Chapter 848
Although the generals of Chuan and Zhen rode horses, it was not easy to catch up with the spiritual energy transformed by the shadow. Everyone galloped and chased after it.
They watched the spiritual mist enter a courtyard. When they rushed in, it was empty. There was no one inside. Tang Yin, who had taken back the spiritual energy, had already run away.
They wanted to search for the whereabouts of the assassin separately. At this time, the Chuan-Zhen coalition was already in chaos.
Before the two armies, the main general was killed in the army, which had a great impact on the morale of the soldiers below. Even the main general could be killed by the assassin, how could the soldiers of the Chuan-Zhen army not be in danger?
However, misfortunes never come alone. Just when the Chuan-Zhen army was leaderless and in chaos, the gate of Jinyang suddenly opened, and Wu Guang rushed out first, followed by the carefully selected elite Feng army.
Liao Sheng, who was fighting with Jiang Fan, was startled. He didn't know what was going on, nor did he know that Dou Kui was dead. He was really at a loss when he suddenly saw so many Feng troops rushing out of the city.
Just when he was slightly stunned, Jiang Fan turned his horse's head and ran towards Wu Guang who was rushing out of the city.
Oh! Jiang Fan is going to run! Liao Sheng was indeed brave. Even though he saw the Feng troops rushing out of the city, he was not afraid. He urged his horse to chase and kill them, and shouted at Jiang Fan who was running in front of him: "Jiang Fan, kid, don't run..."
Jiang Fan was not really defeated, but a false defeat to lure the enemy into a trap. Before Liao Sheng finished speaking, Jiang Fan on the horse stretched his waist, stretched out his two arms, turned around suddenly, and shot an arrow at Liao Sheng's face.
This purple-gold arrow was so fast that it had completely turned into a golden light, accompanied by a shrieking sound like ghosts crying and gods howling, which was soul-stirring.
Liao Sheng was afraid that Jiang Fan would escape back to the main camp, so he chased him too hard. The distance between their horses was only five or six steps. At such a close distance, Jiang Fan's arrow had already flown in front of Liao Sheng as soon as he shot it. Liao Sheng realized that something was wrong and wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
He heard a crisp sound in his earlobe, and the soul-suppressing arrow hit Liao Sheng's forehead. The spiritual armor on his face shattered, and he fell off his horse.
At this time, Jiang Fan reined in his horse, turned his horse's head, ran back to see again, and the soul-suppressing arrow entered Liao Sheng's forehead, and the tip of the arrow protruded from the back of his head, having directly shot through his head. Jiang Fan leaned down, swung the purple gold bow in his hand downward, and with a click, he cut off Liao Sheng's head with one bow, and then picked it up with the purple gold bow and raised it high into the air.
Jiang Fan killed Liao Sheng with an arrow and cut off the enemy general's head with a bow. This was undoubtedly a shot in the arm for the Feng army that had rushed out of the city. People were excited and excited, their blood was surging, they shouted, raised their weapons, and rushed towards the opposite Sichuan-Zhen coalition army.
Although the main general was killed and Liao Sheng died in battle, the Seventh Corps of the Sichuan Army at the front showed extraordinary calmness. Its corps commander loudly ordered the entire army to form a battle array and prepare to meet the enemy.
They had just formed a battle array and were ready to engage in close combat with the oncoming Feng army. At this time, the rear of the Sichuan-Zhen coalition army was in chaos again.
The hidden arrow personnel sent by Tang Yin had already ambushed near the rear of the enemy army. Seeing that the enemy army was in chaos and their own soldiers had already rushed out of the city, Cheng Jin immediately ordered all the hidden arrow personnel to kill into the enemy army.
There was a full team of hidden arrow personnel following Cheng Jin out of the city, nearly a hundred people, and he basically brought out everyone he could bring.
The one hundred dark spiritualists had already found their targets when they were ambushing. Following Cheng Jin's order, two dark arrows used shadow drift to get close to the enemy's corps commander at the same time, and stabbed his left and right ribs with their two knives.
The corps commander didn't even see what was going on. The vital part under his ribs had been hit by a fatal move. He screamed, fell off his horse, and fell to the ground. He twitched a few times before he stopped moving.
The two dark arrows attacked quickly and viciously, and the others were not ambiguous either. None of the ten centurions of the corps at the end of the Sichuan-Zhen coalition were spared, and they were all killed by the dark arrows at the first time.
If the corps commander died, the centurions could take over the command, but if all the centurions died, who could still command the entire army? The Sichuan Army Corps at the end of the formation was completely stunned by the dark arrows' sneak attack, and people shouted and fled in all directions.
These soldiers who had no fighting spirit and were scattered posed no threat to the hidden arrows. They waved their magic swords and hacked at the surrounding enemy soldiers while shouting loudly: "You have been ambushed by our army. Those who surrender will live, and those who resist will be killed!"
That's what they said, but they were not polite at all. They were relentless to the scattered Sichuan soldiers. As long as they could catch up, they would never let them escape, and as long as they could kill them, they would never leave them behind.
The Sichuan soldiers had lost all their fighting spirit, and the hidden arrows were too fierce. People were even more panicked and shouted: "It's bad, the Feng army's ambush is coming from behind, everyone run..."
They just ran away and didn't dare to look back to see how many Feng army's ambush soldiers there were. However, their shouting was another fatal blow to the morale of the Sichuan-Zhen coalition.
If they were attacked from only one side, even if the main general was killed, the Chuanzhen coalition would not be unable to fight, but now they were attacked from both sides and were trapped by the Feng army. It was obvious that they had rushed into the ambush of the Feng army. How could they fight this battle?
Soon, the news that the rear army was ambushed by the Feng army also reached the Seventh Corps of the Chuan Army. The commander of the Seventh Corps had already prepared to fight to the death with the Feng army that was leaving the city, but when he heard that there were still Feng army ambushes behind him and the corps at the end of the formation had been killed and defeated, he panicked. Now it was meaningless to resist the Feng army that was leaving the city. If they were entangled with it, they would be dragged here and the whole army would be annihilated.
The commander was killed, the rear army was defeated, why should he still hold on? The commander of the Seventh Corps made up his mind and waved his hand, saying: "Retreat!"
The people of the Seventh Corps almost laughed when they heard such an order. Now there are enemy troops in front and behind, where should they retreat? Seeing the expressions of his subordinates looking at each other, the commander also realized that there was something wrong with his order. He looked left and right, and saw that there were more alleys on the left. He waved his arm to that side and shouted: "Retreat to the west!"
He was right. There were indeed more alleys on the west side, but no matter how many there were, they were still alleys. The space was narrow, and it was good for two or three people to walk side by side. The Seventh Corps had 10,000 people. How could they all retreat at once?
Seeing that the Feng Army was about to kill them, people rushed to squeeze into the alleys. Only a small number of them entered, and most people were blocked outside the alleys. The whole scene was in chaos. How could they still look like the elite corps of Sichuan?
Seeing this, Wu Guang and Jiang Fan, who were the first to rush in, were both happy. The battle of the chaotic army was completely dominated by the spiritual cultivators of the light system.
Wu Guang urged his horse forward, and the spiritual sword swept, releasing the spiritual chaos wind.
The flying spiritual blades whirred and flew into the crowded crowd, causing screams. Hundreds of Sichuan soldiers died tragically under Wu Guang's spiritual chaos wind.
A centurion in the Sichuan army roared and rushed towards Wu Guang with a spiritual sword. Before he arrived, he released the cross-cutting attack and shot at Wu Guang first.
Wu Guang swept the crescent-shaped sword in his hand horizontally, and a half-moon-shaped spiritual wave flew out, smashing the cross-cutting attack performed by the opponent, and then the momentum did not decrease, and the spiritual wave continued to sweep towards the opponent.
The centurion's face changed suddenly with fear, and he hurriedly bent down to dodge. He let the spiritual wave pass, and just stood up, he never thought that the spiritual wave that had originally flown past would actually bend back again.
The centurion could no longer dodge. With a crisp sound, the centurion was cut in half by Wu Guang's Ling Zhan·Gui. The two pieces of the body flew forward and fell to the ground.
At this time, the large group of Feng Army had already caught up. People held knives in one hand and crossbows in the other, shooting arrows and hacking at the crowd of Sichuan Army. For a while, the Seventh Corps, one of the most elite corps of Sichuan, was beaten without any ability to fight back, and countless casualties were killed and wounded.
As the saying goes, a defeat is like a mountain collapsing. The Seventh Corps, which was so powerful, could not even exert 10% of its combat power. People just wanted to escape and had no intention of fighting again.
Half of the Seventh Corps fled, and half were killed and wounded. The defeat was so tragic that the army was completely defeated.
As the Seventh Corps, which was at the forefront of the Sichuan-Zhen coalition, fled, the corps behind was even more panicked, and even unable to form a complete battle formation. A large number of soldiers from the Sichuan-Zhen army fled back, and the casualties caused by trampling on each other were countless.
Seeing the defeated deserters rushing in like a tidal wave, the secret arrows led by Cheng Jin dared not fight anymore. If they did not give way at this time, the tens of thousands of defeated soldiers coming in front of them would trample them to death.
Under Cheng Jin's order, the secret arrows retreated one after another, jumped onto the roofs on both sides of the road, took off the crossbows, aimed at the defeated soldiers on the street, and shot arrows continuously.
They were less than a hundred people, and even if they shot arrows continuously, they would not cause much damage to the Chuanzhen coalition army, but the deterrence they played was much greater than their lethality.
The defeated Chuanzhen coalition army could not tell how many enemies there were on the roofs on both sides of the street, but if one person in the crowd was shot, it would cause panic among a group of people around. The Chuanzhen coalition army was already chaotic enough, and after being disturbed by the secret arrows, people became more panicked, crowded and pushed each other. At this time, if someone did not fall down, there would be no chance to stand up again.
The 150,000-strong army was defeated like a pile of loose sand on the main road of Jinyang Outer City. The Feng Army led by Wu Guang and Jiang Fan chased them.
The Chuanzhen coalition army ran away and died. When they withdrew from the outer city of Jinyang, only more than 30,000 people were left. The other 100,000 people were not killed by the Feng Army, but most of them ran into the alleys between houses. Some were scared and hid, and some people could not tell the east, south, west, north, and ran around the streets, not knowing which direction to run.
In this battle, the Feng Army won a great victory. After the Chuanzhen coalition army escaped from the outer city, the main road was piled with corpses and wounded of the Chuanzhen coalition army. The sound of gunfire was heard one after another, and the whole main street was almost stained with blood.
This could no longer be considered a battle between the two armies, but a one-sided gunfire by the Feng Army.
In this battle, no matter it was Tang Yin or An Jian, the dark cultivators played a crucial role. The complex environment of the two cities inside and outside Jinyang also enabled the dark cultivators to maximize their performance. When the two armies fought, it was the first time that they showed their ability to decide the outcome of the battle.