Final Volume Chapter 97

Final Volume Chapter 97

The Zhen army's camp was advancing forward the more they fought, while the Sichuan army's camp was retreating further and further. Seeing this, Feng Yu was so anxious that he drew his sword and shouted to the surrounding Sichuan soldiers: "Coward." Kill those who don't fight, kill those who shrink from battle, and kill those who cowardly escape!"

Unfortunately, the difference in combat power between the two sides is too great, and it can no longer be made up for by tenacious fighting spirit.

On the battlefield, the red-eyed chastity men were no different from beasts. The weapons in their hands were cut off, and they immediately rushed forward, punching, head-butting, and biting with their teeth. Their whole bodies were covered with weapons.

On the other hand, looking at the Sichuan Army on the opposite side, people's faces were full of panic, and the hands holding weapons were trembling. They did not have to be knocked back by the Zhen Army, but they themselves had already retreated involuntarily.

Feng Yu was unwilling to be defeated by the rebels, and he could not bear such humiliation. At this time, the Sichuan army was clearly outmatched, but he would rather grit his teeth and refuse to order a retreat, commanding the Sichuan army soldiers to continue fighting to the death with the Zhen army.

As the strength of the Sichuan Army became smaller and smaller, and the camp retreated further and further, Meng Xiong saw Feng Yu who was commanding the battle in the crowd of Sichuan Army.

He didn't know who Feng Yu was, but looking at his dazzling golden armor, he immediately judged that this person must have a high military rank.

Meng Xiong remained silent and charged in the direction of Feng Yu. When he was only ten meters away from Feng Yu, the guards around Feng Yu finally noticed Meng Xiong. The guards all screamed: "No, the enemy general is coming. General, retreat quickly!"

However, it was too late for them to retreat at this time. Meng Xiong suddenly yelled and urged his horse to rush towards Feng Yuzhi. Three guards shouted at Meng Xiong, hoping to stop him and buy the commander as much time as possible to retreat.

However, they rushed up quickly and fell down even faster. Meng Xiong's martial arts was not inferior to Lei Meng's at all. He was powerful in spiritual martial arts and extremely powerful. When the long swords were raised, even if the guards barely blocked it with their spiritual soldiers, they were still shaken. There was blood coming out of the mouth and nose, and he would either die on the spot or be knocked unconscious.

Feng Yu's guards were like nothing in front of Meng Xiong. The latter struck out with heavy swords in succession, killing the crowd of guards in one breath, urging his horse to come to Feng Yu, rounding the long sword in his hand, and immediately Chopping down Huashan Mountain fiercely.

Speaking of which, Feng Yu's martial arts are not in vain. He is an orthodox military commander, and even though he is old now, his Lingwu cultivation is still superb. However, under Meng Xiong's brute force, his cultivation was completely useless.

He blocked Meng Xiong's heavy sword with his horizontal sword, and a loud cracking sound was heard in his ears. Feng Yu's arms holding the sword were shattered, and with it, the four hooves of his horse were also broken, and he knelt on the ground.

Without giving Feng Yu a chance to breathe, Meng Xiong swung his long knife horizontally and shouted: "Bring your head!"

flutter! This knife directly cut off Feng Yu's neck and lifted his head into the air.

Without waiting for the other person's head to fall, Meng Xiong reached out with one hand and caught the severed head in the air. He raised his bleeding head high above his head, laughed wildly, turned around and shouted: "The enemy general is dead, brothers, kill all the Sichuan thieves! Kill them!"

Feng Yu's death was the most fatal blow to the Sichuan army. The ensuing battle could not be considered a battle at all, but turned into a one-sided massacre. The morale of the Zhen army officers was greatly boosted, and the people rushed forward with howls and screams. On the other hand, the Sichuan army, from the soldiers to the generals, were all frightened and unwilling to fight. The people retreated in groups.

How could the Zhenjun, whose ferocious nature had been fully aroused, let the Sichuan soldiers escape? Under the leadership of Meng Xiong, the Zhenjun pursued and killed them fiercely. The Sichuan soldiers fled and died along the way, with countless casualties.

The fighting on their side was clearly seen by Tang Yin and others not far away.

It was a battle of considerable strength, and Feng Yu, who commanded the Sichuan army, was also considered a famous general in Sichuan. However, the outcome of the battle was completely one-sided. While it was disappointing and lamentable, one could not help but feel a sense of fear towards the Zhen army.

Qingyu whispered: "Your Majesty, the combat power of the Zhen Army is truly rare in the world!"

"Yes!" Cheng Jin sighed: "In terms of combat effectiveness alone, the combat effectiveness of the Zhen Army is by no means inferior to that of the Pingyuan Army."

Qingyu continued: "Now the Zhen Army only has tens of thousands of people, which is nothing to worry about. But if it is allowed to develop and grow into hundreds of thousands, or even millions, then it will be a plain army of millions, let alone Sweeping the Sichuan country is not surprising even if it sweeps the world!"

"Haha!" Tang Yin raised his head and smiled, looked at Qingyu, and then at Cheng Jin who also had a worried look on his face. He said: "I can make the Zhen army revive, and I can also destroy them. There is nothing to worry about. What I'm interested in now is how Xiao Xiang will react when the Sichuan court learns that the four regiments stationed in Zhenxi have been completely wiped out by the rebels."

Qingyu thought for a moment and said, "I think Xiao Xiang will send Sichuan's strongest legion and most powerful general to Zhendi to quell the rebellion."

Tang Yin shrugged and said, "If it were me, I would definitely go out personally and fight a decisive battle to the death with the rebels."

Qingyu and Cheng Jin looked at each other and smiled. The former said: "Not every monarch has the courage of a king." Of course, it can also be said that not everyone is as warlike as Tang Yin.

Cheng Jin looked at the battlefield that was getting farther and farther away, and asked, "Your Majesty, do we want to follow and watch the battle?"

Tang Yin waved his hand and said: "There is no need to look at the next battle. I think what the Zhen Army needs most now is the armaments, money and food provided by our country, not us."

"The king means..."

"We can go back to Beijing now." Tang Yin stretched his muscles, looked around, shook his head and sighed: "Zhendi is still as barren and desolate as ever. It is really not a place suitable for travel."

Qingyu said: "Zhen Army is attacking Sichuan Army from front and back. Although it is sure to win, the troops are too few after all. It may not be able to completely wipe out Sichuan Army. If the remnants of Sichuan Army retreat, they will most likely retreat to the north. If we go to the north now, we should be able to intercept a lot of Sichuan Army remnants. We may even run into the Sichuan Army's commander Chen Lihua."

Tang Yin asked with a smile: "What if we run into him?"

Cheng Jin said seriously: "Of course kill him. Chen Lihua is also a famous general of Sichuan. Get rid of this person..."

"Get rid of this person, it will only give the truly talented generals of Sichuan the opportunity to be promoted." Tang Yin shrugged and said, "For someone like Chen Lihua, it may be more beneficial to let him live than to kill him. Let's go, this is not our battlefield."

Qingyu thought about it and felt that Tang Yin's words made sense. He nodded and said, "Your Majesty is right!"

Tang Yin smiled and said nothing more. He sent a secret arrow to send a message to Li Shu to explain his whereabouts and bring back his own personnel who stayed in the Zhen army. Then, he led Qingyu and others to the northeast and returned to Shangjing.

Zhenxi is dry and rainy here. There are no rivers. Most of it is yellow land. Looking around, the land is bare and there is no grass. As long as the wind blows, there will be yellow sand flying all over the sky. It is also a very painful thing to travel in Zhendi.

Tang Yin's group consisted of more than 50 people, all riding horses, but they walked very slowly. Once the horses started to gallop, they would be covered in dust in a short time. What was even worse was that they had to walk a long way to reach the next city, and there was no place to take a shower along the way.

Besides, they were not in a hurry to return to Beijing, so they traveled leisurely all the way. Cheng Jin looked at the sky and said to Tang Yin, "My king, after passing Wan'an Valley, it will probably be dark. Should we rest in the valley tonight?"

Yin Lan immediately raised her eyebrows and muttered, "There are often falling rocks in Wan'an Valley. I don't want to be killed in a muddle while sleeping."

Tang Yin and Qing Yu laughed, and the latter said, "When I came here, I remembered that there was a small forest to the east of Wan'an Valley. We can spend the night in the forest."

As they were talking, Tang Yin suddenly pulled the reins and tilted his head. Everyone was startled, and they all stopped their horses, looking back at Tang Yin in confusion. Qingyu asked, "My king, what's wrong?"

Tang Yin did not reply immediately, but listened for a while and said, "There is a cavalry approaching this side."

"Calliers?" Qingyu and others were all startled, and subconsciously looked around. There was silence around, no dust flying, no sound of horse hooves, but they also knew that Tang Yin's cultivation was profound and his hearing was far better than theirs.

Tang Yin listened for a while, waved his hand, and said, "Don't worry, let's continue our journey." As he spoke, he urged the horses to continue forward. Everyone walked for another half an incense stick of time, and at this time, everyone heard a faint roar.

Cheng Jin subconsciously looked back and saw that behind them, the sky was full of dust, like a whirlwind, and was coming towards him quickly.

He narrowed his eyes subconsciously and said to Tang Yin in a hurry: "My king, the cavalry rushing over here must have at least a thousand cavalry!"

Qingyu was shocked and blurted out: "Could it be the defeated soldiers of the Sichuan Army?"

Hearing his words, Cheng Jin's nerves immediately tensed up, and his hands naturally raised, tightly holding the sword at his waist.

Seeing this, Tang Yin shook his head and smiled, leaned over and patted Cheng Jin's arm, and said: "No matter who comes, remember, anything that happens here in Zhendi has nothing to do with us."

"Yes! My king!" Cheng Jin agreed straightforwardly, but his eyes were always looking back.

Unfortunately, Qingyu's words came true. The soldiers rushing towards them were indeed the defeated soldiers of the Sichuan Army. Under the two-sided attack of the Zhen Army, the Sichuan Army, which had few troops left, collapsed across the board and was killed and defeated.

The three commanders, Chen Lihua, Gao Peng and Chai Song, led a group of defeated soldiers and fled to Wan'an Valley, intending to escape to Jinsha City. However, they ran into Tang Yin and his group who were also heading towards Jinsha City.