Murong Yanzhao led the Qingqiang to rush down from the river bank. Because of the sudden change, Liu Chengjun had no time to respond, so he caught the old general off guard.

Dozens of guards around him were killed, and he was also wrapped up and retreated repeatedly.

"Friends, no matter which god you worship, you must always be conscience in life!"

"The thieves from the Northern Han Dynasty are going to dig open the Yellow River and flood your home! Can everyone bear it?"

"I'm still a little bit bloody. I'm still a man, just follow us to kill the enemy!"

...

Murong Yanqing not only knows how to be a great god, but also has a trick to bewitch people's hearts. He asked his young and strong men to shout together. The Manichae church members who were brought over were unwilling to listen to Liu Chengjun's orders because the knife was pressed on their necks, and they had no choice. Now, when they saw that if the river embankment was really dug, let alone them, even their families would suffer.

At this time, nothing is as important as life!

A big man suddenly rose up. He poked the Northern Han Army's chest with a shovel. The metal and bones hit, making a cracking sound. The Northern Han Army's sternum was broken, and the ribs pierced into the lungs. Blood was sprayed out along the mouth and nose, as if he had reached the Shura Hell!

The big man raised the shovel and shone his abdomen, and then suddenly.

"I'm a Manichi, but I won't be a dog for you!" The man killed this guy and continued to pounce on the next one. He waved the shovel wildly. The Northern Han army was so scared that he retreated step by step. There was a short and strong guy with a fierce face and cursed, "What else can you do if you can't kill a commoner?"

He waved the scimitar in his hand and slashed it over, cutting off the handle of the big man's shovel. He showed a smug smile and waved his hand and hit the big man's shoulder. Plasma came out of the wound, and the big man pointed to the ground on one knee.

The short and strong guy wanted to draw his sword and continued to slash, but found that the big man's hands were tightly clasped on the scimitar, and his eyes were filled with hot flames!

"not good!"

The short and strong guy wanted to retreat, but it was finished. The wooden stick, iron fork, kitchen knife, and pickaxe fell down together. His head was smashed, and his body thumped and he knelt in front of the man.

The flames in the big man's eyes gradually faded, and he fought to the death two, and he was enough!

More than a thousand Manichaeans, as well as sailors and fishermen on the boat, rushed up, holding poles and harpoons in their hands, and rushed towards the Northern Han army.

Everyone knows that these beasts want to dig up the Yellow River and destroy everyone's homes. If they don't fight with them, are they still considered human beings!

Speaking of which, Liu Chengjun was also unlucky. He brought the elite troops of the Northern Han Dynasty. Even if he faced Ye Hua's cavalry guards, he might not suffer any losses. But this time, his mind was on the Yellow River embankment, leaving two thousand people on the north bank, and only one thousand people brought over. Moreover, there were still nine hundred people without war horses in this thousand.

Cavalry that loses horses is not as good as infantry.

Murong Yanzhao's subordinates were hundreds of young and strong men, more than one hundred yamen runners, and more than one thousand Manichaeans, almost twice the strength of the troops.

The big guy made a big move and defeated Liu Chengjun, leaving more than 200 bodies, and more than 300 people were washed away by the river!

Faced with this result, Liu Chengjun went crazy. He suddenly strangled his horse and looked back at his subordinates. His facial features were so angry that he moved his position.

He can lose to Ye Hua or even Yang Ye, but he cannot accept that he will lose to a group of mobs!

I am the prince of the Han Dynasty and I am the one who wants to inherit the country for thousands of miles.

Now he has been defeated by a group of ordinary people. What is this?

"Listen, go back with me and kill all these untouchables, and leave no one behind!"

Liu Chengjun regrouped and came back again.

At this time, the two Murong Yanzhao looked at each other and raised their hearts.

The sudden sneak attack severely damaged the Northern Han army, but after all, they were regular personnel. The elite among the elites could not beat them with them.

"Brother, why don't we stop when we see it?"

"No!" Murong Yanzhao shook his head vigorously, "Three brothers, don't forget that Liu Chengjun wants to dig the Yellow River. If we retreat, what should we do if the river embankment? Even if we are all dead now, it doesn't matter. The key is the Yellow River embankment! It must be safe and sound!"

The old general thought about it and immediately called the older clerk over.

"We have to worry about you to go out and warn other places and ask for reinforcements... Before the reinforcements of the court come, we must hold Liu Chengjun tightly and not give him time to dig the embankment!"

The old official nodded, "I understand, but it's not appropriate to let me go." He turned around and found a few young yamen runners, and after giving in, he asked them to go and deliver the letter quickly.

"Oh, old general, I have been a yamen runner for most of my life. To be honest, I have never lost any good reputation! When I walk on the ground, the villagers nodded and bowed, but I know in my heart that they are scolding me behind me! Scolding us all!" The old official took a deep breath. He held a snatched scimitar and rubbed blood on the soles of his shoes, and then raised his head, "Just just now, I lifted a Shatuo man into the river, and then chopped another person's head. I got this knife! It's so good! I've never been so happy! Even if I die now, I'm worth it!"

While speaking, someone hurried over and said that Liu Chengjun had killed him again, and the crowd was in chaos.

The old official glared at the yamen runners and said, "Brothers, after eating the rich and rich paste for so many years, we are still able to be a coward like Luqiu Zhongqing, don't you think?"

"Yes, yes! Yang Tou is right!"

"That's right!"

The old official was like drunk, his face turned red, and he held up his scimitar.

"Brothers, follow me and rush!"

The thin and dry old official rushed to the front, and behind him were less than 100 yamen runners, and some of them had already died in the battle just now.

The old official stepped on the muddy ground, fell several times, and got up several times, covered in mud, and was in a mess, but from beginning to end, the knife in his hand was held high. Until a Northern Han soldier used his spear to penetrate his chest, the old official bleeding from his mouth and nose, and used all his last strength and shouted loudly, "Crush, hurry!"

All the more than a hundred yamen runners rushed up, no one fled or retreated.

They had no armor, had not received much training, had only had iron rulers to bully the people, and were dressed in soap clothes of yamen runners.

But it is this soapy suit that determines that they are different from ordinary people, and they must rush to the forefront!

Tears surged in Murong Yanzhao and Murong Yanqing's eyes.

The old general raised his sword and roared: "Come on, rush on!"

All the young and strong people, as well as the Manichaeans, were no longer distinguished from each other. They all had their eyes red and rushed towards Liu Chengjun and the Northern Han army.

We have nothing else, we have a life and a bloody heart!

Even if you die, you must protect your hometown and our loved ones!

On the bank of the Yellow River, the bloodiest battle was staged. The weak people were actually the attacking side. They did not retreat or fear, but only kept moving forward.

The green and strong man at the entrance of the garden was dead. The people around him came to hear the news, and more and more people joined the battle.

Liu Chengjun looked up blankly, and he was frightened by the crowd from all directions.

Too many, so many that make your scalp numb!

Are these people crazy?

Even though you know it's life, you still want to die?

Liu Chengjun was crazy and had a great temper. Since he dared to come, he would let the prince kill him happily.

I don’t know how many people were chopped down, but the sword in his hand was curled. The farmer who had been killed did not die immediately. He stabbed Liu Chengjun with the iron fork in his hand.

His Royal Highness's thigh was stabbed and blood immediately flowed out.

Liu Chengjun was stunned. He was the noble prince. How could he be stabbed by a lowly farmer? Liu Chengjun was angry and urged his horse to trample the farmer's body, but suddenly found that there were many farmers in front of him. Their turbulent anger gathered together, which made Liu Chengjun shudder.

His head finally woke up. His task was to dig the Yellow River. What's the use of fighting hard with these ordinary people?

After he figured it out, he immediately urged his horse, called his subordinates, and rushed outside.

Murong Yanzhao suffered two injuries on his body, and the worst part had already exposed his bones... The old general gritted his teeth and leaned on his sword.

"Hurry up, work harder, don't let them run away, can't!"

There were two young and strong men who used their shoulders to raise the old general, commanded everyone, rushed forward, and dragged Liu Chengjun's footsteps... At this moment, changes also occurred north of the Yellow River.

Liu Chengjun failed to dig the Yellow River smoothly, but instead fell into a hard battle. The Shatuo cavalry on the north bank were anxious, but the ships were all on the south bank, so they had no choice but to collect ships and cross the river quickly.

But at this moment, Murong Deye led a thousand pioneers and finally appeared.

"General, we found that there was the Northern Han army ahead!"

Murong Deye's heart immediately hangs!

not good!

Sure enough, the Marquis expected that they really wanted to dig the Yellow River!

Beast!

"Hurry up, take the banner of the marquis and rush for me!"

Murong Deye looks dull and shy, but he is quite interested when he goes to the battlefield.

He asked his subordinates to take the banner of Ye Hua and the Cavalry Guards, and then immediately rushed towards the Shatuo cavalry on the north bank. With the situation of the Luzhou soldiers, it was impossible to defeat the world-famous Hedong Iron Cavalry and Shatuo Xiong soldiers!

But the problem is that the Shatuo people are now without a leader and are guilty of being thieves.

When I saw the big banner of Ye, I just thought Ye Hua led his troops, and they were all so scared that they were all gone.

Someone wanted to inform His Highness the Crown Prince, but he was separated by the Yellow River and could only do nothing!

"Kill! Kill these beasts!"

Murong Deye took the lead and crashed into the crowd, which was unstoppable. The other Luzhou soldiers also performed very well. Everyone's eyes were red. If these Shatuo thieves dig open the Yellow River, that would be great!

The big guy burst out ten times his combat power, and he was all desperate.

People can die, but rivers cannot be thrown away!

Murong Deye's fierce attack worked, and his rush cut the Shatuo soldiers into two parts. The surrendered general Zhang Fu was frightened. He was more afraid of Ye Hua's name than anyone else.

This guy ran away with his head. As soon as he ran away, the entire Shatuo soldier dispersed... Murong Deye wiped his blood, and his little white face turned into a ghost-like red color.
Chapter completed!