Sun Ce thought for a long time, but still shook his head. "If you control the more with less, the soldiers are too tired. Once Zulang seizes the opportunity to fight back, all his efforts may be wasted. Let it go. If he enters the city, he will do as you plan. If he doesn't enter the city, we will continue to pursue until he collapses.

Guo Jia was anxious and his voice became louder. "General, you can raise troops for a thousand days and use troops for a while to wipe out Zulang today. How can you pity the physical strength of the soldiers? At this time, shouldn't you give your all to do your best to achieve your full efforts?"

Sun Ce smiled and gently pressed Guo Jia's shoulder. "Fengxiao, I know your mood. I also want to kill Zulang in one breath, but this is too risky. Once you fail, the consequences will be unimaginable. I am still willing to keep three points in case of an accident."

Guo Jia's eyebrows raised, slowly flattened again, and his brows frowned slightly. He looked at Sun Ce. "General, you think about it again, it's a rare opportunity."

Pang Tong also said: "General, I think the plan to sacrificial wine is feasible. The bandits have been shaken by the general and are about to collapse. Our army has hundreds of knights, like tigers driving sheep, and there is no difficulty."

Sun Ce shook his head. "Whether a man or a horse, no matter how strong he is, he will be tired. Don't say anything, I have decided." After that, he turned over to the horse, took over the king's kill from Guo Wu, strangled the horse's reins, turned back and forth twice, and said, "Prepare as planned, give Zulang a last blow, and then start chasing."

Sun Ce kicked the horse and ran away. Yan Xing and Chen Dao followed, and two hundred knights followed closely.

Guo Jia exchanged glances with Pang Tong and spread his hands. Guo Jia watched Sun Ce approach the formation, raised his hand, and issued a counterattack order. The messenger shook the flags in his hand and passed the orders to each department. The drummer beat the war drum hard, making a rapid and powerful drum sound, indicating the beginning of the final counterattack.

The soldiers of the guards who were blocking the front shouted in unison, and the sword and shield hands and spearmen began to squeeze forward. The archer speeded up and shot with all their might, especially the archer. The hand kept swinging, and the arrow was like a meteor. The previous arrow just shot out, and the sound of the string was not stopped, and the new arrow was hit. The continuous shooting was almost impossible to see any obvious pause.

"Arrow, get an arrow!" The archers shouted loudly while shooting.

More than a dozen large baggage carts were pushed over, and two people worked together in each car. One person pushed the cart, one person lifted up one arrow bag, placed it in front of each archer, and threw the empty arrow bag back into the car. After running down, they were so tired that they were panting, but they had no time to rest, so they rushed back to the back formation.

The arrow rain suddenly became dense, and immediately hit Zulang and others with a stick. Even Zulang himself was hit by two arrows. The arrow went deep into the iron armor and pierced the flesh. It hurt so much that it was so painful when it moved. Zulang gritted his teeth, raised his sword and shouted, and ordered his subordinates to hold on, buying more time for the other troops. The bandits roared, raised the vine shield in their hands, and the bamboo shield covered the arrow rain, and rushed forward desperately.

Both sides fought each other, and no one was willing to let go.

Sun Ce came with his horse, Yan Xing kicked the horse and advanced with him, and said loudly: "General, I'll break the formation."

Sun Ce nodded. "Be careful."

"Thank you, General." Yan Xing raised the spear in his hand and shook it twice. The messenger beside him raised the horn and whimpered. The Xiliang knights immediately accelerated and grabbed Sun Ce in front of them. They took out the short spear from their leather bag, held it in their hands, took it over their shoulders, and accelerated their Mercedes-Benz.

When the captain of the personal guard camp heard the horn, he immediately shouted: "Do!Do!"

The two hundred-person square formations facing Zulang suddenly dispersed, giving up a gap. The bandits relaxed their pressure in front of them, and were happy, raising their swords and shouting, suddenly seeing a war horse approaching, and then they realized that the situation was not good. Before they could react, Yan Xing shouted loudly and threw out the short spear in his hand.

More than ten short spears whistled out with the help of horse speed. Although the speed is not as fast as the arrow, it is not inferior to that of the arrow.

"Bang!" The short spear hit the shield, and the shield cracked a big hole. The shield hand felt like it was struck by lightning, and the foothold was unstable, so he took two steps backwards.

"Puff!" The short spear thrust into the body, passing through the body, and blood splashed out.

Zulang heard the sound of the horn and saw the horse galloping from the horse. He watched the guards who were rushing to the front were stabbed by short spears and died on the spot. A gap appeared in the dense formation. Before he could react, more short spears flew over, and he instinctively shouted:

"Raising the shield--"

Countless shields were raised, but to no avail. In a moment, more than ten more people were hit by the whistling short spear.

"Turn—" Yan Xing ran to the front of the formation, suddenly turned around, made an almost impossible action, swept through the formation, and ran along the gap between the square formations.

Just in front of the soldiers on both sides, Yan Xing and the 100 Xiliang knights made an extremely exquisite blitzkrieg tactic. After returning from the horses, they returned to the battle, started the second assault, and threw out a batch of spears. On the not-so-wide infantry position, they rode the horses as if they were flying, advancing and retreating freely. It seemed extremely thrilling, but they grasped it just right. The huge war horse was as flexible as a deer. The soil kicked by the horse's hooves splashed the faces of the soldiers in the guard camp, but the war horses would hardly touch them.

After the initial surprise, the soldiers laughed and scolded.

"These barbarians from Xiliang are really good at riding horses."

"This short spear makes it good, tsk, it's simply invincible."

"Awesome, awesome, no wonder they are arrogant. They are indeed a little capital."

Hearing the always conceited soldiers of the Kaiwei Battalion, the Xiliang knights became more energetic, and they beat horses like flying and threw spears like rain, and used their riding skills and martial arts to the extreme. In three cycles in one breath, each of them threw three or four short spears.

Zulang's position was severely damaged and suffered heavy losses. More than a hundred guards around him fell down. The rest were so scared that their faces were pale and their legs were trembling, just like a slamming. The lethality of these short spears was too strong, even more scary than a powerful crossbow. Most of the short spears were killed, and those who were not dead fell to the ground, waiting for their final destiny in despair. Few people could still stand if they got hit by a short spear.

The fighting spirit of the bandits was defeated. When Yan Xing and others rode their horses again, many people turned around and ran away. No matter how Zulang shouted, they couldn't stop. The guards were also anxious. They ignored Zulang's struggle and hugged him and ran away.

Yan Xing retracted his short spear, rode his horse out of the gap, and rushed into the bandit formation. At the rise and fall of the spear, two bandits were killed by him.

Hundreds of knights followed closely, rushed into the fleeing bandit formation, killing them all, concentrating on assault, and fighting on their own. Although there were people everywhere on the battlefield, they looked as if nothing was left, like tigers entering a flock of sheep, galloping back and forth.

Sun Ce saw it and said to Chen Dao and others: "See it. When it comes to cavalry warfare, we still have a lot to learn."

Chen Dao was also surprised. "I didn't expect Yan Yanming's cavalry to be so exquisite, and it was amazing."

"It is better to retreat and build a net than to admire the fish in the abyss." Sun Ce raised the Overlord and roared fiercely. "Get out and kill Zulang--"

"Here!" The three thousand personal guards' infantry and cavalry shouted loudly and began to fight back in full swing.

The bandits collapsed all over the line.
Chapter completed!