The Sui army and the Han Wang army, each with a total of 100,000 troops, continued to participate in the battle. The battle was too fierce. From the morning to noon, there were scenes of battles all over the mountains and fields, blood flowing into rivers and piles of bones.

If you look around, you will find that within a few miles of the ground, there are dead bodies, swords, spears, spears, halberds, and Teng Shields scattered all over the ground, many of which are stuck in the body of the corpse, with broken limbs and broken arms scattered everywhere, blood staining the land, and the bloody smells like it makes people feel vomited when they hear it.

Yang Su was experienced and ruthless in his military use. Xiao Maha was not an ordinary person. He kept dispatching troops and generals. He promptly dispatched troops to intercept Yang Su's formation and struggled to support it. Until dusk, the formation of the Han army finally collapsed.

"Catch up, defeat the rebels, and make contributions!"

The Sui army was actually exhausted, but victory was in sight, and all of them came to power, rushing over like tigers and wolves.

Especially the remaining iron cavalry cut through and cross-section, they plowed into formations like fields. The rebel battle formation collapsed and the soldiers were unable to communicate with each other. What was left was a one-sided massacre scene.

This time the surprise, the overall situation has been decided.

Xiao Mohe ordered the withdrawal of troops, intending to withdraw from Shili to reorganize, but the psychological quality of the rebels was gone, because once they failed, they would have no hope and future and lost the opportunity to make a comeback. They knew the situation, so after the defeat, they were no longer interested in fighting.

An army with dispersed morale is retreating, and the panic atmosphere is irrepressible. When facing the enemy head-on, they can fight desperately and turn around and start. How can the army not fight for the first time to escape?

The retreat of a large army is the most likely factor that leads to the failure of command of the three armies and the lowest morale. When a huge army retreats, especially in ancient times, even a wise general is difficult to turn the tide and effectively command the three armies.

This is also why Luo Zhaoyun completed the mission, retreated but was not annihilated, and was admired by other generals.

When you charge in a battle, it's just courage. If you retreat, you can still control the three armies without chasing your ranks. This is a general and a talented man, which is very rare.

However, at that time, Luo Zhaoyun had done propaganda work in advance, and the generals knew that the army was ambushing behind him, and they still had a glimmer of hope. The quality of the soldiers of the three armies was also excellent. However, the rebels now did not want to serve the King of Han, so they quickly fled because they knew that the King of Han was about to collapse.

The army surrounded and kept blocking the killing. The rebels fled east and west, completely disintegrating.

Luo Zhaoyun took the lead and led his troops to the position of the commander's flag. He knew very well that the army was dissipated during the retreat, but some people were more loyal and would still follow the commander's flag. Only by cutting off the commander's flag could the army truly go to destruction.

"Protect General!"

Some personal guards surrounded Xiao Maha closely and slowly retreated to break through.

Luo Zhaoyun led hundreds of people to the deepest area of ​​the rebels. His gun skills were superb and his courage was unstoppable, as if he had entered a state of no one.

The soldiers along the way could not be stopped at all. Hundreds of cavalrymen passed by and soon caught up with Xiao Maha's team.

"Slay!" Luo Zhaoyun shouted loudly, rode his horse past, pulled out his waist knife and cut off the thick and high commander's flag directly. The moment he fell down, many rebel soldiers on the periphery were panicked.

"Where is Xiao Maha going?"

Luo Zhaoyun and Guo Xiaoke led hundreds of guard knights to advance quickly like a tiger out of a cage, and killed him without hesitation.

The personal army protecting Xiao Maha began to stop it, but the morale was insufficient and the combat effectiveness was weakened. Even if there were too many people, they could no longer resist it.

Xiao Mohe looked at the extremely powerful young general in the crowd, full of emotion. Looking back at the time when he was young, wasn’t he so heroic and brave enough to be the three armies? Now he has lived for a few years, and he has no physical ability to fight. His kung fu has long deteriorated, and the hero has lost his courage as he used to be.

"Clang!" Xiao Mohe pulled out his long sword and shouted: "Fight!"

"General, break through!" a deputy general advised.

"What can I do if I break through? The situation is over. Instead of going back and being tied up and surrendered, it is better to leave the curtain now!" Xiao Mohe laughed bitterly and thought very openly.

"Kill--" Xiao Mohe rushed forward and fought with Luo Zhaoyun. The big sword was fast, the sword technique was exquisite, and the heat was very strong. Unfortunately, he was old and weak, and even the dark energy was difficult to maintain.

When the twenty rounds passed, Luo Zhaoyun was shot and fell off the horse and was captured alive.

Luo Zhaoyun knew his identity, so he was not stabbed to death, leaving his life behind.

Xiao Maha sat down and sighed, "I wonder if this young general is the pioneer general Luo Cheng?"

"No, it's me!" Luo Zhaoyun immediately rushed to the point of being free and easy.

Xiao Mohe had a strange expression, nodded and said, "Heroes are born as young people, but they are not fame!"

Luo Zhaoyun was stunned for a moment, but unexpectedly, the other party said something like this, and he felt a little more respect. The mind and demeanor of famous generals were indeed much stronger than mediocre people. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!