The so-called spear and scepter initially refer to lengthened spears, with slightly different shapes. In modern times, cavalry have liked to use such powerful heavy weapons in battles. Their tricks include thorns, strikes, striking, smashing, and plates, which are most suitable for jumping and rushing to the formation. Moreover, there are many changes in different environments at the right time, which are easy to use and difficult to achieve.

But Xiahou Lie is a first-class expert who is proficient in this method. He relied on his advantage of short tricks and used his flexibility to fight left and right like a wind, pressing down his opponent's 16-foot-long horse spear down, then bullied him into the closest place, and hit the opponent's upper body with a short trick. At this dangerous moment, he himself didn't know where a divine power surged up from, and only heard the dull sound of the blow, the crisp sound of the broken armor and the terrifying cry sounded at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, he knocked all four opponents to the ground.

Hundreds of horsemen trampled directly past the fallen opponent. The iron hooves fell one after another, immediately trampling the enemy into meat mud. The broken flesh and blood were deeply trapped on the ground and mixed with the mud. After the horses passed, they could no longer find human-shaped traces in the muddy ground.

This kind of battle with death with a hand-to-blade has a huge luck. Without heavy armor protection, no matter how superb your skills are, it is difficult to guarantee a certain victory. After Xiahou Lie killed four people in a row, his ribs were also taken away by the enemy's spear tip, and the bones were damaged by only a slight margin. Blood flowed down, dyeing the saddle red, but he didn't seem to care.

He galloped on his horse, tearing off the cloth strip from his battle robe and wrapping the wound tightly. He waved the iron snail and shook the red blood and yellow and white strands on the tip of the snail, and shouted loudly: "Don't delay, come with me!"

Most of the cavalry following Xiahou Lie were not armed. When they were trekking at night, many of them were separated from the baggage team responsible for carrying armor and weapons, and at this time they could only pick up the weapons around them to fight. Some of them followed the baggage, but in a hurry, they simply rode on pack horses and fought.

At this time, everyone knew that mobile and flexible combat strategies were more important, and people and horses did not have to wear armor anymore. So while running, they threw the wrapped armor and other baggage off the horse's back to reduce the load.

It was probably more than two miles back before it broke into contact with the bandit cavalry. Looking north, more and more enemy cavalry rushed into the battlefield, rushing and killing in the infantry team of the Yanzhou Army, and trying to develop in depth. The Yanzhou Army, who was known as a good war, fell into an extremely passive situation from the beginning because of its lack of unified commands and commands. The defense line they had built was first distorted like a dam hit by the flood, then shattered, and soon collapsed.

A very small number of very brave soldiers were still shouting and trying to gather their companions to resist. But the enemies who were traveling from all directions reminded them of their desperate situation at all times. Most of the soldiers were fleeing aimlessly, pushing and shouting each other, stirring up the range of sight into the rolling sea. And the bandits were like ferocious monster fish that were hunting and slaughtering in the sea.

Xiahou Lie looked at the situation in amazement. Over the past few years, he has seen such defeat scenes of the thieves again and again. He and his subordinate cavalry team have rushed forward in such defeats again and again, and they have the best of their heads. The confidence in the Yanzhou Army's invincible battle was established in this process.

But now, we are the ones who are defeated? How is this possible? He simply wondered if he was dreaming. He shook his head suddenly, feeling his mind was in a mess. Perhaps because the wound on his waist was still bleeding, he felt a little dizzy and weak.

"Military Master! Military Master! What should we do?" someone around him asked. Xiahou Lie was alarmed by the voice and looked at his subordinates in a panic, but saw the same panic expression. Facing the enemy that was completely beyond expectations and facing the thousands of troops with such a surging force, almost everyone was afraid.

What to do? What to do? Xiahou Lie felt his heartbeat faster and faster, and the beating sound seemed to be ringing in his ears, "dong!dong!" getting stronger and stronger. When fear grabbed the hearts of others, he felt a special force surge.

Only when the sea is flowing in the air can the heroic nature be revealed. He said to himself, "Don't panic." Then he said loudly to the knights around him, "Don't panic!"

"Our army moved from south to north, and the rivers along the way were roughly from west to east. Because of the heavy rains for several days, the rivers overflowed, so that everyone felt very difficult. But at this time, these rivers can save our lives! Look..." Xiahou Lie pointed at a winding and nameless river passing by. The banks of the river were slightly undulating, and some places closed the river to a very narrow stream of two meters deep; some places were very wide, and people could wading. When the army was crossing, many people swam directly from shallow places, so that the bank embankments in these places were trampled and collapsed: "We can just rely on this river to arrange the array, and we can block the enemy here and here three places!"

He pointed the three shallow areas to his subordinates and shouted sternly: "Han Ya'er! Zhou Feng! Zhao Jing'an! You three lead the soldiers to dismount and occupy one place. I will go forward and rush forward. All the soldiers who come back will be reorganized and lined up along the river!"

Han, Zhou and Zhao are his capable team leaders. They are all brave men who suddenly fly on the battlefield. Even if they are placed in the entire Yanzhou army, they are quite famous. After a battle just now, the three men gathered up scattered soldiers and now they all control the power of about a hundred cavalry.

Seeing Xiahou Lie's fighting spirit high, the three of them were cheering up and moving forward. Zhou Feng and Zhao Jing'an replied in a deep voice, but Han Ya'er made a loud noise with a long sword and said loudly: "The army leader has a fate, but he dares not obey. However, the athletes under my command are all heroes at the moment. They are willing to follow the army leader to kill and die, and they do not want to hide behind and endure humiliation and live without hiding!"

Xiahou Lie knew that Han Ya'er was a little awkward, but he didn't have time to say more at this moment. He waved his short swing and hit Han Ya'er's shoulder with a bang: "Who wants you to hide behind! These three shoals are related to the victory and defeat, and it is the most important thing. Even if you die, you must guard this place for me. Let a bandit go and chop off your own dog's head!"

Han Ya'er ate a heavy blow and smiled. The three of them bowed their heads and obeyed the orders, and then led their troops to occupy the vicinity.

Xiahou Lie watched the three men gallop away, tied the reins and returned to the horse, and looked at the situation ahead again with a rushing battle situation.

At this time, the thief army had not been raided for a long time, but the sky was already bright and the vision was clear. From where Xiahou Lie was immediately on his horse, looking east and west, wherever the soldiers of Yanzhou were resting, it had become a bloody battlefield. As the heavy rain stopped, people and horses stepped on the ground without smoke and dust. Countless soldiers shouted in the mud, throwing flesh and blood and broken bones into the arms of the earth.

Xiahou Lie could see clearly that the thieves were even more embarrassed than the soldiers of the Yanzhou Army who had just rested. They seemed to have bathed in sludge, and almost everyone turned yellow. Obviously, they also marched overnight. Thinking of how hard it was for their own marching last night, the thieves had to cover up their eyes and drive for a hundred miles, and this fatigue was even ten times greater than that of the Yanzhou Army. But even though they were so tired, they still killed their own troops and defeated them!

"The court was confused and forced all the wolf and tiger soldiers to become rebels..." Xiahou Lie muttered and raised his short gesture to express his slogan: "Everyone, if you are not afraid of death, just follow me!"

This time, Xiahou Lie broke into the east side of the battlefield, and deliberately chose a place where the thieves were densely packed, and rushed over from behind. There were more than 300 cavalry under his command, shouting in unison, all fighting to the death. The thieves could not resist and urged their horses to avoid it. After a little bye bypassing the journey, they turned around and tried to surround them and annihilate them.

Several cavalry teams surrounded Xiahou Lie's subordinates and sprinted repeatedly, like long snakes entangled together, rotating and biting each other. There were many Jie people and Zahu in the thief cavalry. They were either from nomadic tribes or pastoral slaves from pastures in various parts of Hebei. In terms of riding, they were really above the cavalry in Yanzhou. Not to mention that they were skilled in shooting. They often took a bow and arrow on the horse-driving war horse, and they would definitely hit the target.

The two armies fought for a while, and although Xiahou Lie fought bravely and was killed whenever the enemy was killed, the entire team was still at a disadvantage. The knights who fell behind were knocked off their horses one by one, and the "pa" sound of breaking after the long spear pierced into the human body was heard one after another.

Fortunately, Xiahou Lieben did not expect to defeat the enemy with his own troops. While wandering around and fighting, he made the soldiers shout in unison, "Go back! Back! Go over the river and go to guard the whole team!" Many soldiers heard their shouts. After all, the Yanzhou Army was a powerful soldier who was shaking the Central Plains. Although he was in a hurry, he could easily recover from calmness. The Yanzhou Army, who had originally fled around and had no direction, gradually found the direction, so he ran to the south regardless of everything.

Due to the successive victory after going north, the Yanzhou army did not take the bandits seriously at all. They went north swaggeringly. The entire front stretched for dozens of miles when they marched, and even when they were camping and resting, they were scattered for nearly ten miles. Although the soldiers in this vast area could not concentrate their strength to fight against the enemy, they were difficult to stop them if they wanted to escape. They arrived at the river bank one after another, waded across the shallows, and then reorganized under the command of Han Ya'er, Zhou Feng and Zhao Jing'an. The officers found their soldiers, and the soldiers found their officers. Those without weapons were lined up to the rear, and those with weapons were organized into a queue and put on the front line.

The three who were initially carrying out the rectification mission were Han, Zhou and Zhao. Later, a higher-ranking officer arrived and naturally took over the command. One military flag after another was erected again on the south bank of the river, indicating that one troops had recovered their combat effectiveness. After about half an hour, they even gathered up five hundred cavalry again, led by Han Ya'er back to the north bank to support!

The Yanzhou army soldiers gathered on the south bank of the river have probably exceeded 4,000. Although the overall situation is still unfavorable, with this foundation, no one believes that the bandits can always gain the upper hand.

The bandits had already noticed the actions of the Yanzhou army. They mobilized considerable forces, either interspersed from the chaotic frontal battlefield, or circled from both sides, and finally ran along the river bank, trying to rush through the three shallows pointed out by Xiahou Lie at the beginning. However, the Yanzhou army had already understood that they either drove the bandits back and maintained this last line of defense, or were rushed over by the bandits across the river, and the entire army was defeated and died, and there was no third road to go. In order to defend these three shallows, the soldiers of Yanzhou burst into unimaginable fighting spirit. Although they suffered huge casualties, even the leader Zhou Feng, who was originally appointed by Xiahou Lie to guard the place, died in battle, but they guarded the blood-red river channel and did not retreat at all!

The bandits attacking the river beach retreated in disappointment. The soldiers of the Yanzhou army fighting in front gradually became sparse, so more and more enemy cavalry freed up their hands and gathered into a black brigade of thousands of people, eyeing this Jin army that was persistent.

Taking advantage of a rare moment of stagnation on the battlefield, Xiahou Lie hurriedly led the team to withdraw.

His cavalry team had lost less than 100 people, and he was injured in many places, so he could not hold on. The bloody and huge wounds that had not been bandaged were spread across the torso, which was enough to show how thrilling battle this brave army leader had just passed.

They waded through the river water deep in Qima's belly and advanced towards the south bank. When they got ashore, Xiahou Lie's war horses tried several times but were unable to jump onto the earth dike. So five or six soldiers jumped into the river, pushed forward and pulled the war horses ashore, and carried the exhausted Xiahou Lie down.

"Thank you, Master Xiahou!"

"Brother Zigang, I will repay you for saving my life!"

"Zhengmaster Xiahou, what should I do next? Can I still fight?"

"The Xiahou Army Master is really brave and deserves to be the center blade of our Yanzhou Army!"

Xiahou Lie was brave and good at fighting. He was known as the sword of the Yanzhou army. He was very popular with the grassroots soldiers, which made his colleague's captain and the army leader a little jealous. But at this time, as Xiahou Lie stepped onto the south bank, both officers and soldiers, the soldiers who retreated here under his cover rushed forward and thanked him. For a moment, the scene seemed a bit lively.

Xiahou Lie almost didn't hear these words of thanks clearly. He felt that his energy and physical strength had reached its limit. In any case, the Yanzhou army was defeated in this battle. With his ability, he could only rescue these thousands of people. More brothers in robbers were thrown across the river bank and ruthlessly massacred by the bandits. Xiahou Lie thought to himself in frustration, there was nothing he could do.

Now let's stabilize the position and defend this river. Fortunately, the opponents of the bandits are not only Yanzhou army, but also Jizhou army and Youzhou Iron Cavalry who may go south at any time are behind them. As long as they withstand the bandit's offensive here, there will inevitably be a turning point. Perhaps, it's okay... Xiahou Lie tried his best to analyze the situation in front of him, and slowly organized the words, intending to explain to his companions.

But a roar of rage suddenly interrupted his thoughts: "Bastard! You bastards! A bastard! A bastard who kills thousands of swords! If I am not in the central army, you will be fighting like this!"

With the thunderous scolding, a man in luxurious armor came strode. Wherever he walked, the soldiers were divided and fell down. The man was about forty years old, with wide shoulders and thick back, and his beard with dense jaws hanging straight across his neck. His appearance was extremely majestic, but his eyes were slightly narrow and long, revealing a hint of yin. Of course, at this moment, only mania and furiousness were left in the pair of narrow eyes.

Xiahou Lie sighed in his heart. This time, the general led by Jizhou, General Gou Chun Gou Daozhen, is here.

This general who was self-reliant and acted impetuously from last night, he took his own cavalry and ran to somewhere. He probably chased and defeated the bandits everywhere, and he felt very happy to kill. As a result, when the general left his army without authorization, the bandits in Hebei, who thought they had no power to fight back, gave the Yanzhou army a heavy blow.

Now that he is back, what else is there? What he is hoping to occupy Jizhou counties has become a joke. Xiahou Lie could imagine how angry Gou Chun would be.

"Grandma, what's going on? Who is in command now? Get out of here!" Gou Chun continued to roar, and every word he spit was filled with evil spirits. With his roar, almost dozens of people projected their eyes on Xiahou Lie at the same time.

These unscrupulous goods... Xiahou Lie complained secretly. He pushed the soldiers who helped him away and stood firmly in his hand: "General, I am the commander."

He joined the Yanzhou Army for many years and fought with Gou Chun for a long time. Therefore, he seemed to be able to feel that Gou Chun's emotions were extremely unstable at this moment and would burst out at any time. Therefore, he consciously lowered his head and stared at his feet to avoid contact with Gou Chun's gaze, so as not to anger the immediate boss.

Gou Chun's heavy footsteps circled around Xiahou Lie. Her leather boots stomped on the ground, and each step was a deep footprint.

"You commanded it? The 22,200 army given to me by the general is invincible all the way north! You commanded a battle, and now there is only this remaining defeated general here... Do you think it was you commanding it?" Gou Chun's heavy breathing almost brought up the wind, a bit smelly, like a beast staring at him and opening his bloody mouth.

Xiahou Lie felt dizzy, and the weakness caused by a lot of blood loss made him almost unable to think normally. But how could this battle be so embarrassed? He had thought about it countless times before, so he whispered: "General, you underestimate the Hebei bandits. We were doomed to fail three days ago, and there was no chance at all! The previous victory was obviously the thieves' trick to lure the enemy. We marched overnight and divided the troops for dozens of miles, giving the thieves the chance to win. It is not easy to keep thousands of soldiers here. We must contact Governor Ding of Jizhou as soon as possible, and we must not let the thieves take advantage of the chaos..."

Having said this, he suddenly felt a torn pain coming from his chest.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't have any strength to fall to the ground with his feet.

When the originally drooping perspective was raised, Xiahou Lie saw Gou Chun waving a long blood-stained sword in anger, causing the soldiers around him to avoid far away in fear. He could vaguely hear him cursing uncontrollably: "Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart!

That knife was pulled out from my chest? Why did Gou Chun do this? I'm right...

Xiahou Lie murmured to himself a few times, and immediately lost consciousness. The blood in his chest had already poured into the alveoli, and a large thrust surged out of his throat.

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Chapter completed!