All Guan Jing's soldiers advanced to attack, while Cao's army retreated into the camp.

All the soldiers stepped forward. They kicked the corpses at their feet and looked left and right to see if there were any enemy soldiers pretending to be dead on the ground.

They saw dead bodies everywhere on the ground. The enemy soldier on the left had an arrow stuck in his right arm. The soldier on the right had lost an arm. Another soldier had lost a leg. Some soldiers even had blood coming from the corners of their mouths.

.And all these Wancheng soldiers wiped the sweat from their foreheads with their sleeves and looked up at the depressing weather. These poor Cao soldiers all dumped their bodies in

After arriving here, those beauties were still like those in a spring boudoir dream. Those soldiers may have been thinking at the moment they fell: "I wonder if the moonlight that his wives and concubines saw on the other side of the night was also like this.

Bright?" Guan Jing waved the spear in his hand, as if he was painting with blood. The head that never lowered under the armor was the hope of all generals, like a flag.

That flag is the hope of all soldiers.

As the fire in Zhu Ling's camp became smaller and smaller, the shouts became louder and louder. These shouts of killing were also the neighing sounds of war horses.

Fan Zhao was hiding alone in the tent of his camp. The captain next to him said to Fan Zhao.

"General, the battle in General Zhu Ling's camp should be over. It seems they are going to reinforce us."

Fan Zhao shook his head and sighed: "No, this is definitely not our war horse. Most of our troops are war horses from the Central Plains. Although Marty is crisp, its neighing is not so high-pitched. Only the war horses from Xiliang and Youzhou can make such a high-pitched neighing sound.

Then most of the cavalry led by Zhao Yun are Youzhou cavalry, I think they are Zhao Yun's reinforcement cavalry."

All the soldiers began to fall into an inexplicable fear. Some soldiers looked at the sky, some looked at the roof of the tent, helpless and sighed, and some soldiers even shed tears...

The whole army immediately fell into a nameless cry of sorrow.

Fan Zhao sternly scolded: "Why are you crying? Manly man, why are you crying?"

"General, are we going to die here?"

"Soldiers, if we wait here, we will die. If we rush out, we may have a chance to survive and return to Xuchang, our hometown, and our relatives..."

Fan Zhao spoke louder and louder, becoming more and more impassioned.

"Fight out of here and go back to Xuchang."

After saying that, all the soldiers began to rush towards the gate of Dazhai.

The infantry, cavalry, heavy baggage troops, logistics troops and even the food and grass troops in Cao's army charged forward one after another. At that moment, rows of feather arrows were fired one after another, and the soldiers charging at the front began to fire one after another.

Falling down, some people fell down without even spitting out blood, and some people spurted out blood like spring water with their mouths full...

Even these batches of brave warriors who risked their lives and risked their lives in the charge. At the last moment when they fell, they also threw the spears and swords in their hands in the direction of the bows and crossbows.

After about two thousand soldiers fell, Cao Jun rushed to the stronghold and fought with the soldiers led by Guan Jing.

A bloody and fierce battle broke out in an instant. It was accidental and inevitable!

In an instant, the sound of killing was loud. Countless swords and spears clashed and flew towards the armies of both sides. The poor soldiers who were waiting for the battle had no time to parry, and were chopped and smashed by countless swords and spears.

Killed to pieces

Those soldiers who were lucky enough to escape swords and spears were swarmed by the remaining opponents and chopped into pieces by countless short blades. The remaining soldiers on both sides also pulled out their weapons one after another, and

The enemies fought together.

General Fan Zhao was riding on his horse. He was wearing white armor and a red robe. He was invincible among the rebellious army and seemed to have the courage that no one could match.

The Youzhou soldiers beside him fell off their horses one after another and were defeated.

At the same time, the Cao army led by Fan Zhao behind him was also one against ten, and they rushed away the bucket-shaped battle formation formed by Guan Jing's army.
Chapter completed!