Chapter 2: Purple Horses The number of enemy cavalry rushing to the front line alone has exceeded 2,000, and the brothers in Wang Ermao's hands are full of calculations, and even the number of wounded is only 500.
This kind of battle, even if the gods come, they can't fight.
The situation was urgent, and he didn't have time to hesitate, raised the horizontal knife in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, get on the horse."
One man and three riders, running south" "Run south" The minions were stunned when they heard this, but the habit formed by long-term training made them choose to follow the orders of the commander.
They jumped on their mounts, grabbed the reins of the two horses closest to them, and retreated to the south in a chaotic manner.
"Get on the horse, get on the horse, go first, stop and converge after an hour" As the main general, Wang Ermao can't patronize himself and run for his life alone.
The horses circled and hoarse.
"Get on the horse, three rides per person, first go first" "Get on the horse, get on the horse, and meet in the south in an hour" The pro-soldiers also had red eyes, and they didn't care about using the horn again, and shouted in unison.
Fortunately, there are few people in the army, and even if it is chaotic, the crowding caused is limited.
After a few breaths, including Zhu Laogen'er and Xiong Kuohai, these latecomers jumped on their mounts, but they refused to go first one by one, nervously surrounding Wang Ermao, waiting to advance and retreat together with the main general.
"Let's go, what's the delay.
If you delay any longer, no one will be able to run" Wang Ermao roared with red eyes again, turned the horse's head, and went south to the wilderness.
As he ran, he reluctantly looked back in the direction of the enemy army, hoping that more brothers would escape.
He saw that Liu Laosan's mount was running slower and slower, and was gradually swallowed up by the earthy torrent.
He saw dozens of familiar figures disappear like elk in a pack surrounded by high-speed rushing horses.
He saw Yuan Shouxu, who had no escape, turn around and pounce on the enemy with the last few brothers, and then saw the snow-bright horizontal sword raised in the sunlight, raising a wolf's tooth-like jungle Soon, he couldn't see anything.
The enemy quickly eliminated the brothers he had left behind, and then made a nice turn and pursued them closely.
The number of people, equipment, and training level are not on the same level as the other party, and Wang Ermao and the others have no choice but to grit their teeth and continue to flee for their lives.
Fortunately, the enemy's equipment was too heavy, which affected the endurance of the horses, and the heroes of the green forest were lucky to have three riders and could change horses at any time, so after half an hour, the distance between the two sides began to get farther and farther.
The first time he went out with the army, he kicked the iron plate, and the heart of the majestic sea was so panicked.
Looking up, he found that the faces of Zhu Laogen and the other old green forests were also very ugly, as if they were owed hundreds of hangings.
Everyone hurried silently, leaving the battlefield far behind.
After walking for about half an hour, more and more robes stopped in front of them to wait for orders, and gradually all the brothers who had fled on their own gathered together.
He took the initiative to follow behind the hall master in the usual order of marching, waiting for him to guide everyone in a new direction.
Wang Ermao looked up, and the lonely figure of Vain Mountain could already be seen in the southeast.
The continuous snow spreads a thick layer on the mountain, and the snow peaks reflect back to the noon sun, which is extremely gorgeous.
From the foot of this abrupt hill, turn east, and you can follow the official road to Liyang.
A few days ago, he and Zhang Zhupi followed this road to attack Liyang City, and today they were chased by the officials and soldiers in the same direction.
At present, there may not be officials and troops in Liyang City, if one is killed, Wang Ermao is more than seventy percent sure that he will take Liyang again.
But in that case, the dog official Wang Wei, who came from the south bank of the Yellow River, and the elite of the official army of unknown origin behind him could join forces to block him in Liyang City.
Five hundred Liukou still want to defend Liyang City in the face of tens of thousands of officers and soldiers, and only fools dare to do this kind of dream Wang Ermao is not a fool, and he does not have the courage to defend a lonely city and carry tens of thousands of troops.
The reason why he chose to flee south instead of north just now was because Zhang Pigskin was rushing towards Juluze with grain and grass baggage.
If the officials and soldiers find them, tens of thousands of grains and grass will be recaptured, and the results of this sneak attack on Liyang will be lost.
Even if the officers and soldiers were lucky enough not to meet the baggage team led by Zhang Zhupi and lead them north, it could also lead them to join Feng Xiaoci.
Good brother Cheng Mingzhen took a lot of effort to let Feng Xiaoci jump into the trap, and Wang Ermao didn't want the entire Juluze efforts to be in vain.
Therefore, in that hurried moment, he could only order everyone to flee south, leading the officials and troops of unknown origin to the south, away from Zhang Zhupi and Julu Ze.
But what to do after going south Wang Ermao didn't have time to think about it at the time, and finally had a chance to think deeply at this moment, but found that his eyes were dark.
"To the south along the official road on the right, there is the castle of Asaka.
To the east, let's go back to Liyang" Seeing that his master was hesitating, Xiong Kuohai thought that the other party didn't know the way, so he rode his horse to his side and reminded in a low voice.
"Is the city wall of Chaoge high, is there any official army stationed in peacetime" Wang Ermao hesitated slightly, and asked tentatively.
The road to the north has been cut off, and going east to Liyang City is tantamount to seeking death, and now he can only continue to go south, taking one step at a time.
Look for new opportunities to go north in the midst of the flow.
For the situation in various parts of southern Hebei, the majestic sea that makes a living is as clear as the palm prints of one's own palm.
As soon as Wang Ermao's words fell, he immediately gave a precise answer, "Chaoge City was abandoned hundreds of years ago, although it is still called a city, but it is a big village with only about 1,000 households.
There is a low wall only facing the official road, and half a mile to the south, all the walls are collapsed, and you can rush directly into the city without dismounting."
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"What if we fight Song City" Wang Ermao frowned, and continued to ask in a calm voice.
"Ken, I'm sure I can knock it down," Xiong Kuohai glanced uneasily to the north and responded in a low voice.
"But you can't get much food after the fight, and the people in that place are very poor.
The officers and soldiers are like a swarm of flies."
"That's better than going to Liyang.
Surrounded by two armies, we can't hold on for even a day" Zhu Laogen also stepped forward and whispered to the main general.
A great victory was immediately followed by a crushing defeat, and the morale of the brothers had fallen to the limit.
If you go to the lonely city again, the officers and soldiers only need one charge to wipe everyone out.
Without waiting for Wang Ermao to think about it more, the scouts arranged on the periphery had already sounded the alarm again.
The lives of Yuan Shouxu and dozens of other brothers obviously failed to feed the officers and soldiers, and after a short rest, this tiger and wolf army chased after them relentlessly.
"Get on the horse and follow me" Wang Ermao shook the reins and ordered loudly.
Immediately, he slapped Xiong Kuohai hard, "You lead the way, let's go play the song" "Let's go, let the officers and soldiers follow behind and eat fart" Zhu Laogen opened his throat and turned Wang Ermao's order into a good-natured joke.
"Go, go, let the officers and soldiers follow behind the men and eat fart" The old green forest in the personal guard knew the importance of morale at this moment, and repeated with a strong spirit.
"Go, go, let the officers and soldiers follow behind the men and eat farts" The minions heard this, laughing and repeating.
Someone simply pouted his butt on horseback and made an exhaust shape in the direction that the enemy was chasing.
Others cover their lips with the back of their hands, simulating sounds such as "poof".
Although everyone knows that everyone is a fat man with a swollen face, human nature is so weird, as soon as a few jokes are made, the low morale is reinvigorated in a blink of an eye.
The heroes continued to flee south with the advantage of fewer people and more horses, and soon distanced themselves from the official army.
In the early afternoon, the team rushed to the outside of Chaoge City.
Sure enough, as Xiong Kuohai said, this place is just an ancient city that has been abandoned for hundreds of years, and the scale is not as large as the fortress of some wealthy families near Liyang.
The imperial court did not send officials to live in this place, and there was only a "respectable" old patriarch who acted as an arbiter of neighborhood disputes.
Seeing that Wang Ermao and the others were familiar with the road, not attacking the main gate of the official road but going around to the west of the city, the old patriarch knew that it was difficult to resist.
"Decisively" ordered the villagers who had temporarily organized to abandon the city, protect their families and flee first.
As soon as the patriarch left, the people of the city immediately lost the courage to resist.
Crying and closing the door of the house, no matter how the bandits outside tossed, they were all resigned to fate.
Fortunately, Wang Ermao and the others didn't have time to make trouble anymore, so they first "borrowed" the rice and grain of the patriarch's family to deal with a half-full, and then collected all the big animals that could be seen, and then set fire to the big courtyard of the patriarch's house, and abandoned the city again before the officers and soldiers chased after them.
The officers and soldiers who were chasing behind Wang Ermao and others didn't expect that the thieves were all dying, and they were still so arrogant.
After rushing into the court, he only rested for a while, and then chased after the hooves of the war horses of the rogues.
The two teams fled quickly, and the other chased quickly, from the afternoon until sunset, until they could not see the road under their feet, and then reluctantly stopped to rest.
Early the next morning, Wang Ermao continued to flee south.
This time, he didn't walk as anxiously as he did yesterday.
After last night's deliberations, the brothers have largely understood their current situation.
In today's situation, returning north will only cause trouble for the Zezhong brothers, and in the end, they will not be able to escape.
Instead of bringing the disaster to Paoze, it is better to fight to the death, lead the officials and soldiers by the nose, and create an opportunity for the big boss and the nine masters to kill Feng Xiaoci's old thief.
Walking the rivers and lakes, it is inevitable that there will be such a day.
Before he died, he could take Liyang Cang, burn Chaoge City, and let nearly 10,000 officials and soldiers follow him like fools to eat fart, and all the minions felt that they were enough, and they were all satisfied.
Along the way, they saw ill-prepared villages, and immediately rushed in to loot them, opened the granaries of large families, and distributed them on the spot.
The title deeds and documents of the rich man's house were burned, so that the creditor could no longer find the proof of the debt.
When the officers and soldiers are not closely chasing, they will pick up the high slope and set fire, so that the enemy's scouts can see where they are.
As soon as the officers and soldiers stuck to it, they immediately beat their horses and fled, singing slang songs while running, and their arrogance was extremely arrogant. ran all day long, leaving Chaoge City and Suixing County far behind.
On the morning of the third day, the group stepped through the frozen canal and continued south.
Walking, walking, a wide expanse of ice suddenly came across in front of me.
The feet are pale yellow, the distance is dark yellow, and the dark yellow and pale yellow waves stand there quietly, as if they suddenly freeze in a galloping moment.
It's as if time suddenly stands still, allowing them to freeze forever.
The surging waves spread from west to east, spreading for thousands of miles, quiet and mournful, like a frozen dragon.
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Faintly, there was an unwilling roar from far and near, "whooping" and "whoa", non-stop for a moment.
This is the Yellow River.
Many of the Juluze brothers had never left home so far in their lives, and the Yellow River was just a legend in their dreams before they fell into the grass.
In awe of the might of nature, they jumped off their horses one after another and stood on the frozen ice to listen to the howl of the wind.
"Whoop", "Whoop", one after another wind roar came from the sky, from far and near, piercing people's ears and penetrating deep into people's skin and bone marrow.
And then it rises from under the anointing of man, cold as frost, hot as a flame, bursting through the trachea, throat, teeth, lips, gushing out.
"Whoa", I don't know who was the first to utter the cry, echoing the cry from ancient times.
But after that, everyone shouted, not out of fear, not out of despair, but because of the irrepressible impulse in their hearts, "Whoa," "Whoa," and they shouted and waved their swords and spears into the air.
"Whoa", "whoa", they shouted loudly, expressing their protest to the heavens and the earth in an eternal voice.
They are like Xingtian wielding a fight, even if they have no head, even if they can no longer see the way forward, they still refuse to bend their proud knees.
They are standing and fighting, from the beginning of Hongmeng to the present.
From now to the future, we will stand up and fight until the earth cracks and the sky collapses.
After "getting on the horse" returned to silence again on the day and earth, Wang Ermao ordered in a hoarse voice.
The minions smacked their fists on the chest and strode over to their mounts.
They jumped on horseback with a rare clean move, and straightened up their fur armor and coarse cloth clothes.
Then, without any orders, he turned his horse's head and turned in unison towards the north.
With such a wide river, the ice in the center may not be as strong as it seems.
Without a guide to lead them across the river, the hole under the ice was enough to swallow up five hundred of them silently.
And when they turned their heads, they could fight the pursuers in a dignified manner. has already run so far with the other party, the robe that rhymes with grain and grass has long been out of danger, and the careful nine masters have plenty of time to adjust their tactics.
At this moment, they have nothing to worry about.
They waited quietly, waiting for the moment of excitement in their lives to come.
"Whoop", "Whoa", the dragon-like wind swept down from Kunlun Mountain, spread for thousands of miles, and lasted for 10,000 years
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