The sky will always be bright.
Early the next morning, King Ping went straight to Zhang Da with his guards and issued a death order asking him to stick to Xiangyang, and not to surrender to the imperial court or the King of England.
Zhang Da felt very strange and thought to himself, if this is the case, wouldn't Xiangyang be in a dilemma and become enemies?
But he was loyal to Prince Ping and always obeyed his advice. Although he had doubts in his heart at the moment, he did not dare to say anything more. As a general, the worst he can do is to wrap his body in horse leather. If the master wants to make such an arrangement, he must have his reasons.
After seeing off Queen Ping, Zhang Da stood at the top of Xiangyang City, looking at the wide river and the warships lined up, his heart was filled with ups and downs.
The Northern Army did keep its promise, and there seemed to be no movement. Many of the camps along the river were also withdrawn overnight. It seems that the British King's military front is really strong and threatens the flanks of the Northern Army!
But, so what?
Since Zhang Da is the commander-in-chief, he has always been good at fighting. He silently calculated the current situation and realized how difficult King Ping's choice was!
There is no way forward, and it is difficult to retreat.
This is an unpalatable situation for both sides. Even if he uses his troops like a god, there is no better way.
Maybe it's a good idea to take the easy way out?
However, if they lose Xiangyang, where will they be able to defend themselves?
Transferring to Xiangchu, over there, Ganzhou General Ling Yue can make things easier for him?
"well……"
Zhang Da sighed deeply. In his dictionary, there was loyalty to his master and respect for the honor of being a general. In such a situation, he felt awkward about which way he should surrender.
But he also knew the real way to survive.
That is, drop.
"That's it! At worst, we will live or die together with Xiangyang! With Zhang Da's ability, it will not be that easy to defeat Xiangyang!"
He muttered to himself.
At this time, a sergeant looked at him with a nervous expression, not knowing whether to come forward or not.
"come on!"
After all, Zhang Da turned around and saw the sergeant. His armor was bloody, his hair was messy, and his face was tired and anxious.
"Report, report to the commander, our army reinforced Gucheng, encountered the enemy halfway, encountered the enemy, and was defeated! Brothers, ugh..."
After finishing speaking in one breath, the man started crying.
"ah!"
Zhang Da was shocked, his vision went dark, and he fainted.
In fact, their news came too late. The 20,000 reinforcements fled to Xiangyang City in scattered pieces this morning. Little did they know that the Beggar Clan disciples had already received the news last night.
Zhang Da fainted, frightening the guards on the side. They quickly pinched the person and beat his thigh. After half a moment, Zhang Da finally woke up.
When he woke up, Zhang Da burst into tears.
"Heaven is going to destroy me, Xiangyang!"
Zhang Da sighed softly, feeling sad and helpless.
"How many brothers are still alive? Where have the enemy troops arrived? Who is the general?"
He asked three questions in a row.
But this sergeant was just a small commander. At that time, the army was defeated like a mountain. He was lucky and ran fast, so he ran back to Xiangyang.
"Report it, report it to the commander-in-chief, you, take a look for yourself!"
As he spoke, he pointed toward the city.
Zhang Da followed his direction and walked slowly over.
In front of his eyes, hundreds of defeated soldiers were seen, their heads hanging down, and in their eyes was the fear that penetrated deep into their bones.
Who is it, and what kind of opponent can make them so afraid?
"You guys escaped and came back? Where is your general?"
Zhang Da is really unbelievable.
Twenty thousand people! Even 20,000 pigs should not have been defeated so quickly and so embarrassingly!
"Come here, anyone who escapes from the battle, behead him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his expression turned cold.
