The letter king Zhao Zhen, General Shan Hongfei, and Hua Zhonglong are all peerless generals. The three of them serve as arrows. The four thousand Shimen army and more than two thousand nominal brave troops are like three sharp swords. Insert the rear army of the British propaganda army.
"Kill!" Hua Zhonglong is full of energy. Obviously, the previous battle with Wang Dan didn't make him addicted to killing. On the contrary, it made him have nowhere to vent his fighting spirit. In the end, he could only vent to the British Xuan troops in front of him. Up. With a slash, three Xiliang soldiers were chopped to the ground immediately. With the impact of the dragon mounts in the flower, this fight became sexual, and he simply left the soldiers behind and killed himself into the British Xuan army. among.
When Xin Wang Zhao Zhen and General Shan Hongfei saw each other, they all smiled at each other. Hua Zhonglong was so bold and unrestrained, and the two of them no longer kept their hands, and they began to face the British Xuan army with anger. massacre.
The soldiers of the British Xuan Army finally discovered the three killers who appeared behind them, but the soldiers of the British Xuan Army were also notoriously fierce. They only froze for a while, and immediately turned around and killed the three kings of faith, Zhao Zhen. , Even if it is dead, he must rush forward and cut a knife. However, their efforts were obviously in vain. Faced with such masters as Xin Wang Zhao Zhen, General Shan Hongfei and Hua Zhonglong, ordinary soldiers like them could not hurt Xin Wang Zhao Zhen at all. And because of the assistance of Wang Zhaozhen and the others, the British Propaganda Army was unable to concentrate its forces on the front, and the encirclement of the Shimen Army was getting smaller and smaller, gradually compressing the British Propaganda Army's formation into a circle with a radius of a hundred steps.
As for the commander-in-chief of the British Propaganda Army, Wang Dan, who had already broken his arm, was still struggling to support Ding Xi's fierce attack. If it wasn't for Ding Xi who wanted to catch alive, I'm afraid that Wang Dan would have died tragically by Ding Xi's gun.
But even so, Wang Dan’s condition is not much better now. No matter on the face, chest, thighs, and the remaining arm, there are bloodstains everywhere. These are all from Bai Dingxi. Give. As for the wound of the broken arm, the cloth strip that Wang Dan hadtily bandaged had already been soaked with blood, and it was dripping with blood. At this moment, Wang Dan's face was already a little pale, and his excessive blood loss made his mind a little fuzzy. Had it not been for his amazing willpower, he would have fallen down a long time ago.
It's just that the enemy in front of Wang Dan is not a soft-hearted person. Ding Xi's eyes exuded cold light, and he stared at Wang Dan closely. He raised the spear again and stabbed him towards Wang Dan. Wang Dan panted heavily, facing the spear that was stabbed again, he raised the sword with difficulty and tried his last bit of strength to block Ding Xi's shot. However, Ding Xi had clearly seen Wang Dan's details. At the moment when the spear and the broadsword collided, Ding Xi shouted angrily: "Let me go."
I saw that the big knife in Wang Dan's hand was directly fired by the spear. Wang Dan's body was already overloaded. After taking this trick, he could no longer hold the big knife. The long spear drove straight in without any hindrance, and landed directly on Wang Dan's throat, but didn't go any further. Ding Xi stared at Wang Dan and coldly shouted: "Surrender. Forgive you for not dying!"
Being restrained by the enemy, Wang Dan’s face was already dark, but when he heard Ding Xi’s words, he actually grinned, staring at the big and the small eyes, and shouted: "I, Wang Dan, accepted the British Great general. From a small ranger to now a general. I am ashamed that there is no way to repay the British general’s kindness. Now I am defeated by you and waiting for me. I have nothing to say, but I want me to betray the British university. General? Dreaming." When the last two words were uttered, Wang Dan swooped forward, and he heard a flutter. The head of the gun had a blood stain and it passed directly through Wang Dan's throat.
Looking at Wang Dan's body, whose whole body had been hung on his spear, Ding Xi's eyes flashed with admiration, and he nodded and shouted: "It's also a man." After all, Ding Xi took the spear directly from Wang Dan. The throat was pulled out, and Wang Dan's body was allowed to fall to the ground, but he raised his head and glanced at the center of the battlefield. I saw that the three people of Xin Wang and Zhao Zhen had already surrounded the British Propaganda Corps with a large army, and the British Propaganda Army's There were only less than a thousand people left, and although the final resistance was still being made, the victory of the Shimen Army was a matter of time.
Immediately, Ding Xi just mentioned the spear, turned his horse's head, and shouted at the Shimen army soldiers on the left and right: "Leave a thousand people stuck here, and the others, let me tackle the problem." After that, Ding Xi simply said. Paima rushed towards Anxiang. Now that the British Propaganda Army has been besieged outside the city, Anxiang is an empty city for the Shimen Army. If this matter is not going to go, when will we wait
"Ah! What a mess, the enemy is here." At Shun, the soldiers of the British Propaganda Army who had been paying attention to the war outside the town saw the enemy general who had just killed Wang Dan and turned around and killed them all. She showed fear and almost didn't jump up. A soldier hurriedly ran to Yunshanli, the only general who was closed, and asked in a panic: "General Yun. What should I do? Do you want to close the city gate?" In response to the British propaganda army, he retreated into the city. However, the gate of Anxiang was always open, and the sudden change that occurred after that caused the soldiers in the city to panic. The gate of Anxiang is still open.
"Close the city gate?" Yunshan, who was already full of despair at the moment, gave a wry smile, looked at the enemy army rushing here, shook his head helplessly, and said: "What about closing the gate of the stockade? With just a few hundred of us, can we stop the attack from the other party? Let's go, let's all go. Go back to Fengyang, Fengzhou, and let the general British know the information here."
Yunshanli finally gave the order to retreat. Those soldiers naturally had no opinion after listening. Now things cannot be done, retreating is the best choice, and they can also inform the British propaganda about the military situation here. But when they saw Yunshan still standing there motionless, they didn't mean to leave at all, they couldn't help being stunned. A soldier quickly asked: "General Yun, go quickly. If you don't leave, it will be too late."
Hearing the urging of his soldiers, Yunshanli shook his head and said helplessly: "You go. I want to stay. When the British general handed Anxiang to us to guard, we could not hold it. Now I think The mountain has no face to return to Fengyang, Fengzhou, to meet the British general. I can only die by myself." In the end, Yunshan hummed through gritted teeth.
Of course, the reason for Yunshan’s refusal to leave was not so high-sounding. He was also afraid of death, but he knew that if he followed these soldiers back to Fengyang, Fengzhou, there would definitely be no way to survive. Abandoning Anxiang, Yunshan will definitely be slaughtered by the angry and violent Ying Xuan. If you stay here, you might be able to die happily, and through the words of these soldiers, let Yingxuan know that he was so loyal in the end, saying that he might not be able to keep his family.
Hearing what Yunshan said, those soldiers naturally stopped saying more. They fisted at Yunshan, then turned around and ran off the other side of the checkpoint. But Yunshanli smiled bitterly and watched the enemy army approaching outside the town, and jumped straight forward, which was a good time.
Outside of the city, those British propaganda soldiers are already inevitable to escape the fate of defeat, but what made Xin Wang Zhao Zhen and others sighed is that even at the last minute of the battle, none of these British proponents dropped their weapons and surrendered and persisted. in the end. In the last battle, all the five thousand British Xuan troops were annihilated, and the Shimen Army also paid the loss of nearly two thousand people, which made Xin Wang Zhao Zhen and others distressed. After personally beheading the last Anglo-Propaganda soldier, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen turned his head and looked at An Xiang, but grinned. I saw that Ding Xi had already attacked the deserted Anxiang and directly planted the flag of the Shimen army on it. Anxiang was taken by him.
"Useless things." With an angry shout, Ying Xuan grabbed a wine bottle from his side in his hall and threw it directly towards the few ragged soldiers who were kneeling in front. The soldiers didn't even dare to hide. They bit their heads and waited for the bottle to hit one of the soldiers in the head, even if they were full of blood, they didn't dare to move.
In the chamber, the atmosphere seemed very depressing. Among the generals sitting under Ying Xuan, none of them dared to speak, and only Ying Xuan's heavy breathing remained in the whole hall. These soldiers were all broken soldiers who escaped from Anxiang. The hundreds of soldiers who withdrew from Anxiang that day were later chased and killed by Ding Xi all the way, and only so many were left dead. They were wounded one by one. After fleeing to Fengyang, Fengzhou, they didn't rest a single breath, so they ran directly to Yingxuan to report the letter. It's a pity that they came to Yingxuan so desperately, and it was not Yingxuan's reward to greet them, but severe punishment.
Yingxuan stared at the soldiers who were kneeling down with a pair of crimson eyes. Obviously, the anger had not disappeared, and he just slapped the table and shouted: "Come here. Drag all these wastes down for me." They were all chopped off for me. Useless things. After a defeat, I dared to run back and show my eyes? It’s simply a loss of our British propaganda army’s face."