A hail of arrows rained down on the rebels, some bouncing off their armor, others finding exposed flesh and blood.

Yang Fei raised his shield and hid underneath. He had less than five hundred men left, and now, caught in a pincer attack by Lin Mo and Zhao Zhen, he was gradually losing ground.

One of his subordinate generals stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "General, the enemy is attacking from both sides; I'm afraid our army will be unable to withstand them..."

Yang Fei's face was ashen; he knew that this battle was a complete defeat.

He glanced subconsciously at the Prince's Mansion in Xichuan City, and unconsciously gripped his long sword tighter.

Throughout his life on the battlefield, Yang Fei had experienced defeats, but never one as devastating as this. This defeat meant there was no chance of recovery; not only he himself, but all his soldiers would perish without a trace.

Glancing at the soldiers still fighting fiercely, Yang Fei felt a mix of emotions.

They had been fighting all day and were exhausted.

"I lost!" A bitter smile appeared on Yang Fei's lips as he muttered to himself, "Marshal Lin, as expected, like father, like son. I underestimated your son."

I never imagined that your son, who is only nineteen years old, would have such abilities!

However, the stronger one's abilities, the more likely one is to arouse the Emperor's suspicion.

Lin Mo, do you think you can have a peaceful end after you take over Shu?

His Majesty will not let you off easily!

Yang Fei took a deep breath, then exclaimed loudly, "Everyone, I, Yang Fei, am so sorry. If there is an afterlife, I, Yang Fei, will surely repay you handsomely!"

"Lord Yang, we have no regrets about being able to follow you in this life!"

"Very well, then let's join Yang in...fighting the enemy!"

With a shout, they bravely charged forward, and then bravely "died" in battle!