The slaughter of the army, under the illumination of the slanting sun, raised pieces of snowflakes and snow mist, mixed together, and then scattered with the wind again, as if the sky was raining a red snow, and the whole scene was also extremely spectacular.

More and more people began to gather together, and even many of them had already picked up their weapons from the low, protecting the elderly, women and children behind them, and even more, the men who did not have any worries also swung the ice blade in their hands at the pseudo-Qi rebels who ran past them with various extremely clumsy movements, although the movements were a little old-fashioned and slow, but they were very direct, and often the most direct method could also cause unexpected destructive power.

Whether it is a spear or a war knife, or those hammers and sticks that weigh more than twenty or thirty pounds at every turn, directly slashed at the head or neck of the pseudo-Qi soldiers, the result is clear at a glance, seven or eight out of ten people are killed on the spot, only a small part of the lucky ones, or dodged at the critical moment, or because ordinary people are the first time to make such a move and cannot grasp the most appropriate angle and strength, so that they can survive.

"Withdraw, withdraw! Evacuate! If you don't withdraw, it's too late! Looking at the unilateral slaughter around him, Zhang Li himself did not have any resistance at all, but just waved at the guards, as if he wanted to temporarily gather more troops to ensure that the subsequent escape process would have more hope of success.

Just now he had just swallowed half a small piece of bread in the camp tent, which was almost the only bread in the army, and he noticed the commotion of the army, and when his guards came into the tent to report that the army seemed to have encountered a blizzard, Zhang Li instantly realized that something was wrong, but unfortunately, when Zhang Li left the camp tent and wanted to come forward to observe, the winged cavalry regiment had appeared in front of his army.

Zhang Li can also be said to be extremely decisive in doing things, and he is also self-aware, he knows that since the Feng family army has appeared here, it will not only have the winged cavalry regiment that he sees in his eyes, and he is very convinced that the Feng family army will never miss such a good opportunity, and he firmly believes that although he has 60,000 or 70,000 troops, there is absolutely no hope of resisting, let alone counterattacking and winning.

"General, let's go, it's coming! They're coming! "Zhang Li's henchman Zeng Xiu has been scolding everyone at the scene of distributing 'grain and grass', his mood has also fallen to the extreme, and he also understands very well that his people are completely self-inflicted, and being able to get to this point is completely due retribution, but Zeng Xiu still kept persuading Zhang Li to retreat quickly and escape as much as possible while the war was raging.

"It's coming! Kill is coming! ”

In the vast snow white, Lin Feng's pro-army was particularly conspicuous, like a flame jumping around, and it seemed to be a flickering ghost, always flashing in the eyes of Zhang Li and everyone around him, when more and more people saw clearly that the flames in front of them were spreading to their side, they suddenly lost their square inches, like a snowball that was very afraid of the flames, quickly surrounded Zhang Li, and began to flee to the wilderness in the southwest.

With Lin Feng and the others turning around, the puppet Qi rebels who were originally considered the former army gradually breathed a sigh of relief, after all, at this moment, the spearhead of the Feng family's army began to turn to Zhang Li, which meant that they had extra time to complete the important matter of escaping.

But it's a pity that with the departure of Lin Feng and the others, a cloud of snow mist suddenly rose in the east, and the cold wind blew the snowflakes splashed by the horses' hooves together, as if wrapped up, more and more, more and more clear, Pan Zhigang's two thousand Ben Thunder Pioneer Regiment elite cavalry appeared in everyone's field of vision, even if it was still vague in the eyes of some people, but the wind and snow in front of them had completely extinguished the flame of hope that had just ignited in their hearts, and the appearance of the Ben Lei Pioneer Regiment brought more than just killing to the puppet Qi rebels. There is also relentless despair, despair that leaves no room for hope.

"General, go! I'm going to resist for a while! ”

"Run, General! I'll stay and stop them! ”

"General, you must escape! It's up to the last general! ”

。。。

What makes Zhang Li both relieved and sad is that this is already the first person in his henchmen who doesn't know how many people have said this to him, and at this point, there are still henchmen who can take the initiative to stand up as a force after the break, and use their lives to fight for Zhang Li's escape time, which is indeed enough to make Zhang Li feel gratified, and it can even be said that he is already proud. But on the contrary, Zhang Li's heart was dripping blood, just because of his original impulsiveness, which led to his current fate, and even because of himself, he dragged down those loyal henchmen who died tragically in the hands of the Feng family army behind him.

Those small forces that stayed to buy time for Zhang Li's break could not even affect the speed of Lin Feng and the others at all, even if they had already regarded death as home, but there was a difference of more than a little bit in terms of overall momentum, not to mention that they were facing the elite of the Feng family's army.

Not only Lin Feng's more than 100 personal guards had fought countless battles on the battlefield, but even the hundreds of winged cavalry who followed closely behind, how could it be that since the establishment of the Feng family's army, there have been countless battles in the south and in the north, how can a group of frightened birds under Zhang Li stop it.

"Catch, catch them! Get them!! ”

Zhang Li, who was fleeing in a hurry, suddenly saw a light in his eyes, there were not many people around him, but at the critical moment, there was a life-saving straw in front of him, and suddenly, Zhang Li slapped the war horse like crazy, as if the hope of survival was more than ten meters ahead, as long as he rushed forward, his safety was guaranteed.

At this time, there was no more than a hundred people around Zhang Li, except for a few hardcore henchmen including Zeng Xiu, there was only a group of embarrassed and frightened guards, but in the process of escaping, they lost all their resistance heart.

Everyone looked at Zhang Li's gaze and did find a life-saving straw, it was an escape team of twenty or thirty people, but the identity of the other party was diametrically opposite, it was a team of people in Chang'an City.

"Stop! Hold it!! Looking at the people in front of him who were still running away, Zhang Li frantically waved the war knife in his hand, shouting at the front heartbreakingly, but it had no effect at all, and in a hurry, Zhang Li suddenly threw out the war knife in his hand.

"Whew, whew, whew."

The sword, which was not stained with any blood, was surrounded by a silvery light, accompanied by a rotating arc and a clear whistling sound, and the dazzling light of the sword slammed into the back of an old man who was hunched but still refused to relax.

"Poof,."

There was a dull sound, and for a moment it seemed that the whole world was still, Zhang Li and the others and Lin Feng and the others who were chasing and killing were already miles away from the battlefield, and the shouting and killing behind them had been blown away by the cold wind. However, with the muffled sound of the battle knife piercing into the body, even Lin Feng and the others heard a subtle abnormality mixed with the cold wind while galloping.

In a flash, everyone's movements were no longer deliberately done, and the war horse continued to rush forward, but the old man in front of him was in the battle knife, and his thin body was like a kite with a broken string, and in the cold wind, he continued to fly forward lightly.