"Launch, launch at will......" Murong Chuan shouted loudly as he beat his horse back.

The archers on the left were the first to strike a head-on blow at the army of iron cavalry that had rushed out of the darkness. The arrows whistled, howling like ghosts, and pounced on the frenzied Han soldiers.

Murong Ji was so anxious that he loudly ordered the trumpeter and sounded the horn of retreat.

"Order all besieging soldiers to retreat immediately."

"Inform Xiong Ba, immediately stop the siege, and rush to the vicinity of the south city gate as quickly as possible to cover the retreat of our army."

"Order the reserve troops on the right flank to move closer to the central army, assemble a dense defensive formation, and delay the enemy's attack."

A dense rain of arrows shot into the galloping iron cavalry army, and immediately soldiers were marching at high speed, or fell from their horses, or people fell on their horses. The Han soldiers ignored it completely, and still rode their horses wildly.

The shield soldiers standing in the front row were stunned by the fierce momentum of the Great Han Iron Cavalry, and they subconsciously retreated one after another, as if they could avoid being hit by the enemy's iron cavalry. The archers were already close to the Han soldiers after shooting two arrows. They were the worst defensive, and when they were unstoppable, they were the first to turn around and begin to scatter towards the rear of the army.

Li Hong's spear took advantage of the tremendous impact of the galloping war horse to first pick and kill a shield soldier. The shieldmen screamed and flew through the air, falling heavily into the ranks of archers.

The two armies collided, and there was a loud and dull roar, which resounded throughout the battlefield and slammed heavily into the hearts of the Xianbei soldiers, terrifying and terrifying.

"Kill, ......" the Han soldiers shouted, wielding their swords fiercely. The horses beneath them galloped and roared, ramming at all the enemies that stood in their way. The Xianbei soldiers were like boats in stormy seas, like fallen leaves in the wind, helpless and weak, they were brutally ravaged and trampled by this great force that suddenly descended from the darkness, trampling, ramming, slashing and slashing, and they had no power to fight back.

The flight of the archers intensified the fear of the Xianbei army and hastened the rate of their death.

Li Hong took the lead, and the steel gun in his hand had a thorn on the left side, and there was no possibility of escape under the gun. The spear in Zheng Xin's hand is like a poisonous snake that swallows the letter, devouring the lives of his enemies with impunity. Tian Zhong opened his bow left and right, and the long arrows roared, and each arrow must be hit. The sword of the thunder is like a whirling millstone, and the one who is in it will die. The soldiers of the scout tun and the guard tun all fought bravely and fought fiercely.

Liu Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

When the rapid and low sound of the bull's horn suddenly sounded in the dark night, Liu Yu's heart, which had almost stopped beating in despair, beat violently again. His eyes widened and he looked out toward the roaring battlefield to the west.

Under the illumination of dozens of huge bonfires, the entire battlefield is unobstructed.

He saw that the formation of the Xianbei army under the city was rapidly adjusting, and the soldiers looked very panicked and nervous. The Xianbei soldiers on the western city wall suddenly retreated like a tide down the ladder when they had completely gained the upper hand. The siege of the eastern city wall ended almost immediately with the sound of the horn of retreat. Only the battle continued under the city gate. However, Yuwentong's archers had already taken the lead in withdrawing, occupying a favorable position under the city, and were preparing to cover the withdrawal of the soldiers in the city.

Throughout the battlefield, the horns of emergency retreat sounded one after another, completely covering up the sound of fighting on the battlefield. The sudden tense atmosphere almost froze the bloody battlefield for a while.

He heard a loud crash, like a hammer breaking a war drum, low and powerful, but with a faint sound of ruin. Then he saw that the left flank of the enemy began to ripple like water in a pond, and then the ripples turned into waves, and then the waves began to shake, and then the whole left flank of the enemy began to shake.

Liu Yu couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart, and shouted loudly: "Beat the drum, beat the drum......"

The remaining soldiers and civilians on the tower were not yet immersed in the bloody and brutal fighting, and they did not have time to believe that the fierce enemy would suddenly retreat.

The thunderous drums of war rang out in an earth-shattering manner.

This is the drum of victory, this is the drum of victory over the enemy. The soldiers and the people of the city woke up from the bloodshed. They finally looked forward to reinforcements, and they were waiting for reinforcements at the moment of collapse.

The sound of war drums and cheers resounded throughout Yuyang City in an instant.

Jade, Yan Wudaunt's six hundred cavalry of Zuo Qu followed closely behind the advance troops led by Li Hong, rushed into the battlefield, and quickly expanded the impact area of the soldiers of the enemy's archery troops. The Xianbei soldiers fled as fast as they could, and at the same time launched a ferocious blockade. They are good at riding and shooting, and although they don't have war horses, their individual combat ability is still very outstanding. Their precise archery skills and the combined attack skills of small units caused many casualties among the Han soldiers.

Yan Rou led six hundred iron cavalry into the middle of the left flank of the Xianbei army.

Yan Rou rode a fiery red war horse and wore a blood-red battle robe, which flew like a burning fire on the battlefield under the reflection of the firelight. His broadsword was wide and heavy, extremely sharp, and he could only see the light of the knife flickering between swings, and the head of the person flew over, and blood was everywhere. The Xianbei people's new force was attacked head-on by the Han army, and suffered heavy casualties. But their fierce nature was not intimidated by the gore in front of them. After an initial panic, they began to fight back, their swords and axes raining down on the Han army's horses, soldiers. The enemy is crazy.

There were 600 horsemen on the left side, 600 horsemen from Zhao Wen and Wu Zhao in the middle, and 600 horsemen from Hu Zi Weijun on the right, and the three groups of men and horses roared like thunder, and rushed to the battlefield almost at the same time. The addition of the main iron cavalry is like a fatal stab on a dying enemy.

The left flank of the Xianbei army collapsed in an instant.

The rout of the enemy's archery troops was very rapid, and Li Hong and his cavalry had no resistance, and they fought with a roar of death, desperately driving their horses in pursuit, and slashing and slashing wantonly.

Yan Rou's troops were fiercely blocked by the enemy. The siege reserves of the Xianbei people were full of physical strength, and their fighting style of fighting for their lives gradually slowed down the speed of the Han army's iron cavalry. Speed is the soul of the cavalry troops, and without speed, the cavalry will only be beaten on the battlefield. At this moment, Zhao Wen's follow-up troops came in. In an instant, the Han army was like a flood that broke the embankment, and there was no longer any fetters, and it poured down with the momentum of destruction and decay. The enemy soldiers who blocked the attack were immediately swept away by the surging iron horsemen, and in the blink of an eye, they were overwhelmed by the rolling torrent.

When the horn of retreat sounded, the Xianbei soldiers who had been withdrawn from the siege battlefield in the early stage dragged their tired bodies to the right flank of the army as quickly as possible. They hope to use the resistance of the right-wing forces to gain time and opportunity for a safe exit. However, it was too late. The bearded iron riders swept in like a storm, and they unleashed a merciless and bloody slaughter in the face of a defenseless enemy who was screaming and desperately fleeing.

The soldiers of the Horseman tribe below the castle were demoralized. After a terrible battle and a heavy price, they were about to take the city gates, but they fell short. They had to retreat as ordered.

On the battlefield below the city gate, only a dozen or so remaining Han soldiers shouted, and the people with great morale, inspired by the thunderous rumbling drums on the city tower, launched a fierce attack on the stubborn enemy. They broke through the obstacle of the enemy's stubborn defense, and a few, or even a dozen people, besieged a Xianbei soldier. The Xianbei soldiers had completely lost their fighting spirit, and they looked at the surging crowd in horror and fled. The crowd rushed out of the city through the cave in the city gate that was still burning.

They stopped, and they saw an exciting scene. They wept like rain and wept with joy.

Li Hong's troops had all been deployed, and under the command of a loud bull horn, the soldiers' morale was like a rainbow, roaring and roaring, like a round war knife, whistling, and slashing down with a thunderous momentum. The Xianbei army that was stabbed howled miserably, crying, liver and gall were broken, wolves rushed to the pigs, and there was no strength to fight.

Murong Ji looked helplessly at the soldiers who were being withdrawn from the city wall, and his heart felt as if a piece of meat had been cut off, and he was in pain. There was no time left for them to safely retreat back to the camp. The defensive formation of the army has been broken, and the whole army is in the process of being routed. Enemy reinforcements have rained down from the sky like ghosts, and their iron horsemen have swarmed in, and all life on the battlefield will be swept away by them. The defeat is done, and there is no possibility of saving.

Murong Feng thought of Xiong Ba. As long as Xiong Ba broke away from the Dongcheng battlefield and rushed to the rescue as soon as possible, the troops would be able to get out of danger and minimize losses.

At this moment, he suddenly completely understood Xiong Ba's state of mind that he had failed in Lulongsai that day. Victory is within reach, but like the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror, it is ethereal and unattainable.

Murong invaded Pegasus and shouted, "Let's go quickly, it's too late." ”

Murong Ji glared at him angrily, and shouted loudly: "There are still thousands of soldiers retreating above and below the city wall, how can they ignore it." ”

"We are about to lose all our archers, and without their cover, our retreat will be very dangerous, with a high probability of being attacked by the enemy, and at that point, you won't be able to walk if you want to. Quickly order the troops on the right flank to leave the battlefield and retreat sharply. Murong Zhan saw that Murong Ji was a little angry, and his command was abnormal, so he hurriedly reminded him.

Murong Ji was shocked when he heard this, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out all over his body. He saw that the battle flags of the Coyote Tribe and the Sky Blue Tribe were slowly moving towards the Chinese army, and he immediately felt that he had made a wrong judgment about the situation on the entire battlefield.

Now that the enemy's reinforcements have been deployed, it can be clearly seen that the enemy's main offensive direction is his own archery troops and siege reserves. On the contrary, they did not invest the main force in their weakest rear army, and there was the best direction for their own retreat. The enemy's reinforcements attacked from their own flanks, they charged in a straight line from east to west, and there was simply no way to suddenly turn to attack in a north-south direction. But the direction of his own withdrawal is north-south. As long as you move fast enough, you can avoid the enemy's thunderous blow and withdraw as many men as possible.

For a time, the horn of the order to retreat of the right flank troops and rear troops sounded throughout the battlefield.

Umeng and Weiran quickly disappeared into the darkness with incredible speed. The Xianbei soldiers of the rear army were divided under the pursuit of the iron cavalry led by Hu Zi, and each of them was scattered, but the Han soldiers who were arranged in a dense charging formation were at a loss, and they did not know whether to disperse the queue and chase at will or keep the queue moving rapidly. Beard chose the latter. It is a mistake to lose the speed of the iron cavalry in order to kill and wound the enemy's soldiers.

When Li Hong heard the sound of the enemy's horn, he immediately shouted loudly: "Accelerate, accelerate with all your strength......"

The roaring sound of the horn was like thunder on the battlefield where the horse's hooves roared, and suddenly exploded in the dark night sky, shaking every soldier on the battlefield.

"Kill ......"

With the roar and roar of the earth shaking the mountains, the soldiers' most primitive killing hearts were finally ignited. They frantically drove their horses down and struck the enemy with even greater fearlessness.

Yan Rou's forces once again encountered tremendous resistance. Murong Ji's main force, under the command of the little marshal Murong Lin, swore to block the attack.

In front of the Xianbei army is the Chinese army, the huge golden eagle battle flag flutters high in the night sky, it seems to tell all the soldiers who are fighting bloodily that the banner has not fallen, the battle situation is still persistent, and the commander is still commanding.

Murong Zhan looked at the Han army that was getting closer and closer, and suddenly saw a huge red battle flag, a black panther with teeth and claws in the middle of the battle flag, and the word "Fengyun" on the left and right.

He shouted nervously: "Leopard, it's the leopard's troops." Withdraw, withdraw. ”

Murong Ji was immediately coerced by the guards, and together with Murong Zhan, he hurriedly beat his horse and fled.

Yan Rou's big knife slammed into Murong Lin's mace. Murong Lin screamed miserably, his mouth cracked, and the mace flew out of his hand. Before he could stand firm, a spear pierced him and threw him far behind the Han army's iron cavalry. Then he was trampled into a pulp of flesh by countless horses' hooves.

"Cut it down......" Yan Rou roared, brandishing his broadsword, and shouted hoarsely, "Cut down the enemy's battle flag, cut down the ......." ”

A soldier rose up at this sound and stabbed his horse in the hind buttocks. The war horse was in pain, and he hissed and flew high, jumped high, and collided with the banner of the Xianbei people. The enemy guarding the battle banner was not afraid of life and death, each with his weapon raised, and almost simultaneously aimed at the horse in the air and the knight on the horse.

There was a loud "boom", and the flagpole was hit by the body of the flying war horse, and it was immediately broken at the waist. The huge Golden Eagle Battle Flag immediately fell to the ground along with the half-cut flagpole.

On the huge body of the war horse, more than a dozen war knives were inserted in front of and back, and it also killed several enemy soldiers with inertia before dying. The knight on the horse had several long arrows in his body, and he had already fallen and died.

The Xianbei soldiers suddenly lost the last support in their hearts, and their stubborn will to fight finally collapsed with the chaotic and indiscernible sound of horns.

The battlefield seemed to stop for a moment, and then a terrifying roar broke out that resounded through the night, and the Xianbei soldiers began a desperate and chaotic escape.

The war drums of the entire Yuyang City were almost all beating, and the huge sound was earth-shattering, and the war horses galloped on the battlefield, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

Dawn suddenly opened the dark curtain.

One by one, the Xianbei soldiers panicked and fled on the plain for several miles.

Murong Feng finally grabbed a batch of war horses with the help of the soldiers, and escaped from the road. Xian Yufu and his iron cavalry blew like a whirlwind, colliding and slashing, and a dozen enemies were immediately reimbursed. Xian Yufu's iron halberd mercilessly swept away Murong Feng's sword and stabbed him into his chest. Murong Feng howled miserably, and was picked up by Xian Yufu's halberd. A cavalryman flew by, his sword flew up, and his head was chopped off with a single slash.

Yu Wentong was tied to a horse and led by his men to flee eastward in a hurry. Hu Zi and the soldiers chased after him, shooting arrows and swords, and killed several of Yuwentong's guards in succession. Beard swung the broadsword with all his strength, and the broadsword fell with a roar of Yuwentong's desperate roar, hacking to death along with the men and horses.

In the cold and solemn dawn, Li Hong's iron cavalry slaughtered all over the battlefield, and they chased down the direction of the enemy's escape like wild horses with bloody terror.

On the plain outside Yuyang City, under the leadership of the blood-red Fengyun battle flag, the Great Han Iron Cavalry swept towards the fleeing enemy like a stormy wave.

Suddenly, a long, desolate bull's horn sounded on the left side of the Han army.

Li Hong, who was shouting wildly, shook in his heart, and he roared almost without thinking: "Array, re-array......"