Chapter 174 Chapter 173: A crushing defeat, Liu Jiuren's strange road! (Subscribe)
Thousands of horses are galloping across the vast plain.

The sound of horses' hooves hitting the ground was like an overwhelming tidal wave. The earth trembled under their iron hooves, and even the clouds in the sky were dispersed.

The sound is so loud that it makes people tremble!
The shouts of the Northern Border soldiers echoed between heaven and earth. The aura of iron-blooded killing filled the world and weighed heavily on everyone's heart.

At this moment, they seemed to have returned to the battlefield where they fought against the Northern Barbarian Cavalry. Like an enraged lion, they pounced on their prey regardless of everything.

After all, they are well-trained and have survived the Northern Barbarian Cavalry. There are very few of them who are just filling in the numbers.

They all drew their bows and swords at the same time, but their formation was never disrupted and they remained neat and uniform, truly achieving the unity of man and horse.

"These people are all fierce soldiers!"

Li Zhongwu's eyes flickered as he looked at the charging Northern cavalry, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

There is a saying in Daqian that there are no cowards in the northern border, and this can be seen in these people. After all, being able to stay in the northern border and endure the wind and frost all year round, this perseverance alone is enough to make people admire.

The fighting power of these people is definitely not comparable to that of the previous imperial officers and soldiers. Even the fierceness of this army's charge is enough to surpass many people. You have to know that the officers and soldiers they faced before, although they looked like they were charging, were actually just marching in their own camps, far less magnificent than this northern army.

But the more this happened, the more excited he became.

Because only blood can forge an iron army,
Even though the Beiwei soldiers under his command had undergone rigorous training and were fully armed, they were still a little short of perfection and there was still some gap between them and those veterans who were truly fighting for their lives.

This was his chance to train these people. He knew that Lin Zhongyun had this idea in mind for mobilizing this large army to intercept Liu Jiuren.

Thinking of this, he rode his horse towards everyone, looked up to the sky and shouted, "Raise an army for a thousand days and deploy it in a single moment. King Wu has trained you all for such a long time and it's only today. Everyone, get ready!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the clear and melodious sound of swords being drawn suddenly rang out between heaven and earth, lasting for a long time and resounding through the sky.

The sound of drawing the sword was like thunder, instantly breaking the silence on the battlefield, echoing across the vast plain, and shaking everyone's heart.

The soldiers of the rebel army drew their swords in unison, their movements uniform and cold, the blades flashing in the sun, reflecting a dazzling light, as if countless dazzling lightning flashed across the sky. The blades were as cold as snow, ruthless, reflecting the cold and resolute faces of the rebels.

At this moment, they are no longer someone's husband or son. They are standing here today with only one identity, that is, soldiers, fearless soldiers. Their eyes are as sharp as hawks, full of desire for victory and hatred for the enemy. Every face seems to be carved on cold iron stone, without mercy, only endless killing intent.

The uniform movements and the earth-shaking momentum immediately made the Northern soldiers feel an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if the blades of the rebels were pointed at them, making it difficult for them to breathe.

"how come?"

"How can the murderous intent of these people be so strong?"

"Are they really untrained rebels?"

At this moment, the Northern soldiers who were leading the charge at the front all changed color, their eyes filled with disbelief.

But by the time they reacted, it was too late.

The sound of the rebels' charge was like bursts of thunder, ringing endlessly!

"Brothers, for King Wu, for our future, kill!" Li Zhongwu shouted loudly, his voice resounding through the sky like thunder, arousing the fighting enthusiasm of the rebel soldiers.

Li Zhongwu spurred his horse and whipped the horse, leading the charge and charging to the front. The Beiwei army following behind him was also in high spirits.

They were eagerly waiting for this day, the day to become famous.

The rebel soldiers roared in unison, and their voices gathered into a huge sound wave that soared into the sky.

The voice was filled with endless power and determination, as if everything between heaven and earth was trembling at this moment.

The murderous aura rose into the sky, and the entire battlefield was filled with a murderous and chilling atmosphere.

Across the plains, the rebels and the northern troops rushed out like two torrents bursting through a dam. The collision between the two sides was like a raging fire meeting oil, water and fire cannot coexist. The sound of weapons clashing was piercing, and the sound of horses' hooves, swords, and screams was intertwined.

Shields flew, people and horses fell, and people kept falling off their horses, emitting miserable howls. It was so tragic. Swords flashed, blood fell like raindrops, dyeing the ground red. The rebel soldiers wielded their swords and hacked at the northern soldiers, and every blow was filled with endless anger.

On the battlefield, blood and flesh flew everywhere, corpses were scattered all over the ground, and every step was a test of life and death. Horses neighed in the pool of blood, and soldiers fell in the fight, as if the entire battlefield had turned into a sea of ​​blood.

Li Zhongwu rode his horse on the battlefield, wielding a long sword, and chopped off the head of a northern soldier. His eyes were full of determination and cruelty. He knew that this battle was related to the future of the rebel army, and he could not retreat at all.

Behind him, the Beiwei Army followed closely. Every soldier was the elite among the elite, and their combat effectiveness was most perfectly demonstrated at this moment.

Looking at the rebel army that was approaching step by step, all the northern troops were frightened and their faces turned pale.

what is this?
When did the rebels become so powerful?

In just the first round of charge, they were thrown to the ground and suffered a series of defeats.

The charge that they were so proud of was like paper in front of the rebel army and broke at the slightest touch.

For a while.

There was wailing everywhere and screams echoed throughout the world.

The morale of the Northern soldiers had collapsed, the fear in their hearts surged like a tide, and everyone was frantically looking for a way to survive.

On the battlefield, cries and cries for help intertwined, as if the whole world was wailing for their despair. Soldiers dropped their weapons one by one, fled backwards in a panic, desperate to get away from this hellish battlefield.

In stark contrast, the rebel army was unstoppable. They were like a sharp knife, attacking the Northern Army's camp back and forth, and no one could stop them.

With every charge, there would be flying blood and foam, broken arms and limbs, and one life after another would be taken.

At this moment, every corner of the battlefield was filled with killing and blood. The invincible momentum of the rebels was like a mountain, pressing the northern soldiers to the point of suffocation.

The soldiers of the Northern Territory had no intention of fighting anymore. They just wanted to escape from this hopeless battlefield. The horses struggled and neighed in the pool of blood, the soldiers fled in fear, and the entire battlefield fell into chaos. The soldiers of the Rebel Army came like a flood, completely drowning the Northern Territory soldiers. Their invincible momentum made every enemy feel suffocated and desperate.

The scene before him made Liu Jiuren extremely angry and he gritted his teeth.

This was an inevitable massacre. The rebels swept through everything with an invincible attitude. The northern troops seemed so fragile and powerless in front of them. At this moment, his heart seemed to be bleeding.

He never imagined that these elite soldiers from the North who had followed him for so many years were no match for the rebel army before him?

This was what was most difficult for him to accept.

Because this would be tantamount to negating all his efforts over the years.

"Rebels, Lin Zhongyun!" Liu Jiuren's face was ferocious, his eyes were cold and he stared at Li Zhongwu who was galloping, his eyes became more and more fierce. He felt that the anger and unwillingness in his heart were like a volcanic eruption, almost swallowing him up.

"Your Majesty, let's flee!" All the generals around him had miserable faces, looking at Liu Jiuren in great fear. The situation on the battlefield had completely collapsed, and their hearts were filled with fear and despair.

"We are no match for the rebel army!" The deputy general's voice was trembling and pleading. They knew in their hearts that if they continued like this, all that awaited them would be the annihilation of their entire army.

Liu Jiuren's face was livid, and his fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white. He knew that this battle was hopeless, but how could he be willing to give up? His eyes were flashing with reluctance and anger, as if he was fighting against fate.

He clenched his teeth and clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. He was unwilling to admit his failure, unwilling to admit that all his efforts over the years had come to nothing.

However, he also knew that the situation was irreversible. Continuing to fight would only lead to his family's assets being completely wiped out. He was unwilling to do so, but his reason told him that he had to make a difficult decision at this time.

"Retreat!" Liu Jiuren's voice was hoarse and painful, and his eyes flashed with complex light. He knew that he had to save his life in order to have a chance to make a comeback.

Only in this way can he have a chance to turn the tables and wash away today's shame!

"Quick, retreat!" The deputy generals responded one after another, and each of them ran faster than anyone else. The huge rock hanging in their hearts finally fell to the ground.

Liu Jiuren spurred his horse back, his heart filled with resentment and unwillingness.

Behind him, the battlefield was still filled with sounds of fighting and screams. The rebel army's unstoppable momentum left the northern troops with nowhere to hide.

Soon, the others also noticed the trend of fleeing and immediately lost all will to fight.

For a time, the defeat of the Northern Army was inevitable.

……

The sun was shining brightly, and the battlefield was covered with blood and corpses.

Blood flowed like a river and the earth was dyed blood red. A cold wind blew and the pool of blood formed blood-red waves under the sunlight.

Countless corpses were piled up on the pool of blood. Broken arms and limbs were mixed with the corpses of war horses, forming one small mound after another. The bright red blood flowed freely, dyeing everything red.

The flags belonging to Liu Jiuren had long been scattered all over the ground, replaced by the rebel flags fluttering in the wind, rustling in the cold wind.

Looking around, the originally vast plain has become a devastated land. All you can see is blood spilled. It is a desolate scene, and the air is filled with a suffocating atmosphere of fear.

The remaining northern soldiers collapsed to the ground one by one, uttering miserable groans and howls that echoed throughout the battlefield. It was not that they did not want to run, but that they were seriously injured and had nowhere to escape.

The bodies of war horses were scattered everywhere, some with their heads chopped off, some with twisted limbs, their bellies ruptured, their internal organs spilling out onto the ground. The air was filled with the strong smell of blood and death, and every breath carried the pungent smell of rust.

This is the cruelty of war. The scene before our eyes is truly one of widespread misery and cruelty.

Li Zhongwu rode his horse to inspect the battlefield, his long sword dripping with blood, his cold eyes swept over the tragic scene of corpses everywhere. There was no expression on his face, only the cold light in his eyes revealed his inner determination.

The wind was howling, carrying a faint smell of blood and burning air.

"General, the King of Zhenbei has escaped with some people. Should we chase them?" A scout came forward to report, his body bathed in blood and panting.

"No need!" Li Zhongwu said coldly, his gaze turned to the burning Chuzhou City. The city gradually turned to ashes in the flames, and the firelight illuminated his face.

"Take these people and rush back to Jianghua County immediately. That's where the real battlefield is." His voice was cold and firm, as if he had already seen the flames of the next battlefield.

"Yes, sir!" The scout bowed and stepped back, immediately passing on the order.

The well-trained rebels quickly began to clean up the battlefield, pack up their equipment, and help the wounded, their movements were neat and orderly. No one spoke, only the sound of combat boots stepping on the pool of blood, and the occasional whisper, as if mourning the dead comrades.

……

At the same time, Yuan Chenghuan, who was far away in Yunfu City, stood on the city wall and looked into the distance. A trace of uneasiness and doubt flashed in his eyes. The flames rising into the sky in Chuzhou City were still clearly visible even in the dazzling sunlight, as if dyeing the entire sky red, like a burning cloud.

"Chuzhou City...how could it be like this?" Yuan Chenghuan's voice trembled slightly, and he clenched the city wall with both hands until his knuckles turned white.

Such a fierce fire is obviously not caused by an ordinary wildfire. Could it be?
The thought made him break out in a cold sweat, and a wave of panic arose in his heart.

Right now, King Zhenbei's 400,000 elite soldiers are stationed in Chuzhou City. Now that such a fierce fire has broken out in Chuzhou City, doesn't that mean that they are in great danger?
In that case, they will be the ones facing the main force of the rebels.

"Damn it, it turns out that Lin Zhongyun's real target is Chuzhou City!"

Yuan Chenghuan muttered to himself, with a flash of shock and fear in his eyes. He suddenly realized that this fire was just a trigger, and the real target was Jianghua County, the main force led by Liu Jiuren.

Nowadays, in terms of combat power, the most capable troops in the court are those border troops stationed in the northern border all year round. If they are wiped out in one fell swoop, it would really be the end of the foundation of Daqian.

If that happens, not to mention Yangzhou, the entire Daqian will be in danger.

"Lin Zhongyun, you are so calculating..." Yuan Chenghuan's eyes flashed coldly and his heart was filled with regret. He should have thought of this earlier. The so-called large-scale attack was just a cover. In fact, Lin Zhongyun's real target was the border soldiers of Chuzhou City.

"Quick! Gather all the generals and rush to Chuzhou City for help!" Yuan Chenghuan turned around abruptly and almost shouted out an order that shocked the soldiers on the city wall. He was extremely anxious and had to take action immediately, otherwise Daqian would really be at a moment of life and death.

However, by this time, everything was too late.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a low horn sound. He looked up suddenly and saw that outside Yunfu City, the densely packed rebel army was overwhelming and had already sounded the horn of attack.

(End of this chapter)