Destroy Jin and conquer Song, and carry the Northern Expedition through to the end

Chapter 258: One Death, One Life, One Husband
On the right wing of the battlefield, a bloody hand stretched out from the corpses of humans and horses. It first pushed the corpse of the horse on the left, and when it failed to move it, it pushed away the corpse of the soldier on the right. Then, a red and black figure slowly sat up.

Zhang Xiaoyi's face was covered in stains of dirt and blood. His helmet was gone, his hair was disheveled, and his body was covered in blood, like a demon crawling out of hell.

His head was dizzy and his whole body was sore. He subconsciously looked down and found that the place where he had just crawled out was a stable space created by two fallen spears and two corpses. As a result, after being knocked unconscious by the warhorse, he was not crushed to death by the horse's corpse. Instead, he was hidden under the horse's corpse and survived in a daze.

Not only did he survive, but apart from the headache caused by being unconscious for a moment, the most serious injury he suffered was a scrape of the skin on his forehead.

Zhang Xiaoyi knocked his head to clear his mind a little. He finally remembered to look around, but found that the surroundings were full of corpses of people and horses, and the screams of the wounded were endless. The main battlefield had already moved south. At this time, there were only a few wounded people with spears wandering here, as miserable as a lone crow in the snow.

“Ah…ah…ah!!!” Zhang Xiaoyi seemed to be unable to speak. After opening his mouth for a moment, he finally let out a long howl, which eventually turned into a burst of laughter: “Hahahaha!!! Fuck his mother! The heavens didn’t take away your Grandpa Zhang! They let me live again!!!”

After venting his emotions loudly, Zhang Xiaoyi burst into tears again for some reason. However, after he regained his consciousness, he realized that now was not the time to hesitate. He struggled to stand up, ignoring the tears in his eyes, picked up a spear, and walked towards an ownerless warhorse.

"Why are you crying? Are you so cowardly?" Someone covered the wound on his chest and abdomen, leaned against a horse corpse and laughed, as if he did not recognize that this was his own commander.

Zhang Xiaoyi stopped and gave the man a complicated look. "Even if there's dust in my eyes, I'm still going to fight. How can I be a coward?"

The man took two deep breaths, spitting out more blood foam. He raised his hand weakly and pointed in a direction. "Whatever you say... Judging from your accent, you're from the countryside. I'm telling you, if you escape on horseback, I... I can't say anything. But if you still want to fight, General Zhang's flag is there. You... you go to the south and give the flag to the generals. They'll be very useful."

Zhang Xiaoyi hurried forward, threw down his spear, and dug up the bodies of two familiar people. With a slightly sour nose, he pulled out the big flag with the word "Zhang" embroidered with the blue waves of the East China Sea.

Then he discovered that although his flag-bearer was dead, his hands were still tightly grasping the flagpole, and tears couldn't help but fall again.

"Ahhong, let go." Zhang Xiaoyi said softly.

The dead man naturally couldn't respond, so he could only pry his hands apart. After some pulling, he finally pulled out the flag and carried it on his shoulders.

The large flag with the word "Zhang" on it representing the Right Army stood tall again.

Zhang Xiaoyi lowered his head again to look for the identification flag with the words "Zhang, the Right Commander of the Loyal and Righteous Army" written on it, but he couldn't find it. He turned around and wanted to ask the injured person if he had seen it.

However, as soon as he turned around, he saw that the wounded soldier who had just spoken had his eyes wide open, his head tilted back and leaning on the horse's corpse, and he had already died.

Zhang Xiaoyi had no time to feel sad, and he didn't even have time to look at the other person's military badge with his hometown and address written on it. He gritted his teeth, turned around and mounted his horse.

Then, he rode south, holding high his banner and shouting, "Kill the Jin thieves! Men of the Right Army, kill the Jin thieves! Men of the East China Sea, kill the Jin thieves! Follow me, Zhang Xiaoyi, to kill the Jin thieves!"

Most of the scattered defeated soldiers continued to flee in all directions, but some stopped and stared at the big banner with the word "Zhang" on it, with hesitation on their faces.

"Commander Zhang is still alive?"

"Xiao Yi brother... is it Xiao Yi brother?!"

Zhang Xiaoyi knew that he alone could not gather the fleeing troops, even with this flag. Therefore, his goal was to maintain order, but due to the confusion in command, more than 600 infantrymen had strayed from the battlefield.

Zhang Xiaoyi, carrying a banner, arrived before the right army's formation, rode his horse in front of the battle array, and shouted, "Kill the enemy!" He did this three times. Finally, he pointed at the captains and shouted, "Just now, I was fighting in the front, but my entire army was defeated. Now I want to fight in the front again. Will you follow me?!"

All the hundred men's heads trembled, and then they all bowed and listened to the order.

After a while, more than 600 infantrymen of the right army formed a strict formation and turned to attack the armored cavalry battlefield on the east side where a chaotic battle was still going on.

The first person to see this scene was none other than Puchaguang, who was standing in the center of the battlefield. He never imagined that the battle would end up like this.

Not only were the central and western sides suppressed by the Loyal Army, but the right wing of the Loyal Army, which was the focus of the attack, was half defeated. Yet, the big flag was still able to be raised again. It was really weird!

At this moment, Puchaguang had the idea of retreating for the first time.

This was not because he was afraid, or scared to death. Rather, as a mid-level officer, he had a certain level of knowledge and was roughly aware of the Jin Kingdom's southern expedition strategy and the distribution of its forces.

If the Wuxing Army was completely defeated, the Jin Kingdom would either have to change its southern expedition strategy and send more troops to Shandong; or it would have to face the situation where the entire Shandong province was empty.

According to Wanyan Liang's character, these fighting men would not only die, but their families might also be in trouble.

Thinking of this, Puchaguang couldn't help but look back at the black smoke rising from the Jin army camp.

The black smoke became thicker and more obvious.

The Jin soldiers who had been perfunctorily sent back to the front lines to continue fighting also turned back one after another, and some even sent people back to ask what had happened to the camp and whether it had been breached by the enemy.
They couldn't help but be anxious. Although there were merchants transporting the goods with the army, they still had to carry a lot of valuables with them. Now they were all placed in the camp. Not to mention that their retreat was cut off, the mere thought of these valuables being burned in the fire was enough to make people panic.

Pucha Guang naturally knew that this would not work, but could he still cover up the eyes of all his subordinates?
Originally, I was thinking of defeating the loyalist army in front of me and then turning back to rescue the main camp. But now it seems that nonsense, if Meng Tian’s army doesn’t make a breakthrough, the Wuxing army will be defeated head-on!

"Wendihan report." Thinking of this, Puchaguang called his confidant and said directly without hiding anything in the chaotic battlefield: "You are famous for your bravery and strength, and you have some prestige. Now I will give you a task. You will lead your armored cavalry to protect our army's retreat.

If you see Pei Manhui and Wugu Suntan, tell them that the Ninth and Tenth Meng'an can come and join the battle, but they must leave some troops for you."

Wendihan bowed on his horse and said, "Do you want to retake the camp?"

Pu Chaguang shook his head. "The main camp has already lost several thousand defenders. What can a few hundred of you do? The main camp doesn't cover the entire road. Set up your formation beside the main camp to cover our retreat."

Wendihan replied and nodded, but then he had another question: "General, the whole army is fighting hard right now. If I lead a hundred cavalrymen to retreat, will it shake the morale of the army?"

Pucha Guang smiled bitterly: "How can you shake the morale of the army? That column of smoke behind you..."

Before he finished speaking, the shouts and cries of killing mixed with screams and cheers from the west suddenly became louder.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the flag representing the eighth fiercest general, Andros Tuoan, shook a few times and fell heavily to the ground.

The green rhinoceros flag and the fish flag were then pressed up.

Several Mouke flags of the Eighth Meng'an also rushed to support the Meng'an flag, but less than a moment later, the Mouke flags fell to the ground again.

The green rhino flag just stopped for a moment, then moved forward again, this time at a very fast speed.

As the Green Rhino flag moved forward, the great defeat of the Eighth Meng'an finally began.

The Fifth Meng'an and the remnants of the Third Meng'an in the middle all moved, and the battle line was about to become unsustainable.

Puchaguang took a deep breath and patted Wendihanbin on the back: "Don't worry about you affecting morale. This battle shouldn't have been fought like this from the beginning! Go!"

(End of this chapter)