"If these ungrateful ungrateful wolves hadn't been my adoptive father, they would have starved to death one by one. How could they have the glory and wealth of today!"

In the military camp, Zheng Hao had red eyes, like a wolve in desperate situation, roaring at the people around him.

Not long ago, he suddenly learned that Peng Datong and Li Wenju betrayed and Fan You were captured, and he was confused. It took him a while to digest the news.

At that time, he was very complicated, a little nervous, and a little excited. As Fan You's only adopted son, he naturally immediately promoted the tent, beat the drums and gathered troops, and sent people to order leaders of all sizes and big and small to discuss matters.

But I knew that less than half of the people who came here by Zun Ling were basically subordinates of his adopted father Fan You, while the other leaders with heavy troops and their leaders had not arrived for a long time.

This scene was like a basin of cold water pouring on Zheng Hao's head. At this time, the fool could see what those who did not come wanted to do.

Without the support of these leaders with heavy troops, Zheng Hao could command only about 30,000 troops, less than half of the total Bailian Army's total strength in the city.

Although he was arrogant, he also knew that this little man could not deal with the Black Armored Army that had occupied the southern city gate and the rebels of Peng Datong. This is also the reason why he had gathered troops for so long and had no troops to launch the southern city. It was not that he didn't want to, but that he could not let go.

Those leaders of the army have selfish intentions, but Zheng Hao is not there? If Fan You had any surprises, the little soldiers in his hands are the last bit of his family that he could inherit from this cheap adoptive father. Once they were exhausted, he, the "Prince" of the White Lotus Army, will come to an end. Who cares about a person without power or soldiers?

In fact, this ending was already destined as early as when Peng Datong and Li Wenju betrayed and Fan You were captured.

Over the past few days, the Bailian Army lost its city and land under the attack of the Northern Wei army, and its strength was less than one-fifth of its heyday. The morale of the army was greatly hit, and Fan You's prestige also plummeted, and the leaders of the commanders naturally had other ideas in their hearts.

In fact, even if Liu Feng didn't come, some leaders were preparing to surrender to the Northern Wei Dynasty. After all, the eldest prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty hated Fan You, not them, and no one was willing to be buried with Fan You.

However, before they made up their minds to find an opportunity to open the door to surrender, the Wei army outside the city was defeated by the Black Armored Army who had arrived here, so these people naturally lost their minds. Unexpectedly, this one came out tonight.

From the reign of the White Lotus Army to the present, which of the leaders who survived are good people? These people who were originally from bandits and robbers were all cruel and cunning, and had no etiquette, morality and morality at all.

It would be fine if Fan You had not been captured. Although his prestige was not as good as ever, there would be no problem in suppressing the arrogant soldiers and generals below in a short period of time.

Zheng Hao, a young boy, was far from enough to suppress the commanders who raised the army with Fan You, after all, Zheng Hao would call them uncles by seniority.

"Uncle Erhu, what should we do now?"

Zheng Hao looked at a middle-aged man beside him. His name was Dong Erhu. He was the direct descendant of Fan You. He was loyal and held the 20,000 most elite troops of the White Lotus Army.

Dong Erhu, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, "There is no way, those guys can't count on them anymore. It's not a day or two that they are restless. It's just that because the Wei army pressed forward step by step, the eldest brother did not deal with them in order to take the overall situation into consideration. He thought that after the danger in Qiancheng was lifted, he would find another opportunity to gain military power. Unexpectedly, this happened, and no one could suppress them. So if we wanted to save the eldest brother, we could only rely on us."

"But--"

Zheng Hao wanted to say that with their little people, he could not save his adoptive father at all, but before he could finish his words, Dong Erhu glanced at him and his breathing stopped and he immediately did not dare to continue talking.

"Not good, two leaders, someone from outside has come here to kill. It seems that they are the black armored army outside the city!"

At this time, a White Lotus soldier rolled in from outside and reported urgently.

Hearing this, everyone in the room immediately stood up, with mixed expressions on their faces, most of whom were shocked and panicked, and they looked at Zheng Hao and Dong Erhu one after another.

"Good come, everyone, follow me to fight! Defeat the enemy!"

Dong Erhu's face darkened. Since the opponent came to the door, this battle was inevitable. Even if he couldn't beat it, he could not lose in terms of momentum.

After saying that, he picked up the ghost-headed sword beside him and took his subordinates around him to strode out.

In the room, Zheng Hao and his confidants looked at each other, but in the end they could only follow him with a tough bullet.

Ten thousand black armored soldiers outside rolled from the south like a black tide. Under the bright moonlight, the shaking swords, guns, swords and halberds that were illuminated like dense forests, rushing towards them, captivating their minds.

Yang Zong rode his war horse and looked at the Bailian Army who was hurriedly setting up a formation in front of him. He raised the spear in his hand and shouted loudly: "Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ·······"

The next moment, thousands of people responded to the shouts in unison, condensed into a huge wave of sound, soaring into the sky.

The White Lotus Army was full of energy and many soldiers fought and were afraid of it.

On the contrary, as the soldiers of the Black Armored Army shouted, everyone felt blood boiling, forgot their fear, and their fighting spirit soared into the sky.

When the distance between the two sides is close to the range, the sound of arrows breaking through the wind immediately came from the sky, like rain of locust arrows rising from the front or behind each array, shooting inward or falling into the other array in a dense manner.

"shield!"

As the arrow rain shot, the black armored troops raised their large shields in their hands to resist the arrows, with minimal casualties.

The White Lotus Army is a little more miserable. They are insufficient weapons and equipment, not every soldier has a shield, and the thin wooden shields are not enough to withstand the crossbow arrows of the Black Armor Army. The soldiers in the front row fell down like they were cutting wheat.

"rush!"

Seeing this, Dong Erhu immediately issued a charge order, otherwise his morale would have been shot out before the enemy could approach.

"kill!"

Under the leadership of their respective leaders, the White Lotus Army launched a charge against the Black Armored Army. The terrain in the city was narrow, so it was difficult to form any military formation to fight at this time. It could only rely on martial arts, morale and military strength.

Looking down from a high altitude, the White Lotus Army in white robes were like streams of all sizes, flowing through the gaps between the houses, rushing towards the Black Armored Army who was waiting for the battle.

A moment later, the two troops collided head-on.
Chapter completed!