Captain Qian repeatedly confirmed that Peng Hu, who had two spears and a dozen flying arrows stuck in his body, was dead, and then issued the order:
"Fall back!"
The archers and spearmen around him immediately turned around and ran to the shore.
Qian Duizhui also shouted again:
"We succeeded! Young Master, we succeeded!"
Yuan Yao finally loosened his clenched fists and ordered:
"The enemy general is dead!"
"Commanders, follow me and charge!"
As he spoke, Yuan Yao drew out his sword and waved it to the east.
On the big ship, Peng Cai looked at what was happening in front of him, feeling shocked and angry.
The bridge collapsed, Peng Jin fell into the water, and was shot and killed. It all happened too fast and too unexpectedly!
Peng Cai couldn't believe that his most loyal helper, Peng Hu, the third oldest member of the Peng family, was killed by Yuan Yao so easily!
"Let Peng go in and save the third child!"
"Go quickly!"
Peng Cai roared almost out of control.
The dog-headed military advisor looked at Yuan Jun who had retreated with a single blow, and couldn't help but feel discouraged and said: "Young Master, I'm afraid it's Young Master Tiger..."
The dog-headed military advisor didn't say the second half of his sentence, because Peng Cai's sinister eyes were already full of ferocity, staring at him.
"Ahu! He won't die!"
"He is Peng Hu, the Tiger of the Peng family! He will only die in fighting, not in an unexpected way!"
Peng Cai said fiercely.
The dog-headed military advisor swallowed and looked at the river out of the corner of his eye.
After Yuan Jun broke the bridge, he immediately rushed eastward.
A few hundred steps east of the bridge entrance on the south bank, Peng Jin was directing his fishermen to send the Peng family members on the boat to the shore, preparing to participate in the siege of the government troops.
Peng Jin felt a little tired at the thought of driving a boat to the north bank later to continue pulling people across the river.
But it is better to be tired from going back and forth like this than to fight head-on with the army, Peng Jin comforted himself.
"Boss, Yuan Jun is running over!"
On the fishing boat nearby, a man suddenly shouted.
Peng Jin looked to the west and saw that Yuan's army, numbering several hundred, actually fled without a fight and came towards him to die.
No, no, this is not an escape!
When you run away, you don't hold up your sword and charge at yourself while shouting the word "kill".
"Boss, look, the bridge is broken again, boss!"
Peng Jin looked into the distance and saw that the Peng family's 100-foot-long wooden bridge was suddenly broken not far from the bridge entrance on the south bank.
Hundreds of people from the Peng family were crowding on the other side of the broken bridge, waving swords and shouting and cursing, but they could not cross the bridge.
Thousands more people were still standing at the entrance of the North Bank bridge, waiting to get on the bridge or get on the boat!
Oops, now it's my turn to suffer!
Peng Jin secretly thought something was wrong and hurriedly shouted: "Don't come to the shore, go back to the center of the river!"
After shouting twice, Peng Jin finally remembered his reed whistle and immediately started blowing it.
The Peng family members of No. 100 who had already landed on the beach saw hundreds of officers and soldiers rushing towards them. The seven souls frightened the six souls and they had no intention of resisting.
They all turned around and ran back to the river beach, climbing onto the boats on the river beach.
Seeing this, Peng Jin hurriedly puffed up his cheeks and started blowing hastily.
After blowing the whistle, Peng Jin remembered that the farmers on the boat couldn't understand the fishermen's whistle, and he shouted angrily:
"No boarding!"
"Don't get on the boat directly, push the boat to deep water and then get on the boat!"
"You don't understand what people are saying. The boat has been stranded and you are still trying to get on! Go down and push the boat first!"
The Peng family fishermen also cursed one after another.
But the panicked Peng family farmers didn't care whether the boat could be launched into the water, they only cared about whether they could get on the boat.
Peng Jin greatly regretted that he should not have listened to the peasant patriarch just now and drove the boat so close that the farmers could get ashore without getting their pants wet.
It's okay now, my pants are not wet, my life is going to die!
"Mud can't hold up a wall!"
Peng Jin cursed loudly and saw that his boat was stuck in the river beach and could not move because there were too many people coming aboard.
Without hesitation, he jumped directly into the water and swam towards the center of the river.
When the leader of the small farmer family on the boat saw Peng Jin abandoning the boat and fled, he yelled and cursed:
"Peng Jin, you have no loyalty! I will kill your whole family!"
"Why are you sitting there? Row the boat for me!"
It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others. The little clan leader picked up the pole and tried to push the boat filled with more than a dozen clan members from the river beach to the deep water.
Whoosh.
A flying arrow hit him right in the back.
The frightened farmers, those with oars, tried their best to paddle through the muddy water, but in vain.
Some of them were so emotionally broken that they jumped back into the river. However, once they reached the deep water, they remembered that they couldn't swim.
As a result, they died in front of the people on the boat.
…
After killing hundreds of Peng's tribesmen with almost no casualties, Captain Qian quickly asked for instructions:
"Captain, these dozen stranded ships?"
Yuan Yao looked at the hundreds of Peng family ships cruising on the river and ordered: "Drill through and sink!"
"The whole army obeys the order!"
"The rear team changes to the front team, throw away all items except armor and weapons, and run towards the south!"
Four hundred people are alive today because they all followed Yuan Yao's command.
No one hesitated at this moment, everyone even threw away the dry food and ran towards the south together!
…
At this time, Huang Yi had led thirty Yuan troops and ran for a full quarter of an hour.
Looking at Shangliao City, which was more than a hundred steps away in front of him, Huang Yi held his hands on the ground and panted heavily.
One mile in the Han Dynasty was 415.8 meters.
He ran twelve miles in a quarter of an hour, or five thousand meters in fifteen minutes, and his physical strength was almost exhausted.
"Everyone, take a rest here and prepare to enter the city!"
When everyone approached the visible range of Shangliao City, they immediately ran from the road into the mulberry forest. At this moment, everyone believed that they had never been discovered by the defenders of Shangliao City.
Huang Yi lay on the side of the road and looked at Shangxiaocheng.
Is the Wubao built by a powerful family in a place worthy of being called a "city"?
Huang Yi didn't believe it at first.
But at this moment, Shangliao City completely fell into his eyes, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
In terms of size, this powerful clan fortress cannot meet the standard of a "city"!
The width is only two hundred feet at most, which is completely unable to meet the standards of a city of three miles and a country of seven miles.
But in terms of its solidity and towering height, it is fully worthy of the name of a city.
I saw that the city wall of Shangliao City was not made of rammed earth and wood, but of countless stones! And it’s more than three feet tall!
You must know that most county cities are only one or two feet high. Only in dangerous places will it exceed three feet. And most of them are made of rammed earth, and there are very few strong cities built of stone bricks.
But this city is already the first fortified and high city that Huang Yi has seen since he followed Yuan Yao to the south, besides Shu City.
If the defenders defend tightly, even if there are tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, it will be difficult to conquer!
However, at this time, the north gate of Shangliao City was wide open, and people from the Peng clan came and went from time to time carrying firewood and dung.
There were almost no tribesmen watching and guarding the city from above, and the only ones looking after the gate below were a few Peng clan members who were leaning against the stone wall and yawning.
