Gao Yingxiang fled in a hurry and ran into the Han and Zhongfu, but hesitated where to go now.

Now they have less than 20,000 people left, and it is too difficult to conquer the city and territories. If they encounter ambush by the Guan Jun, it will be a big problem.

Fortunately, Cao Wenzhao did not continue to catch up, giving them time to breathe.

In a valley, nearly 20,000 refugee soldiers gathered together, eating dry food in despair, looking in a panic and worried.

Gao Yingxiang no longer had the kingly demeanor he used to be. His hair was scattered on his head and his face was restless. He had a premonition that this time, the government army even used cannons, obviously determined to eradicate them and it was impossible to give him a chance to recover.

He looked at the only trusted military advisor around him, Song Xiance, and said in a modest tone: "Sir, where do you think we should go now?"

Before, they had plans to go to Hu, Guang, Si and Sichuan, but now they think that they are afraid that it won’t work. This little person is not the opponent of the government army at all.

Song Xiance was secretly upset. In fact, they should have left before and should not have fought head-on with the government army, but now they are at the end of their lives, so they can only think of other ways.

He sat on the stone and gnawed the stiff steamed buns while thinking: "King, people are not in harmony now, and we must find a way to win people's hearts again. Four, Sichuan, Lake and Guang are incredible. Go to Gong and Changfu, and then go back to Shaanxi and North, and start over again!"

This is in line with Gao Yingxiang's wishes. Shaanxi and North are his place of success and the most familiar place. Only there can be a comeback! He hurriedly asked: "Sir, how should we gather people's hearts?"

Refugees are refugees, all for money and steamed buns. If these are gone, no one will follow him.

Song Xiance painted and wrote on the ground for a long time: "The south is Nan Zheng, and the government soldiers are estimated to be 1,000. It must be that there is more food and money. The west is Huizhou, and the government soldiers are not as good as the south. Zheng, and it is estimated that there is not much grain and silver for disaster relief."

Song Xiance’s meaning is very simple, and the benefits and disadvantages are all there, so Gao Yingxiang must choose it himself.

Gao Yingxiang stared at the chaotic patterns that Song Xiance drew on the ground, and struggled endlessly. Nan Zheng is naturally the best place to gather the morale of the army, but the risk is the greatest. Huizhou is easy to acquire, but if there is no gain, it will be easier to distract people!

Gao Yingxiang knew that there was not much time left for him. His eyes flashed violently. He suddenly stood up and said in a deep voice, "Okay, then go to Nan. Zheng!"

Song Xiance naturally also hoped to go to Nanzheng. When he saw Gao Yingxiang cheering up, he was also a little excited.

There were less than 20,000 people, and they were very long and listless, afraid that the officials behind them would chase after them.

Seeing this, Gao Yingxiang couldn't help but shout: "Brothers, when you arrive in Nanzheng, rice, steamed buns, silver, women, everything is better than Xi'an!"

His words were passed down layer by layer, and his originally decadent morale was actually a lot more excited.

Gao Yingxiang was secretly proud. This was his way to win over the hearts of the people. As long as he was alive and escaped from the encirclement of the government army, he could start over!

Song Xiance frowned. This was not the rebel army he wanted at all. It was simply a group of bandits. How could such bandits win the hearts of the people in the world?

He took a deep breath and his eyes flashed.

Not long after, Gao Yingxiang's army arrived in Nanzheng not far away. Nanzheng was already the city closest to Sichuan, and it was also one of the largest cities in the Han and Central Government!

Gao Yingxiang encouraged his brothers like this all the way. Even so, less than five thousand people left were following him desperately.

Even though the people who followed him were in a glimmer of hope, they were still powerless and could only drag their tired bodies and follow Gao Yingxiang's horse.

Gao Yingxiang also knew that this would not have much effect, but Ningzhou was so close that he could only run over quickly.

Ningzhou is neither big nor small, and has never had much troops to garrison. If it can be easily succeeded, it can alleviate the current decadent situation.

Not long after, Gao Yingxiang came to the city of Ningzhou. As he estimated, Ningzhou was still like this. There were not many people stationed in it. He could easily conquer it, rob the disaster relief grain and silver, and alleviate the depressedness of his subordinates.

Just as Gao Yingxiang was preparing to attack the city, a group of iron cavalry rushed over, enough to ten thousand people!

Gao Yingxiang's face changed drastically. What they feared the most was the cavalry. Unexpectedly, the imperial court sent even the cavalry!

Not only Gao Yingxiang, but also the refugee army was in panic. They didn't know how to fight, but clearly saw that momentum, which was to crush everything!

"King, what should I do?" the people around Gao Yingxiang asked in a trembling voice. They said that they could not escape the cavalry, either surrendered or were killed!

Gao Yingxiang was cold all over. Seeing that the way to survive was right in front of him, he met a cavalry!

He had been in his heart for countless years and hated Song Xiance half to death. But no matter how much he hated him, he had to take care of his eyes. If he could not escape in front of him, everything would be in vain!

Everyone was afraid, and some people ran away, and more people did not dare to act rashly. Another person beside Gao Yingxiang trembled and said, "King, should we surrender?"

Gao Yingxiang's mouth twitched. He had ambitions and had a national name, so how could he give up!

The cavalry led by Zhao Rujiao saw a group of mobs standing on the flat ground in a mess, with cold eyes and a loud corner of his mouth. He waved a long sword and fought hard to beat the horse.

This cavalry was transferred from the reserve force and had no combat experience. It just happened to train these bandits!

The cavalry rolled, the ground was like an earthquake, shaking, making people unstable, especially the bright long swords that shocked everyone.

"King, let's surrender..." The group of people beside Gao Yingxiang shouted tremblingly, and their bodies couldn't help kneeling on the ground, looking at the rushing cavalry in fear.

Gao Yingxiang twitched the corners of his mouth, his legs trembled, and he pushed him. He knelt down and lay on the ground. He felt the sound of horse hooves as if they were knocking on his heart, making him feel frightened and uneasy, and his neck was chilling, as if a sharp blade would slash on his neck at any time!

When Gao Yingxiang knelt, the five thousand people knelt down like a tide, shouting "Surrender", "Submission", etc.

The cavalry of Zhao Rujiao passed by Gao Yingxiang and surrounded them.

He felt quite fed that these bandits had no backbone and he would not give him any chance to train troops!

Zhao Rujiao sat on the horse, looked at Gao Yingxiang coldly, and said in a deep voice, "The bandit leader is tied up, the others are taking care of him in batches!"

Gao Yingxiang did not resist. As far as he knew, all the surrendered bandit leaders were sent to the capital, and none of them were killed.
Chapter completed!