"Rush! Rush out to survive, or you will all die here. Qiu Fu waved the sword in his hand, and the blade was stained with blood. urged the mount under the crotch to rush left and right, but it was never able to break through the Yan army's defense line. These Yan troops seem to have been preparing for a long time, and not only do they seem to be unable to shoot endless arrows. Even the trenches were dug deep and wide, from the moment they met a sniper. Qiu Fu knew that he had entered the place of death!

The sergeants beside him fell one by one, and the five thousand Zhao troops were like headless flies under the leadership of Qiu Fu. Crashing around in the Dangyang Valley, arrows splashed like water everywhere they went.

On the top of the mountain, Ning Xin calmly watched everything that was happening in the valley. He once again recognized Yun Yue as a talent, and it was a new feat for digging trenches. Who knows, wars can also be won by digging in the dirt.

Yun Yue didn't know what she had learned from trench warfare. It was actually comprehended by Ning Xin and Ju Wu more than 2,000 years ago, so that the Yan army pouted and fought evolved into a method of warfare, and the armies of various countries followed suit, making the offensive war more and more difficult.

Ning Xin looked at Lian Po on the other side of the mountain, the sky was a little cloudy today, but he could still see the banner of Lian Zi in the distance. The handsome flag with black letters on a red background hunted in the wind, and the corpses of Zhao Jun lay at the foot of the mountain. The dark red blood was like a flower blooming on the yellow and green grass, one after another, and the blood-colored flowers were so beautiful in Ning Xin's eyes. He seemed to see the irascible Lion-like Lian Po, and finally the shame of defeat.

"Huh! Qiu Fu's guy is almost bumping into him, let Ju Wu deal with him. I want to see what kind of expression Lian Po had when he saw Qiu Fu's head. Will the whole army be mobilized to attack the mountain, this trench is too well dug. The old man can't wait to fill it with Zhao Jun's corpse, hehe! Looking at the corpses at the foot of the mountain, Ning Xin couldn't stop laughing. There is nothing more enjoyable than seeing the corpses of the enemy.

"General, most of the Qiu Fu Department has been lost. I'm doing the battle of the trapped beasts right now, and it won't be long before I can complete it. Please wait a while, and it won't be long before General Ju Wu will definitely present the head of Na Qiu Fu. The lieutenant immediately bowed down and replied. Today's battle was fought with great pleasure, and most importantly, with so few casualties.

All the battles were rivers of corpses and blood, killing 1,000 enemies and losing 800 themselves. Even the siege warfare, which had the greatest casualty ratio, was a heavy casualty battle. Unexpectedly, today, the field battle actually brought casualties in siege warfare. The battle damage now reported, including the wounded, is only 2,000 in the whole army. For a war at this time, this casualty figure is nothing short of a miracle.

"Lian Po! A generation of famous generals, you also have today. Hahahaha! Ning Xin looked down the mountain and let out the heartiest laugh. The gloom of defeat over the past few days has been swept away.

Qiu Fu was already a little desperate, and the half-day rush almost exhausted the strength in his body. There are fewer and fewer soldiers around me, and those wounded and helpless wails and groans! Yin hoped that the robes would take them with them. But what you are waiting for is not a spear or a sharp sword. The Battle of Changping was a great deal for the Zhao army, who swore not to let a single robe fall into the hands of the enemy, and were slaughtered after being humiliated. Rather than die in humiliation, it is better to be killed by the robe.

The shouts outside the valley never stopped, and Qiu Fu knew that this was Lian Po's best efforts. But how did he know that more than 30,000 Yan troops had already surrounded this Dangyang Mountain like an iron pass. Not only did they occupy favorable terrain, but they even built considerable fortifications and dug many trenches.

Not to mention that Lian Po has 20,000 cavalry, even if he has 20,000 special forces. It is also difficult to attack and rescue Qiu Fu, who is in danger of most of the casualties.

"General Qiu, we can't get out." An old lieutenant beside him cried bitterly. Life and death are common, just talk about it. When it comes to life and death, there are few people who are not afraid of death.

"What are you crying about, your head falls off and you have a big scar. Look at your pee, you pretend to be a well-known man on weekdays. Hum! Qiu Fu gave the guy a disdainful look.

How sad his heart was, he knew it as early as the day he joined the army. If you want to die or hang up, this thing is as long as horizontal and vertical. Sooner or later, he who kills with a sword will also die by the sword. With today's retribution, Qiu Fu thinks it will be sooner or later. However, he never thought of it. He will die here, at the hands of Yan Jun.

The shouts of killing outside the valley were still earth-shattering, and it didn't take to think about it to know that Lian Po was launching a fierce attack to save himself. Can you really save it? Qiu Fu now understood that Yan Jun had premeditated himself to enter Dangyang Mountain. It was a thorny place and a nightmare for the cavalry.

Rushing left and right, Qiu Fu judged that the Yan army that participated in the siege and killing him was no less than 20,000. And it was ambushed here early in the morning, and Ning Xin was also a veteran of the battle formation, General Yan Guo. Fighting such an ambush war, there will definitely be no way for him to survive.

Presumably, at this time, Lian Po had already broken his head in front of the strong Yan army's position. Never mind! Don't let senseless people die anymore, and if you die, you will never have the idea of Lian Po. Lian Po brought all the cavalry, and he could still do it if he missed a blow and traveled thousands of miles.

He glanced back at the soldier with a slanted helmet and a tired look. There are only two or three hundred of the five thousand elite horsemen left, and many of them have one or two feathered arrows stuck in their bodies.

"Brethren, I, Qiu Fu, am incapable of leading you to death. Now the robe outside is bleeding in order to rescue us, and you are all good men of my Da Zhao. If we die, we will die like a big Zhao man. Don't let these swallow dogs make us small, and get your armor in order. Pick up the blades in your hands, and if you are not afraid of death, make one last charge with Lao Tzu. ”

patted the neck of the old guy under his crotch and bundled up the armor on his body. Qiu Fu waved the sharp blade in his hand, and rushed towards the Yan army's position in one shot. This time, he was determined to die, and took these two or three hundred horsemen to charge for his life.

The galloping war horse was constantly spewing rough air, and the ears were full of passionate horse hooves and the neighing of war horses. Zhao Junjing's cavalry roared and charged, and the hooves of the war horse under his crotch flew and the dirt was constantly splashed.

The rain of arrows from the Yan army poured down as promised, and Qiu Fu and the war horses under his crotch were all hit by arrows. One, two...... Qiu Fu was full of arrows, and he was still screaming and rushing forward.

"Kerala!" A thunderclap exploded in the sky, and Qiu Fu was like a demon god descending from the nine heavens, charging with blood and endless killing intent. A group of Yan army foot soldiers appeared in front of him, led by a general wearing a golden helmet and golden armor.

Qiu Fu's eyes widened angrily, and he shouted: "Kill!" At this moment, the sky and the earth changed color, and the pouring rain fell like sifting beans. In the rain, only the roar of Qiu Fu and the neighing of war horses could be heard.