Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

The difference is nothing more than standing in the same place and being drowned by random arrows, or rushing into the crowd and fighting for survival.

Then go to fight, then go to fight for your life, kill the person in front of you, maybe you can survive.

Maybe this is what everyone was thinking amidst the shouts of killing.

Dong Zhuo's army began to retreat inconceivably. This Xiliang army, which had experienced many battles, seemed to be being retreated by Sun Jian's troops.

The line of soldiers retreated step by step, and Hu Zhen in the battle formation looked at the army in astonishment.

He didn't understand why his army was not the opponent of Sun Jianjun. Even if it wasn't, it was impossible for him to be defeated at the very beginning of the confrontation.

But Dong Zhuojun was really retreating, as if he had already begun to show his defeat.

The moment Hu Zhen was in a trance, a roar came from beside him.

He turned his head back, and Sun Jian came on horseback holding an ancient ingot knife, with a ferocious expression on his face, the knife was held in his hand, and the bright light of the knife illuminated Hu Zhen's side face , also illuminated his panicked eyes.

"Crack!"

The blade brought a spatter of blood and pulled it past Hu Zhen's throat.

The knife didn't hesitate at all, as if killing people was no different from killing chickens and dogs.

There was a sharp pain in the throat, and the flesh on the neck was torn apart, and the knife made a sound of air leaking as if a skin had been cut open.

Hu Zhen has experienced the feeling of cutting the enemy's throat many times, but this is the first time his own throat has been cut.

It should be the last time too.

Without the slightest hesitation, the saber flashed again, and this time it cut off Hu Zhen's neck completely, and the knife edge was stained with minced meat and blood.

Hu Zhen's eyes twirled for a while, everything in front of him turned upside down, and he couldn't feel the existence of his body. Before his eyes darkened, the last appearance he saw was Sun Jian holding a blood-stained knife.

There is no time for fascination on the battlefield, a slight mistake is a matter of losing one's life, and there is no second chance.

Sun Jian watched Hu Zhen's headless body fall off the horse, turned his head sideways and shouted loudly.

"The enemy will give the leader, defeat the enemy and capture the flag!"

The loudness of that shout subdued the chaotic fighting sounds on the battlefield, and Sun Jian's army's offensive was fierce again, about to break through Dong Zhuo's army's defense line.

Suddenly, a flag was waved in the position behind Dong Zhuo's army, and the sound of golden bells sounded.

There was a whistling sound.

A chaotic army of soldiers and horses withdrew from the battle formation and fled towards the main formation.

Seeing that Dong Zhuojun had fled, the soldiers in Sun Jian's army also stopped and looked at their leader.

"My lord, what should we do?" A lieutenant approached and asked.

Sun Jian frowned as he watched the retreating army, swung the long knife in his hand, and the blood on the knife was thrown to the ground.

"Don't chase after poor bandits, retreat first."

There is fraud in it, this is his intuition.

Others don't understand, how could he not understand the strength of his army?

Dong Zhuo's army is composed of the Xiliang Army, and it is still possible to win if they fight hard.

It was absurd to win so easily.

His eyes fell to the ground, and Hu Zhen's head was still there.

This made Sun Jian frowned even deeper.

If it's a feint, then why doesn't this team flee, but fight here?

This general's force is not weak, if he hadn't seized the opportunity of the opponent's ecstasy, it would be impossible to kill him with a single blow.If he wanted to run away, he wouldn't be able to keep it.

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

"withdraw."

The soldiers and horses left in the smoke and dust.

In Dong Zhuojun's main formation, Hua Xiong narrowed his eyes meaningfully as he looked at Sun Jian's troops leaving.

"This Sun Jian is cautious and a bit difficult to deal with."

While talking, he turned his head to a Xiaoqi beside him and said, "Go and monitor the situation of his troops and report to the army at any time."

"Yes!" Xiaoqi clasped his fists, lowered his head, and retreated.

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

He has four generals who followed him in the early years, and they are all people with outstanding martial arts. Their names are: Cheng Pu, Huang Gai, Han Dang, and Zu Mao.

But at this time sitting in front of Sun Jian was Huang Gai, this general was not young, his temples were already slightly white, it could be seen that he was almost past his prime.Even so, it still feels brave.

At this time, Huang Gai half-kneeled in front of Sun Jian with a worried face.

"My lord, the food we've been waiting for won't last long, and Yuan Shu's supplies haven't arrived yet. Do we need to retreat first?"

Indeed, Yuan Shudui's food and grass hadn't arrived for a long time, even if the delivery of luggage was slow, so could it be that something went wrong?

Sun Jian pondered for a while and said.

"I'll order someone to urge you. You can't relax in the past few days. I'm afraid that Dong Zhuo's vanguard will be deceitful and want to make a surprise attack."

"Yes, my lord, I will pass it on." Huang Gai nodded and said, before retreating.

There may be chaos at any time if there is no food in the army, it must be done quickly, and Dong Zhuo's vanguard generals do not seem to be brave and foolhardy.Sun Jian frowned and heaved a sigh of relief.

This battle, it seems, is not easy to fight.

At night, a light cavalry galloped out of Sun Jian's barracks.

The horse whipped quickly, almost pushing the horse to the extreme, until the horse ran with white foam on its mouth.

About an hour or two later, Qingqi rushed into a barracks, and two soldiers guarding the camp gate stopped Qingqi with spears.

"Who is coming?"

Qingqi reined in the horse. The horse was panting heavily, and its legs seemed to be shaking. The person sitting on it gasped slightly, and lifted up a roll of letters in his hand.