Emperor Sun made his fortune from scratch

Han Zhiyuan looked coldly at the barbarians who rushed over and ordered to shoot arrows.

The two thousand Zhaowu army archers moved quickly and uniformly, shooting several waves of arrows in a row. The dense arrows instantly hit a large number of brute soldiers.

In this flat wilderness, the brutes had neither armor nor shields in their hands. In the face of the fierce arrow array, the flesh and blood could not cope at all.

For this battle, the army was also equipped with 200 new repeater crossbows. In the same amount of time, more arrows can be fired than a normal crossbow.

The barbarians had not yet rushed to the front of the Zhaowu army, and more than 1,000 people had been killed or wounded. On the yellow-black earth, patches of dark red appeared.

There are also archers in the barbarian army, because the men in the tribe hunt in the mountains and forests all year round, and their archery skills are not bad. However, the longbow is simple to make, the range is not long enough, and the arrows used are weaker. It's okay to deal with wild beasts, but when encountering the heavily armed Zhaowu army, it is difficult to inflict too much damage on the other side, and so far, the Zhaowu army has suffered less than ten casualties.

Seeing that the number of casualties on his side was still increasing sharply, Yongzhe was horrified, knowing that he had underestimated the combat effectiveness of the Zhaowu army before, and that he could no longer retreat halfway at this time, he gritted his teeth and ordered his subordinates to continue to charge, and at the same time asked people to contact Qu Sang and urge him to send troops as soon as possible.

The brute soldiers were approaching, and Han Zhiyuan felt that it was almost over, so he stopped archery. 5,000 soldiers of the Zhaowu Army rushed towards the enemy. In his opinion, compared to searching for barbarians in the mountains and forests, it is the most enjoyable to fight with them in the field.

A total of 30,000 troops were mobilized in this expedition to Nanzhong. Not counting the previous losses and those left behind, Chen Zhe brought 24,000 people this time, although the number was less than the enemy's, but he was more confident of victory. The battle was not long, and Chen Zhe had roughly figured out the strength of the barbarians.

The two sides handed over their troops in a short time, and Yongzhe's 10,000 soldiers and horses not only did not crush the Zhaowu army, but faintly fell into the disadvantage.

Qu Sang, who was watching the battle in the rear, had already received the news that Yongzhe had asked him to send troops, but he did not make any moves. In fact, he knew in his heart that if he didn't send troops again, Yongzhe would definitely be defeated.

The question is, even if he supports Yongzhe, will he really be able to win? In addition to the soldiers who are still fighting, the Zhaowu army still retains a large number of troops.

Qu Sang struggled for a long time, and finally made up his mind in his heart, and said loudly: "Send someone to the city wall to tell Zhu Fan, don't wait any longer." The whole army immediately went out of the city to fight a decisive battle with the Zhaowu army, and if he did not leave the city again, I immediately took the troops and left. The

subordinates left in a hurry, ran to the city of Xinyi, and truthfully informed Zhu Fan.

When Zhu Fan heard this, his brows furrowed.

"Father, what should I do now?" Zhu Wei, who was watching the battle on the city wall, was very anxious when he saw that Yongzhe's situation was not good.

"Damn!" Zhu Fan was angry and anxious, and his fist slammed into the wall, and blood flowed out quickly. Qu Sang was threatening him, but there was nothing he could do, and if he really didn't leave the city, Qu Sang would definitely leave with his troops.

Zhu Fan drew his long knife and said sharply: "Open the city gate, no matter whether it is male or female, everyone will go out of the city and start a war with the Zhaowu army!"

Chen Zhe kept his eyes on the direction of the city gate, and saw the city gate slowly open. Immediately lead his troops to slaughter, and fight with the enemy troops who rushed out of the city.

I saw that there were still many women, old people and children in the enemy army out of the city. Chen Zhe instantly understood that Zhu Fan was in a hurry, and he was going to find him desperately.

Unlike Yongzhe's subordinates, Zhu Fan's soldiers and horses mostly used long knives, and thousands of them were wearing armor and had stronger combat effectiveness.

Chen Zhe only had 5,000 people around him, which was a little difficult, but he would not collapse in a short time. Trying to temporarily stop Zhu Fan's troops near the city gate, he wanted to buy more time for Han Zhiyuan's side.

When Qu Sang learned that Zhu Fan was out of the city, he no longer hesitated, and led all his subordinates to the front to kill, and a thousand elephant soldiers were also dispatched at the same time.

So many behemoths, rushing over. At first glance, it does seem a little scary. Many of the soldiers of the Zhaowu Army had never seen an elephant before and did not know how to deal with it.

Han Zhiyuan smiled contemptuously, dozens of stone-throwing carts filled with canisters of fire oil, lit them, and smashed them into the herd of elephants.

The elephant was frightened by the fire, and no matter how the brutes above drove it, they stopped advancing, and trampled many of them to death in a panic.

"The whole army attacked! Kill the thief army!" Han Zhiyuan studed.

Tens of thousands of soldiers of the Zhaowu Army exuded an astonishing momentum, shouting and killing!

Both sides will no longer be retained, and the final decisive battle will be fought outside Xinyi City.

Before Qu Sang sent out his troops, he had already noticed the strength of the Zhaowu army. Not long after the fight, my heart sank. He had just clearly seen that a soldier of the Zhaowu Army had cut down three of his own soldiers in a row in a very short period of time, and he was unharmed under the protection of his armor.

Less than half an hour after the full-scale war began, the brutes gradually fell into disadvantage. As Han Zhiyuan had predicted before, if there was no accident between the two armies, it would be impossible for the Zhaowu army to lose to the barbarians.

Chen Zhe's side was not very easy, Zhu Fan was completely desperate and rushed forward.

Zhu Fan knew the strength of the barbarians better than everyone else, and knew that Qu Sang and Yongzhe would not last long. Once they lose, they are all gone.

In order not to be called a barbarian again, he spent half his life to build Xinyi City, which was more important than his life, equivalent to everything he had.

Now Li Zhao actually wants to take it away, which is even more uncomfortable than killing him.

Zhu Fan became more and more crazy, his expression was hideous, his eyes were full of rage, and there was only one thought left in his heart, to kill all the Zhaowu Army.

Chen Zhe's pressure is increasing, and a very small number of enemy troops have broken through the Zhaowu army's blockade.

"Kill them all! Rush forward for me!" Zhu Fan roared as he waved his knife.

However, Yongzhe didn't want to fight anymore, he really couldn't hold on, the casualties in his department were too heavy, although he was greedy for Zhu Fan's money and food, it was impossible to die for him. Moreover, the mountains and forests are also a place where the weak eat the strong, and if his strength becomes weaker, he will be swallowed up by other tribes sooner or later.

Regardless of Zhu Fan and Qu Sangshang in the battle, Yongzhe fled the battlefield first. His withdrawal instantly affected everyone.

Qu Sang was furious and cursed Yongzhe for being selfish. Since Yongzhe had run away, it was impossible for him to stay any longer, so he hurriedly led his troops to evacuate the battlefield.

Soon, the brutes left behind the dead bodies and fled for their lives.

Han Zhiyuan pursued and killed the barbarians while sending people to support Chen Zhe.

Zhu Fan couldn't accept the fate of defeat, his eyes were red, he was sweating profusely, and he was still desperately swinging his knife, but he was never able to move forward.

The eldest son, Zhu Wei, saw that the general situation was gone, gave up the battle, and took the initiative to surrender to the Zhaowu army.

A large number of Zhaowu troops joined the siege of Zhu Fan, and there were fewer and fewer people around him, either dead or surrendered.

Chen Zhe had no intention of persuading him to surrender, and dozens of crossbowmen led arrows to shoot them.

Zhu Fan was hit by countless arrows, and before he died, he threw the long knife at Chen Zhe. It's a pity that the accuracy is too poor, and Chen Zhe easily dodged it.