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Lu Zhi was very satisfied with Zhao Xing's formation of 80,000 troops outside Wohu City to "welcome" him. This was like two masters of the same level. Although they knew they were fighting with their lives, they had to give their opponents equal respect to them in order to show their grace.

Since the swords and guns have been polished and the war horses are neighing, and the "spectators" of Jin State in the distance are even more enthusiastic, let's have a dignified battle!

Lu Zhi, who was in the central army, said to his deputy commander and his old partner, who had been around for many years: "This northern expedition has also implicated you. A moment later, the two armies will confront you. In this battle, I personally became the vanguard. Once I was defeated and died, you don't have to follow me. The remaining soldiers surrendered on the spot. Zhao Guochang never killed prisoners, and this time he will treat you and the children of Luoyang well."

After hearing Lu Zhi's words, the clan burst into tears, but he did not express his objection, because he knew that this was the last words left by the Grand Tutor of Master Yi Shi Yi's father. Although the clan looked like he died on the battlefield with Lu Zhi, he still needed to consider the defeated brothers.

In the Jin Central Army camp, which was far away, the atmosphere at this time was obviously not as depressing and dull as Lu Zhi's army. The commander Xu Huang was talking to his nephew Zhao Zhenbang.

While other generals were busy dispatching, Xu Huang whispered to Zhao Zhenbang: "When the army charges later, stay behind me honestly, and you will not be alone!"

Zhao Zhenbang replied with a smile: "Second uncle, you don't count this matter! We are the commander of the first army now. If you give me an order, I will definitely implement it firmly, but what you said in private is not allowed to listen to military orders!"

Xu Huang glared at Zhao Zhenbang fiercely and scolded, "Hmph, I knew you, a fool, would say that! If you don't want to see your second uncle get hurt to save you, then stay behind me obediently. If you dare to rush in front of me, don't blame me for going back and complaining to your mother!"

Zhao Zhenbang was shocked by Xu Huang's fright. He pulled down the steel armor covering his face with his hand and said in a muffled voice: "Okay, I'll stay behind Uncle II. But Uncle II, you have to be more at ease. Don't be me here to save you!" After saying this, Zhao Zhenbang ran towards the position where the Liaodong Army was.

The three drums on the Lu Zhijun side rang out, and a burst of cannons from the Jin defenders on the top of the city passed by. The soldiers of the two armies lined up neatly and walked towards the center of the battlefield with firm steps. The scene looked really exciting and nervous.

Many of the middle-level generals of the Liaodong Army led by Zhao Zhenbang were classmates from the junior class he kidnapped from Wohu City, and many of these classmates' fathers and brothers served in the Wohu Army. Now, two generations of father and son are fighting on the same field, which is really heroic and full of fighting spirit.

Not far away, the people in the city who were venturing out of the city to cheer for the Jin army were many of them, including the parents, brothers, children and nephews of the soldiers on the field. They shouted their children or fathers' names loudly, as if they wanted to transmit their strength to the soldiers on the field.

As the saying goes: Brothers fighting tigers, father and son soldiers are in battle. With this invisible power support and encouragement, the Crouching Tiger Army, which had already had amazing combat power, burst out with murderous auras that had never been seen before. The Liaodong Army and Dingyuan Army who came from afar seemed to be infected by the strong atmosphere on the field, and thrived with infinite fighting spirit and spirit.

The soldiers of Jin State were full of energy before the battle, but the soldiers of the imperial court were shrouded in a dull and faint sorrow. As one went up and down, the two armies finally collided fiercely, and the vast battlefield became a Shura field that devoured life and blood in the next moment.

"My boys, follow me! Drive the imperial army into the Yellow River to feed the fish!" This was the general of Jin State loudly encouraging his soldiers to fight the enemy bravely. The next moment, the unknown general was pierced by a sharp spear flying over and fell slowly.

"Soldiers, kill with me! Zhao Guochang defeated the rebels in front of him in the city not far away. We can capture Zhao Guochang alive and make unparalleled contributions!" A general in the court army was inspiring the soldiers to charge forward. The next moment, the general was cut down by a mighty general holding a double axe and revealed.

"Brothers from the Northeast saw the Wohu City today. Do you think I was so majestic when I told you?! Today, as long as I kill all the dog legs of the imperial court, I will take you to the city to drink the strongest long river song!" A general wearing a tiger helmet and holding a bully gun shouted loudly on his horse.

"Brothers from the vast grasslands, the opportunity to repay the King of Pingxi is here. What are we waiting for! Let's follow me to drill through the enemy's formation and capture the enemy's central generals alive!" Hu Che'er's voice sounded on the battlefield, arousing the enthusiasm of 20,000 soldiers composed of Huang Xuan, Yan Sheng and Yao Xingqing and strong.

On this huge battlefield, both sides of the war seemed to have forgotten to use large-scale lethal firearms, and fight and fight with the cold weapons in their hands. Until the blood in their bodies was gone, the soldiers on both sides would not be willing to close their eyes unwillingly.

The heavy infantry of the Crouching Tiger Army once again played a role far beyond ordinary people's imagination in this battle. They were like a torrent of steel, always standing on the front line of fighting between the two sides, firmly restraining the impact initiated by the imperial army.

The 20,000 cavalry of the Dingyuan Army finally tore a deep scar on the flanks of the imperial army, and then penetrated them hard, disrupting the formation of the imperial army.

The tall Liaodong soldiers were unwilling to let the Chouhu Army take the lead. They tirelessly pulled their bows and arrows, threw short spears and flying axes, and kept killing the imperial soldiers who were pushed in front of the Chouhu Army.

After the two armies were in stalemate for less than half an hour, the imperial army finally showed signs of collapse. It was like a flood-stained embankment. After the first dam collapse appeared, the collapse and disintegration of the entire line followed.

The soldiers of the court were forced to retreat continuously, while the army of Jin continued to attack. When the deputy general manager saw that the flag next to Lu Zhi was finally removed from the battlefield by the army of Jin, he gave an order in tears: "Ming Jin to withdraw the troops and send an envoy to ask the army of Jin to surrender!"

A famous general Lu Zhi finally realized his lifelong creed and fell on the battlefield to fight against Zhao Xing. The 100,000 imperial army from Luoyang went north to suffer more than 10,000 casualties under Jiguan and more than 30,000 casualties outside Wohu City, and finally ended in failure.

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