Liu Hui fought and fled along the river to escape. When he arrived here, he was at the end of his strength. There were only 800 heroes left. They suddenly arrived, which had no effect on the officials and soldiers of the court. They just suddenly arrived, causing a psychological chaos for the unknown officers and soldiers.

He also saw the Zhao family army flags in the encirclement, thinking of rushing over to meet them, but the more than 800 people threw them into the crowd, like a small boat in the ocean, floating around with the waves, and overturning at any time. He had no spare energy to break into the siege. But at this time, the officers and soldiers who were following Fenghuang Ridge also arrived. The officers and soldiers, with three layers of sound and horses, were mixed together, and the long river bank was covered with corpses of both sides.

Yangling's army was divided into five groups, more than two miles apart, covering the sky and the earth. It was like Mount Tai pressing eggs from Nanjing City, heading south, with flags and flags roars and drums and roars, and murderous auras were noisy.

Yang Ling's central army was silent, but Yang Ling changed into a general's armor, a golden helmet and silver armor, a long sword across the horse, and a musket around her waist. She rushed to the front with her horse.

There were 3,000 guards on his side, but none of them dared to run to him. They didn't want to protect the servants in front of the Duke, but the Duke thought they were in trouble. He was anxious when someone in front of him, and he didn't speak, but he had to urge the horse to rush to the front. The personal soldiers were worried and rushed to him again. Yang Ling immediately raised the reins and moved forward again. He threw the rear team too far away when he saw this. Seeing this, the personal soldiers did not dare to rush back, so they had to follow the horse obediently.

Sanqian Light Cavalry, who was only wearing light breastplate, spread his wings into a geese feather formation, and the guards were escorted to Yangling and followed him. The armor was bright, the saddle was neat, and it was very majestic.

The knights in full military uniforms wore short swords on their waists, hung a battle bow slanted, and rode a shield with an ancient beast in their left hand. A blood-red long tassel painted ground gun in the right hand pointed vertically at the sky. On the three-edged gun blade made of fine steel, the blood groove seemed to be in his eyes, shining with a hideous light.

These were just a hundred steps in the interior riders around Yangling. Looking away, they were all trapped in the mist that had begun to fade. They could only see their neat military appearance and murderous aura, but they couldn't see how many people there were.

"The Duke of the Kingdom is crazy. He wants to go to the battlefield in person!" This is the consensus of the three thousand personal guards, so everyone is in a very heavy and heavy mood. Has anyone seen this Duke of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of the

Liu Dabangcui stared at the commander who was a little abnormal. He had already discussed with several closest guards. He was in the way of taking care of the consequences. Once the enemy appeared, he would immediately knock the commander out, and then all the three armies came out. When the Duke woke up, he wanted to vent his anger and let him poke the body with a spear, which would be safer.

The silent central army had only the sound of neat footsteps, and the "Hongkong" was like rhythmic drum beats, stepping on the hearts of every soldier. In front of it was a stone bridge. Half appeared in sight, and half was hidden in the vague mist. At this moment, a series of crisp horses pedaled, horses pedaled quickly, and the hooves were clearly audible on the bluestone road of the bridge deck.

With a "boom", he raised his shield, raised his gun, and picked his bow. The left and right elite cavalry took their place. Liu Dabangmai raised the stick in one fell swoop. He thought he wanted to use some force. A dark horse appeared in the fog and a white shadow appeared on the horse. When the soldiers saw that it was a man in white, they were even more nervous. There was a "squeak" sound, and the bow was like a full moon, and they pointed in front of the crossbow.

Yang Ling shook his body and used all his strength to roar: "Stop!"

Although this roar was not as powerful as Zhang Fei's roar, it scared the people around him. A soldier next to him shivered and quickly lifted his crossbow upwards, and a strong arrow shot into the mist. Liu Dabangchui was about to swing the stick. When he ordered, he closed his arms like a conditioned reflex and almost flicked himself off.

Yang Ling looked ahead calmly, tears shining brightly. Who else could that figure be if it wasn't the little goblin who killed people?

Halfway through the bridge, the man in white on the horse suddenly found a large army standing still. She was so shocked that she suddenly tied the reins, the strong horse neighed, and the man stood up, and then the horse's hooves were as big as a bowl, and stood there with a "kneel" sound.

"Don't shoot arrows in front of you. I am the girl of Nanjing guerrilla general Ma Ang, not a white-clothed bandit." Ma Lian'er was also shocked and sweated. If she was shot by thousands of arrows, it would be too unfair to die. After she finished shouting, she didn't dare to move, and stood there quietly.

Yang Ling's eyes were bent up, and he smiled, with tears in his smile, his cheeks, which had been pale, were so excited that they were as red as the morning glow. He suddenly rushed towards the bridge with a destruction of his war horse.

A horse in the fog, and the horse was dressed in white, standing pretty, with a fluttering belt, and a painting-like appearance, as clear and elegant as ice plum and snow lotus.

Liu Dabangcui held the stick and opened a pair of green bean eyes, staring blankly as the Duke rode over alone. After a while, a wisp of mist floating from the river surface surrounded the two figures on the bridge hugged each other.

Liu Dabangcui smiled foolishly, and cheers like tsunami spread through the military formation one after another, and the beauties dressed like snow, coaxing the three armies to open their faces. Their big bag was removed.

The beach on the beach was killed by both sides. The corpses were everywhere, the soil was rolled up, and the gullies were plowed, and the area was covered with blood. Zhao Pan was already dead in battle. Seeing that there was no hope of breaking through, the remaining troops in Liu Huidi harassed and destroyed them instead. They bought time for Zhao Madman. Although they were soon all cut into meat paste, they also bought some time for the Xiangma Army, and more people crossed the river.

There are still more than a thousand soldiers and horses that have not passed by. They have been compressed into a small irregular ring area by the sound horse army, and are still struggling.

Crazy Zhao held the big knife that curled the blade and found a sweaty red lady, and said in a hoarse voice: "Go quickly. Cross the river immediately and lead the troops to leave immediately, otherwise the officers and soldiers on the other side of the river will also be surrounded."

The red lady gasped with a gun and said, "What about you?"

"You go, I will leave the last time and cut off the floating bridge. Go quickly, don't get in the way here. You Yang Kuanhu are no longer capable. You can't become a man. I, Crazy Zhao, have no reason to walk ahead of women. Let's go quickly, the army can only be suppressed by you and I. Otherwise, they will disperse and be divided and annihilated by the officers and soldiers! Let's go!" The last shouted with all my strength.

The Hong Madam was forced by him for a while, and her body was already exhausted. She paused and said hurriedly: "There are not many people left, just cross the river and break through the bridge." After that, she rushed to the floating bridge.

Yangling's army arrived and stood on a hilly slope a mile and a half outside the river. Yangling stopped his horse for a moment, waved his horse whip gently, and said carelessly: "Carry our big archer over. Use a powerful crossbow to block the floating bridge on the river surface to prevent the sound of horses from crossing the river. The entire army attacked and annihilated them on the bank of the river."

Following Yangling's order, the powerful crossbow that was originally used to defend the city at the head of Nanjing was carried on the sand dunes. Four people were responsible for a large crossbow, with a total of thirty powerful crossbows aimed at the river surface.

Zhao Hao was covered in blood and bravely killed seven officers and soldiers. Their eyes were black. He had already lost his strength, but the officers and soldiers took the opportunity to cut off one of his arms. He screamed in pain and staggered back a few steps. The people around him hurriedly came up to stop the enemy. Cheng Laoshi rushed over and supported him. Zhao Crazy snatched it and said, "Uncle Cheng, help my brother cross the river, go quickly!"

Cheng Laoshi raised Zhao Hao and went straight to the floating bridge. Zhao Hao struggled and said, "No, let me down, I want to live with my elder brother." Cheng Laoshi said nothing and put him on the bridge boat. Zhao Hao turned around and suddenly saw Zhao crazy man being shot another arrow on the shoulder, and couldn't help but yell: "Brother!"

He pushed Cheng Laoshi away, turned around and pushed the shore. With a buzzing sound, a long arrow shot from a large crossbow passed through his body, and a ball of blood mist was deeply nailed to the board. Cheng Laoshi shouted: "Zhao Hao!"

He hurriedly snatched him up and wanted to carry him on his back. He heard a few "buzzing" sounds, and the powerful arrows that could pierce the city walls flew one after another. No matter who was crossing the river, they were hit by the powerful arrows and passed by, and blood flowed over the oars.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Cheng Laoshi hurriedly jumped into the river. He didn't know the nature of the water, so he jumped into the water and grabbed the hulls and slowly moved to the island. Zhao Hao was shot and turned into the stomach and was so terrible that he was so alive.

There were fewer and fewer people around Zhao Fengzi. The blocking of the big bow and crossbow cut off the life of the last group of people. He didn't know that his third brother was dead, and the corpses of the humans and horses were upside down on the bridge, and they were bright red and could no longer be distinguished.

With a swing of the sword, Zhao Fengzi turned around with the sharp arrow on his shoulder and shouted at the bridge: "Broken bridge! Broken bridge! Don't let the officers and soldiers chase him!"

"Uh!" After an arrow in his heart, Zhao Fengzi almost fell down. He staggered to the bridge. The Hongmao on the opposite island saw that he could not escape and was about to kill him. When he saw that he was not allowed to escape, he couldn't help but smiled miserably, suddenly waved his knife and chopped it off. After several slashes, the rope tied to the deep wooden stake on the shore was cut off by him. The ship rushed and floated to the side of the island where the rope was still tied.

More than a dozen powerful arrows used to block the river bank shot into the air, and shot into the water with a "puff puff puff puff" and stirred up a wave.

"Don't kill him! That person is the bandit leader Zhao Caizi. This person must be captured alive!" Yang Ling saw Zhao Sui's figure on the sand dune and hurriedly ordered. The crossbow that was originally going to aim at him moved forward slightly, but due to the water flow, the ground ship was washed away and all rushed to the side of the island and the remaining horse thieves could not leave.

"Please take care of my wife and daughter!" Zhao Fengzi didn't know that there was another sound of killing next to him from such a distance. If the Hongmao over there could hear it, she still bowed and shouted, then carried the knife and walked back step by step with difficulty. The Hongmao's eyes were filled with tears, and she turned around and ran away with gritted teeth.

The addition of Yangling's new force made the stubborn horse thieves like snow lions encounter fire. They were already exhausted. They were all weak and almost pushed down with the officers and soldiers. Where was the opponents of these tigers and wolves? Zhao Crazy was covered in bruises and was hit by an arrow in his heart and behind his back. The boss with the wound on his thigh was unknown, but he still insisted on not taking his last breath.

He stood by the river with a knife in a shaky manner, and people kept shouting in the back: "The Duke is the general, capture the madman Zhao alive! The Duke is the general, capture the madman Zhao alive!" The shouts started, and no one shot an arrow at him anymore.

Zhao Fengzi looked around and saw that he was the only living person left on the beach. His greedy eyes were staring at him, as if he was an official hat and a pile of silver piled up in the mountains. Zhao Fengzi couldn't help but laughed sadly. He didn't see Yang Ling on the sand dune in the distance. There were thousands of troops in front of him, and people were everywhere from far to near, so where could he find it?

Crazy Zhao shook for a moment, and suddenly fell to one knee and knelt on the ground, and the officers and soldiers who were about to surround him couldn't help but retreat.

Crazy Zhao gritted his teeth, held the hilt of the knife and stood up slowly, looked at the officers and soldiers coldly, then turned around, leaned on the ground with a knife, took a step forward, moved forward step by step to the riverside, and moved into the water step by step. The countless officers and soldiers on the shore were speechless, and all the fighting sounds disappeared, and all the people in the land were staring at him silently.

The water flow became deeper and harder, and he wanted to stand with his knife and walk deeper, but the turbulent river water could no longer support it with his physical strength. Suddenly, a whirlpool came. Zhao Fengzi, who had only his shoulders exposed, fell forward and disappeared in the torrent.

The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the once powerful Madman Zhao disappeared without a trace in the rolling river waves.
Chapter completed!