So, after a while, they finally bypassed the Fan's chariot of their own disciples, and each was caught by the enemy who was outflanking each other.

"The doctor really has the power of ghosts and gods, and he can turn corruption into magic!"

Zhao Guangde and the warrior Wen Li would admire Zhao Wuxi so much that they were naturally aware of the combat effectiveness of the soldiers, but it was unbelievable that they could make a great contribution today. Wen Li, who was in command of the chariot, also thought that although the enemy's chariot was not good enough, he had to work **** his own side, but he couldn't take all the limelight by the crossbowmen.

As a result, they chased the Fan's army car that fled from the side, and the two sides fought inextricably.

On the other hand, Yu Xi led the light knights, relying on their own speed advantages, never to fight with the chariots at close range, but divided into five teams, each eyeing a Fan's chariot.

Like a pack of wolves hunting bison, they would drive three soldiers on their bow-shooting chariots at about ten paces each time. Because the positions of the light knights' attacks were different, the chariots with ineffective steering were hard to guard against. After a while, the light knights only paid the price of two casualties and three cavalry, and won a complete victory.

Fan's charioteers were all dead and wounded, and they all became empty vehicles with no one to drive. The surviving horses were frightened and dragged them to neigh and run on the river bank.

Fan Jia's drumming had already stopped, and he only took a dozen people to stay at the ferry crossing, and he would watch the battle turn around in an instant. The thirty tall chariots that they were proud of were wiped out, and the soldiers who lost the barriers and cooperation of the chariots were also discouraged. Facing the approaching enemy army, they did not organize an array to confront them.

The terrifying weapon on the opposite side can defeat even the invincible chariot. How can these disciples be able to stop them?

With this kind of thought in mind, the Fan soldiers in the front row began to discard the spear. Fleeing behind him, the formation was in chaos for a while. The hundreds of Fan's archers who followed behind only had time to open their bows and throw a round. It was scattered by the fleeing pawns, and retreated back under wraps.

The defeat was like a mountain, even if Fan's military officials beheaded many people in a row, they could not stop the defeat.

With anger at Le Qi's death, Zhao Wuxi did not follow the rules of "running a hundred paces" and "longitudinal but three homes". He had already boarded the chariot again, and looked directly at Fan Jia, who was ashes across from him.

He drew out the dagger from his waist, and Shaohao guided Fang.

"Kill these people as village soldiers, those who participated in the assassination of Le Bo, and those who want to prevent us from completing our mission and returning to our hometown. Drive them all down the river!"

The Wenxian crossbowmen, who had become addicted to shooting, bypassed the destroyed chariot line, marching on the enemy's corpse, still doing mechanical shooting, stopping, changing columns, winding, changing columns, and firing again. However, due to the lack of training time, when they got to the back, they had completely lost their formation, but walked in different ways and fought each other.

However, their opponents were more panicked than they were.

Crossbowmen are like farmers harvesting millet, even easier than that. Just raise your arm, gently pull the hanging knife, and then stop and go, the crowd of Fan soldiers on the opposite side will collapse.

The fighting between the flanks was also over. The Zhao's chariot and the light knights, whose vitality was not damaged, rejoined, and they had no pressure to attack the scattered troops.

After more than a hundred paces, the crossbowmen finally shot all the arrows in the quiver. The soldiers of the Le family, the warriors of Chengxiang, and the spearmen who had been itching for a long time, took their place. They formed two horizontal formations, with Tian Ben and other light soldiers at the front. Cooperate with the chariots and horses on both wings to continue chasing Fan Zu.

a moment ago. The soldiers of the Fan family who took the initiative to attack advanced more than 400 steps, but at this moment they were driven back, and there were more than 100 corpses lying down on the road.

In order to prevent the enemy from being trapped and fighting, Zhao Wuxi let the horsemen and chariots on both wings deliberately let go of the line, and let more than a hundred Fan soldiers escape from the gap to both sides, and then chase them to kill and trample.

At this point, only a hundred of Fan's disciples were left and ran to the south with their heads sullen, and Zhao Bing, who had been completely closed, drove them to the edge of the river.

In front of them, there was a vast river of soup, and a thin layer of ice floes had formed on the river surface.

"To the river!"

"There's no way out! The canoes are also on the south bank!"

"Jin officials, boat people, come and save us!"

It's also to blame that Fan Jia rushed the canoes and boatmen docked on the north bank to the south bank in order to cut off Zhao Wuxi's way, and threatened not to come without his orders. At this moment, he got himself into trouble. The boatmen on the other side looked at the tragic battlefield, and it was too late to avoid them. How could they meet Fan Zu and waved, so they came to the ferry?

What's more, these people just robbed their own fish and kettles...

Called Tiantian not to be called, the ground was not working, these more than a hundred Fan soldiers turned their heads to look at the enemy who was constantly chasing and killed, their eyes were miserable and begging for mercy, and then they looked at Fan Jia's car driver, who was also oppressed to the river, hoping that he would Can you have any idea.

"Gentleman, what should we do!"

Fan Jia was already surrounded by his own guards, and he was trembling as he watched his army formation be crushed.

"How did he lose? What tricks did Zhao Wuxi use?"

The situation was changing so quickly, which he did not expect. At first, he was full of **** and wanted to intercept Le Qi's coffin, detain Zhao Wuxi, and then bring Le Lingzi back to Chaoge, but who knew he would end up like this.

Combined with the defeat of Jiangshi and the defeat of Chengxiang last time, Fan Jia has lost to Zhao Wuxi three times in a row.

"Shame, go back to Chaoge again without face, goodbye grandfather!"

Fan Jia's brain was hot for a while, so he pulled out the three-foot long sword "Liu Gong" around his waist, and was about to kill himself.

The right side of the car hugged him quickly.

"Gentleman, don't think too much. Although we have a conflict, but we are both from Jin, why don't we ask Zhao gentleman to surrender..."

"Yu will never surrender to him!" Fan Jia's teeth rattled, he and Zhao Wuxi had a deep feud, this is something that must not be done.

Che Right suggested: "How about reorganizing the soldiers and fighting back against the beasts? This is a desperate situation. In order to survive, they will definitely be able to **** the gentleman out of the siege and join the five hundred soldiers ten miles to the north!"

But although Fan Jia was stubborn and unwilling to surrender, he was already frightened in his heart and lost the courage to resist.

"No, it's better for us to cross the river! Master, quickly turn the chariot and let the carriage cross the river!"

Jijin water flow is gentle, if Fan Jia wants to come, it is feasible to use a carriage to swim.

"What if it sinks?"

While Yu Zhe and Che Zuo were hesitating, the Fan soldiers in the front row let out a burst of cries again. It turned out that the crossbowmen who had replenished arrows from the two places of the baggage were pressed up again. There were still three rows of horizontal lines, taking turns winding up and firing crossbows, pressing Fan Zu step by step, and those short swords and spears also stabbed from both sides.

There were already quite a few Fan soldiers who couldn't bear the fear of the sword, and began to rush towards the river, squeezing into the river like ducks.

"Quick, get down to the river! Otherwise, we will be shot to death by random arrows!"

In a fit of rage, Fan Jia drew his sword against the charioteer, forcing him to drive into the river.

The master was helpless and had no choice but to let it go.

"Gentleman, hold on to the railing!"

The horse's hoof stepped into the icy river, and the horse's instinct sensed danger, and stopped immediately, but was forced to continue forward under the urging of the whip.

The biting cold water reached the necks of the horses, passed over the chariots, and poured into Fan Jia's cage, making him tremble from the cold. He turned his head and saw that most of the Fan soldiers ran back to the shore after being dipped in the icy river water. They bowed their heads and knelt down to beg for mercy. Only a few people followed Fan Jia's carriage and swam towards the heart of the river.

The master suddenly shouted: "No, the horse can't step on the bottom of the river, the car is too heavy, and it can't float!"

The right side of the car was already arrogant and brave, and jumped into the river, so that the car Yu could reduce the weight. But it was still useless, the horse's hooves were empty, the car was sinking more and more, and the river water mixed with ice **** had overflowed Fan Jia's chest!

The water flow in Jijin is relatively gentle, but the carriage drifts downstream as it sinks. After a while, the charioteer also abandoned the car and walked away. He was swept away by the current. Fan Jia was helpless and could only swim to the other side with his numb limbs.

However, what he is wearing today is gorgeous and heavy copper armor...

Fan Jia felt that his whole body was heavy~lightnovelpub.net~ The more he swam, the less he had strength, and the more he swam, the more he sank.

As the world turned around, his eyes caught a glimpse of the battle on the shore being completely over. An enemy commander in black leather armor was standing by the river, looking at him coldly.

He knew that it was Zhao Wuxi, and he was witnessing his death, enjoying the joy of revenge.

Fan Jia reluctantly wanted to shout something out loud, clatter, a wave hit, and the icy river water poured into his throat. His whole body seemed to be pulled by something, and he quickly sank to the bottom of the river. After a circle of ripples and bubbles, he disappeared completely... (To be continued...)

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