Chapter 1388

"Retreat!" Cao Hong roared, his tone filled with resentment.

He was unwilling to accept defeat, but the current situation left him no choice but to choose to admit defeat.

As soon as Cao Hong's words fell, his troops began to retreat; their speed was very slow, appearing somewhat timid.

Seeing this, the soldiers of Zhao Zilong and Gu Yi hurriedly chased after them.

Their army and Cao Hong's army crossed paths, their figures disappearing into the darkness continuously.

This was the final decisive battle!

Zhao Zilong's face was filled with determination.

He and Gu Yi accelerated their speed by coincidence, running toward the rear.

Their speed was very fast, their backs becoming smaller and smaller. Their figures gradually hid in the night curtain.

Cao Hong looked at the gradually disappearing Zhao Zilong and Gu Yi, his heart filled with unwillingness. He knew that he had already lost; this defeat was destined to be his failure.

He looked at the surrounding battlefield, his lips pressed tightly, his complexion appearing exceptionally solemn. A look of dimness flashed on his face, and his face was filled with frustration.

"Do we still have a chance?" Zhang Liao asked in a low voice.

Cao Hong shook his head, a look of dimness flashing in his eyes. He sighed and said softly: "We have already lost."

"Then what should we do?" Zhang Liao said in a deep voice, his tone carrying worry.

"Return to the city," Cao Hong said, gritting his teeth, a look of firmness flashing in his eyes.

"Return to the city?" Zhang Liao was stunned for a moment; he hurriedly shook his head and said in a deep voice: "We cannot return to the city."

"Why?" Cao Hong asked, his tone filled with doubt.

"Because we have already failed; no matter what, we cannot return to the city; otherwise, we will be ridiculed by the people of the world," Zhang Liao said slowly.

Cao Hong nodded, his tone carrying unwillingness: "However, I am really very unwilling."

He was unwilling to accept defeat, nor was he willing to be killed by Zhao Zilong and Gu Yi just like that; however, the thought of giving up had already sprouted in his heart, and a look of dimness flashed in his eyes.

"My lord, we still have hope," Zhang Liao said in a deep voice.

"What hope is left?" Cao Hong asked, not understanding.

"There is one more way." Zhang Liao looked at the generals who were still fighting in the distance, a cold arc curling at the corners of his mouth.

As his words fell, the taste of conspiracy appeared on his face.

Cao Hong looked at the distant battlefield, looking at those generals who were still fighting; confusion flashed in his eyes, and he did not understand Zhang Liao's meaning.

"Are you saying, let them kill each other?" Cao Hong looked at the distant battlefield and asked doubtfully.

"Yes, they are mortal enemies," Zhang Liao said, a devious smile on his face, and cunning light flashing in his eyes.

"Isn't that very good?" Cao Hong asked.

"Yes." Zhang Liao nodded, a sneer appearing on his face: "As long as they kill each other, their casualties will be even greater."

"You are truly wise," Cao Hong nodded slightly, a look of appreciation hanging on his face.

After hearing this sentence, Zhang Liao's face revealed wild joy, and his eyes lit up.

He and Cao Hong both knew that although this plan was simple and crude, it was the most effective method.

As long as those people killed each other, their casualties would definitely be great; they would fall apart, and might even be completely wiped out; this was the best method.

Zhang Liao and Cao Hong looked at the soldiers in the distance, their eyes filled with bloodthirst and excitement.

They had waited for a long time and finally waited for this opportunity; how could they miss this opportunity?

A cold arc curled at the corners of Zhang Liao's mouth, cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and his eyes carried a thick look of resentment.

"My lord, please give the order, let me lead the army to kill into the enemy camp, kill the enemy until not a single piece of armor remains, and slaughter the enemy completely." A cruel arc curled at the corners of Zhang Liao's mouth, and his eyes were filled with coldness.

"Good!" Cao Hong nodded, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Order the entire army to charge and kill into the enemy camp," Cao Hong shouted loudly.

"Yes!"

After his command was issued, those soldiers charged toward the enemy's military camp one after another.

Cao Hong's personal guard unit and the soldiers of the generals all roared loudly, their faces filled with bloodthirsty light, and they killed toward those soldiers.

The long spears in their hands thrust fiercely into the enemy's bodies.

Their long spears thrust fiercely into the enemy's bodies.

Fresh blood flowed out from their long spears, splashing onto the enemy's armor, staining the armor red.

Those enemies emitted painful roars, and they resisted desperately.

However, their two fists were no match for four legs; their bodies were continuously picked up by long spears, and quite a few soldiers were pierced through by long spears and fell to the ground.

Under Cao Hong's command, Zhang Liao led five hundred elite cavalry and three thousand infantry to launch a fierce attack toward those soldiers, killing them until they retreated step by step.

"My lord, these soldiers are too brave; they actually engaged in a head-on clash with our soldiers." Zhang Liao looked at the battle in the distance, surprise flashing in his eyes.

"They are our brothers; they have a common enemy; we must unite to resist the enemy together and resist the invasion of foreign tribes together," Cao Hong said in a deep voice, a look of grief hanging on his face.

"Yes," Zhang Liao bowed and responded, a look of admiration appearing on his face.

In his heart, Cao Hong's prestige was the highest; he was his lord, and he would follow Cao Hong forever.

Under the command of Zhao Zilong and Gu Yi, Zhao Zilong led the soldiers under his command to continuously kill into Cao Hong's military camp.

Around them, there were already many corpses of soldiers; these soldiers had all been slaughtered by Zhao Zilong and Gu Yi.

Long spears were inserted into their bodies, fresh blood dripping, and their bodies had already become sieves.

The eyes of those soldiers were filled with terror; they struggled desperately, wanting to escape, wanting to survive, but they had no strength to escape.

"Soldiers, no matter how great the price, we must stop those despicable enemies and make them pay a heavy price," Zhao Zilong looked at the soldiers before him, a look of firmness appearing on their faces.