Unexpectedly, Zhao Jin put the square cloth used as the bag skin on the wound and let the horse blood dye the bag skin red. After the whole thing was soaked, it twisted it again. Zhao Jin walked to Zhaoziying and looked at it, but shouted, "Lu Da left the line."

Lu Da ran out quickly, Zhao Jin tied the blood-stained cloth to Lu Da's spear, and said loudly: "Lu Da, follow me with this flag, this flag is there, Zhao's name is there."

Everyone looked at the blood-red and slightly black cloth. When Lu Da took the spear, he subconsciously swung a few times, and the blood-soaked red cloth unfolded.

"This is a blood flag. Before the war, it is indeed a hero in our Xuzhou." Someone from the side exclaimed.

The skin of the bag after the blood was soaked was not neat and could only be unfolded when it was swinging, and it was hanging down when it was erected, not very good-looking. But everyone who saw this flag was solemn and felt the atmosphere before the war.

Zhao Jin didn't say anything, but just waved his hand and signaled to move forward. His expression was a little embarrassed, because this was actually Zhao Jin's mistake. He didn't expect that there would be signs and flags on the battlefield of the war. Now that he thought about it, he could only get one at the end of the day.

The big trucks were left here. According to Zhao Jin's instructions, the big truck's animals were unloaded. The big trucks were connected to each other and made a circle on the spot. The driver who drove the truck also had the arrangements. If you get the news of the defeat in front, you would immediately drive the truck back. If no one informed them before the sun sets, you would immediately drive the truck and leave and tell the people in Hejiazhuang.

Keep moving forward, you can already see the dust rising in the sky ahead, and the shouts and noises are becoming clearer and clearer. The team has also calmed down. Finally, you can see the city of Xuzhou and the waves under the city. In the rolling smoke and dust, you can see the slope connecting to the city, and the black crowds are surging.

"Dropping off the horse and moving forward?" someone asked.

Zhao Jin waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Looking at the mountain and running to death, we will have to walk on this flat ground for at least half an hour, and then walk forward."

At this time, let alone the troupe training village heroes who joined later, even the Zhaoziying team began to get in agitation. Chen Huang turned around and shouted: "Silent, the noise will kill you."

Zhao Jin smiled and looked back. Lu Da always looked indifferent when he was playing the flag, and everyone else had a sense of nervousness.

"Lu Da, are you afraid?"

"Small ones are not afraid"

"You are not afraid. We have won so many times, but we look like we have no idea what the hell is?"

"Master, there are too many thieves, so I can't kill them all."

Listening to Lu Dawu's muffled answer, Zhao Jin burst into laughter immediately. The laughter made the atmosphere in the field much more relaxed. Zhao Jin stopped laughing and pointed to the front and said, "If you kill, as long as we do it, you can kill them all."

Zhao Jin can see here, and the thieves should also see here, but the thousands of people in Zhaoziying kept moving forward, but there was no reaction there.

Chen Han said, "This group of thieves are either stupid or don't take us seriously."

After walking forward for about a stick of incense, the bandits had already reacted and could see the cavalry in the distance coming towards this side. Zhao Jin raised his arm, and the teams of Zhao's camp stopped, and those who came from behind him also stopped one after another.

"Dropping off the horse, line up, prepare for the battle," Zhao Jin shouted loudly, and the teams ahead also shouted loudly.

Except for the cavalry, all the people riding horses turned over and dismounted. The Zhao Ying team and the second and third teams quickly arranged into a small team of twenty people horizontally and vertically. The team was in front of the team, the second and third teams were on both wings, and the three teams presented the word "子" and gathered together twenty steps.

There were more than 140 people who could shoot arrows and shoot arrows when they gathered together with Zhaoziying. According to the prior arrangement, they stood close to both sides of the Zhaoziying team. The rest of the regiments followed behind, while hundreds of cavalrymen were on the right side.

The formation looks a bit strange. The Zhaoziying team is nothing to say. The nine rows in the front are covered with armor, and the upper body behind them are covered with breastplate. However, the soldiers on both sides of the left and right teams are a little calm, with a pale face, and the spears in their hands are trembling. The people behind can see clearly.

"How can you fight? I'm afraid you'll run away as soon as you fight." There was already such a discussion behind it.

Zhao Jin was arranging that, five big men holding Park Knife spears walked over quickly. They were the Le brothers who joined the road before. The man led the man clasped his fists passionately and said, "Jin Ye, Jin Ye's team is mighty, but the two teams on the left and right look at each look. Don't delay major events at that time. Five younger brothers are willing to charge forward."

Many people behind were staring at this place. If Zhao Jin agreed, they would also come forward to ask for a fight. At this time, those who automatically joined were not lacking in blood and ruthlessness. On the contrary, Zhao Jin brought the team training of the non-Zhao Jingying team, which was somewhat unable to hold on.

Zhao Jin turned around and looked at it, took everything in his eyes, and replied with a smile: "You all have the courage to fight, Zhao knows, but on such a battlefield, discipline and training are more important than personal courage, so we should follow the arrangement."

The tone was gentle but very firm. The Le brothers hesitated for a while and did not continue to persevere. They retreated in awkward manner.

The horses riding were led back by the people who were left behind, and everyone took their place. You could see more than a hundred riders running towards this side, and a large group of refugees were also divided from behind and rushed over.

"Brothers, are you afraid?" Before the partners took their positions, Zhao Jin suddenly said loudly, Chen Huang went to the second team, Ji Xiang went to the third team, Dong Bingfeng led the cavalry, and Liu Yong and Shi Manqiang followed Zhao Jin.

"In life and death, we are in the sea of ​​swords and fires, let's go to break through together," Chen Huang replied slowly. When he heard this, the others' faces turned red, and he said together: "Let's go to break through together"

Zhao Jin closed his eyes, opened it and said in a stern voice: "Then let's go together, everyone will be there."

The partners each ran to their own positions, and the entire team calmed down one after another since Zhao Jin began.

"Beat the drum" Zhao Jin put on the face armor of the tiger-toothed helmet and ordered. The drummer beside him gritted his teeth and beat the flat drum. Zhao Jin pointed forward with a spear and shouted, "Follow me and move forward together."

The servants of Zhaoying shouted in unison, and the group practiced everywhere, and all the people who joined the road shouted in unison, and the brigade began to move forward.

The weather was dry, and the blood flag was exposed to the sun for a while, and it had been already sunk at this time. The wind was blowing with dust. Lu Da, who was holding the flag, shook his spear, and the blood flag spread out in the wind, flying.

"Run in, chase after me, the city gate outside opens, we're all done." Zhao Zhentang roared and waved his knife forward, he was already anxious.

The city gate was narrow. Although the soldiers inside had been scrambled by the servants of Zhao's camp, they could still organize resistance. Immediately, three spears pierced towards Zhao Zhentang. Zhao Zhentang slashed the big knife in his hand and cut off two spears. His steps followed, and the big knife flipped and slashed them down. One of them was opened to his throat and the other soldier's chest was cut open. He couldn't survive, but with one knife, he cut off two spears, but the third one did not escape.

In a hurry, Zhao Zhentang had only time to turn around, but was blocked by his companions around him. The spear pierced Zhao Zhentang's left shoulder. Zhao Zhentang roared in pain, and threw the big knife in his hand out. The soldier who stabbed Zhao Zhentang could not dodge at all. He was directly chopped into the forehead by the big knife and fell down softly.

Zhao Zhentang had no strength at this time, so the man fell down with a spear and pulled his shoulder, and Zhao Zhentang also fell down.

"Master Zhao" and "Uncle Zhao" all exclaimed. Zhao Zhentang gritted his teeth and held the spear on his shoulder, shouting: "It's all his fucking cry, go chase, go block the city gate."

He killed three people in an instant, and the defense in the city gate had dispersed. The people from Zhao's camp held a spear and stabbed more than a dozen more times to death. No one dared to stop here anymore. They all rolled and crawled towards the Wengcheng, and many people also ran towards the outer city gate of the Wengcheng.

Wang Zhaojing did not dismount. With the force of the horse, he continued to chop down from a high position. Blood splattered in front of the horse. No one was blocking the door. He rushed forward and rushed out from the city gate. Yi Yu from behind shouted and followed. Everyone was red-eyed. To this point, no one could retreat.

What are the Four Books and Five Classics, what are the articles of sages? Wang Zhaojing threw them all away. He just wanted to chase after them and kill them now.

The winch had turned and the gate was slowly lifted up. The men crowded under the latch of the city gate and were about to remove the latch. As if they knew the movements in the city, the shouts and roars outside suddenly increased.

Regardless of the people chasing out, no matter the chaotic people who are running around in the city, everyone's goal is to regain control of the city gate.

At this moment, the two men left under the door bolt, stood at the city gate, took down the bow he was carrying, and stood there and started firing.

The arrowhead flew over, and a servant behind Wang Zhaojing was directly hit by an arrow and shot it. The second arrow shot towards Wang Zhaojing. Wang Zhaojing hurriedly lowered his head and dodged. The arrowhead flew past his side. His mount was shocked and he was immediately a little restless.

The two men in front of the gate of the outer city of the urncheng were not slow, and two more arrows were shot out. One screamed, and the group trainee running in front was shot in the chest and fell down to the sky. The other arrow was still towards Wang Zhaojing. The man was on the horse, and the knight's target was too big. Although he hurriedly drove the horse to dodge, he still couldn't dodge. The arrow was immersed in the bottom of the horse's neck.

Wang Zhaojing's horse neighed in pain and stood up. Wang Zhaojing hurriedly hugged the horse's neck and was not thrown off the horse. When the arrow shot, he had already made a dodge. The arrow did not shoot directly, and perhaps it did not hit the vital point. Wang Zhaojing tightly pulled the reins and shouted loudly, but the mount was not jumping wildly.

"Run, rush" Wang Zhaojing's voice had changed sharply. He suddenly clamped his legs and the mount. The mount hissed and ran forward again.
Chapter completed!