In Chishuitan, Jiuyuan Province, the third flag regiment of Feng Qingyang was ambushed by several times the dynasty army here. The third flag regiment was divided on both sides of the river, unable to take care of each other at the beginning and end, and suffered heavy casualties.

A flag battalion that had crossed the river was surrounded on the other side of the river, shouting and killing, and blood flowed into the river. Feng Qingyang tried to send troops to cross the river to rescue him, but in the face of the dynasty army that was pouring in like a tide, they charged several times, in vain, and the rescue troops had to retreat.

Seeing the brothers on the other side fall under the butcher's knife of the Dynasty army, Feng Qingyang's heart is bleeding. These are good brothers who are together day and night. Seeing them fighting to the death, but now he is powerless. Feng Qingyang's eyes are red and his fists are squeaking.

"Sir, dynasty cavalry!" Not far away, the scout came to report. Behind the scout, a large number of dynasty cavalry with ferocious expressions were rolling in.

Feng Qingyang looked at the first flag camp fighting on the other side, and roared in grief: "Retreat!"

Facing the dynasty cavalry that came raided, Feng Qingyang Flag Regiment, which was all infantry, would encounter a devastating blow if he did not retreat immediately. Feng Qingyang had to bear the pain of leaving the first flag battalion surrounded by heavy straits on the other side and lead the remaining troops to retreat.

The rear route had been cut off by the dynasty cavalry, and the Feng Qingyang Banner quickly seized the unknown small village nearby. The residents of the village had all escaped when the Feng Qingyang Banner arrived at Chishui Beach. Now the entire village is empty.

"Quick! Quick! Block the entrance of the village!" The infantry soldiers rushed into the village in panting. Behind them was a rolling red iron stream, horse hooves shook the sky, and sword light was as bright as snow.

The low earth wall of the village was already covered with holes in the heavy rain, as if it could collapse at any time. Feng Qing raised his hand to hold it on the earth wall, looking at the dynasty cavalry without slowing down at all, and shouted behind him: "Archer, archer!"

Hundreds of archers rushed over. Before Feng Qingyang could give the order, the arrows in his hand had already been shot out. Now there is no need to order. The dynasty cavalry is getting closer and closer, and they can shoot the enemy with their eyes closed.

Accompanied by screams, some of the Mercedes-Benz cavalry were caught in an arrow and rolled to the ground. They were soon stepped on by the cavalry behind them and turned into meat sauce. The cruelty of the war was fully interpreted. Just now, they were still showing off their might, but in an instant they turned into a pile of rotten meat.

More and more cavalrymen of the dynasty were dropped. With the creaking sound, the octagonal cow crossbow in Feng Qingyang's army also began to roar, and arrows as thick as forearms rushed into the rain with a roar, causing a large rain of blood.

However, there were still too few archers in Feng Qingyang's flag regiment. Faced with the rolling dynasty cavalry, this lethality could not stop them from advancing.

Feng Qingyang's face was still covered with water droplets. He pulled out the sword on his waist and yelled: "Prepare for melee!"

The archers quickly retreated, the spearmen and the swords and shields stepped forward. They stood silently behind Feng Qingyang, staring at the dynasty cavalry that were getting closer and closer, and holding the sword in their hands tightly.

The situation is extremely critical now. If this village cannot be defended, they will all be slaughtered by the dynasty army. The only thing they need to do now is to defend this nameless village and wait for reinforcements.

The cavalry of the dynasty rushed out of the rain, and the horses galloped over the low earth wall of the village. The wind lit up and lowered their heads. The horses passed over his head. He raised their swords and pulled them across the belly of the horse. The horses let out a whine and fell heavily into the earth wall. The cavalry on the horse also fell forward to the ground and rolled onto the mud filled with water.

More than a dozen Nanchuan soldiers holding spears rushed over and poked them hard, blood splattered, and the bodies of the dynasty cavalry were slit.

Facing the low earth wall, the cavalry jumped in one after another. The guns in the Nanchuan soldiers stabbed out fiercely, and blood gushed out. Many cavalry fell from the air with the horses and smashed the earth wall.

The shiny sabers in the hands of the cavalry that jumped into the earth wall flew up, causing bloody rain. The soldiers of Nanchuan were constantly being chopped to the ground. Soon the cavalry who were showing off were picked up by the Nanchuan soldiers who were flying over and rolled down together. The two sides fought in the already dyed red water.

Feng Qingyang wiped the blood from his face and ran forward, staring at the ground with his feet, jumped up, and slashed the sword in his hand. The dynasty cavalry, who had just jumped into the earth wall, were split into two halves, including his men and horses.

"Roar! Roar!" The Nanchuan soldiers saw the main general so bravely, and roared loudly at the enemy.

Surrounding the low earth wall, the corpses were piled up layer by layer. All the cavalry in the Yuejin village were killed by the Nanchuan soldiers, and the cavalry outside could no longer cross the defense line composed of the corpse.

The ferocious cavalry of the dynasty rode their horses around the village, and the cavalry kept rushing over, but soon turned into a cold corpse under Feng Qingyang's feet.

Feng Qingyang's sword roared high: "Nanchuan army won thousands of victories!"

"Drink! Touch! Touch!" The Nanchuan soldiers roared loudly and hit the weapons, with a terrifying momentum, provoking the dynasty cavalry who were riding horses outside the village.

The soldiers of Feng Qingyang's Third Flag Regiment paid a price of thousands of people to block the chasing dynasty cavalry and occupied this nameless small village.

"Drop the house and block the entrance of the village for me!" Feng Qingyang did not feel any relief after repelling the dynasty cavalry that was chasing him. Because he knew that when the dynasty infantry crossed the river, then that was the time for the real test.

"Sir, how can we break through if we block it?" someone asked loudly.

Feng Qingyang inserted the sword back into the scabbard and replied: "We have no way out."

There are at least three or four thousand dynasty cavalry wandering outside the village, and there are tens of thousands of dynasty infantry on the other side of the river. The Third Flag Regiment now has no other way except to stand firm and wait for assistance.

Feng Qingyang pointed to the corpses of war horses all over the ground and said, "Collection of all dead horses and serve as military rations."

Now Feng Qingyang has no idea how many enemies there are, nor does he know whether Lin Chuan and the middle army were also ambushed by the Dynasty army, and whether Feng Qingyang has any reinforcements. Now he must make the worst plan.

A few days ago, the Dynasty army was about to collapse at a touch, and the Nanchuan army was in a state of unstoppable force. Now Feng Qingyang already understood that the Dynasty army was not retreating, but was waiting to encircle and annihilate them, but it was already a little too late to know about these things.

"Sir, the dynasty infantry has begun to cross the river..." On the temporary sentry tower [31 Novel Network       Update Fast], the sentry pointed at a distance and said with a sob.

Feng Qingyang looked up and saw that the brigade of dynasty infantry was crossing the river and coming towards this side. On the battlefield on the other side, there was no sound of shouting for killing. He was just three thousand soldiers in the flag camp. Feng Qingyang's fist hit the blood-stained earth wall, his heart full of reluctance, anger, and self-blame.

As a flag regiment commander, Feng Qingyang watched his subordinates being wiped out by the enemy and was powerless. He was full of self-blame and his eyes were full of hatred. Today's blood debt would be paid back a hundred times in the future.

"Everyone of the Second Banner Battalion is ready for battle!" Feng Qingyang knew that the infantry of the Dynasty army crossed the river and the attack would follow.

The fierce battle continued until sunset. It was raining heavily and Feng Qingyang estimated that the Dynasty army launched three attacks in about the time, but they were all repelled by the brave and tenacious Nanchuan soldiers.

On a cold rainy night, the Nanchuan soldiers of the Second Flag Regiment spent a sleepless night in the unknown village. The death of the First Flag Battalion caused the morale of the Nanchuan soldiers to be low. The wounded soldiers lay in the houses of the leaking residents and moaned helplessly. Because of the breakout, most of the baggage was discarded by the river, so the wounded soldiers could only hold on. (To be continued)
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