The one with the cherry blossoms and the one without the cherry blossoms, no matter the other side is the former robes or fathers and sons, they must kill him without hesitation. In the war, the lives of soldiers no longer belong to themselves, but to the head of the family, generals, and a country.

The two sides fought in this narrow battlefield. One hour passed and two hours passed. The battle group became thinner and thinner, and more and more corpses lying on the battlefield.

On the battlefield, both sides were exhausted, and Zhao Yong's men were even more exhausted.

The family armed forces of Gongzi Jie from the villa were also blocking their defense line again and again. The defense line of the congested army that blocked them was already in danger.

Zhao Yong jumped: "It's over, it's over, our soldiers and soldiers on the main battlefield are tired and can't hold on for long. We lost in this battle." As he said, Gongzijie's armed forces began to slowly gain the upper hand and began to oppress Feiyi's team, allowing Feiyi's team and the team protected behind to close. Feiyi had already suffered from an unfavorable situation of being attacked from both sides.

Zhao Yongfei Yi was sure to lose.

"I haven't lost yet." A plain voice sounded in Zhao Yong's ears.

Turning his head to look, he saw Zhao Xing tied a sword with a cloth strip to his hands and tied his robe into a Hu clothing. Sanbai Junqiu Shi also tied his war skirt into a Hu clothing like the head of the family.

Zhao Xing ordered, "Zhao Hu drove the car, Zhao Wuji car left, Zhao Liang, car right, let's fight."

Zhao Wuji asked anxiously: "But, we don't have a tank."

Zhao Xing pulled Zhao Yong out of his car and threw it on the ground, then jumped up quickly.

The coachman was shocked: "Without a car, how can the prince escape from the battlefield? (escape)"

Zhao Xing kicked the angry driver down: "I am defeated. Is it necessary for him to go back? Is it necessary to go back to die? Is it better to die here in a dignified manner when I go back to be humiliated and die.

Zhao Yong got up: "The teacher is right. If this battle fails, I will never die if I accept humiliation." As he said that, he climbed into the car: "I will advance and retreat with the teacher."

Zhao Xing kicked again: "Get out." Then suddenly his heart was filled with warmth and reluctance. No matter what, this was the first person he saw when he came to this world.

It's like any moving thing that the little chicken sees at first glance is like a mother.

I spent two months of hardships and experienced many hardships. Although I had unreasonable thoughts about him, I still formed a deep brotherly relationship. This time I went there, I was going to reverse the war, but it was actually a gamble. If I won the bet, I would have it all. If I lost the bet, I might have no life.

Seeing the little guy who was kicked to the ground and rolling and crawling, he got out of the car again, and couldn't help but hold him tightly in his arms and press his mouth to his ears to remind him: "What I said just now is to improve morale. Don't take it seriously. Wait a minute, you will run away the first time when you see something bad. Give up the Zhao people's iron blood, give up the pride of the nobles, and then find a family of aunts and aunts to hide, and live safely until they are seventy-eighty."

Zhao Yong didn't expect that his teacher brother would have such a tender side, and he couldn't help but shout firmly: "I fight with my teacher brother. I am a Zhao person, and I will never be a coward."

Zhao Xing laughed heroically, then went up and pulled off the flag on the car and threw it to him: "Stand here, wave the flag and shout for my brother. Look at the teacher, brother, I will win you, see the teacher, a country, and a position of emperor who is the common ruler of the world." Then the sword pointed directly at the battlefield: "Three hundred lords, Qiushi, will not return if they cannot win, kill--"

Zhao Hu roared, shook the reins and rushed out of the woods and down the hillside. Sanbai Junqiushi followed the head of the family out of the woods, down the hillside, and towards the battlefield.

Both sides were exhausted, but the Zhao people's blood would never stop until they were drained, and the other was the concept of never returning them until they were won, and the battle was still going on fiercely.

Half of the 20,000 people have fallen. The 300 family armed forces led by Zhao Xing rushed to this battlefield with tens of thousands of people, and there is still no possibility of changing the ending of this battle.

But when Zhao Xing was watching the battle and studying, he had long focused on a white-haired and bearded veteran in Gongzijie's team. The veteran commanded and looked calm. Under his command, the operation of Gongzijie's family armed forces was as smooth as flowing.

This is the key to the outcome of this war. Zhao Xing decided to abandon the excellent virtues of savoring old and loving poor people and kill him directly.

"Shoot the horses first, capture the thief first, capture the king, follow me, kill the white-bearded old man, and rush."

Zhao Hu immediately understood the easy-to-understand language, shaking the reins and adjusting the direction of the horse. The chariot rushed into the battle formation and rushed towards the enemy general.

Zhao Wuji on the left used a long spear to knock down one enemy after another, and the bow and arrow in Zhao Liang's hand on the right shot out like a bead cannon.

According to the current war rules, Zhao Xing's approach is definitely not gentlemanly or obeys the rules. However, according to the war rules slowly formed now, in order to win the war, all gentlemen and rules were abandoned. He used all means to achieve the final victory of the war, and this was the goal.

At this time when life and death were at stake, the other party did not expect such a sudden new force to penetrate into the battlefield.

Zhao Xing and his Junqiu San Hundreds, who were unruly, broke into the enemy's formation like a hot knife cutting into butter. Before Zhao Xing's sword was stained with blood, he rushed to the white-bearded old man. Just as the white-bearded old man was stunned, he swung the sword - but unfortunately, the sword was short and the enemy was far away, and he did not reach the opponent.

You snatched Zhao Wuji's long spear and waved it out. The sharp spear hooked the head of the old man with white beard.

Clean and neat.

Just as the head did not land, Zhao Xing roared and jumped onto the other party's chariot, grabbed the hair that was about to land, raised it high, and shouted loudly: "Rebellion was killed, the rest are innocent, and surrender will not be killed."

The battlefield immediately condensed. Whether it was the enemy or his own people, tens of thousands of eyes were looking at Zhao Xing, who was holding a head like a god. Zhao Xing looked at the hill in the distance under the attention of the crowd. Zhao Yong was jumping up and down there, shaking the big flag at the top of his lungs, cheering for himself.

When he saw Zhao Xing lifting the pale head, Zhao Yong sat down on the ground and cried involuntarily.

The head of the family, the old son Cheng, died in battle, the battle was over, and the continued fratricide of brothers and feet was meaningless. Groups of young son Jie's family armed forces knelt down and surrendered.

Zhao Yong rushed over, but paused halfway, and Qiqiaiai asked: "Teacher brother, you won't kick me again, right?"
Chapter completed!