"Send the order, raise three wolf smokes, let Li and Kong attack, and beat the drums!" Zhou Ping immediately ordered. Soon, intensive drumbeats began to sound, and the big flag on the tower began to wave. This only represented an order-the general attack began! In the peasant army formation, Chen Antian was busy regaining control of his army. One of his subordinates shouted loudly: "Report to the general, the army has moved!" "What?" Chen Antian struggled to climb up the chariot - this would allow him to He looked further and saw that the archers of the official army began to spread out to both sides, the spear team behind them began to move forward, and the cavalry also retreated and disappeared on the flank of the official army. It did not require much military common sense. Chen Antian could also tell that the army was about to attack. His breathing became rapid and he shouted loudly: "Blow the drums, the whole army moves forward. We have ten times more people than them, and we can crush them to death!" Almost at the same time, a shout came from the rear of the peasant army. The sound was vague at first, but soon became clearer and clearer. Chen Antian listened carefully, and his face suddenly turned pale. "The reinforcements have arrived, the reinforcements have arrived!" He looked towards the source of the sound and saw that the formation behind him had become chaotic, and the scope of the chaos was still expanding rapidly. Smoke and dust could be seen rising farther away. That was a sign that a large group of people was about to arrive. At this time, Chen Antian made a mistake that beginners often make. He decided to lead the Chinese army to deal with the enemy who was coming from behind, at least to delay the time until the brigade led by Fang Qifu arrived. However, the peasant army's fragile psychology and rough training were unable to complete such a complex military operation. The left-wing peasant army, which was desperately resisting the attack of the official army, interpreted the actions of the Chinese army as an escape. The fear of being left at the end made them drop their weapons, turn around and run away. Retreat turned into escape, and escape turned into collapse. Thousands of people crowded, pushed, and trampled each other in an attempt to escape the pursuit of the army, but only a few were able to achieve their goals. Throughout the morning The march and watching the battle just now have consumed a lot of their physical strength. Many people were pushed to the ground by their companions and then trampled to death. Even those who were not trampled to death were killed effortlessly by the officers and soldiers behind them. Xue Liangyu led the dozens of cavalry to break through the formation of the peasant army. on both sides of the road. There were surrendered soldiers kneeling on the ground everywhere, and some cavalry opened their bows and shot randomly at the surrendered soldiers on both sides. Those who were hit by arrows fell down like haystacks. Xue Liangyu panted and took off his mask, and a smell of earthy smell rushed straight into his nose. He shouted: "Don't shoot arrows. Don't waste arrows! It's important, everyone, follow me to capture the thief!" At this time, his heart was burning like fire. Yang Wu just broke out to capture the flag, which was naturally his first achievement. Only by capturing the leader of the thieves could he be able to compare with him. However, the groups of Manichaeans all wore red turbans, and there was nothing special about the color of their clothing. He had no way of distinguishing who was the leader of the thieves and who was an ordinary member of the church. The knights responded and rushed up to a small mound. Xue Liangyu looked around. Maybe it was because of the dust in the sky. It started to rain in the gloomy sky. The dense raindrops hit everyone's helmets and armor, making a loud sound. There was a noise, and Xue Liangyu looked into the distance. Under the cover of rain and fog, it was impossible to tell who was the leader of the thieves and who were the ordinary thieves. A group of soldiers cheered and ran past. The leader held up a long sword with a bloody head on the tip and shouted: "The leader of the thieves, Chen Antian, has been beheaded!" "Damn it!" Xue Liangyu cursed. With a sound, rein in the horse. The knights behind him intercepted a small group of escaping Manichaeans. The people rushed over first, stabbed the people down, and then jumped off their horses to cut off their heads. For a while, each cavalryman had more or less hanging on the back of his saddle. The heads are like many coconuts that have just been picked. The headless body was pushed into the canal and floated downstream. It was past noon, and the sky became more solemn and gloomy. The reeds by the river suddenly swayed, and a face full of mud stuck out. It was Chen Antian. He looked around carefully. At this time, the people on the battlefield were The shouts of killing had gradually subsided, and the officers and soldiers drove the kneeling prisoners to the open space by the river, where they would wait for their fate. On the high ground not far away, seven or eight cavalrymen were lazily feeding their horses. Not far upstream, the army infantry were pushing the prisoners to the river, breaking up their buns, and cutting off their heads. The headless corpse fell into the river and floated downstream along the river. The blood and muddy water were mixed together, and the stench was so fishy that it made people sick to smell it. Chen Antian thought for a moment, then bent down and walked into the water, gritted his teeth to hold back the biting cold, and lay on the water. From a distance, it looked like a corpse, slowly floating down the canal. Yang Wu jumped off the horse, and everyone around him looked at him with admiration and envy. Everyone knew in their hearts that the person in front of them was the key to victory. "Bring the wine, strong wine!" Yang Wu shouted breathlessly, and there was a throbbing pain in the wounds on his cheeks. He took the wine bag and took a swig.A sharp stinging sensation came from the wound. He gritted his teeth and drank a few more sips, and sprinkled the strong liquor on the wound, which became numb. He then threw the wine bag to the soldiers aside, sat down, and shouted: "Disarm, find a doctor!" "Coach Yang, this guy shot you with an arrow!" Several soldiers dragged him A man pulled Yang Wu in front of him and slapped him hard on the ground. Yang Wu looked the guy up and down and saw that he looked embarrassed, and asked in a deep voice: "What's your name? Did you shoot me just now?" "My surname is Zhu Minglei." Zhu Lei raised his head and whispered: " Yes, it was you who I hurt just now, but it¡¯s a pity that I don¡¯t even have a good bow, only a small crossbow that I usually use for hunting, otherwise you wouldn¡¯t be alive now!¡± To kill him. But Yang Wu stretched out his hand to stop him and said with a smile: "If you had a good bow, you could hurt me?" Zhu Lei did not answer, as if he acquiesced. Yang Wu was not worried and said to the sergeant on the side: "Bring my bow and arrows!" The sergeant responded and took the bow and arrows over. Yang Wu took the bow and arrows and pointed at a reed on the river beach about fifty steps away. He said: "Have you seen that reed? If you and I can shoot it down with two arrows, a certain family will spare your life, otherwise I will chop off your head immediately!" Zhu Lei did not say anything and stretched out his hand. He took the bow, but only took one arrow and said: "The captain could have cut off my head, how dare you use two arrows? I only use one arrow. If it fails, I am willing to take the blame!" The sergeant watching on the side They all marveled. It was extremely difficult to hit a swaying reed fifty steps away. What's more important was that Yang Wu and Zhu Lei had never used this bow before. Even the first-class marksmen needed a familiar bow. In the process, Yang Wu gave him two arrows, which was what he meant, but he didn't expect this person to be so trusting. "Okay!" Yang Wu said with a smile: "If you can shoot me, I will not only spare your life, but I will also intercede with your superiors for you and pardon you and go home." "Thank you for your grace!" Zhu Lei sang fatly. Well, I stretched out my hand to take the horn bow. I pulled it twice to feel the strength, then stretched out my hand to explore the direction of the wind. Then I put the arrow on the string, pulled it full and took aim carefully for a moment, and suddenly relaxed. Bowstring, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and looked at the reed. With a soft sound, the reed stem broke, and the upper half slowly fell with the river wind. The soldiers opened their mouths and looked at the ordinary-looking man in front of them in surprise. Zhu Lei calmly handed the horned bow back to the sergeant on the side, bowed and saluted: "The villain got the shot by luck!" "Good! Good!" Yang Wu couldn't help but praised repeatedly: "A certain family used to hear a scholar talk about it. Yang Youji's skill of crossing the Yangtze River in a hundred steps was just an expansion of the historian's theory, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes today. Come, bring me a brocade robe and put it on with Brother Zhu. "At this time, he saw Zhu Lei Miaoshe, The name for it also changed immediately. "I'm so lucky to be able to escape death. How dare I accept the master's gift?" Zhu Lei was about to refuse, but was caught by Yang Wu. He directly put the brocade robe on the other person and said with a smile: "If it weren't for the lack of something in my hands today, brother." A good bow, Yang is already a corpse on the ground, what does a brocade robe mean? The outcome of the battle between the two armies is determined by God. Brother Zhu is just unlucky. With such a master, why worry about wealth? ¡± Xiuzhou knows the state Yamen. The cinnabar-colored door was closed tightly, and there was no one on the stone floor in front of the door. Even the two stone lions with teeth and claws seemed to have lost their usual air, and they were waiting for their upcoming fate with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes. At this time, a panting man in gray shorts ran to the corner door, grabbed the door knocker and knocked hard. The copper door knocker hit the door panel, making a loud sound that could be heard far away. "Who is it! What happened outside the city?" After about half a moment, a trembling voice came from the door. "Uncle Wang? It's me, Wang Er, open the door quickly!" When the man heard the response, he used more strength. "Come on, come on!" The corner door was half-opened, and an old man dressed as a butler emerged from inside: "I'm talking about Wang Er, how is the situation outside the city?" "Big victory, big victory!" That Wang Er had a face on his face His eyebrows were about to fly up. He gestured with his hands and said, "The dead Mani thieves are scattered all over the mountains and plains. I can't even count them. Oh my, the blood dyed the river red!" "Seriously!" The housekeeper's mouth opened in surprise. As Wang Ziwu's housekeeper, he knew many inside stories that ordinary people didn't know. Manichaeism was very powerful in the entire Jiangnan region at that time. The believers did not eat meat in order to save money and help each other. Therefore, Very organized. There were probably many Manichaeans in Xiuzhou City, but the city's defenders were weak, and the newly arrived support troops only had 800 people. Wang Ziwu did not dare to search for them, for fear of causing trouble. Therefore, the steward was very pessimistic about the upcoming war, but he did not expect that what awaited him was a great victory.An unexpected surprise. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!