At the location near the city gate, the buffalo would fight the armored soldiers, treating them as food, but when there was grass outside, they ignored them.

In the eyes of the cow, the rice stalks are not delicious after all. In addition, many soldiers have already fought before, but they have not found the rice stalks. The effect of Di Qing's training has also weakened.

So when there is grass, the buffalo simply ignores the army in armor.

With grass-fed buffaloes, no one will lead them and they will never turn back. It does not matter if they wear their armor.

Soldiers don't know this, but the military orders are like mountains. What they need is not thinking, but obeying orders. Their own thinking can only be achieved without orders.

For a time, the soldiers on the periphery were all dressed in orderly armor, and at the same time, the soldiers arrived in front of them.

"Lined up!" Ye Feng held the Xuanyuan sword in his hand, the Song Army encircled the circle whose fingers were shrinking.

Because of the shrinking of the encircling circle, the number of heavy shields needed in the inner circle was reduced, and some of it could be allocated to the periphery. Song Jun now formed a formation with heavy shields on both sides.

Ye Feng doesn't care about these, heavy shields can defend ordinary cavalry, but in front of him, there is nothing, let alone a bunch of masters behind him.

Seeing the night wind coming again, Di Qing touched the Cloud Piercing Arrow again. He knew that the Cloud Piercing Arrow could not kill the night wind but it had a delay effect, so he used it with confidence.

Puff!

The running night wind suddenly felt a tingling pain in his chest. At first glance, it was the wound that Chuanyunjian passed through his heart.

Seeing this, Ye Feng couldn't help but look at Di Qing with that annoyed look.

Although the arrow is not fatal, the pain is still there, even if it doesn't hurt, no one likes to be punched in the body, right?

"Wait!"

At the same time as the words were spoken, Ye Feng hit an arrow again. Qilin and Ye Feng had a close mind. Naturally knowing Ye Feng's thoughts, he couldn't help speeding up a bit and headed straight to Di Qing.

Di Qing sneered, and saw Ye Feng's intentions, turning around and hiding in the army.

Immediately afterwards, Yefeng was attacked by arrows from all directions, but when he thought of that direction, the arrows came from another direction.

At this time, Ye Feng Dao came to the front of the formation, facing the heavy shield, he didn't need to do anything at all. The unicorn jumped up directly, and then fell, just on top of the soldier holding the heavy shield and halberd.

On the Qilin, a hot flame rose, and between the waves of mist, the area around one meter became a vacuum.

Before he was too horrified, the nearby soldiers subconsciously met the halberd against the night wind, but saw that the hand holding the sword was thrown forward for a month and a half. A sword gas was thrown out in a crescent shape, and the Song was 180 degrees within ten meters ahead. All the soldiers fell on their heads.

Qilin rushed forward again, and Yefeng rushed into the big array solo, and the gap was quickly filled.

But at this time, the next masters also came one after another, the gap was opened again, and the personal soldiers followed, followed by the well-dressed infantry.

When you get closer, this is the world of the personal soldiers. A gun and a shield can kill the enemy. The special shield for the personal soldier has arrows. While resisting the attack, there will be crossbow arrows shot out of the hole, which doubles the lethality.

The crossbow and the iron spear are excellent horses, and the soldiers of this class can defeat the soldiers of the Song Army.

As more and more soldiers entered, this situation became more and more difficult to reverse.

In the front, the night breeze driving the fire unicorn has punched a gap in the inner formation and took out the cavalry inside.

Until now, there were only more than two thousand cavalry remaining inside, and the Song Army cavalry had been wiped out.

The joining of more than two thousand cavalry soldiers put great pressure on the Song army.

The battle was chaotic.

Formation? No formation.

The battle of tens of thousands of armies turned into a battle of local small groups, allowing individual combat forces to be maximized.

What Di Qing had to do was to maintain the formation, but once his formation succeeded, he was immediately disrupted by the master's attacking style.

Sui Jun has too many masters, many things don't need to be handled by Ye Feng, what he has to do now is to find Di Qing and kill him!

Since the battle, Ye Feng has been full of anger. The One, Two and Three Corps has been destroyed by more than 20,000, and there is fire.

But this is not the most important thing. The point is that Di Qing's Chuanyun Arrow sends out from time to time and makes him intolerable.

If you want to ask who came to this world the most piercing pain to Ye Feng? Then Hao is undoubtedly Di Qing.

But Di Qing is also a type that can hide, among tens of thousands of troops, it is really not easy to find him, there are really too many people!

The fiery night wind could only kill Song Army soldiers to vent their anger while searching.

As time passed, the soldiers on both sides were decreasing, and it became more and more difficult for Di Qing to dodge.

Previously, Di Qing was still thinking about destroying the personal soldiers. However, after getting in touch with each other, he discovered that he thought more and attacked with less. Even with his command, the 60,000 soldiers could not beat the 10,000 soldiers, let alone. There are thousands of elite soldiers left.

But now, he wanted to be unable to fight, or even to run, because the Song Army had no cavalry anymore, and the personal soldiers were all cavalry.

When Song Jun dropped to a few thousand, Di Qing finally had no place to hide...

After the battle, there were only a few thousand of the 60,000 Song army.

On the Sui army's side, the soldiers lost nearly two thousand.

The loss of elite soldiers was close to 5,000, including infantry and cavalry. Now the total number of the 1, 2, 3 Corps is less than 3,000.

Seven thousand losses, killing more than 50,000 enemy troops, usually a profit, a big profit.

Actually it was not right now. Not to mention the personal soldiers, the soldiers directly under the first army were much better than the Song Army.

Such an integrated unit suffers from the loss of one-to-three. From Ye Feng's point of view, it can be said that both lose and lose. After all, the quality of soldiers is not equivalent.

Now that Song Jun can't beat the waves, Ye Feng is no longer anxious. He stopped his hands and quietly watched the army continue to kill.

Compared with the personal soldiers, although the Song Army was weak, there was a backbone. Only a few thousand people were still resisting, and none of them came out and said they wanted to surrender.

Looking at Song Jun, who resisted stubbornly but was useless, Ye Feng couldn't bear it.

Qiuqing is the only one who is unhappy in the night wind. As for soldiers, there is nothing uncomfortable. After all, it is a national civil war. Ordinary soldiers just obey orders and obey orders, and they do not need to kill them like foreign wars.

"Di Qing, don't you surrender?" Ye Feng asked.

"Haha, surrender? Never thought of it! On the battlefield, Di Qing would rather stand to die than live on your knees." Di Qing sneered.

"Well, I didn't plan to let you go. It's okay to let these thousands of soldiers go." Ye Feng said seriously.

The soldiers on the scene heard more or less that Ye Fengfan had a reputation for resistance and would definitely kill.

After knowing that the victory or defeat has been determined, none of the Song Army soldiers present had thought of being able to survive, so they were all desperate. Now that they have a chance to live, they are all a little moved. Who wants to die if there is a way to survive?

Surrendering to the Sui army was at best disloyal to the king, but not betrayal to the nation.

Seeing the Song Army soldiers waver, Ye Feng waved his hand, motioning his soldiers to step back and stop fighting.

At this moment, the remaining Song Army soldiers all looked at Di Qing, and after all, he was asked to nod his head.

Di Qing saw the performance of these soldiers in his eyes, and he didn't have any tribesmen, thinking in another way, if he was just a soldier, he would also hope to survive.

However, he is not, he is a general, a marshal.

As a general, he fought a big defeat, and the 100,000 army was lost. Even if the night wind could let him go, Zhao Kuangyin would not be able to spare him, he would die anyway.

As for surrendering and joining Yefeng's camp? He hadn't thought about the reputation of surrendering to the enemy, he was unwilling to bear, and would rather save his reputation to death.

And before he died, one of his own orders could save thousands of lives, which was considered the last value.

With this in mind, Di Qing immediately looked at the soldiers next to him, and exhorted: "This commander can allow you to surrender, but you can only return to your hometown. You can't change to Da Sui. If you can, you can put down your weapons.

Yeah!

The gun fell to the ground, a soldier whose left hand was almost dead.

Cang!

With the lead, there will be continuous succession. In the end, there are still hundreds of people who have not let go. These are the old men who have been following Di Qing.

Di Qing looked at them and persuaded, "You guys go too."

These more than one hundred people were also determined, and said together: "I will wait to die and follow the marshal!"

"You..." Di Qing still wanted to persuade, but Ye Feng interrupted him. "Well, since you are loyal to the Lord, I will fulfill you."