Seeing that the Chinese army has been surrounded, there are no reinforcements. Hun Sen secretly said that it was not good, and he retreated with his own soldiers. He knew that this battle had not yet been fought, and he had already lost three points in terms of morale, plus the news said that mercenaries liked night attacks, so he was not prepared, so he lost the first move, and this battle was already self-defeating.

The decision to flee was quickly made, and Hun Sen broke away from the Chinese army and ran towards the rear. If he had been in the ranks of the Chinese army, perhaps it would have taken some effort to find him, but even though he had been separated from the main force, this group of horseback riders was particularly eye-catching.

"Hun Sen, don't run." When Gao Xiang, the commander of the first regiment of the Fourth Division, saw the general who was running on horseback and wearing bright armor, he saw a big Hong character on the banner of the soldiers who followed him on the side, and immediately identified the identity of the other party, his eyes were bloodshot, and he swept a shuttle of bullets forward with hatred, and then several Phnom Penh soldiers who were closer were hit and fell to the ground, which immediately attracted another piece of soldiers to kneel and surrender.

"Bastard." slapped the machine gun of the 95th squad in his hand, and Gao Xiang knew that he would not be able to catch up with Hun Sen without a war horse to ride, and this great achievement would fall into the hands of the first cavalry division in the world.

Unable to outrun the war horse with his legs, Hun Sen turned around and the mercenary had been left behind, and he let out a sigh of relief. Although the battle was defeated, no matter how he got his life back, he still had a chance to rise.

"General, run, there are cavalry chasing us." Just when Hun Sen felt that he could breathe a sigh of relief, the voice of a sharp-eyed pro-soldier beside him came.

Looking sideways to the other side, sure enough, hundreds of war horses were rushing towards him, constantly approaching him. Suddenly, a creepy feeling wrapped around his whole body, his legs clamped hard, and the whip in his hand waved, pumping on the war horse, Hun Sen once again sped up.

"Chase! That must be a big fish. The head of the third regiment, Hu Xiao'er, stared at Hun Sen, who was fleeing, and his eyes flashed with excitement and excitement. Behind him, two battalions of eight hundred war horses followed him, like a shadow.

The First Division of the World's Cavalry not only has a strong quality of individual soldiers, but also has better sword skills in his hands than ordinary people, and even the speed of war horses is faster than that of other war horses. In order to achieve such a speed, these war horses usually eat concentrate feed, so that their whole body fur is shiny, and they are even more like divine help when running.

Under the chase and catch-up, the distance between the two sides is constantly narrowing, and it is less than 300 meters. Hun Sen, who was running in front, looked back more than once, and every time he made such a move, he would twitch the horsewhip vigorously in order to be faster.

But in front of the world's first cavalry division with top equestrian skills, no matter how hard they tried, the distance between the two sides was still rapidly approaching. From 300 meters to 250 meters, to 200 meters...

"General, you run, we'll stay and stop him, phew!" A soldier who had followed Hun Sen for many years and received his favor saw that it was not a matter to continue, so he took the initiative to stop and draw his sword to prepare for battle. Around him, there were more than a dozen other personal soldiers who also stayed, just to give their generals a chance to escape.

More than a dozen pro-soldiers are also good hands, they follow Hun Sen's side, and the food they usually eat is excellent, and now it is time to show their strength, one by one, holding sabers, ready to fight to the death with the chasing cavalry.

Maybe they think too highly of themselves, or maybe they underestimate the enemy too much, just a dozen cavalry, just a dozen cavalry, just want to stop the eight hundred knights of the first cavalry division in the world, how ridiculous it is. When he saw the other party staying behind the palace from a distance, a mockery flashed in his eyes, and then he reached out and took the strong bow he was carrying, and an arrow broke out of the air.

Horseback riding and archery is like the people of the Central Plains cultivating the land for the grassland peoples, and it is a skill that everyone must know. Soldiers who can join the first division of the world's cavalry need to undergo a strict assessment of immediate archery, whether it is a fixed target or a mobile target, it is a skill that goes deep into the bone marrow for them. It's just a dozen enemies, how can they be stopped.

The bow and arrow shot from a distance, one by one, as if they had eyes, and as if iron met a magnet, an arrow and arrow steadily pierced the dozen or so personal soldiers. Unfortunately, they still wanted to stop the pursuers and buy time for the general's escape, but in fact they were just used as a fixed target, and without even swinging their knives, they fell to the ground like hedgehogs after a bow shot.

Hun Sen, who was turning around, saw this scene completely in his eyes, and his whole body couldn't help but shudder, who is this? How could he have such exquisite archery skills, and how could he have beaten such an opponent?

At this moment, Hun Sen felt a great sense of horror in his heart, and he suddenly found that whether it was the entire Phnom Penh dynasty, he knew too little about mercenaries. In the past, I just thought that the other party had very advanced firearms, but now, the other party's cavalry is so terrifying, and the Phnom Penh Dynasty has such an opponent, and it should be a matter of time before it fails.

The remaining pro-soldiers did not play the slightest role in hindering, and the distance between the two sides was still narrowing. Just as the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and it was almost a stone's throw away, the opportunity reappeared in front of Hun Sen and found an infantry force of nearly 1,000 people. They are the rear army of the previous 50,000 troops, because of their excellent position, as soon as they found that the situation was wrong, they fled as soon as possible, and now they have been captured by Hun Sen.

Of course, Hun Sen at this time has no intention of curing them, these people are born to be good shields, for the dead ghosts.

"All of you, let this general stand still, and fight back against the enemy behind him, they are not as numerous as you, if anyone dares to run again, they will not be spared." The instinct to survive made Hun Sen's speed speed speed up again, and his shouting became more anxious.

The more than 1,000 Phnom Penh foot soldiers who were running away with their heads down heard Hun Sen's shout, and when they looked back and saw that it was the general chasing them, they all showed ugly looks on their faces. According to the military law of the Phnom Penh Dynasty, escaping from battle is completely different from being defeated in war and being punished, which is the difference between life and death.

I thought that the battlefield was already in chaos, and no one should notice them, and when the time came, they said that they had lost the battle on the battlefield, and who would know? But now, he has been caught by the general, so it's really hard to explain.

"Look at what, as long as you block the chasing soldiers behind you for a quarter of an hour, you are all meritorious heroes, and you can go back to this general to receive a reward." After being a general for so many years, the psychology of the soldiers below has long been seen through by him, and he knows that what to say now can let these people work for themselves.

Hun Sen's shouting like this is equivalent to giving these foot soldiers a hope, thinking that there are more than 1,000 of them, but they are just blocking for a quarter of an hour, which should not be difficult. The procession of thousands of people stopped and allowed Hun Sen to escape with a dozen of his own soldiers. Then they crossed the road, each with spears or knives, and posed as if they were going to fight the pursuing cavalry.

"Shoot the arrows." Seeing that the prey in his hand was about to flee, he took the lead in shooting with a bow, and the arrow suddenly pierced the chest of a Phnom Penh soldier. This soldier, who was still called Huan just now, and still had a look of war, didn't even have a chance to make a move, so he was killed by an arrow.

At the same time, more bows and arrows flew out and pierced into the Phnom Penh infantry who stood in the way ahead, and one after another the soldiers were shot and fell, the power of which was completely inferior to the fire of the muskets.

A companion died in front of him like this, most of them were killed with an arrow, this scene frightened the Phnom Penh soldiers behind, they originally thought that with their own strength, how could they hold on, but only after the fight did they know how ridiculous the previous idea was.

"Retreat, retreat." A commander who was mixed in with it saw the strength of these cavalrymen, and knew that with their strength, they would not be able to stop the other party at all, and forcibly staying here was just burying innocent lives, so he immediately issued an order to retreat.

As a result, some people retreated, and the newly organized defensive line of the Phnom Penh soldiers collapsed before it could do anything. And some of the soldiers who retreated slowly finally bumped into the oncoming Ku Xiao'er and others, and saw a burst of sword light and sword shadows, and dozens of heads flew into the air in unison, this terrifying scene forced many surrounding Phnom Penh soldiers to kneel and surrender, facing the unstoppable first division of the world's cavalry, they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered at any time, and they had no power to fight back.

Ignoring the Phnom Penh soldiers, who had been frightened and kneeling to surrender, Ku Po Er continued forward with the cavalry, swept past them, and continued to pursue their target, General Hun Sen.

Hun Sen borrowed a thousand soldiers to form a meat shield to fight for a glimmer of life for himself, and just when he wanted to take a breath, one of his own soldiers next to him pounced and fell down immediately, so shocked that he trembled all over, and then looked back.

This sight frightened his soul out of his body, and the cavalry that should have been thrown off reappeared, and not only that, but he was less than a stone's throw away.

"Ahh Help. At this moment, Hun Sen was indeed frightened, and he didn't think about surrendering at all, but instinctively shouted and screamed, and kept pumping the war horse under his seat in a panic, wanting to escape.

The first arrow shot by Ku Po'er behind him did not mean to take Hun Sen's life, even if it was a big fish, of course he wanted to catch it alive. However, when he saw that the other party was still struggling before he died, and wanted to continue to escape, seeing that the other party's war horse was frightened and the speed was even faster, he finally gave up the plan to capture him alive, and he rode on the horse with a bow and shot straight at Hun Sen's back.