No matter what, the arrow has been turned on and the knife has been unsheathed, and no one has turned back. He has already reached this point. It is impossible to just rely on the inexplicable ominous premonition in his heart to ask the soldiers to withdraw their troops and avoid the battle.

Looking at the Yan army camp more than ten miles ahead, the neat squares exuded a fierce murderous aura that was intimidating. When they saw the soldiers on their side holding weapons and moving their hands and feet eagerly, Xiao Fan smiled with satisfaction.

The morale is high and the morale of the army is available, so you can fight.

In the whistling wind, Xiao Fan issued a general order lightly: "The whole army is ready to attack!"

The sound of the war drums was deafening, and everyone's heart seemed to tremble quickly with the rhythm of the war drums.

At this time, suddenly, I heard a rumbling sound of war drums in the Yan army camp opposite, and Zhu Di couldn't help but launch an attack first. The black cavalry urged the horses together, like a black tide, pounced towards Xiao Fan over the sky. The sound of horse hooves overwhelmed the drums, and the sound was getting closer and closer.

Xiao Fan smiled coldly: "Come on the crossbow and prepare to face the enemy!"

The crossbow lined up in front of the goose-shaped formation quickly took two steps forward, putting an arrow in his hand and pointing to the sky obliquely.

The Yan army cavalry rode wildly, the narrow and bright sabers were unsheathed, and the leaves of the iron armor made a rustling sound, three miles, two miles, one mile...

"Take the bow!"

In front of Xiao Fan's camp, the crossbowmen and generals issued stern orders.

The bowstring slowly opened and pointed at the cavalry as they were running closer and closer.

Xiao Fan faced the violent wind with expressionless expression, nodded gently. The messenger behind him waved the red flag in his hand, as if a bunch of scarlet blood was sprinkled into the earth.

"Shoot the arrow!"

"Shoot the arrow!"

Seeing the order flag falling, the generals screamed and ordered.

A dull buzzing sound passed by, and the gray sky suddenly turned black. The rain of arrows was like locusts passing through the border, or like a sudden heavy rain, pouring mercilessly into the Yan cavalry formation.

The rapid arrow shot into the body in the blink of an eye, and a dull puff sound came from the middle of the battlefield between the two armies.

The screams of the Yan cavalry and the painful cry of war horses before their death were intertwined. People in the middle of the battlefield were slapped and howled, shaking and shaking.

Xiao Fan looked at the tragic scene in front of him, and his heart was mixed with emotions, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, unable to tell whether it was excitement or fear.

Lifting his hand, Xiao Fan pointed his fingers tremblingly forward, staring at the sky in the middle of the battlefield that seemed to have been washed into blood, trying to suppress the agitation, and said, "Continue to shoot arrows and shoot all Yan Ni's cavalry in front of the formation!"

The personal soldiers who sent the order faithfully carried out Xiao Fan's order, and the scarlet flag was shook again.

Another rain of arrows covered the sun, and the darkness shot towards the Yan cavalry like lightning.

On this battlefield, everyone has become a soulless body. They rush, bow, and string, and live life falls one by one on the verdant grass under this ancient murder tool. The boundless grass has been dyed with a layer of thick blood, just like hell on earth.

The number of cavalry of the Yan army gradually decreased, but they also rushed through the death zone of bow and arrow range, urging the horse to rush to the front of the goose-shaped formation.

The saber was raised high and slashed hard like lightning. After a scream, a large area of ​​archers at the forefront fell down.

"Retreat the crossbow! Arrest the spearman!"

After a series of military orders were issued, the crossbowmen flashed and retreated to the rear of the military formation. Then two rows of soldiers holding sharp spears and hooks and sickles stepped forward. Without waiting for the general's order, the snow-white spear tip pierced into the bodies of the cavalry or war horses. The spear head was twisted and pulled out, bringing out the blood mist in the sky, as red as the setting sun.

The two armies confronted fiercely and the fierce battle was in full swing, an accident happened.

The strong wind blew violently, and wave after wave. Xiao Fan narrowed his eyes and observed the battlefield fighting in front of him. Suddenly there was a very harsh squeak in his ear, and then he heard a "click" sound, and something behind him seemed to be broken.

Xiao Fan only cared about the battle situation ahead and had no interest in looking back. He still commanded the left and right wings to gather the formation and encircled the Yan army.

After the order was issued, Xiao Fan was shocked to find that all the soldiers in the central army were stunned, their eyes staring behind him with dull eyes, looking fearful and horrified.

"Why are you so stupid! Attack!" Xiao Fan drew his sword and was furious.

The soldiers in the central army still had no movement.

Before Xiao Fan could react, a voice suddenly shouted in front of him: "It fell! It fell!"

Xiao Fan was shocked and looked up and asked loudly: "What fell? Who fell?"

No one answered him.

After the soldiers were stunned, they suddenly roared, and the entire central army formation was in chaos. The soldiers scattered and ran away. They threw down their weapons and ran in panic with their heads in their arms. The geese-shaped formation was scattered and invisible. Hundreds of thousands of people shouted loudly, "Down, fall down." All the soldiers suddenly collapsed like a tide.

Zhu Di also responded quickly, and ordered the flag to sway, and more than 100,000 Yan troops rushed towards the court army like tigers out of their cages.

Xiao Fan was shocked. He didn't understand why the battle was good, and the morale of his army suddenly collapsed completely. Could it be that hundreds of thousands of people were caught in evil at the same time?

I quickly looked back and saw a hazy feeling behind me. The strong wind blew up the yellow sand all over the sky. I could only see the faint figures moving and defeated.

"Is it the situation of the God Horse?" Xiao Fan pointed at Yuntian's sword, and hissed and angry.

The sudden defeat made Xiao Fan puzzled. His absolute superior force was when he gathered his formation and wiped out the rebels with all his might. Why were hundreds of thousands of people defeated when they said they were defeated? Could it be that all the Yan army had body odor?

"Damn it! Today I am destined to hit the monster, it's too evil!" Xiao Fan roared angrily.

Cao Yi grabbed the reins of Xiao Fan’s war horse and said anxiously: “Don’t worry about the reason for this, you can retreat first, I’ll come to the rear of the palace! Hurry up!”

Cao Yi tugged Xiao Fan's buttocks hard, and the horse was in pain, neighed, and quickly followed the defeated army to the rear.

Zhu Di was surprised when he saw the imperial army suddenly defeated in the formation.

This decisive battle was completely forced by the situation. Zhu Di went to the battle with a little bit of death. The failure of the Yan army was expected, but he never thought that the first round of charge had just been launched, and the imperial army was defeated inexplicably. Could it be that God helped him?

"The whole army will press forward, hurry, hurry!" Zhu Di waved his hand in excitement, and the Yan army raked a loud noise, like a reservoir discharged from floods, released the formation and attacked the entire line.

The army was defeated faster.

Xiao Fan rode on the horse and fled in a panic with the defeated soldiers. At this moment, he felt extremely sad and angry.

In a hurry, Xiao Fan turned around and shouted at the personal soldiers behind him: "We cannot let Yan Ni live a good life if we lose. I will send an order to fire the artillery! Fire the artillery at Yan Ni's central army! Blasting one to death is counted as one!"

The personal soldiers quickly sent orders. Soon, hundreds of Hongwu cannons roared, and the Yan army was caught off guard and was blown up by an iron bomb.

In the Yan army formation, Zhu Di got up from the ground in a dusty face and roared in anger: "Xiao Fan, you a terrible bastard! If you lose, you will still make me do it!"

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Why did the battle formation that was sure to win suddenly lose? What went wrong?

When Xiao Fan fled in a panic, he was puzzled.

He picked up a casual hand and grabbed a defeated soldier beside him. Xiao Fan stared at him and asked loudly, "Why are you running away?"

The defeated soldiers were so scared that they trembled and said, "How do I know? If others run, I will run with you..."

Xiao Fan said angrily: "If you run away, you will run away? Don't you feel ashamed?"

"Aren't you running too?"

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In June of the first year of Jianwen, the imperial army fought with the rebels in Baigouhe, Xiongxian. The imperial army was defeated for no reason and retreated a hundred miles and retreated to Zhending Mansion. Only when the defeated army barely stopped the defeat.

Xiao Fan lost the first time in his life.

Later, after gathering the defeated troops, Xiao Fan finally knew the reason for the sudden defeat of the army.

The reason was very simple, just because the strong wind blew the pole of the commander's flagpole ten feet behind him. The commander's flag fell to the ground, and the soldiers could not see the commander's flag, thinking that the central army was destroyed, and their morale was suddenly devastated, and they eventually suffered a defeat.
Chapter completed!