"It's better to defend the camp." Wang Yuan made a decision.

Han Shizhong was so depressed that he settled for the next best thing: "Then I will take my five hundred soldiers and fight out!"

Wang Yuan observed the situation at the bottom of the mountain and stopped him: "No, another band of thieves is coming soon. You have too few soldiers and it's easy to get caught in them."

"This won't work, that won't work either!" Han Shizhong wanted to scold his mother, but Wang Yuan was his adopted brother and was very kind to him, so he had nowhere to vent his anger.

Various units of the rebel army pursued him one after another and assembled in formation at the foot of the mountain.

The Western Army strictly guarded the camp, waiting for the rebels to attack.

The two sides faced off for a while, and Yang Zhi had no choice but to give the order: "Each department retreats alternately, and we will stop when we see a good situation today."

Until this time, the general Liu Yanqing was nowhere to be seen. Who knew where he was hiding on horseback alone.

Yang Weizhong sat in the tent and asked the military doctor to bandage his bones.

Each department counted the number of people and found a total loss of more than 1,300 people. Except for a few who were hit by artillery, more than 400 infantrymen collectively surrendered, and the rest were trampled on themselves, causing casualties.

Yang Weizhong almost spit out a mouthful of blood. Although the loss of troops was not much, the heavy infantry was almost finished.
Chapter completed!