Chapter 643: Total Annihilation
Weng Jin led thousands of defeated soldiers and fled very quickly, after all, they were running for their lives.
"It's bad, the Ning'an army is catching up!"
"Run quickly, Ning Chen is coming!"
Weng Jin led his men to gallop on horseback, while looking back at the dust that was rolling up not far behind him, his face pale.
The Xiliang army was already scared out of their wits.
They dispatched 150,000 troops... Now some died and some escaped, and only a few thousand of them were left.
Rumble! ! !
Thousands of horses galloped, and the ground shook.
The Ning'an army was approaching.
The Xiliang soldiers whipped their horses desperately, hoping to escape faster.
The Ning'an army was like a torrent, sweeping in.
The Xiliang soldiers looked back, and their hands and feet were weak with fear, and several of them fell off their horses in fear.
"Go!!!"
Weng Jin waved the whip, and the horse's buttocks were whipped with blood marks.
He knew very well that if the Ning'an army caught up, there would be no way to survive.
He regretted it so much that his intestines turned green. He shouldn't have come this time.
He was the descendant of the powerful and wealthy in Xiliang, and he enjoyed endless wealth and glory... He came here just to gain merit this time, but he didn't expect things to turn out like this?
Weng Jin didn't think about military merit at all now, he just wanted to save his life.
Unfortunately, from the moment he decided to go to Daxuan, his life began to count down.
Thousands of horses galloped, and the momentum was like a rainbow.
Those Xiliang soldiers who fell off their horses were trampled into meat paste by the war horses of the Ning'an Army.
Xiliang only ran a few miles before being caught up by the Ning'an Army!
"Ning'an Army, listen to the order, shoot!"
Yuan Long shouted.
Bang bang bang! ! !
The dense sound of muskets rang out, and the Xiliang soldiers who fell behind kept falling off their horses.
For a time, people and horses fell, and screams resounded through the sky.
With the sound of gunfire, Xiliang soldiers kept falling off their horses.
After only a quarter of an hour of pursuit, half of the Xiliang soldiers were killed.
Weng Jin's face was pale. Looking back, he saw that there were less than 2,000 of his men left.
"Ning'an Army, put down your guns... Follow this general to charge!"
The golden swords and iron horses were unstoppable.
Yuan Long led his men to charge directly through the Xiliang army, wiped out half of them again, and ran directly in front of the Xiliang army.
Ning Chen raised his hand and ordered the other Ning'an troops to stop.
Yuan Long led his men to charge back again.
Yue Congyun led a team of people to rush up.
The Xiliang army was almost annihilated by the front and back attacks.
Weng Jin was captured alive and brought to Ning Chen.
Ning Chen sat on the horse and looked down at him, "How many defenders are there in Amaterasu City?"
Weng Jin trembled and said, "Big, about 5,000 people and horses."
Ning Chen said expressionlessly, "Cut them all, don't spare a single one!"
Weng Jin didn't even say a word of begging for mercy, and was chopped by Feng Qizheng with a knife.
The rest of the Xiliang army, all executed, don't spare a single one!
At this point, the 150,000 Xiliang troops, except for those who escaped, were completely wiped out.
Ning Chen pointed at Weng Jin, "Put his head together with Xing Shan and others, and send it back to the king of Xiliang."
"Yes!"
Yuan Long accepted the order.
Immediately, Ning Chen ordered that all the bodies be buried on the spot.
After cleaning up the battlefield, Ning Chen led the army to find a flat and open place to set up camp and recuperate.
.......
Night fell.
Ning Chen walked out of the tent.
The silver moon was like a disk, and the sky was full of stars.
Ning Chen took off his golden armor and enjoyed the caress of the night breeze.
"Ah..."
Feng Qizheng suddenly screamed, which scared Ning Chen.
He turned his head and looked, "Are you sick?"
Feng Qizheng was full of pride, "I suddenly feel like writing poetry!"
"Huh?" Ning Chen looked at him with interest, "Come on, let's all enjoy Old Feng's masterpiece together."
Feng Qizheng took two steps forward, raised his head, and said loudly: "The moon tonight is round and bright, and the girl's butt is white and smooth..."
Everyone had a black line on their foreheads.
Ning Chen looked at him, "Then what?"
Feng Qizheng scratched his head, "I haven't thought of the rest yet... You are also knowledgeable, you should know that writers like us need inspiration to write poems, especially this kind of eternal masterpiece."
"Ning Chen, among us, you and I are the most knowledgeable... Please comment on my poem, what do you think?"
Ning Chen's mouth twitched, and he raised his thumb and praised: "Good poem, so wet."
Feng Qizheng was full of pride... He didn't notice Yue Congyun's disgust at all.
Pan Yucheng couldn't help it and kicked Feng Qizhen on the butt, "What a shame!"
Feng Qizhen patted his butt, "Boss, you just envy me... If you don't agree, you can also write a poem."
Pan Yucheng looked at Ning Chen, "How about our Daxuan Poet Immortal write a poem?"
Ning Chen thought for a while and said loudly: "The golden swords and iron horses hear the drums of war, and we have to seize the day to start a new journey."
Pan Yucheng and others' eyes lit up.
"What about the last two sentences?"
Ning Chen looked at Pan Yucheng and said with a smile: "That's it... Didn't Old Feng say that? Literati like us need inspiration to write poems, especially this kind of eternal masterpiece."
Pan Yucheng was speechless.
Feng Qizhen is a fool, he can't read a single word.
Feng Qi was so proud, "Boss, am I right? You don't understand the affairs of us literati."
"Ning Chen, you are the Great Mysterious Poet Immortal...Is it not too much for me to be the Great Mysterious Poet Saint?"
Ning Chen's face twitched, "Your knowledge is higher than mine, so you will be the Great Mysterious Poet Immortal in the future."
"That won't work!" Feng Qizheng waved his hands and said seriously: "We are brothers, we are brothers, how can I steal your title? I will be the Great Mysterious Poet in the future."
Ning Chen smiled and said: "You will be called the Poetry Demon in the future... You will not be alive if you are not crazy. You are both civil and military, so it is most appropriate to call you the Poetry Demon."
Feng Qizheng was very happy: "Okay, I, Feng Dacongming, will be the Great Mysterious Poet in the future."
Ning Chen covered his face silently, this fool, so cute.
Pan Yucheng couldn't listen anymore, and changed the subject, saying: "Ning Chen, it's getting late, go to bed early, we have to continue our journey tomorrow."
Ning Chen nodded slightly.
......
The next day, early morning.
Ning'an Army was ready to go.
With Ning Chen's order, the army went straight to Amaterasu City.
Ning Chen's marching speed was not fast, and when Qi Yuanzhong and his men caught up.
At night, it was only thirty miles away from Amaterasu City.
Ning Chen ordered a rest.
At dawn, the army set out again.
In the afternoon, they arrived in front of Amaterasu City.
On the top of the city, the soldiers of Xiliang looked at the approaching Ning'an Army with panic.
When Xing Shan and Han Gaochi occupied Daxuan West Gate City this time, they transferred all the troops from several cities near Xiliang.
Now, there are only 5,000 defenders in Amaterasu City.
Moreover, these 5,000 people are old, weak and disabled.
The defender of Amaterasu City is called Xing La.
Yesterday, the defender of Linxuan City, Tang Yu, escaped back and told him that the 150,000 troops of Xiliang were almost wiped out.
This news almost scared Xing La's soul away.
In the whole of Xiliang, all the soldiers and generals added up to only 400,000.
This time, 150,000 were lost.
Looking at the approaching Ning'an Army, Xin La's face was as pale as paper.
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at the three words Amaterasu City... Last time he robbed the Immaculate Ice Lotus, he stopped here.
Today, he must enter Amaterasu City no matter what.