I'm afraid this time it's more dangerous than safe.

But so what.

At this point, if we fight, we will have hope of survival, but if we don’t fight, we will die.

"Hold on for another three days, and the people of Bazhou will have retreated." Xia Yong said, feeling the thunderous sound of horses' hooves in front of him and looking at the terrified expressions of the Zhou soldiers around him, he shouted loudly and raised the crossbow in his hand, "Kill."

He took the lead and led the charge.

The soldiers had formed a habit and ran without hesitation as the army formation moved.

"Kill!"

They had no more distractions, urged their horses to maintain the battle line, and followed Xia Yong to roll forward to meet the oncoming Jin soldiers.

The sound of horses' hooves caused dust to fly as the two armies collided.

The fighting was deafening.

Watching the two sides fighting fiercely, the soldiers lined up in the army stood still, without any sadness or pain, without any knowledge or feeling, with a dull expression, just waiting for orders.

Zhao Hanqing rode his horse back and forth in the open space in the battle formation, seeming a little anxious and impatient.

"Han Qing, are you afraid?" Miss Jun said suddenly.

"What are you afraid of?" Zhao Hanqing said, looking ahead with bright eyes, "Sister, when can I go into battle?"

I had no intention of listening to Miss Jun at all.

Miss Jun smiled.

"I'm afraid this time it's not going to be good." She said, looking a little solemn, "A large number of Jin troops are gathering here."

Zhao Hanqing said "Oh".

"Are you scared?" she asked.

Miss Jun smiled and shook her head.

Zhao Hanqing also smiled and shook his head.

"Then why should I be afraid?" She said with a bit of pride, "Am I not as good as you? If you can do it, so can I."

Let my dad know that I can be no worse than others.

Miss Jun laughed and put down the crossbow.

"I'm not as good as you in bows and crossbows." She said, taking out a long whip, "I'll use this."

Zhao Hanqing uttered a sound.

"You know this? Why didn't you tell me?" she said, "I want to learn it too."

Miss Jun smiled and nodded.

"Okay, I'll teach you when we get back this time," she said.

Yang Jing on the side lowered his eyes.

If I could go back.

Miss Jun is about to go into battle, which shows that she has made the decision to die.

After fighting for such a long time, both manpower and weapons have been severely damaged. More and more Jin soldiers are heading south, and this time the situation is indeed dangerous.

…

The situation in Baozhou was even worse than that in Bazhou.

Firstly, because Duke Cheng was stationed near Baozhou, the people retreated slowly out of trust in him. Secondly, the nearby provincial capital was also on guard and refused to open the city gates at first.

When Zhu Zan led the Shenzhou troops to Baozhou, the peace talks officially ended, the Zhou troops retreated, and the Jin troops poured in like a tide.

Baozhou was filled with fleeing civilians, followed closely by the Jin soldiers.

Villages and towns were trampled to pieces, and everywhere you looked there was smoke and broken walls.

The sound of fighting was heard in front of a village.

The battle finally ended as the last Jin soldier was cut in two by a saber.

Corpses were scattered on the ground, some of which belonged to Jin soldiers and some to Zhou soldiers.

Zhu Zan, covered in blood, looked around. Of the 700 people who came out, there were less than 300 left, and each of them was injured.

He raised his sleeve and wiped the blood off his face.

Some are our own and some are from the Jin soldiers.

But because there was blood on his sleeves, it made his face look even more ugly after he wiped it.

Zhu Zan assigned some people to take care of the wounded comrades, and waved his hand to the others.

"See if there are any survivors in this village," he said.

The houses in the village that had just been looted by the Jin soldiers were still burning, emitting a burnt smell.

This stinks.

Several soldiers could not help but cover their noses, while Zhu Zan and the woodcutter suddenly changed color, quickened their pace and rushed inside following the smell.

What happened? The soldiers from Shenzhou hurried to catch up, but just as they entered the village, they stopped in their tracks, and everyone's hair stood on end.

The soldiers who were used to seeing life and death also uttered a low cry and stiffened their bodies as they looked ahead.

A pile of firewood was burning at the entrance of the village, and the foul stench was coming from there.

But a closer look revealed that it was not a pile of firewood, but a pile of human corpses.

Although many of them had been burnt black, one could still vaguely tell they were men, women, old and young, and they were obviously villagers here.

Although he had served as a soldier in the north, killed gold thieves, seen battlefields, and suppressed bandits, he had never seen such a tragic scene in all these years.

Many soldiers covered their mouths and choked.

Zhu Zan looked at the scene and suddenly burst into laughter, his eyes seemed to be stained red with blood.

"Look, look, this is the end of losing your home and your country." He shouted hoarsely, pointing at the burning corpses, "My Great Zhou, my Great Zhou! People are like firewood! People are like firewood!"

How did my Great Zhou become like this?

Everyone stood at the entrance of the village. The injuries on their bodies did not make them cry, but now many of them had tears in their eyes when they saw this scene.

Zhu Zan laughed a few times, turned around and ran out of the village.

"Kill the thief," he shouted.

The scattered horses were gathered again, and the soldiers mounted their horses one after another, following Zhu Zan and galloping northward. A town was faintly visible ahead.

"Prince!" A soldier came from behind and shouted, "Don't go forward."

He stopped his horse, looking anxious.

"The Jin soldiers have already occupied the town, and tens of thousands of them are coming," he said. "Jiang Caoshou asks the prince to retreat quickly. We can no longer stay here."

Zhu Zan reined in his horse and looked forward. He seemed to hear faint cries of people coming from the wilderness.

"How can I give up? How can I give up?" He whispered, then he kicked the horse's belly, pointed the long sword in his hand forward, and ran forward, passing the soldier.

The people behind him did not stop at all, and followed Zhu Zan closely and rolled forward.

"You are crazy!" the soldier shouted, anxious and puzzled, "The Jin soldiers are coming."

It was precisely because the Jin soldiers were coming that they rushed forward without hesitation.

We must not give up, we must not give up. We must save as many people as we can. Otherwise, they have seen with their own eyes what will happen to these people.

The soldiers and horses galloped, and the city ahead became clearer and clearer.

Every soldier held the long sword tightly in his hand, waiting for the upcoming bloody battle.

The howling sound seemed to come from the horizon.

The galloping men were slightly startled. Zhu Zan raised his head with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Is this the call to retreat?

…

This is the horn for the Jin people to withdraw their troops.

Yang Jing was very sure. Hearing the whistling horns in front of him and seeing that the Jin soldiers were indeed retreating after a wave of fighting.

What is going on?

Xia Yong, Li Guorui and others who reunited after the battle in the front also looked confused.

They were panting, their bodies and faces covered in blood, and they did not look relaxed as they watched the Jin soldiers retreating like a tide.

"Are the Jin soldiers gathering together to prepare for a new round of attack?" said a general.

Very likely.

Xia Yong gripped the long knife tightly with his injured hand.

"Line up, form a formation," he shouted.

…

The sun is shining brightly, and the spring breeze is blowing, but it's a pity that the air is filled with the smell of blood, which makes it impossible to be intoxicated.

It was unknown how long the Fang Zhen had been in place, but no Jin soldiers came again.

Blood slid down his forehead and into the corners of his eyes. Blinking was no longer enough to clear his vision, so Xia Yong had to raise his hand to wipe it off.

This action is particularly conspicuous in the entire square formation.

As a leader, this is an unforgivable action, but Xia Yong doesn't want to delve into it now.

"Something's wrong." He turned his head and said.