Right now!
The White Deer Plain battlefield!
It was almost noon.
The vast land has been soaked in blood, corpses are everywhere, and tattered flags are fluttering weakly in the smoke.
The deafening shouts and cries of killing, the clanging of metal, and the wails of the dying intertwined into a dirge from hell.
The sharp edge of the five battalions of the capital was completely wiped out by the endless sea of people and tenacious resistance of the rebels.
The heavily armored cavalry of the Feixiong Camp, once an indestructible torrent of steel, is now mired in the mud.
The horsepower was exhausted and the rider was tired.
The heavy cavalry, having lost its impact, became a bulky target.
Countless rebel militiamen swarmed up like ants, attacking the horses' legs with crude weapons and lassoing the knights with ropes to drag them off their horses.
Once caught, he would be hacked to pieces in an instant.
The casualties of the Feixiong Camp increased sharply, the formation had long been scattered, and they could only fight on their own.
The infantry phalanx of the Yingyang Camp was like a reef constantly hit by the raging waves.
The small group of rebels they divided and surrounded was annihilated, but they themselves were surrounded by enemies that outnumbered them several times.
The long sword's blade was bent and the shield was covered with cracks.
The soldiers waved their spears mechanically, their eyes numb and their physical strength exhausted to the limit.
The edges of the array were constantly breached, and each attempt to fill the gap was accompanied by heavy casualties.
The new recruits began to break down, and if it weren't for the ruthless blades of the supervision team in the rear, the line would have collapsed long ago.
The Longxiong and Huwei camps advanced to a place two hundred steps away from Li Jingang's flag, and they could no longer move forward!
Here gathered the most core and bravest elite of the rebels' Swift Army.
Niu Desheng was covered in blood and looked like a mad tiger. He personally led his personal guards to charge and fight repeatedly, and held off the last attack of the imperial army.
The heavy infantry's huge shields were shaken by the rebels' desperate charge, and the archers' arrows were almost exhausted.
"General! The imperial army has lost its fighting spirit! They can't hold on any longer!"
A rebel general covered in blood rushed to Li Jingang's horse and shouted excitedly.
Li Jingang sat upright on his horse, his face still calm, but his eyes were shining with excitement.
He has been waiting for this moment!
Although the imperial army was well-equipped, it was poorly trained, and the weaknesses of the soldiers who were related to each other and who were exhausted from long battles were finally exposed!
Although his army suffered heavy losses, it still had the advantage in numbers, especially the refugees who were forced to flee. Under the stimulation of blood and the temptation of "snatching the armor of officers and soldiers", they burst out with even more crazy fighting power.
"Order! All troops, move forward! General attack!"
Li Jingang suddenly drew his sword from his waist, pointing the blade directly at the crumbling imperial army line ahead. "Whoever captures Yang Dingguo alive will be rewarded with ten thousand gold coins and be crowned the King of One Word!"
“Kill!”
"Capture Yang Dingguo alive!"
A thunderous roar erupted from the rebel ranks!
The frustration of being suppressed and beaten was completely released at this moment!
The remaining elite Swift Army, the personal soldiers led by the chiefs of each tribe, and the endless refugees like a tide, formed a destructive torrent, and launched the final and most ferocious attack on the exhausted imperial army from all directions!
The imperial army's front line was like a sand castle hit by huge waves, and crises occurred in many places in an instant!
"Hold on! Leopard Camp! Push up!"
In the central army, Yang Dingguo's brows were furrowed, his voice was hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot.
The eunuchs supervising the army and the censors from the Censorate who were around him were also seeing such a fight involving hundreds of thousands of people for the first time. They were so scared that they hid in the crowd and trembled.
He roared loudly to the soldiers around him, preparing to mobilize the last reserve troops to take over.
But the Leopard Camp's deployment on the battlefield was just a drop in the bucket.
Watching the soldiers in front of him fall one by one in the crazy tide of rebels, and the front line being continuously compressed and torn apart, Yang Dingguo's heart was bleeding.
He underestimated the resilience of the rebels and the terrifying pressure their numbers would bring.
“Report—!”
A blood-soaked messenger tumbled over, his voice tinged with tears, "Marshal! Feixiong Battalion... Feixiong Battalion Captain Zhao... was killed! Feixiong Battalion... is almost wiped out!"
"Report! The left wing of the Eagle Camp has been breached, and Captain Wang has been killed in action!"
"Report! Longxiang Camp is in distress! General Li Chenghua requests support!"
Bad news came one after another.
Yang Dingguo's body swayed and he was supported by the guards around him.
He looked at the black dragon flag of the Dayin Army that was almost submerged on the battlefield, and a feeling of sadness surged in his heart.
Could it be that... Dayin's five most elite battalions in the capital will be destroyed today on Bailuyuan?
At this critical moment when the imperial army is about to collapse!
A knight on a fast horse rushed from the flank of the battlefield like a whirlwind. The knight was carrying several arrows and had obviously experienced a fierce battle before rushing to the vicinity of the central army.
He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice piercing through the deafening roar of killing:
"General! Urgent news! Urgent news from Xijing! Military Advisor Yang Yan's surprise attack on Xijing... failed! The King of Han was recaptured by the defenders! Military Advisor Yang... suffered heavy losses and has retreated!"
This news was like a thunderclap, and the ecstasy on Li Jingang's face froze instantly!
What?
Did Yang Yan's surprise attack on Xijing fail? Was the King of Han recaptured?
This...how is this possible?
It is said that Zhang Zhongfang, the defender of Xijing, is a drunkard and a good-for-nothing. How could he have such courage and means?
Yang Yan's three thousand elite soldiers are the special forces that he has high hopes for!
This failure not only means the failure of strategic goals, but also means the loss of the most important political bargaining chip in his hand!
The huge shock and the subsequent anger and disappointment hit Li Jingang's heart like a heavy hammer.
"puff--!"
In a fit of rage, Li Jingang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood!
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