For a Prosperous World

The guns slammed together and tilted down, like a fallen forest, making the sound of that collapse.

People standing in front of the army formation were penetrated by spears or cut through their throats with their swords. They watched the armor on their body stained with their own blood.

Standing behind the military array, they rushed forward with the rain of arrows that never ended. Some of the arrows fell to the ground, and some rushed into the front and fell into the crowd.

On the battlefield, there is no place for people to survive, just as there is no place for people to live in peace.

The difference is nothing more than being drowned by arrows at the same place, or rushing into the crowd and trying to survive.

Then try to kill, then fight, kill the person in front of you, maybe you can survive.

Maybe this is what everyone was thinking in the shouting and killing.

Dong Zhuojun's front began to retreat inconceivably. This battle-hardened Xiliang Army seemed to be being repelled by Sun Jian.

The line of troops stepped back step by step, and Hu Hu in the battle array looked at the army.

He didn't understand why his army would not be Sun Jianjun's opponent. Even if it wasn't, it wouldn't be possible for him to start defeating as soon as he started confrontation.

But Dong Zhuojun is really retreating, as if he has begun to show his defeat.

As soon as Hu Yan was fascinated, a roar came from his side.

He turned his head, and Sun Jian drove the horse with an ancient ingot knife. His expression on his face was haggard. The knife was held in his hand. The bright knife light illuminated Hu's side face. , Also illuminated his panic eyes.

"Oh!"

The blade brought a splash of blood and pulled it across Hu's throat.

The knife didn't hesitate, as if there was no difference between killing and killing a chicken.

There was a sharp pain in the throat, and the flesh on the neck was torn open. The knife sounded like a slit in a skin, making a leaking sound.

Hu Yi felt the feeling of cutting the enemy's throat many times, and his throat was cut for the first time.

It should be the last time.

Without the slightest hesitation, the knife light rose again, this time completely cutting Hu's neck, and the knife edge was stained with minced meat mixed with plasma.

For a moment, Hu Yan's eyes turned round and round, everything in front of him turned over, and he couldn't feel the existence of the body. Before the eyes turned black, the last look he saw was the blood-stained knife.

On the battlefield, there is no time to be fascinating. A slight error is a matter of losing your life and there is no second chance.

Sun Jian watched Hu Yuan's headless body fall off the war horse, and shouted loudly when he turned his head to the side.

"The enemy will win the flag by defeating the enemy!"

The loud shouting suppressed the chaotic killings on the battlefield, and the Jian Jian's offensive was another fierce attack.

Suddenly, a banner was waved in Dong Zhuojun's position, and the sound of gold rang.

A whistling sound.

A chaotic army of horses withdrew from the battlefield and fled towards the front.

When Dong Zhuojun fled, the soldiers and soldiers in Sun Jian's formation stopped and looked at his general.

"Master, what do you do?" A vice general asked closer.

Sun Jian watched the retreating army frown and waved the long knife in his hand. The blood on the knife was thrown to the ground.

"The poor Kou Mo chase, withdraw first."

There was fraud, which was his intuition.

Others don't understand, how could he not understand the geometry of his military?

Dong Zhuo's army is composed of the Xiliang Army. It is still possible to win through hard work.

It was so easy to win, some were too absurd.

Eyes fell to the ground, and Hu Yan's head fell there.

This makes Sun Jian's brow deeper.

If it was a fraud, why would this front not flee but fight here?

This military force is not weak, if he did not seize the timing of the other party's imagination, it would not be possible to kill him with one stroke. If he were to flee himself, it would not be possible to keep it.

Looking back at his army, Sun Jian said with a lot of puzzlement and doubt.

"withdraw."

The soldiers and horses left on the dust.

In Dong Zhuojun's home position, Huaxiong looked at the departing Sun Jian's ministry, narrowing his eyes deeply.

"This Sun Jian is cautious, but it is a bit difficult to deal with."

While talking, he turned his head to one of the Snapbacks and said, "You monitor the situation of the Ministry and report it to the army at any time."

"Yes!" Xiao Qi bowed his head with his fists and retreated.

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In the camp of Sun Jian, Sun Jian was sitting in a tent with a general in front of him.

He has four ministries who followed him at an early age, and they are all martial arts elites. Their names are: Cheng Pu, Huang Gai, Han Dang, and Zu Mao.

At this time, Huang Gai, who was sitting before Sun Jian, was not too young. The two widows were already pale, and it could be seen that he was about to reach his prime. Even so, it still feels brave.

At this time, Huang Gai was kneeling anxiously in front of Sun Jian.

"My lord, it will not be long before I wait for the forage, but Yuan Shu's supplies have not arrived yet. Do I need to retreat first?"

Indeed, Yuan Shu's forage has not come for a long time. Even if the heavy transportation is slow, it should be the same. Could it be an error?

Sun Jian groaned for a while and said.

"I'll order someone to urge you. You can't relax in public these days. I'm afraid that Dong Zhuo's pioneer will be cheating and want to do a surprise attack."

"Yes, lord, I will pass it on." Huang Gai nodded, and then retreated.

Without food in the army, chaos may occur at any time. It must be faster, and Dong Zhuo's pioneers will not seem to be brave. Sun Jian frowned and exhaled.

This battle seems to be difficult to fight.

At night, a light horse ran out of Sun Jian's barracks.

The horse quickly whipped, almost pushing the horse to the extreme, and the horse was running with white foam.

About one or two hours later ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Qingqi rushed into a barracks, and the two soldiers guarding the barracks stopped them with spears.

"Who is coming?"

The light horse strangled the horse, and the horse gasped, his legs seemed to be trembling, and the man sitting on it took a little gasp and lifted a letter in his hand.

"By the command of General Sun Jian, see Yuan Gong."

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A middle-aged man with a mustache was sitting on the bed. Although it was a camp account, the furnishings in the camp account were better.

Unlike the ordinary furnishings in an ordinary camp account, the beds in this camp account are made of mahogany and covered with brocade.

The mustache man's robe was also quite expensive, and he held a candlelight in front of him.

Holding a long sword in his hand.

The long sword came out of the sheath and ran across the hand. The cold light disappeared under the fire, and the person holding the sword watched it intently.