Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

It will take a few more days for the rations on it to return.

"What is he going to do?" Frowning deeply, Sun Jian's voice was low.

Without the smile that was always on his lips, he looked like a tiger roaring in a low voice.

If this continues, the former army led by him will be defeated.

The estrangement between the princes began to show its effect and harm.

"My lord..." the messenger whispered tentatively.

"Wait another day, one more day, if the rations don't arrive, I will retire."

For Sun Jian, it is important to defeat Dong Zhuo and win achievements, but it is more important to preserve his own army.

There is no chance of winning, and it is impossible for him to entangle.

It's a pity that there is no day left for him to wait.

In Hua Xiong's army, Hua Xiong was riding on a horse with a long knife in his hand.

The soldiers and horses behind them are in armor, ready to fight.

Hua Xiong rode on his horse and smiled, he was worried that Sun Jian would not be fooled and could not attack.

Unexpectedly, the Xiaoqi who had been dispatched earlier came to report that Sun Jian was out of food at this time, it was God who was helping him.

"Leave the army!" Hua Xiong rode in front of him, since Luoyang, he hadn't heard the sound of a horse's hooves for a long time.

Listening to it now, it is indeed much better than the disturbing silk and bamboo sounds that the literati listened to.

"Today." Hua Xiong straightened his cloak: "Break that Sun Jianjun!"

"Howl!" There was a roar from the army formation behind him.

Like a pack of wolves howling, the wind tightened with a ferocious start, this is the original appearance of the Xiliang army running across Xiliang.

"drive!!"

War horses neigh.

It was silent in the middle of the night, and two people were guarding the battalion on a watchtower in Sun Jian's military headquarters. The vigil these few days was a bit unbearable.Not having enough to eat every day, being cold at night, and being unable to lie down to sleep really tested one's spirit.

A night watchman standing on the sentry tower stood with a spear in his hand, his eyelids were clenched, and he was about to close his eyes and fall asleep.

"Hey." The companion on the side patted him awake: "Don't fall asleep, it will be fatal if the camp is attacked."

"It's so easy to be attacked."

The soldier muttered: "I can't get enough to eat every day, and I don't let people sleep. Who can bear it? Just take a nap, even if someone really comes, won't you be watching?"

After speaking, he closed his eyes, leaned against the watchtower and sat down.

"This..." The companion standing aside hesitated for a moment.

"Tap Tat Tat..."

Suddenly there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance, and the soldier raised his head to look. In the night, he saw a swaying flame rushing towards him.

"Night, night attack, night attack!"

The soldiers shook in panic the people around them who were about to fall asleep.

The person leaning on the sentry tower showed impatience on his face. He didn't believe it. It was such a coincidence: "Where?"

He sat up and looked outside the sentry tower.

Countless flames were getting closer and closer, and the flames flickered in the wind, illuminating the person holding the flames.

It was a troop of cavalry, charging with torches.

The soldier's pupils narrowed very small, and he shouted loudly: "Enemy attack!"

There was no time for Sun Jianjun to prepare, and some people were even asleep when the cavalry team rushed forward.

Countless torches were thrown from the hands of the cavalry and landed on the tents in the barracks.

For a few breaths, the flames lit up the night.

Sun Jian was awakened by countless fire lights and chaotic footsteps.

After hearing the voice from outside the tent, he already knew that something was wrong. He walked out of the tent with a knife in his hand, seeing flames in front of his eyes, and people on fire crying and rolling on the ground.

He went on till the point of no return.

Sun Jian's army organized the withdrawal of as many troops as they could, and countless people ran out of the barracks in disorder.

But Hua Xiong's Xiliang Cavalry took up the speed and followed closely behind.

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"Drive!" Sun Jian urged the horse again, and the whip was whipped on the horse. Looking back, in the flames behind him, a group of cavalry broke through the flames and came after them.

Xiliang produced good horses, and the opponent's horses were obviously better than theirs, and their speed was also faster.

Moreover, most of the Xiliang army were Qingqi archers, which made the distance between the two armies even closer.

"Lord."

Sun Jian's general, Zu Mao, looked behind him and gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, he rushed up from behind Sun Jian with two knives in hand.

"Give me the hood and cloak, my lord!"

"What for?" Sun Jian asked loudly, the battlefield was in chaos, and the two could barely hear each other's voices without breathing.

"My lord is wearing a red turban and a red cloak in battle clothes. I think those people know how to chase so closely."

Zu Mao explained: "My lord, give me the headscarf and cloak, and I will lead the army to lead them away! Let's divide the army and retreat!"

"Mao Rong." Sun Jian's eyes froze, and he lowered his head: "Okay."

Knowing that it was not time to talk much, he took off the cloak and scarf from his head and shoulders, and handed them to Zu Mao on horseback.

"Mao Rong, remember to stay with me!" Sun Jian looked into Zu Mao's eyes and said in a deep voice.

He turned the horse's head and ran to the other side.

"How do you know?" Zu Mao looked at the cape in his hand, took a deep breath, tied the red scarf on his head, pulled the cape and put it on his body.