The lights flickered. The commotion from inside and outside the barracks rushed into the King's tent like waves. Some came from afar. It was faintly audible, but it could be heard that it was the voices of millions of people. Some came from nearby. The running troops and the shouting of orders pushed the news of the enemy's approach.
"I …"
Li Qianshun, who had been silent all this while, stood up from his seat in the middle tent. "I … now believe that there is such a strong army in the world."
In the King's tent, Ah Sha and the others also stood up solemnly when they heard Li Qianshun's words.
"But I don't believe that he can continue to be so strong! Order the crossbows to be ready. Fire arrows to meet the enemy! "
Ah Sha was stunned. "Your Majesty, the sky is dark. We can't see the enemy's position clearly. Moreover, there are still our subordinates …"
"Since they are our comrades, why not turn back to meet the enemy?" Li Qianshun's gaze swept across and said, "Burn them to death!"
"Iron Sparrow Hawk, get ready!"
"Crossbows, get ready!"
"Garrison Camp, get ready …"
He leapt out of the king's tent and saw that the elites of the Western Xia Country were waiting in rows and rows amidst the flames. Outside the main camp, all kinds of banners and figures were running in all directions. Some of them were running towards the main camp, while others were taking a detour. At this time, the law enforcement team was guarding the Western Xia King's camp. Even the scouts that were sent out were not allowed to come in. In the distance, something suddenly exploded among the fleeing crowd. It was a bag of explosives that was thrown down from the sky.
The crossbow troops in the formation lit up, and then, like raindrops of light, they rose into the sky, swirled, and fell into the crowd.
In the distance, the crowd was running and killing was spreading. Only the silhouettes of some Black Flag Soldiers could be seen.
Li Qianshun climbed up the wooden watchtower and looked at the chaotic and defeated scene. He sighed from the bottom of his heart. "What a good army …" Vaguely, he also saw the balloons floating in the distant sky.
In the barracks, Ah Sha dared not get on his horse and sword. He shouted, "Where are the Xiang Clan's descendants!?"
In front of him, the densely packed soldiers of the Hostage Army and Garrison Camp let out a deafening roar of agreement.
"Go! If we don't go, we will die … "
Outside the camp, Luo Ye and his companions were driving the thousands of captives who had lost their weapons forward.
In the process of slaughtering their way here, the several thousand Black Flag Army formed companies, occasionally gathering, occasionally scattering to charge and kill. It was unknown just how many battles they had already fought. During this process, a large number of Xixia soldiers were routed and fled. There were also some who were killed in the process of fleeing. Luo Ye and the others used the Xixia language, which was not very fluent, to ask the Xixia soldiers to abandon their weapons. Then, they slashed their legs and forced them to move forward. Moreover, they had encountered the light cavalry led by Liu Chengzong on the way. And, the momentum of the entire Xixia army's defeat had become more and more obvious.
When they saw Li Qianshun's position and the fire arrows flying into the sky, everyone knew that the decisive battle was about to begin.
It was dark all around. In the darkness, the wilderness seemed endless, and so were the surrounding noises and heads. In such darkness, the black flag was almost invisible.
After nearly half a day of killing and tossing, exhaustion and pain engulfed him, trying to conquer everything.
He didn't know how many of his companions were still there.
The final obstacle was right in front of them. It was also impossible to estimate how difficult it would be.
But for more than a year, that kind of pressure of not having a way forward had never weakened. The pressure of the Female Enlightened Masters, the pressure of the world falling into chaos, and the pressure of being the enemy of the world, in fact, were shrouding them at every moment. Following the rebellion, some people were coerced, and some people were impulsive. But as soldiers, charging at the frontlines, they could more and more clearly see that if the world fell and the Female Enlightened Masters wreaked havoc, the people of the world would be miserable. This was also the reason why they would choose to rebel after seeing the slightest difference, and not go with the flow.
If they hadn't seen the scene of people being plunged into misery and suffering, hadn't seen with their own eyes the destruction of families, hadn't seen the scene of men being tortured and killed, and women being raped and humiliated to death, perhaps they would also choose the same path as the ordinary people: where couldn't they go and live an ignoble life?
But even the stupidest person would understand how difficult it was to be the enemy of the world.
In this one year, whether they were optimistic or fearless, it didn't matter. This kind of thinking and awareness, in fact, was suppressed in the bottom of everyone's heart. The reason they were able to come this far was because someone told them that if there was no way forward, then use the blade to carve a way out, and the people around them all wielded this blade. Breaking through Yanzhou and killing Iron Sparrow Hawk, they were already the strongest soldiers in the world. But if they returned to Little Cang River, what awaited them was the pressure of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and the spirit of their own people.
There had never been a good path in this world, but now, the path was right in front of them!
"— — The path is in front!" A hoarse voice rang out in the darkness. Just by hearing it, one could feel the exhaustion and difficulty in the voice.
"... Die here or kill your way over!"
"... Do you still have strength!?"
"Forward — —"
It was unknown who was shouting this and that, but all the voices were filled with exhaustion. Having killed their way here, the veterans who had experienced big and small battles were trying their best to conserve every bit of strength, but there were still many people who spontaneously opened their mouths to shout. Some of them were officers, and some were ordinary Black Flag soldiers. They used all their strength to give the people around them a boost.
The shield formation was once again pieced together. Lu Jie fell to the ground. His entire body was stained with the enemy's blood and flesh. After struggling for a while, someone pulled him up from the side and shouted, "How is it!?"
"No... I'm fine!"
Lu Jie walked forward and added the shield in his hand into the formation.
In the great chaos, a rain of arrows flew. Not long after, the enemy came from the front! It was the most elite infantry formed by the Western Xia's Hostage Army and the garrison camp. The shield formation collided with each other, and then there was an earth-shattering force! The people behind stabbed forward with their spears. Some people fell to the ground and used their spears to sweep the legs of others. In a gap between the shields, a dagger-axe stabbed over. Just as it was about to twist, Lu Jie grabbed it and forcefully pushed it down.
His body was still pushing forward on the shield with all his might. A comrade climbed on top of his body and suddenly swung it. There was a bang in front of him and it ignited in flames. The comrade who had thrown the dagger-axe was also stabbed by the spear and fell down.
The dagger-axe in Lu Jie's hand began to pull back. The people beside him squeezed. The dagger-axe's horizontal edge stuck to his face, and then it slowly cut into his flesh. His ear was cut in half, and then half of his cheek. He gritted his teeth and shouted, pushing the shield with all his strength. The dagger-axe that was pulling back hooked his fingers and pressed them against the shield. Blood gushed out from his hand. Four fingers were forcibly cut by the dagger-axe and the shield. As blood spurted out, the strength in his body was fading away. He was still pushing that shield with all his strength. He subconsciously shouted, "Someone come. Someone come. "He did not know if anyone could hear him.
His comrade, who was holding a spear, stabbed out from the side. Then, he squeezed in beside him and forcefully pushed against his shield. Lu Jie's body slowly slid forward. Blood gushed out from his fingers. What a pity. He looked at the shield formation and listened to the shouts of countless people. The darkness was gradually swallowing up his strength, vision, and life. But what made him feel gratified was that someone had managed to block that shield in time.
— — Just because one person retreated was not just one person's failure. When you retreated, your comrade would die.
Tens of thousands of protoss soldiers pushed forward. And at the frontline of contact, they began to retreat …
The Iron Sparrowhawk rushed out of the Western Xia camp and dispersed the defeated soldiers. In front of them, the armored heavy cavalry formed a line, like a huge barrier.
These heavy cavalry were no longer able to charge forward. The armored riders dismounted from their horses and drove the armored warhorses forward to crush them. Flaming arrows flew across the night sky. At the same time, there were stones thrown by Po Xi's catapults from time to time. The Iron Sparrowhawk charged forward in the flickering light. Half of them collided with this frontline.
The armored riders on foot and the armored heavy cavalry fought fiercely. Sparks flew in the darkness. The soldiers at the rear had already used up all the explosives they carried. These formations drove the blindfolded horses forward and continued to charge forward. Even the last five hundred Iron Sparrowhawk were swallowed up by the formation and lost the speed of their charge.
The light cavalry took a detour and began to cooperate with the infantry to launch a desperate attack.
The battlefield spread out majestically. In this sea of people, Mao Yishan's saber had already been scratched. He had changed his saber while pushing the shield. He took the saber when his companion, Qian Suiying, fell down. Qian Suiying was called the Thousand-Year Eagle when they trained together. Mao Yishan liked his name. He felt that it was obviously given by a learned person. He once said, "If you can't live to be a thousand years old, this name will be a pity." When he fell just now, Mao Yishan thought, "What a pity." He grabbed the saber in his opponent's hand and wanted to kill the person who stabbed the spear.
But there were so many people on the opposite side that he couldn't cut them.
Qu Qing's old wounds had reopened. Two arrows were stuck in his body. He staggered forward while shouting with all his might. On the frontline, Hou Wu was covered in blood. He thrust his spear forward again and again. He opened his mouth and shouted hoarsely, but his mouth was full of blood foam.
Li Qianshun stood on the watchtower and looked at everything around him. He suddenly felt a little strange.
The Western Xia and the Wu dynasty had been at war for many years. Wars and killings came and went. He had experienced and seen these wars since he was a child. The Wu dynasty's Western Army was formidable, and the people of the northwest were tough. This was something he had experienced a long time ago. In fact, the Wu dynasty was swift and fierce in the northwest, but the Western Xia was also swift and fierce. He had seen everything on the battlefield. Only this time was a battlefield that he had never seen before.
There were clearly not many people charging over from the darkness, and they were clearly tired. But the pressure coming from all around the battlefield pushed over like an avalanche.
The Hostage Army's formation swayed. At the center of the contact, a gap actually began to appear in the shield formation, and they were pushed back. Every step they took in this slow retreat meant that blood would gush out. Even more Hostage Army soldiers were currently flanking from two sides. On one side, they encountered light cavalry. The well-trained soldiers formed a formation of spears. And in the sky, something was falling down, falling into the crowd.
There was a loud boom. Flesh flew everywhere, and shock waves spread in all directions. A moment later, the crossbows at the rear fired a rain of arrows into the sky. The only balloon that had floated near the Western Xia formation was enveloped by the rain of arrows. In order to drop that explosive, the controller had lowered the altitude of the balloon.
In the night, the red tide of blood and fire surged. The light cavalry charged forward, the infantry fought, and the heavy cavalry pushed forward. The hot air balloon floated down and ignited. Then, there was a sweeping explosion. At a certain moment, Luo Ye flipped over his shield. "Li Qianshun! I'll borrow your head to play with — "
Beside him, shouts pierced through the night.
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