Phi-Fic Chapter 491 Heroes' Bloodshed Beneath Juzhou City: Marquis of Zhenxi VS King of Langya, Victory
Chapter 491 Heroes' Bloodshed Beneath Juzhou City: Marquis of Zhenxi VS King of Langya, Victory
After these words were spoken, the battlefield fell silent.
Only the sound of the wind blowing the flags could be heard.
Baili Luochen looked at Xiao Ruofeng, still smiling, but his eyes grew colder.
He suddenly realized that the famous Prince of Langya before him, the "young master" praised by both the martial arts world and the imperial court, was ultimately too naive.
"Hehehe..."
Baili Luochen sneered, his laughter full of sarcasm.
"What talk of rulers and subjects, brothers and sisters? Prince Langya, don't you think... it's utterly ridiculous?"
He raised the iron spear in his hand, the tip pointing towards the north towards Tianqi: "Your father has almost sentenced the old man to the crime of treason in the imperial edict, and ordered that eunuch to escort my whole family back to the capital!"
If I accept the imperial decree and go with Zhuo Luo, wouldn't I become a fish on a chopping block, completely at their mercy?
"And speaking of Dongjun—" Baili Luochen's voice suddenly turned stern, "My grandson in Tianqi City was almost assassinated by people sent by the imperial court several times!"
"If it weren't for the protection of his cousin Wen Yanzhao and Mr. Li, the lineage of my Baili clan would have been severed long ago by your father!"
These words struck Xiao Ruofeng's heart like a heavy hammer.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself unable to refute it.
Baili Luochen looked at him and slowly shook his head: "No need for further words, Prince of Langya. Now that we have met on the battlefield, let's settle this with swords and spears!"
He brandished his iron spear, his voice like the clash of iron and stone: "If you can defeat the old man's Windbreaker Army head-on, I, Baili Luochen, am willing to offer my head to follow you to Tianqi, to my brother's imperial tomb—to atone for my sins!"
As the last word was uttered, behind Baili Luochen, 50,000 elite cavalry of the Breaking Wind Army simultaneously raised their spears and roared:
"kill--!!!"
Ten thousand people shouted in unison, their voices shaking heaven and earth!
The chilling atmosphere pressed down as if it were a tangible force, causing a stir within the Northern Li army ranks.
Many soldiers were pale-faced, their hands trembling slightly as they gripped their weapons. Faced with this iron army that had never been defeated in the southwest, the morale of the Northern Army had already been dampened before the battle even began!
Xiao Ruofeng gripped the Haoque sword tightly, his knuckles turning white.
He knew he had said everything he needed to say, and all that remained was to fight.
He slowly raised the Haoque Sword, its blade gleaming with a cool luster in the morning light.
His gaze swept over the 30,000 soldiers behind him—they were exhausted and fearful, but they still stood there, waiting for his orders.
"The sons and daughters of Dali—"
Xiao Ruofeng's voice, projected with internal force, clearly reached the ears of every soldier:
"The time has come to make a name for ourselves! We have been ordered to suppress the rebellion, and before us stands Marquis Baili Luochen of the Western Garrison! Whoever captures him will be ennobled and appointed a general!"
He pointed his sword forward, the sound like tearing silk:
"All troops, listen to my command—charge with me!!!"
"kill--!"
The Northern Army unleashed its final fighting spirit, surging towards the black army formation opposite them like a burst dam!
Almost simultaneously, Baili Luochen raised his iron spear.
Upon seeing this, his deputy general Chen Dunru immediately shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Broken Wind Army, heed my command—surveillance and advance straight for the Prince of Langya!!!"
"boom--!!!"
The two armies, like two torrents, collided with a deafening roar!
The bloody battle has begun.
The Windbreaker Army's tactics are simple yet effective.
The first rank of heavily armored spearmen crouched down, their spears pointing diagonally, forming a deadly forest of spears.
The vanguard of the Northern Army crashed into the enemy and dozens of men were instantly stabbed through, their screams mingling with the spray of blood.
However, the Northern Army was also an elite force, and the follow-up troops immediately changed formation, with shields in front and swordsmen and axemen hacking through the gaps, trying to break through the gun formation.
Just then, the second column of the Breaking Wind Army moved.
Swordsmen and shieldmen suddenly burst out from between the spearmen, their shields slamming together and their swords sweeping across! The Northern Li army's shield formation was forced to retreat repeatedly, and their formation immediately fell apart.
Meanwhile, the archers in the third column had already fired the first volley of arrows.
Arrows rained down like locusts, covering the rear of the Northern Li army. Archers and crossbowmen, lacking the protection of shields, fell in droves.
Xiao Ruofeng charged left and right through the formation, each swing of the Haoque Sword bringing forth a shower of blood.
He wielded the Rift Sword Technique to its fullest extent, his sword energy crisscrossing the land, and wherever it passed, the soldiers of the Breaking Wind Army fell like wheat being harvested.
But his individual bravery could not change the course of the battle.
The Breaking Wind Army is too strong.
These battle-hardened veterans coordinated with terrifying precision. Their spear thrusts, sword slashes, shield collisions, and crossbow bolts were all honed to perfection, and their teamwork was flawless.
What's even more terrifying is their fighting spirit—
A centurion of the Pofeng Army had his right arm severed by the Haoque sword energy. Instead of screaming, he used his left hand to grip the sword, lunged forward, grabbed a captain of the Beili Army, and slit the man's throat with the sword!
Elsewhere, five members of the Breaking Wind Army were surrounded by a Northern Li Army force several times their size. Instead of retreating, they formed a circular formation and fought back to back to the death!
In the end, all five men died in battle, but they held off the Northern Li army for half a quarter of an hour, leaving behind more than ten corpses!
"Is this... the Breaking Wind Army?" Xiao Ping, the commander of Langya King's personal guards, stood protectively beside Xiao Ruofeng, slashing down a Breaking Wind soldier who was charging at him with a single blow, his voice trembling.
Xiao Ruofeng did not answer; he simply continued to swing his sword.
Nation-Splitting Sword Technique - Breaking Army Style!
The sword energy was like a rainbow, sweeping across ten feet in front of them, and more than twenty Windbreaker soldiers fell down at the same time.
But more people immediately stepped in, and no one retreated because they were facing a master of the Heavenly Realm, Langya Wang. Instead, more people formed battle formations, trying to find Xiao Ruofeng's weakness!
This indomitable fighting spirit is more terrifying than any bravery!
Time passed by minute by minute.
As dawn broke and the sun rose higher, the battlefield outside the south gate of Juzhou was littered with corpses.
The Northern Army's formation was constantly compressed, cut off, and nibbled away. Within two hours, the 30,000-strong army had been reduced to more than half its strength!
Xiao Ruofeng was covered in blood, his white clothes stained dark red. He had been shot in the left shoulder with an arrow that had pierced through the flesh, and although it had been removed, the wound was still bleeding...
But he can't stop!
He is the commander-in-chief, the courage of the entire army. If he falls, the Northern Li Army will immediately collapse!
"Your Highness! The right flank can't hold on!" A lieutenant general, his face covered in blood, rushed over and roared hoarsely.
Xiao Ruofeng turned his head to look.
The three thousand Northern Li troops on the right flank were cut off and scattered by a thousand-man unit of the Broken Wind Army, and were now fighting independently. The Broken Wind Army's light cavalry patrolled the perimeter, constantly reaping the losses with a hail of arrows!
"Xiao Ping!" Xiao Ruofeng gritted his teeth, "Take five hundred personal guards and support the right flank!"
"Then Your Highness..."
"Go!"
Xiao Ping gritted his teeth and accepted the order, leading his troops to attack the right flank.
Xiao Ruofeng took a deep breath and drew his sword to fight again.
The Haoque Sword had already been chipped in several places, and its sword energy was no longer as sharp as it had been at the beginning. But his swordsmanship was still exquisite, and every strike was sure to take a life.
Another hour passed, and the sun rose to its zenith...
The battle cries gradually subsided, not because of a ceasefire, but because fewer and fewer people were left standing!
The Northern Army has less than eight thousand men left.
Divided into more than a dozen parts, each fighting its own battle, its demise was only a matter of time.
Xiao Ruofeng was left with only a hundred or so personal guards.
They formed a circle, protecting their commander in the center, and fought to the death against the ever-surging Windbreaker Army.
Everyone was covered in wounds, everyone was exhausted, but no one retreated.
Because behind him was the Prince of Langya.
"Your Highness..." a guard, pierced through the body by a spear, cried out before falling to the ground, "This subordinate... will go first..."
Xiao Ruofeng's eyes welled up with tears, and he looked around.
As far as the eye could see, there were only the corpses of the Northern Li soldiers—banners fallen, warhorses dead, and broken weapons stuck in the blood and mud, gleaming coldly in the sunlight!
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