The Yan army was like a tiger and wolf army, moving in a hurry. It was dawn. The soldiers reached the swamp that was less than a hundred miles from Xiangping. Gao Song, the Guannu tribe of Goguryeo, had dug trenches and temporarily built a temporary blockade of horse resistance, trapped pits, etc.

Gao Song looked at the Yan army that was coming out without fear on his face: "Gongsun Xiu, do you dare to come out and get to die?"

Gongsun Xiu, sitting in the carriage, smiled and poked his head out, saying, "Just because you want a lonely life? I'm afraid it's too difficult?"

Gao Song smiled and said, "You can die."

He couldn't stand others being so arrogant, so he said softly to Yang Zuo: "Cut his head and come back to see me."

Yang Zuo took the order, rode his horse forward, and led five hundred elite school knife hands to rush into the formation. When Gao Song saw him rushing to the formation, he immediately ordered Guan Nu soldiers to shoot arrows. The arrows fell like rain in an instant. The five hundred school knife hands of Yan Army not only had to guard against the trap, but also avoided the feather arrows that were shot down.

All he led were elites and easily avoided the trap. Yang Zuo even slashed out with a long sword, turning hundreds of pounds of horses into several sections, and used the long sword to fly aside, destroying the trap.

Seeing that Yang Zuo was so brave, Gao Song immediately slapped his horse and hit the big hammer in his hand. Yang Zuo dodged and avoided it. The hammer hit his mount, and the horse's muscles and bones broke and fell to death on the spot.

Yang Zuo rolled on the ground, avoiding the trampling of the rioters. Gao Song rushed forward with his horse. He poked his body to the right, and the iron hammer rushed towards the ground, preparing to smash the enemy's head with one blow.

"Good boy!"

Seeing that the killing move was fierce, Yang Zuo immediately stood up and held the sword in his hand tightly.

Gao Songren was on the horse's back and took advantage of the descent, and swung an iron hammer at Yang Zuo.

The two of them passed by, and their movements were so fast that they were overwhelming.

Only a loud "clang" sound was heard, Gao Song's big hammer fell to the ground, and there was an arm that was broken with his wrist on the handle.

Yang Zuo rolled out like a top, with blood stains on the end of the long sword.

Gao Song let out a miserable groan, his right arm was broken with his wrist, and he was bleeding. In order to prevent excessive blood loss, he used a sweat towel to tighten the broken arm's arms with his hands and mouth. His face was extremely pale and he said in a trembling voice: "You - you are really despicable..."

The two of them fought with each other in a flash, as if they were extremely fast. Yang Zuo had adjusted his angle, aimed the knife at his right wrist and squatted down. Gao Songman wanted to smash the opponent with a hammer, but unexpectedly he hit the knife and cut off his right arm alive.

Yang Zuoping raised his long sword and sneered: "Are you crazy? Come here, you have more than one hand, you will be cutting your other hand again."

Gao Song had no intention of fighting again and rode his horse to flee. Yang Zuo picked up his long sword, snatched the horse from his personal soldiers beside him, and quickly caught up with him. The morale of the Yan army was greatly boosted and he kept killing all the way.

The two chased and fled, always a dozen feet away. Gao Song'er heard the sound of killing behind him and was shocked to death.

Yang Zuo laughed loudly: "Hao Song, are you all as timid and afraid as you are?"

He threw a long sword in his hand and flew more than ten feet straight and his strength was still strong, stabbing Gao Song on the back.

Gao Song felt a sudden severe pain from his back to his chest. He looked down and the tip of a half-foot-long knife poked out of his chest. The next moment, he fell from the horse's back with dizziness.

Yang Zuo rode his horse past, reached out his hand slightly to the right, holding the hilt of the knife, picked Gao Song's body in the air, and shouted: "Your soldiers from Goguryeo, your commander is dead, and no one who surrenders will be killed!"

The remaining Goguryeo soldiers fled everywhere, and Bei Yan led his army to chase them, forming a huge encirclement, trapping the remaining thousands of Goguryeo soldiers.

Gongsun Xiu walked out of the carriage, looking at the trembling, confused, tough and hesitant Goguryeo remnants, and said lightly: "Don't kill me if I disarm. I will only give you three time to consider. Those who are not convinced will be killed."

"three."

"two--"

Yang Zuo had already raised his long sword with the flow, preparing to wait for the word "一" of the King of Yan to blurt out, and then ordered thousands of school knives to slaughter the remaining soldiers present.

On the spot, a Goguryeo soldier dropped his heavy halberd and made a heavy "defying" sound.

The loud noise shattered all the fighting spirit and courage of the Goguryeo soldiers present. The bows, crossbows, horse spears and flags were thrown in front of them, and they knelt on the ground and surrendered with both hands.

Gongsun Xiu looked at the five thousand surrendered soldiers in front of him with satisfaction, nodded and said, "It's great, get on the shackles first, and confiscate all the weapons. One thousand swordsmen stayed at the school to come down to take care of them, and the remaining troops will rescue Xiangping with the orphan."

The surrendered soldiers lost their fighting spirit and accepted the binding calmly. The Yan army tied the hands and feet of the five thousand men and sat in a pile.

Yang Zuo ordered people to distribute dry food and clear water, leaving behind a thousand people to guard the surrendered soldiers, and then the army continued to set off north.

Gongsun Xiu looked at Gao Song after beheading, put his bloody head in the box, feeling a little disgusted, and covered the lid of the box and said to his personal soldiers: "Hang it next to the flag, just use it as a sacrifice flag, don't show it to the orphans."

The personal soldiers took the order and said yes, so they hurriedly carried the wooden box out.

Jia Fan was a little funny: "The King of Yan is also quite afraid of the dead?"

"A warrior is an ominous person, and the saint has to use it." He was so disgusting that he couldn't even eat it. He shook his head and said, "Maybe he hasn't adapted yet, it will take some time."

Jia Fan was stunned and thought to himself that King Yan had been fighting for many years, so why would he still be afraid of blood? He didn't know that the King Yan in front of him had been in this era for less than a year. As a modern person, he watched the living people beheading in various styles every day, which was more frequent than killing chickens and fish in the restaurant kitchen, and his mental pressure was extremely high.

Soon, the Yan army was divided into eight teams, each team formed a formation of 2,500 people, equipped with 300 Potian Shishi, 500 archers, 500 cavalry, and 500 halberd infantry. In order to prevent carrying Potian Shishi, they were directly set up on the carriage for consignment.

Gongsun Xiu got off the carriage, and his personal soldiers brought his white horse, rode his horse on the back, and rode his horse to the front of the army.

When Yang Zuo and Bei Yan saw Gongsun Xiu running to the two armies, he couldn't help but feel frightened. He quickly reached out to stop him. Yang Zuo advised: "Your Majesty, you are the master of ten thousand chariots and a body of a thousand gold, how can you come to the two armies?"

Gongsun Xiu waved his hand, "It's okay, it's not a problem. I want to see with my own eyes the disastrous defeat of King Dongchuan."

At this time, the Eighth Route Army had looked down from eight directions from high to low, and they could see that the King of Dongchuan had been waiting in line. The black flag was Goguryeo and the blue flag was the Xianbei people, and they formed a huge formation.

Yang Zuo pointed to the distance and explained the situation, saying, "The king, the right wing in front is the King of Dongchuan, and the left wing is Mohuba."

Gongsun Xiu observed carefully and said with a smile: "What do General Yang thinks about the offensive and defensive momentum?"

"The preservation is rigorous, and the virtual and the real are intertwined."

Yang Zuo deliberately lags behind him by a horse's head and said respectfully: "What the joining army said is right. Eight teams are sent to siege. Although each team is weak in power, the enemy will respond to it. If our army can quickly defeat the other party, they can instantly become frightened birds and fight for themselves."

Gongsun Xiushen nodded with approval. There were four people under the tent, including Lunzhi, Jia Fan, Yang Zuo and Bei Yan, which was enough to manage Liaodong. He immediately issued an order: "You lead three teams to attack the left wing, and Bei Yan lead three teams to attack the right wing, and I ordered the second team to directly reach the center of the formation and launch together, and you will surely win."
Chapter completed!