Zhang Guifang received the order to withdraw from the Generalissimo's Mansion, which was tantamount to resisting, but he was helpless, he did not have the confidence to resist the military order.

The three armies set up camp and retreated slowly, and the reason why they retreated slowly was because they had illusions about Wen Taishi.

In the end, he was unwilling, marching thousands of miles to the west, being a tiger and a snake, losing troops and losing generals, and returning defeated.

Not only him, but also the generals were also resistant.

As soon as they delayed, the vanguard of Xiqi arrived, 30,000 horsemen, and now they couldn't go if they wanted to.

Can a cavalry run, and a foot soldier can run over a four-legged horse?

"What to do?

Fei Zhong was anxious to turn around, scared to death, he was followed by a cart of wine, cattle and sheep, defeated the battle, these rewards were not rewarded, and he was ready to bring back the song to Jiaojiao!

Zhang Guifang held the saber on his waist and slowly closed his eyes, he made another mistake, a fatal mistake, delaying the military plane, he seemed to have seen the scene of 40,000 soldiers being wiped out because of his thoughts!

"No!"

Zhang Guifang opened his eyes suddenly, his face was distorted, and he couldn't accept it.

"Someone!"

"In!"

"Order, the front army will turn to the rear army, and the cavalry will circle back from both sides, and stand in front of the army to wait for the enemy!"

"Yes!"

"It's ...... What is this for?" Fei Zhong asked in a trembling voice, with his cleverness, he had already guessed, and he was even more afraid if he guessed.

Zhang Guifang coldly spit out four words: "Be loyal to the country!"

Fei Zhong's body was paralyzed, his eyes were dull, and the last trace of strength was withdrawn.

Zhang Guifang ignored him anymore and shouted, "Little Immortal Master." ”

Bai Jing looked up.

Zhang Guifang clenched his fists, his eyes were slightly red, and said, "Zhang Mou finally asked the little immortal master for one more thing." ”

Bai Jingmeiyu frowned slightly, "What's the matter?"

"Please, the little immortal master, take a trip to Bishui Pass as fast as possible. Zhang Guifang tore off the royal purple gold beam waist card on his waist and handed it over: "Give this waist card to Han Rong and ask him, if you really want to see death, you can't save it!"

"That's it?"

"Please, little immortal master!"

Bai Jing took the waist card, didn't speak, and walked away like a sword out of the box.

Zhang Guifang's nose was slightly sour, and he turned his horse's head to meet the enemy.

The army was silent, as if every breath taken into the stomach was heavy, perhaps because of the last few breaths, all battle-hardened veterans knew what they were going to face next.

The war clouds condensed, the flags were not unfurled, and the wind seemed to be solemn.

The earth is dull, the sound of the dull army pressing in, and the time to come is finally coming.

In the past, the confrontation between the two armies was evenly matched, and it became the overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai, the old man seemed to be countless times taller for a moment, and his opponent was countless times smaller for a moment.

"Zhang Guifang, Ben Shuai is a person who cherishes talents, let's descend!"

Is it looking down, is it pity, or is it being on top?

Maybe not, everything is Zhang Guifang's delusion, his anger.

"Hahaha......" Zhang Guifang laughed loudly, laughing as openly and rampantly as possible, "I am unfaithful, how is it different from a beast? I, Zhang Guifang, am a human being, and I just want to be a human being!"

Chonghei Tiger gritted his teeth angrily, "Zhang Guifang, you still have a hard mouth when you die!"

"Sting!"

Zhang Guifang pulled out the sword at his waist: "Fight to the death, don't retreat!"

"Thorn, stab, ......"

The generals drew their swords at their waists one after another: "Fight to the death, don't retreat!"

"Fight to the death, don't retreat!"

"Fight to the death, don't retreat!"

The three armies roared in unison, and their red eyes were like trapped beasts in a desperate situation.

This is a division that fights to the death.

The commander is the courage of the general, the courage of the soldier, the commander is not afraid of death, and the sergeant is not afraid of death.

Fei Zhong wanted to run, he left his cattle and sheep and wine and wanted to run, but he was pressed to the front of the battle by the sergeant, what about the prime minister of a country? This is not a song of the court, let alone a palace of nine rooms.

Especially at this moment, living and dying together, there can only be one voice!