The weather in August was so hot that it was suffocating. The heavy rain just now made the air even more wet. On the muddy road, countless frustrated soldiers trek toward the north in groups of three or three.

"Jia—Jia—" The retreating cavalry rushed past, and their iron hooves splashed large pieces of mud, splashing the infantry that had no time to dodge, causing the retreating infantry to curse loudly.

The black battle flag of Xing Tujun has been rolled up, [31 Novel Network       Fast Update] Incomplete weapons are discarded everywhere on the road.

A seriously injured soldier was thrown by the road and groaned in pain, "Please take me away, don't leave me..."

The abandoned wounded stretched out their hands, with praying eyes in their eyes, but the morale was low and the panic-defense soldiers were unable to protect themselves at this moment, and they all looked numb and hurried past, leaving the wounded soldiers looking up at the sky in despair.

The fleeing people led their families to flee north, and their long line was like a long dragon.

The old man with gray hair led the thin old cow and trekked hard. Some people drove the ox cart into the mud, and there were also screaming babies crying. The entire northward road was blocked and the sound of cursing and scolding came from time to time. The incidents of the defeated soldiers robbing the people continued to happen, and the pessimism of defeat continued to spread, and people were desperate and panic.

The Xingtu soldiers of the First Corps led by Lin Chuan lined up in two columns and advanced northward. What they saw along the way made Lin Chuan's heart sink to the bottom.

As soon as the sky was dawn, Lin Chuan sent a scout to inquire about the news, but the news of the scout's reward was not objective.

The more than ten flag regiments on the Sanggan River defense line and nearly 100,000 Xing Tu army have all collapsed. Most of the commanders of the flag regiment have disappeared or died in battle, and the general Lin Nuoyan is even more confused about his life and death.

In the Sanggan River, the pontoon bridge of the Dynasty army has been successfully built, and countless dynasty troops are constantly heading north. The nearest pursuers are less than thirty miles behind them.

The defeat of Xingtu's army seemed to have collapsed. The people in the entire Xingtu's army controlled area fled one after another. The defeated soldiers lost their commanders and lost their establishment, and fled like headless flies.

Faced with pessimism and a hopeless future, Lin Chuan, as a commander of the Corps, knew what I needed to do.

"Hold our battle flag up!" Lin Chuan stopped and stood next to the team, giving instructions to the flag-holding officer beside him.

The flag-holder took out the broken black battle flag from his arms and put it on the spear. Facing the morning sun, the black battle flag of Xing Tujun rose slowly.

Lin Chuan took the black battle flag from the flag-holding officer and walked to a small earth slope next to the road, and inserted the battle flag into the soil with great force. The black battle flag flew in the wind, just like hope, the defeated soldiers stopped in their steps, looking at the fierce and flying battle flag on the slope, the young war general had a look of doubt in his eyes.

"Sir, we are defeated, let's go quickly, the dynasty army is catching up." A retreating soldier shouted.

"Sir, the dynasty army has hundreds of thousands. We have no hope. Let's go quickly."

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Lin Chuan was standing there, with a black battle flag standing beside him. Although Lin Chuan's face was covered in blood, his eyes were firm and his bones were filled with a sense of arrogance of not admitting defeat, which made the defeated soldiers unable to help but persuade the young general.

As the crowd was increasing, Lin Chuan shouted to the defeated soldiers: "Brothers, we still have hope. In Mucheng, the consul Katon still has 50,000 soldiers, and our First Corps still has 6,000 soldiers. Take up your weapons and raise your battle flag. You are brave soldiers. You should not escape back like a betrayed dog! We should……”

Lin Chuan began his speech. The retreating soldiers gathered more and more. Originally, they were all brave soldiers. Their previous hesitation was just because they lost their establishment, their familiar comrades, and their obedient commanders. Now, seeing someone standing up, it seemed as if they had found another organization and were no longer willing to retreat.

"Sir, you said you can do it, we are not cowards!" someone replied loudly.

"Yes, we want to take revenge. My brother died in battle. I want to avenge him!"

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Lin Chuan pressed down with his hands, calming the restless crowd, "Now hundreds of thousands of dynasty troops have been killed overwhelmingly. Now we should unite and fight with them. Now I call on you in the name of the commander of the First Corps. No matter which unit you come from or from the flag regiment, please pick up your weapons, we will reorganize, and we will re-enter the battle!"

"People who once held positions of 100 or above have stood up, I need you!" Lin Chuan shouted loudly at the defeated soldiers.

A man with broken armor stood up: "Sir, I am the leader of the third flag battalion of the Fourth Banner Regiment, Basno."

Lin Chuan: "Very good, come here first and wait for my order. Is there any more?" Lin Chuan continued to ask.

"I am the leader of the Fifth Banner Group a hundred people..."

"Sir, I am from the Seventh Banner Regiment, I am the Banner Battalion Commander."

"Sir, I'm from the 11th Banner Group..."

With Lin Chuan's call, the officers who lost their establishment in various troops stood up and gathered under Lin Chuan's banner.

Soon, hundreds of officers gathered in various troops beside Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan quickly assigned a new task to these officers from different troops, which was to gather as many defeated soldiers as possible.

Lin Chuan said to them: "I will send you the guards. After you gather the troops, you will gather in Donghuang Town in front. Where will my troops and I wait for you all day."

"Sir, Obey the Order" and other officers from various units left one after another and began to gather the defeated troops.

"Fourth Banner Group, please come here!"

"Brothers of the Eighth Banners Group, come here to gather!"

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On both sides of the main road, the officers began to gather troops, and according to Lin Chuan's instructions, each time a group of people gathered to reorganize on the spot, heading to the Donghuang Town and Lin Chuan's large troops a hundred miles ahead.

Lin Chuan's method was obviously very effective. The soldiers who lost their establishment were regained. Although they could not form combat power at present, Lin Chuan believed that as long as they had a full meal, they would be lively soldiers again.

"Let's go, let's go to Donghuang Town..." Lin Chuan walked down the hillside and ordered the troops to continue moving forward.

The Xingtu soldiers of the Six Thousand First Corps strided forward under the guidance of the black battle flag. Although they were exhausted, their faces were haggard, and they had not eaten for a whole day, their eyes were firm and their steps were firm.

We are brave warriors, fearless warriors!

Cross the mountains and wade through the river—

The bloody battle of Wang Jing gallops across the battlefield! The blood-stained robes protect their hometown!

The black battle flag is flying high, it is the hope of life—

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I don’t know who started singing the battle songs of Xing Tujun, and finally gathered into a huge sound. The tragic and low-key battle songs inspired the courage in the hearts of Xing Tu soldiers. The huge singing pierced the sky and dispersed the clouds.
Chapter completed!