"Unless..." The tone was quiet, and as he slowly raised his head, Uncle Li's gaze also stayed on a few bright stars in the night sky, and under Li Xiaofeng's gaze, Uncle Li Huang sighed lightly and continued to add in a low voice: "Unless there is an elite army right now to break through the defense of the Pseudo-Qi rebels from the periphery, otherwise, even this line of vitality will no longer exist." ”

When he said this, Uncle Li's tone was no longer as indifferent as he was just now, mixed with too many complex emotions, remorse, resentment, and even expectation.

Li Xiaofeng did not continue to persuade him, nor did he pick up Uncle Li's words, because he had already heard that what Uncle Li Huang sighed was actually looking forward to the Feng family's army.

As Zhang Guihou's offensive slowly advanced, there were not many soldiers left under Li Jian's command, Li Xiaofeng sent 500 people under his command to support, and one of Zhang Guiba's three thousand regiments no longer ran back and forth to release arrows, but rushed straight towards Li Jian's army, leaving Li Jian no respite, and continued to launch a fierce white-knuckle battle.

The remaining two thousand-strong regiments under Zhang Guihou did not come forward to help, but because these were Zhang Guihou's descendants, they did not continue to shoot arrows, but stayed in place expressionlessly, watching the battle in front of them as if nothing had happened.

With the long-term fighting between the two sides, Zhang Guihou suddenly gave the order to retreat, and the two thousand-strong regiments guarding outside the camp pounced violently, shooting at the Li Jiajun who subconsciously pursued and killed the pseudo-Qi rebels, and then after the Li Jiajun organized a shield for defense, the army under Zhang Guihou slowly withdrew more than 200 meters.

There was about a quarter of an hour to spare, and there was no conversation or persuasion between the two sides, Huang Chao had already made a decision after discussing with several generals who led the troops, and he had no intention of letting go of any of the Li family army in Xia Qingshan. However, Zhang Guihou's brief stop to attack was because of news from Huangchao in the rear, saying that it was best not to force Li Jiajun too hard, lest the dog jump over the wall and suffer too many casualties, and he should slowly try to completely overwhelm Li Jiajun physically and psychologically.

Zhang Guihou also does have the ability to lead troops in battle, with less than 3,000 people, after two hours of consumption, he actually lost only 400 troops, with only the excellent equipment in his hands and the sufficient supplies of the puppet Qi rebels behind him, he forcibly consumed nearly 1,000 people who took turns to fight Li Jian and Li Xiaofeng.

The whole encirclement and suppression battle was launched from the night before, and now the strength of the Li family's army is less than 15,000, and the elite of Zhang Guihou in front of him alone is still as many as 2,300 people, and there is still a steady stream of supplies in the rear. Although the dawn of dawn has slowly appeared, but with their empty stomachs have begun to protest again and again, especially after a night of fighting, the nervous Li Jiajun felt extremely tired, and even unconsciously, a sense of fear of facing death swept the whole army.

As for Zhang Guihou's army, last night's full meal lifted everyone's spirits, although there was also hunger at this time, but it was not like Li Jiajun, after all, last night's meal was firm dough and meat patties, which were enough to manage the full, while Li Jiajun was bark and grass roots, and boiling water mixed with bitterness.

The Li Jiajun on the mountain was completely silent, no one wanted to say anything more, and what they could do at this moment was to hold the weapons in their hands tightly, stare at the angry eyes, and stare at Zhang Guihou's army, which was hundreds of meters away and could attack again at any time.

The spear in Li Xiaofeng's hand didn't know where it had been lost, he had participated in the hard battle just now, and he had a few wounds on his body, and he was carrying a war knife that he had just found from the pile of corpses, even though there were already a few gaps on it, but Li Xiaofeng still held it tightly in his hand, and his body was also standing more than ten meters in front of Uncle Li Huang, but the prestige of the past was completely gone, replaced by a slight depression.

The old wound on Li Jian's left arm has re-ruptured at some point, and the entire left arm is now almost unable to exert any strength, and Uncle Li's accompanying military doctor has already examined it, if it is not treated in time, the wound-infected arm is likely to be scrapped. However, for the current situation, Li Jian obviously didn't care about what the military doctor said, after all, whether this life could be saved was another matter, how could he bother to worry about a left arm.

Uncle Li's yellow armor was also stained with countless dirt due to the continuous days of fighting, even under the light after dawn, it did not return to its former glory, but instead looked like it made people feel bleak and powerless.

"Xiaofeng." Looking at the thin back of his son in front of him, Uncle Li hesitated for a moment, but still made a low call, and after hearing it, Li Xiaofeng hurriedly turned around and ran to Uncle Li's side, and asked softly with a concerned face: "Dad?" What's up? ”

"It seems that Dad was really wrong before." Uncle Li Huang groaned, looked at Li Xiaofeng with deep eyes, two small tears had welled up from the corners of his eyes, and his voice was very low and very trembling, but Li Xiaofeng heard it clearly in his ears, and he couldn't help but pinch it fiercely in his heart, and hurriedly reached out to support Uncle Li's body, shook his head again and again, and whispered relief: "No!" Dad, don't think about it! There is no mistake, victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers! You're doing it for my good, too, and there's nothing wrong with that! ”

"Don't say it, I figured it out, it's my dad who is in a hurry!" Uncle Li Huang's face was a little pale, but he couldn't see it very clearly when it was covered with dust, he just smiled at Li Xiaofeng reluctantly, shook his head slightly, and suddenly his eyes became firm again, he reached out and grabbed Li Xiaofeng's arm tightly, and said word by word with a serious face: "Xiaofeng!" Anyway! But you must remember Dad's words before, Datang! Datang. ”

As Uncle Li's tone intensified, his whole body suddenly trembled, and even the muscles of his face twitched violently, Li Xiaofeng was taken aback by this sudden change, and hurriedly grabbed Uncle Li's arm with his backhand, and at the same time hurriedly turned his head to look at the military doctor: "Military doctor. ”

"Poof!"

Suddenly, Uncle Li's body jerked, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood. And Li Xiaofeng just felt that something flashed in front of him, and his side face also felt a burst of dampness and heat, and the words he shouted stopped abruptly, and subconsciously looked back at Uncle Li Huang, and at the same time raised his hand to rub it on the side of his face, his hands were sticky, and then, a pungent smell of blood hit his mouth and nose, and Li Xiaofeng shouted: "Military doctor!" Military!! ”