, slapped hard at the end of the spear with his left hand, and the spear stabbed forward. The old man tried his best to move forward, but he obviously forgot that he was now among the soldiers of the Thousand Turban camp. More than a dozen spears stabbed towards him. The old god hit the spear with his left hand again, shaking the spear, but Liu Bao's spear cut through his right palm at this moment, and the spear blade ruthlessly stabbed into his tailbone.

The old god screamed in a long and terrible way. With a punch with his right hand, he broke the spear with a click. Liu Bao kicked his feet in a row, and spears flew up from the ground and stabbed the old god.

The old god avoided these flying spears. As soon as he fell to the ground, a light sound of waves came from his eyes. A spear stabbed his throat head-on. His palms overlapped and blocked his throat. With a light sound, the spear pierced his palm, only one part away from his throat.

I was so grateful that the wind was heard behind me, and several spears pierced into his back.

With a long cry, he could no longer stop Liu Bao's full force stab in front of him. The entire spear blade penetrated his throat. The old god's eyes protruded, staring at Liu Bao, who was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger in front of him, but his life was gone.

Liu Bao snorted, threw down his spear, picked up a knife that fell to the ground, and with a silence, he cut off the old immortal's head, and sneered: "Soldiers are fierce and dangerous. Even a level nine master is careful to protect himself. You are at the peak of level eight, but you dare to pretend to be a god here. If you don't kill anyone you want to kill!"

He lifted his head, jumped onto the wall of sandbags, raised his arms and waved his head, flew out from afar, landing in the river, and a loud bang, stirring up a small wave.

Behind the sandbag wall, soldiers from the Thousand Turban cheered in unison.

On the north bank, Jiang Haokun's face turned pale. In the Fuyuan army, except for him being a level nine master, this old man's skills are the most outstanding one, but he died so thick that he could never charge himself.

"Send additional troops, not many of them, even if there are piles, they will pile them to death for me." He said angrily.

As the sky gradually became late, fires surged into the sky on both sides of the Luoshui River, illuminating the river surface. On the river beach, more and more Fuyuan soldiers crossed the river and launched a series of fierce attacks on the river bank. Liu Xingwen's defense on the river bank had been broken through several places. This time, Liu Xingwen also joined the battle, and the battle for the river bank had reached a white-hot stage.

During the fierce battle, Liu Xingwen suddenly turned around and showed joy on his face. He heard the sound of horse hooves. The battle to surround Jianglai was finally over, and His Majesty's army had arrived.

The sound of the thunderous horse hooves made Jiang Haokun's face on the north bank of the river pale. He knew that everything was over and Jiang was finished, and all his plans were gone.

"Retreat, retreat!" he murmured.

His body was a little weak, and he stared at the south bank with wide eyes, where a big sun and moon flag appeared in his eyes, and the yellow edges on it made his eyes a little straight.

The Great Sun and Moon Flag with Yellow Borders and the Fire Sword Flag with Skulls clearly told him who had strangled the 10,000 Right Army in Jianglai.

"Qin Feng, Qin Feng, why didn't you appear in front of the barbarians, but you came to me. Are you so sure that you can defend the defense line and block the barbarians? If you can't stop the barbarians, your capital will be over." He murmured, turning his horse's head powerlessly and slowly retreating towards the darkness in the distance.

The soldiers who stayed on the south bank came easily, but it was not so easy to retreat. The raft became a scramble. More people jumped into the river and swam desperately to the other side. However, they were wearing armor. Even if they threw away the weapons in their hands, the armor was still very heavy. They might not feel anything on land, but after a day of fierce fighting, they had to cross the Luoshui River. This weight became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Many people swam into the river and were exhausted. They drank the river water with their bones and sank into the river weakly.

The soldiers of the Death Camp jumped off their horses and rushed to the river bank with the soldiers of the Houtu Camp.

Qin Feng rode his horse and slowly walked up the river bank. Liu Xingwen, covered in blood, greeted him with a happy expression, "Your Majesty, fortunately, I have not been humiliated!"

Qin Feng smiled and nodded, patted his shoulder: "Liu Dai performed very well, Liu's successor, and my Ming Empire has another powerful general!"

Liu Xingwen was so happy that he was not hiding. Before this Majesty, hiding his priest would make him look down on him: "I hope Your Majesty will cultivate more Liu Dai."
Chapter completed!