As the carriages moved through the crowd, the battle cries from the surrounding battlefield surged over like a tide. Soldiers were running and shouting in all directions.
The rear of the Wu Rui battalion's formation consisted of provincial soldiers and volunteer soldiers who had rushed over from all directions. Although they were following the Wu Rui battalion and had confirmed their superiors, they were not able to command them with ease. Some were hot-blooded while others were cowardly. When the Jurchen cavalry charged over from the flank, they didn't even need to unleash the full power of their chain steeds. The front line quickly collapsed.
At this time, the commanding officer in the formation naturally led his own subordinates to protect himself. Some rushed forward while others fled in different directions. There weren't too many high grounds in the surroundings, and when one was in the middle of it, one would feel immense pressure from all directions. Occasionally, one could even see arrows flying across the night sky. When the Jurchen cavalrymen charged in, most of the people were not clear about the exact number and distance of the cavalrymen. It was likely that they were still feeling uneasy. All of a sudden, the cavalrymen charged in like a torrent and raised their sabers high up in the air. At this moment, the surroundings were filled with people and horses being thrown off their feet.
Amidst the clamor, the thousand-strong cavalry led by the Jurchen general Su Kena charged into the rear of the formation. After carving out a path of blood as if they were chopping melons and vegetables, they crashed into a stubborn resistance force.
As the vanguard of the Jurchen cavalry, the ones leading the front line were usually the most elite of the Jurchen cavalry. General Sukena was among them, but he was by no means the first person to take the lead. His trusted aides, brothers, and the most formidable soldiers of the army surrounded him and slaughtered their way in the direction he commanded.
This group of people was the main force behind the Jurchen uprising and the destruction of Liao several years ago. Many of them could be said to be veteran soldiers who had experienced all kinds of battles. Not only were they not afraid of death, but they also knew how to preserve themselves in the midst of a highly effective slaughter. The leader of the vanguard of the cavalry was called Na Du. He was Sukna's most trusted brother. He was also a veteran who had followed Aguda in the rebellion. His body was like an iron tower, and he was holding a long blade that was as tall as a person. He was slashing and slashing. He was roaring crazily at this time. He was leading the troops to the front like a Devil God. The steel blade in front of his horse had already become bloody and minced meat.
Even so, the advance of the cavalry did not slow down much. It was not that there was no one in front who dared to block their way. It was just that before their defenses could take shape, they would be cut down by the steel blades of the cavalry. The cavalry crushed through the blood and corpses. Only after killing a few soldiers that were running around did his killing intent suddenly attack.
What appeared in front of Na Du, who looked like a bloodthirsty demon god, was a spear formation.
"Ah!" He waved the saber and smashed it down.
It wasn't that he hadn't encountered this kind of spear formation along the way. But, the spear formation was as numerous as a forest. Otherwise, he would have smashed the spear formation with the back of his saber, and his warhorse would have directly crashed into it. Very few people would have been able to block such an attack under the slash of his huge saber. However, there was only a loud bang this time, and sparks splashed in the air. His hand felt numb, but he could already feel the attack of the killing intent. A bald man leapt in the air in front of him, and raised his copper rod high in the air.
Na Du's body almost reflexively flipped to the side due to the recoil. The other Jurchen officers and soldiers also brandished their sabers and rushed over in his surroundings.
Shouts of 'kill' shook the sky. The copper rod pounded on the head of Na Du's warhorse with a bang. The horse's head exploded, and countless pieces of flesh and blood splattered in all directions. The warhorse's body bent forward, and it crashed to the ground with a loud rumble. At the same time, blood also blossomed in the surroundings. Several warhorses fell to the ground as if they had crashed into a hard reef. But, they were pushed forward by inertia. Na Du jumped up from the ground and shouted, "Be careful!" He waved his saber and slashed fiercely. Arrows whizzed past in the surroundings, and several Jurchen soldiers fell from their horses. Then, they brandished their sabers and charged over, covered in blood.
The torrent crashed into the reef. Hard and violent shouts of 'kill' rang out and exploded. On one side were battle-hardened soldiers, and on the other side were martial artists who had lived on the edge of a knife all year round. Moreover, most of them could be considered experts. After training and a certain degree of incitement, they used the small formation designed by Zhou Dong to brazenly block the Jurchen's vanguard. Not only were there crossbow bolts flying in the air, but there were also several fishing nets with hooks on them.
All kinds of weapons clashed, and the warhorses charged over. They fell to the ground with thick blood in their bodies, and their hooves kicked everywhere. In the center of the vanguard, the huge man waved his saber wildly, forcing several people to retreat. The bald man with the bronze staff fought with him for a while, but in terms of bravery and fighting for his life, he was actually no match for his opponent, and was forcibly knocked back a few steps. Less than ten feet away, Su Kenna charged forward among the horses. He already knew that he had encountered the elites of the Han, but he did not retreat at all. Instead, there was a fanatical look in his eyes. Slightly to the side, the young man called Yuwen Feidu leaped out of the vanguard. He was pushed by one of his teachers, and using the momentum, he flew into the air. Holding his saber with both hands, he pounced on the Jurchen who looked very much like a general.
"Wahh —"
A crossbow bolt shot into Su Kenna's shoulder. He only felt a slight pain, but his eyes were still fixed on the young man leaping through the air. Yuwen Feidu had already raised the Wolf Fang Saber behind his back, and suddenly hacked down at Su Kenna's head.
"Bang!" With a loud sound, Su Kenna swung his saber upwards, and the warhorse beneath him neighed and jolted to the side. Yuwen Feidu bounced to the side and crashed into the warhorse of a Jurchen Cavalryman. In the blink of an eye, the two were almost entangled. The warhorse neighed wildly. Yuwen Feidu blocked the Jurchen Cavalryman's saber, but was immediately headbutted by the cavalryman. He grabbed the cavalryman's throat with his eagle claw, but the Jurchen Cavalryman abruptly parried it and pulled the saber back. Yuwen Feidu grabbed the saber with a backhand. The two were entangled for a few moments before Yuwen Feidu pulled out his knife and slit the cavalryman's throat. The Jurchen Cavalryman who was running over swung his saber at him, but he blocked it with his knife. He pulled on the reins of his warhorse and was about to run away, but the warhorse had recognized its master and was still struggling. Another saber came from the side. The young man ducked to dodge it, then stabbed the saber into the warhorse's neck and pulled it.
Thick blood spurted out, and the warhorse fell to the side. The young man tried to get up, only to find that one of his legs had been crushed by the horse. In front of him, the iron hooves of the Jurchen Cavalrymen were coming at him, and the nearby spears were also coming at him.
In the blink of an eye, dust and blood were flying everywhere. When Yuwen Feidu struggled to get off the horse and was dragged to the back, he found that not only his thigh was crushed, but his ribs had also been stabbed at some point and was bleeding. The blood from the warhorse and the people fighting to save him had dyed half of his body red.
Killing was everywhere, and the battle line had spread to both sides.
If these two or three hundred people from the Bamboo Shop were the most elite force that Ning Yi could muster, they would certainly be able to block the Female Enlightened Master's charge at the first moment. However, this kind of charge, in front of them, was nothing more than the momentum of a few people, a dozen people, a few dozen people, and their speed had already been slowed down by their allies in front. Only then could they effectively block the Female Enlightened Master's advance.
But even so, the warhorses — even the ones that had been killed in front of them — were still like a moving wall for ordinary people, enough to cause great damage and deterrence. Now that the vanguard was stopped, the Jurchen Cavalrymen in the rear kept pushing to the sides. In the blink of an eye, the rushing torrent was about to become a roaring tide.
Yuwen Feidu saw Zhu Biao and Qi Xinyong kill the Jurchen Cavalryman with the giant saber.
Yuwen Feidu saw one of his masters lying on the ground, covered in blood.
He saw Yue Pengju charging over with the spear formation.
He saw his boss, Ning Yi, who had killed two people, turn around and walk to the rear.
He saw that almost every one of them was covered in blood.
He saw the Jurchen Cavalrymen still rushing over.
At the rear, the caravan was already in chaos. The horses pulling the two carriages seemed to have been startled. One of the carriages charged toward the flanks of the Jurchen Cavalrymen, while the other charged toward the center. A rider tried to pull the reins to stop them, but he could only be pulled along. The Jurchen generals wildly shouted a few words. The fighting on the front line became even more intense, and the original formation began to fall into disarray.
When the two carriages entered the formation of the Jurchen Cavalrymen, not far behind, someone suddenly tightened a rope attached to the back of the carriages.
Su Kena saw a saber wound on the back of the horse. Then, light and flames filled his eyes.
With a loud boom, flames rose up on the battlefield. The explosion caused several casualties. The nearby Jurchen Cavalrymen were also startled and ran in all directions. Su Kena had already fallen off his horse. His ears were ringing, and his vision was blurred. When he got up, the shaking scene in front of him gradually became clear. A Han charged over and slashed at his neck.
At this moment, regardless of whether it was a tenacious battle or a massacre caused by cowardice, they were all continuously appearing on this huge and chaotic battlefield. The several hundred people on Takeshi's side could be considered tenacious, but they were not the only ones. However, the sudden flames and explosions in the night sky attracted the attention of the Jurchen Cavalrymen. Another group of cavalrymen also charged over. The caravan moved away from the battlefield, and the carriages had no choice but to explode on the battlefield. Such flames continued to burn along the road, and along with it, the casualties and blood of the Takeshi troops, who had already been targeted by the Jurchen Cavalrymen …
*****
For many people in the capital, this was a sleepless night.
Fan Lou.
Shishi knelt in her room, burning incense and praying silently. Through some channels, she had already vaguely learned that the imperial court would launch an attack on the Jurchen Cavalrymen today. She was looking forward to the news of victory coming to the city at dawn.
However, the manors of many important figures had already been alarmed by the news. Although there was a curfew, some officials still ran back and forth overnight to confirm the news that they did not dare to believe. However, not long after, another piece of news came. Although many people felt that this news was absurd, it had indeed become a reality.
At a certain moment in the night, the Imperial Palace opened its doors, and the first to come out was the Empress' caravan.
When Li Gang rushed out of the living room of the Prime Minister's manor, he fell in a hurry. He was already old, and this fall was not light. The skin on his forehead was broken, and not long after, it was covered with blood. Fortunately, his health was not bad. After this fall, he only casually wrapped it with a white cloth and could still run. Qin Siyuan also came out from here. After getting on his carriage, he went in another direction.
Tang Ke sat in the study of the manor and read a book. Those who had great achievements were calm in every major event. Moreover, he could not worry about the current situation, so he could only read. However, at this moment, he really could not focus on anything.
When the servants reported that Qin Siyuan had come to visit, he was shocked, but then he quickly invited him in.
Qin Siyuan almost ran in.
Tang Ke and Qin Siyuan had known each other for a long time. Although they often debated and quarreled because of their ideologies of advocating war and peace, they could still be considered friends. Seeing that Qin Siyuan was also in such a state, Tang Wulin could not help but feel uneasy even though he was puzzled. However, he put on a cold expression and cupped his hands in greeting. He went straight to the point and said, "I know that the western army has suffered a crushing defeat and that the other armies are most likely doomed. Even so, you still have something you can do. Why are you looking for me?"
Qin Siyuan was not polite, and said hurriedly, "I'm not here for war …"
He told him what had happened. Tang Ke was stunned, and his eyes stared at him. Then, blood filled his eyes, and blue veins popped on his forehead. He held onto the desk, and his body swayed. After a moment, he said, "How, how … how could this be?"
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