Chen Guangping gritted his teeth, put one hand on Chen Rang's shoulder, and followed behind him with a staggering pain.

However, the effect of this round of sword rain did not suffer much from the Warriors Camp wearing steel helmets. Instead, the nearby rebels were shot and killed by hundreds of people, and they all fell to the ground one after another.

With the wailing waves everywhere around, the rebels who were attacking and intercepting frantically began to become a little confused when they saw this.

Behind him is the rain of arrows from his own people, but in front of him is the roar of his hands and the bayonet that is as good as a forest. This is simply hell on earth.

The ground was covered with dead bodies, and the grief-in-armed rebels had to start retreating in an uproar. At least, the attack was no longer so urgent.

This instead made Chen Kaizhi and the Warriors camp seize the gap, and they rushed towards the king's flag.

Chen Kaizhi has become a blood man. I don’t know how many people have been killed along the way. He was panting and his eyes were ferocious, especially the wailing screams from the warrior camp came from his ears.

All of these people were brought out by themselves at the beginning, and even if the loss was just one, he felt very sad.

Now, it seems that the ambition has dissipated, and the success, king and defeat can be put aside for the time being. Now, whether it is Chen Kaizhi, Xu Jie, or Chen Rang, a recruit or a veteran, they all put everything behind their heads, and there are only two words in their hearts to take revenge.

Take revenge!

Chen Kaizhi held up the sharp knife and said sternly: "Hurry!"

"Speed!"

No one blows the bamboo whistle, but countless people yell together in the formation. This is an excellent opportunity.

Chen Kaiyi took the lead and faced a cavalry riding on a horse. He was not rushing or leaving. He looked at the warrior camp rushing towards him in panic, and his lips shivered slightly.

"Give me your life..."

Chen Kaizhi rushed forward like lightning, holding the sword in both hands, and passing through his seat's belly. The sharp sword-learning instantly left a sudden hole in the belly of the horse. Then, the war horse fell to the ground and the cavalry that rolled off the horse was instantly stabbed by the bayonet behind him.

"kill!"

"kill!"

More than a thousand people roared into the sky.

It's getting closer.

At least two rounds of arrow rains, Chen Kaizhi could almost see Chen Zhijing's face. He looked panicked in the sun, and the corners of his mouth were slightly open, as if he was saying something, but he could no longer say it.

Chen Zhijing sat on the horse and looked at all this in horror. He suddenly realized that his orders to shoot arrows not only failed to effectively deter them, but instead made the Warriors Camp speed faster and faster.

One hundred steps.

Chen Kaizhi knocked out a feather arrow because he had entered the effective distance of the arrow rain. Although there was less trouble from infantry and the enemy facing the enemy head-on was much less sparse, it still caused considerable damage to the warrior camp.

Chen Kaizhi's pace became more and more anxious. He had only one thought in his mind. His elegant face was gone, but blue veins burst out, and his face was covered in blood. Even his open mouth was stained with blood.

He cut off a rebel who had passed by with his backhand without stopping his feet.

The array of Warriors camp began to loosen a little. Obviously, due to the rapid movement and the losses caused by the arrow rain, many gaps appeared in the array. The soldiers who had suffered external injuries and had to enter the array did not hesitate to block these gaps.

He was sprinkled with blood all the way, still crazy, and continued to speed up.

Fifty steps.

The royal flag was still rushing, but there was some panic under the royal flag fluttering in the wind.

Chen Zhijing's face was as bright as pork liver. He could see Chen Kaizhi clearly, and even see the blood on his body and his ferocious face. Chen Zhijing's heart twitched, with both resentment and reluctance in his eyes.

Why is Chen Kaizhi so tenacious? He wants to beat the cockroaches that cannot be killed, which makes people disgusting.

The minister behind him was already talking: "Your Highness... Your Highness... Here... This place should not be left for a long time."

"Your Highness..."

"Let's withdraw quickly."

Chen Zhijing remained motionless. He stared at Chen Kaizhi tightly, and his eyes were filled with cunning murderous intent.

And Chen Kaizhi seemed to have looked at Chen Zhijing.

The eyes of both sides looked closer together from the air.

Chen Zhijing saw a terrible look. This look seemed to come from hell, and this man from hell was holding a three-foot sword in his hand, and his blood clothes could not tell the original look. He came step by step, his steps were very steady, but not slow.

Chen Zhi felt a little fear and his body trembled.

He looked around and saw that the central army had already begun to feel a little unstable. The guards beside him began to draw their swords, all of whom looked like earth.

The archers had to stop shooting because the distance was too close, and in fact, many people began to panic.

Seeing this, Chen Yuanqi could not control his fear and shouted: "Let's go, let's go, if you don't leave, it will be too late. I will leave the green mountains without worrying about burning firewood."

Chen Rujin sat on the horse in horror, depressed all over. He gritted his teeth and looked at Chen Zhijing desperately.

And the royal flag is still waving in the wind, demonstrating its dignity.

In the distance, Chen Kaizhi burst into anger: "Kill!"

"kill!"

The shouts of killing are already heard.

Chen Zhijing's face turned pale, his whole body trembled, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Failed...

Seeing the enemy getting closer and closer, and watching the sword piercing into a person's body, the long sword pierced through the abdomen, Chen Zhijing couldn't help but shivered.

In fact, he still has enough strength and...

More than a thousand warrior camps, although they fought for a bloody road, the rebels suffered only thousands of losses, but it was a pity...

He was finally afraid, and the war horses under his seat seemed to be frightened and neighed uneasyly.

"withdraw!"

Chen Zhijing transferred the horse away.

When the brave meets on a narrow road, Chen Zhijing lost his courage after all. As soon as he moved his horse, the guards around him gathered in a crowd to retreat. Only then did the princes and ministers react and began to retreat in a hurry.

The royal flag that had been standing still finally moved and slowly moved back with King Zhao.

Chen Kaizhi looked at it with a real look and raised his sword and roared: "Chasing!"

"kill!"

The roar that broke through the sky was rising and falling.

The king's flag is withdrawn.

This retreat caused almost all the rebels around to panic, whether it was the Knight Camp, the Front Camp or the Back Camp. When the King Banner began to move, they finally realized something. They were still exhausted to stop the attack. Even if someone was afraid to fight, they did not dare to leave the battle rashly. But now, they looked at the King Banner with their godless eyes, and their psychological defense line instantly poured out.

When the king flag flutters in the wind, they can all resist to the end, but now the king flag is moving in the direction of the journey.

No one can do it. When the coach evacuates, he is still in vain to fight.

If the hard battle just now made them feel awe and the whine and whine on the battlefield caught them off guard, then now they are all left with despair, and a suffocating breath begins to spread instantly.

Immediately, some people began to abandon their weapons, and their only thought was to escape, the farther they ran, the better.

Countless people flocked to them, throwing the weapons originally used to kill enemies and fight for their lives onto their companions' corpses. They thought the armor on their bodies was too heavy and they were crazy and put them on the ground. They followed the crowd in horror and began to flee like headless flies.

"Defeated, defeated!"

The voice of despair began to permeate.

Failed...

The defeat was like a mountain falling down, and in the midst of destruction, the defeated soldiers began to trample on their own in order to escape. They dispersed in a disorderly manner. The military officers rode their horses in an attempt to take a step first, but were directly pulled off by the defeated soldiers behind them. At this time, any discipline had become ridiculous.

There was no boundary between the officers and soldiers, and the desperate people whined, "They still have wives and children, and they were defeated. They didn't know what their future fate would be. They just wanted to leave as soon as possible, the farther away, the better, and take their families to escape with them, leaving a living mouth, otherwise it would be in vain even if they died here, without any benefit.

The reason why they can persist in fighting is that they have hope of victory and can be granted the title of King.

But now that is impossible, so their thoughts are to run away and survive.

After moving, the king flag finally began to be abandoned on the ground. The king flag fell and became a shroud of the corpse on the ground.

At first, Chen Zhijing had thousands of people around him, but after walking not far, there were fewer and fewer people around him. In the end, there were only a hundred people.

Behind him was an angry shouting to kill.

"Chasing!"

His heart is like a knife, and he is a noble man in heaven, the bloodline of Emperor Taizu Gao, the emperor's father, today... he is worthless. If he loses, he will have nothing.

No, he thought so in his heart that there will be a chance, and he should have a chance. As long as he escapes from the capital, there will be a chance, and there will be a chance, and there will be a chance...

Behind him, a wailing voice suddenly came: "Brother...Brother..." He turned around suddenly and saw Chen Yuanqi. Chen Yuanqi seemed to have been taken away by someone, but was pulled down from the horse by the guards. Then, the horse was taken away. Chen Yuanqi's fat body fell to the ground. Then, countless defeated soldiers did not have time to wait for him to get up and stepped on him. He screamed. Later, the sound became weaker and weaker. In the end, it seemed like mud, and there was no sound again.

At this moment, Chen Zhi respected Chen Yuanqi and he couldn't care about anyone. He just wanted to survive. At present, there was only one way to escape from the inner city. After walking all the way from here, he could see Chaoyang Gate. Behind him, shouting to kill him, he became frightened. Finally, he was getting closer and closer to Chaoyang Gate, and he was just about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, no one around shouted: "Zhang Shao, the governor of the right camp of the Beijing Army, will be punished by the imperial edict to combat the thief and suppress the rebellion!"

"Catch Chen Zhijing, capture Chen Zhijing."
Chapter completed!