As Nangong Yan was running at top speed, she suddenly felt an inexplicable pain in her heart, as if something sharp had pierced into her heart.
Then, tears involuntarily flowed out of her eyes and were swept behind her by the strong wind.
Countless sad emotions surged into her heart like a tide, as if she had lost the most important thing in her life.
Although she did not want to think about it, Nangong Yan knew that her father had gone to another world at this time.
However, she did not stop because of this. Instead, she suppressed the sadness in her heart, turned it into strength, and continued to run in the direction of King City.
Because she had to complete the task that her father had given her before his death. She had to bring Lin Yun back to King City safely and convey the information from the front line back to King City.
This was not only related to her and Lin Yun's lives, but also related to the stability of the entire Southern Summer, and related to the safety of millions of people in Southern Summer. So no matter what happened now, she could not stop.
Although Nangong Yan suppressed the sadness in her heart, the memories that had accumulated in her mind still gushed out like a fountain. It made her involuntarily recall the past, and the memories that she had spent with her father.
…
The battle had lasted for two hours.
Inside and outside the stronghold, there were corpses everywhere, and rivers of blood flowed. There were countless casualties on both sides.
Under the crazy massacre of Nangong, the rebel army was finally annihilated, and the Southern Summer general was seriously injured.
Although the pass was guarded, after this internal strife, the soldiers of Southern Summer had been greatly weakened.
And the Northern Yan army outside the stronghold had also suffered heavy casualties, and their morale was constantly declining.
"Hold on, the Northern Yan army will soon be unable to hold on!" Nangong, who had died for his country, was bathed in blood and had dozens of injuries, but he still waved the big sword that was full of holes, stood on the wall and shouted loudly, as if this body did not belong to him.
Under the call of Nangong, the soldiers of Southern Summer rose to resist and stubbornly persisted for another quarter of an hour.
Finally, the horn of retreat of Northern Yan sounded.
This vast army left behind hundreds of thousands of corpses and retreated like the tide.
The Southern Summer soldiers, who had been fighting for two hours, raised their weapons and shouted excitedly.
"Northern Yan has retreated, we have won!"
"We won! Long live Southern Summer! Long live Southern Summer! "
When the horn to retreat was sounded, the Northern Yan Army hurriedly retreated. It was a mess. Flags fell to the ground, helmets and armors were thrown away. It was a pathetic sight.
"Open the door!" Nangong died for his country. With a wave of the sword in his hand, the iron gate of the stronghold slowly opened outwards.
A large number of Cuirassiers rushed out of the pass and quickly separated into two groups. They galloped across the grassland at lightning speed towards the retreating Northern Yan army.
These were the cavalry troops that Nangong had arranged in advance when he died for his country. There were not many people in the two cavalry troops, only 20,000 in each troop.
However, it was never about the quantity of troops used. The key was to use them at the right time.
Nangong died for his country. He had long known that the Northern Yan Army would be defeated, so he wanted to maximize the results of the battle.
Once the Northern Yan Army retreated, the hundreds of thousands of troops would be in chaos. If the Southern Summer Cuirassiers rushed out again, they would at least kill tens of thousands of people and give the Northern Yan Army a heavy blow.
The two cavalry units quickly caught up with the retreating Northern Yan army. Like two sharp knives, they plunged into the chaotic Northern Yan army. They were like a life harvester, harvesting lives in a frenzy. Wherever they passed, there was only a pile of badly mutilated corpses.
The morale of the Northern Yan Army fell to the freezing point. The soldiers only cared about running away in panic. They were busy dodging the rain of arrows from the city tower. They were unable to form any form of resistance. It was almost a one-sided massacre.
In just a few minutes, tens of thousands of Northern Yan soldiers were killed by the two cavalry troops.
The failure of the Northern Yan Army to attack the stronghold was a great setback. If they could kill tens of thousands of troops during their retreat, it would be equivalent to sprinkling salt on their wounds. They would no longer have the idea of attacking the stronghold a second time.
In this way, the battle would be completely over. The Northern Yan Army could only retreat with their tails between their legs.
Just when all the soldiers of the Southern Summer Army thought that they had seen the dawn of victory, an unexpected change suddenly occurred.
A dull and deep sound of war drums came from the center of the battlefield without warning. The momentum was earth-shattering. Even the ground was trembling. The high fighting spirit contained in it was completely inconsistent with the situation of the Northern Yan Army retreating step by step.
"Not good, it's a trap! Quickly retreat! "Nangong Martyr's face changed drastically. He wanted to sound the gongs to retreat, but it was too late.
In just a few seconds, the battlefield in front of them had undergone a shocking change. The messy Northern Yan banners suddenly sank into the water.
And in the center of the Northern Yan Army, a large black flag was suddenly erected. It was like an extremely dangerous submerged reef in the tumbling sea.
Nangong Martyr's face turned pale. He did not expect the Northern Yan Army to still hold back in this situation.
They did not even use their full strength in the mighty attack just now. Even the retreat was deliberately pretended.
"Marshal of the Battle Kingdom! The Marshal of the Warring States Period! "
The Northern Yan Army cheered in unison. Every Northern Yan soldier's face was filled with fanaticism and worship, as if they were crowding around their leader.
Like a turbulent undercurrent surging, the messy defeated soldiers separated into two sides. A different army appeared from the messy army.
From the beginning of the battle until now, this army had not moved from its original position, hidden in the center of the Northern Yan Army.
There were only a hundred thousand soldiers in this army. All of them wore bronze armor, held fine iron spears, carried fine iron square shields, and rode Swift Leopards.
Among them, the leader was the most eye-catching. He wore a dark golden scale armor and held a lightning halberd. His face was full of hideous scars.
His forehead was branded with the Meteor Dart totem, and the number "11" was engraved below the totem. A pair of golden eyes exuded a terrifying murderous aura, like the most bloodthirsty and ferocious beast.
What made people's hair stand on end was that the golden mount he was riding was actually a Golden Barbaric Bull!
The Golden Barbaric Bull was a mid-tier Level Four demon beast. Its strength was comparable to a Level Four human King Wu. To be able to tame such a demon beast as a mount, it was enough to imagine how terrifying the strength of this leader was.
"Marshal of the Battle Kingdom!"
"Marshal of the Battle Kingdom!"
"Marshal of the Battle Kingdom …"
The Northern Yan soldiers cheered even more fanatically. This title was like the name of the Grim Reaper, making the soldiers of the Southern Summer soldiers feel extremely uneasy.
The Marshal of the Battle Kingdom was the highest military rank in the Northern Yan Army. It was equivalent to the Marshal of the Southern Summer Country.
The previous Marshal of the Battle Kingdom was Xue Rengui's uncle, Xue Zhiqian. At the peak of the Level Five King Wu, he was the strongest in the Northern Yan.
However, he was still no match for the Country Emperor and was killed by the Country Army in a battle. From then on, there was no Marshal of the Battle Kingdom in the Northern Yan.
It was also because of the fall of the Marshal of the Battle Kingdom that the Northern Yan dared not to invade the Southern Summer.
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