Shi Bao didn't know whether the Wei army that had been hit at its weak point was papery or not.

But Wang Han and the elite soldiers he led truly amazed him, who had been paying close attention to the battle situation from high above the city.

I had long expected that the three thousand elite soldiers specially sent by the Central Protectorate to protect the engineering battalion would not be easy.

Unexpectedly, Shi Bao suddenly remembered the feeling of seeing the armored cavalry charging into the formation like waves for the first time during the Battle of Xiaoguan.

This was not the look of horror on his face when he first met the armored cavalry.

But Wang Han's breaking of the bandit formation was as smooth as a red-hot blade cutting ointment.

"I am King Ham of Brazil, where will the thief be!"

The king has two spears, one is a horse spear, and the other is a walking spear.

The long spear in his hand at this time was exactly the rifle used for foot combat.

Although it is called a horse horse, because it is specially made, it is actually not very different from an ordinary horse horse.

The head has been stained with the blood of an unknown number of people.

There was probably too much blood on it, and a line of blood flowed down the stem.

Fortunately, the rod has been specially treated and is different from ordinary rods.

The blood line didn't flow very far before disappearing.

Part of it drips to the ground, and part of it is absorbed.

It will not flow to the handshake area, so as not to contaminate the hands and cause them to become slippery.

In addition to the blood on the stem, there was also a lot of blood splattered on the face, and a few drops even accidentally flew into the eyes.

Wang Han, who had punched through countless bodies with his thorns, kept his eyes wide open, not daring to blink for fear that the thieves who were right in front of him would take the opportunity to attack.

When someone took over, he just touched it with his handnail, letting the already blood-red vision become more vivid.

What came to his ears were various death wails and the whistling of arrows piercing the sky, but Wang Han could not hear them at all.

He raised his head and looked forward.

The tall flag of the bandit army is already in sight.

His mind was immediately attracted by this big flag with Sima written on it.

"Cut the flag!"

Wang Han shouted loudly and rushed forward again.

"Cut the flag!"

Without any instructions, the elite soldiers from the long-lasting battlefield automatically gathered around the general and formed a cone-shaped arrow.

The direction of the arrow is where Sima Division's commanding flag is.

The head forged by the Pingcheng Iron and Steel Workshop is much longer than the head of a carbine, nearly half a meter long, and is extremely hard and sharp.

It’s more than enough to skewer two human skewers.

It can be stabbed, picked or cut, but if it doesn't work, it would be good to just hit it hard.

The long pole is made of carefully selected solid hardwood and then made using special craftsmanship.

If the pole is hit directly on the head, even if it is not a concussion, he will still be unconscious.

If you get a blow to the head and your head is not protected by a helmet strong enough, nine times out of ten you will be shot.

Whether you can survive or not depends on whether God wants to accept it.

Go forward, go forward, go forward again!

A pair of extremely cold, yet extremely fanatical eyes saw the banner of the rebel army.

The orderly queues advanced and retreated, layer upon layer like waves, like lightning and flint thrusts and slashes, blood flew everywhere, and the flesh and blood of the thieves covered the ground in front of them.

The Wei army has invested its main force in the north. The army of three thousand tigers and wolves has cut into the weakest point and is advancing unstoppably towards the commander's flag where Sima Division is located.

"Stop them, you must stop them!"

Master Sima was really panicked.

He had never seen such a proud and brave soldier.

A considerable number of my lord's subordinates can be considered elite soldiers of the Wei Dynasty.

But at this moment, he finally understood why his lord was known as "fearing Shu as much as a tiger".

He had a feeling that from the moment he engaged in battle, his every move was completely under the control of the opposing general.

How else to explain everything right now?

"Quick, send people to the north and ask General Niu to return to the army quickly!"

Just when Master Sima was in a panic, Wang Han was shouting loudly:

"Where is Master Sima? Do you dare to come out and fight me!"

Of course, it was impossible for his voice to reach Sima Shi's ears on the battlefield where the shouts of killing were loud.

But with the traitor's flag in sight, the morale of the Han army naturally increased.

The soldiers surrounding Wang Han shouted:

"Where is Master Sima!"

"Master Sima!"

"Kill Sima Master!"

…

The sound waves gradually gathered into one voice:

"Kill Sima Master!"

"Kill Sima Master!"

Sima Division could already clearly see the Han army trying to rush towards him.

But I saw that all of them were red.

Like a blood-eating evil ghost crawling out from under the yellow soil.

I don't know if it's the original color of their armor or the color of their blood-stained clothes.

It makes people feel extremely dazzling, but also makes people feel extremely scary.

"General, retreat quickly, otherwise it will be too late!"

The personal guard guarding Sima Shi turned pale, holding on to Sima Shi and trying to persuade him anxiously.

"You guys, go quickly and stop them!"

For the first time since Sima Division led the troops, he felt the danger in front of the two armies.

He tried his best to calm himself down, but the oppressive feeling of the red tide was too strong, making him scream involuntarily.

Even at this moment, he was still very sober:

We must block it, at least until the army in front comes back for reinforcements.

Otherwise, once the commander's flag falls, the whole army may become a big rout.

"I can't stop it, General!"

At this time, there were only about a hundred personal guards guarding Sima Shi.

How can we withstand the wolf-like tiger momentum of the Han army?

Not to mention Master Sima, even the captain of the bodyguard beside him now understood that there must be something wrong with his command.

No, it should be said that the thieves were too cunning. They took advantage of most of the elite troops to the north to suddenly attack the main camp and were defeated without force!

"General, the Han army is powerful, please stay away for now!"

The captain of the personal guard pulled Sima Shi tightly and used more force, "The thief was just a fluke and took advantage of the general's carelessness."

"General, please give in temporarily and take the opportunity to regroup."

The captain of the guard winked as he spoke.

The others understood and quickly followed up to hold Sima Shi.

"General, I'm offended!"

After saying this, he couldn't wait to force the Sima division to half drag and half stand, and hurriedly got off the command platform.

"The handsome flag, the handsome flag cannot be left to the Han army!"

The moment he got off the high platform, Master Sima struggled and shouted subconsciously.

When the flag officer received the order, he felt like hearing fairy music and breathed a sigh of relief.

If the flag doesn't move, he can't move either.
To be continued...