Almost at the same time, an earth-shaking roar erupted from the dense forest on the left side of Heifeng Valley!
"Modao Battalion! Forward!"
The Modao soldiers, like a steel wall, led by Xi Sheng, took heavy steps and crushed out of the forest like a mountain.
The Mo Dao in their hands flashed with cold light, like a moving forest of swords, instantly cutting into the flanks of the Beidi infantry who were in chaos due to artillery fire and crossbow shooting.
"cut!"
Following Xi Sheng's command, the Mo Daos advanced like a forest and chopped down.
Those infantrymen of Beidi and Yin's spies, had they ever seen such terrifying heavy infantry?
Their swords and spears could only produce sparks when they hit the enemy's armor.
But when the opponent's Mo Dao fell, it cut the man and his armor in half with one blow!
A bloody massacre took place instantly!
"Reinforcements! They're our reinforcements!"
The soldiers who had escaped from desperate situations gave thunderous cheers!
Zhang Huan, Wang Ben and Li Mao were also surprised and happy. Although they didn't know who was coming, the terrifying attack efficiency and strength of the Modao Battalion gave them hope of survival.
"Fight back! Let's fight our way out!"
Zhang Huan seized the opportunity, roared, and led the remaining soldiers to launch a counterattack towards the valley entrance.
The battle situation in the canyon was reversed in an instant!
Fan Wenjing looked at the hellish scene before him and watched his carefully arranged ambush being destroyed like a whirlwind.
Looking at the Modao Battalion that was like a divine army descending from the sky and the mysterious weapons that kept exploding in the distance and taking the lives of the Tartars, a bone-chilling chill went from the soles of my feet to the top of my head!
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"
He shouted at the top of his lungs, no longer caring about capturing the prince alive or annihilating the enemy. What mattered was saving his own life.
However, it was too late.
Wu Shangzhi's light cavalry appeared like ghosts behind the fleeing Beidi cavalry, and arrows poured down like heavy rain, completely cutting off their escape route to the north.
The battle turned into a one-sided pursuit and annihilation.
The setting sun completely sank into the horizon, and the night enveloped the earth, but the fire outside the Black Wind Valley made the sky blood red.
The shouts, explosions, and screams gradually subsided, leaving only the crackling sounds of burning and the groans of the wounded.
When Yinji walked out of the canyon littered with corpses under the protection of Zhang Huan and others.
When he saw the familiar figure standing on the slope of Yingzui Valley, dressed in ordinary military uniform, his face calm under the firelight, tears welled up in his eyes and his whole body trembled slightly:
"Master, you're here!"
Zhao Muyun smiled slightly and walked over: "I am sorry that I was late in coming to your rescue and frightened the prince."
Yinji stood in front of Zhao Muyun, his excitement had not yet subsided and his eyes were still wet.
He tightly grasped Zhao Muyun's arm, his voice choked with sobs: "Master! If you hadn't arrived in time, I... I would have died here today! Father..."
Zhao Muyun patted his shoulder and said calmly, "We are all family. There is no need to be polite, my lord. These are all part of our responsibilities."
"The most urgent matter is to see His Royal Highness Prince Jin as soon as possible. His injuries cannot be delayed."
He swept his eyes across the chaotic battlefield and instructed Shen Qian beside him:
"Leave some men behind to clean up the battlefield and guard the prisoners. Xi Sheng and Liu Yi will continue to maintain perimeter security to prevent a counterattack from reinforcements or defeated Northern Di soldiers. Wu Shangzhi and his men will accompany me to escort His Highness the Crown Prince to Black Wind Valley."
"yes!"
The generals responded with awe.
Zhang Huan, Wang Ben and Li Mao also came over at this moment and looked at Zhao Muyun with complicated expressions.
They had heard a lot about this young general from Shuozhou before, and even harbored some resentment towards him because he was an enemy of the King of Jin.
But today's life-saving grace and the terrifying thunder-like blow just now completely changed their perception.
Zhang Huan, Wang Ben and Li Mao all came forward to pay their respects.
Zhao Muyun is the son-in-law of Prince Jin, the husband of Princess Qinghe, and the brother-in-law of Crown Prince Yinji.
So, we are all one family. Maybe in the future Shuozhou and King Jin will be united, and General Zhao Muyun will be their superior.
Zhao Muyun helped the three men up and said, "Generals, there's no need for this. The Tartars are our common enemy. Rescuing the Prince of Jin and protecting the Crown Prince is also protecting our Hedong territory. Let's set off now without further delay!"
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Under the guidance of the surrendered Beidi captives, Zhao Muyun, Yinji and his party hurried along the rugged mountain road towards the small village called "Yinquan Village" deep in the Heifeng Valley.
Yinquan Village is located in the deepest part of Heifeng Valley. It has only dozens of households and is almost isolated from the outside world.
There were secret sentries arranged by Xiao Cheyun at the entrance of the village. When they saw Yin Ji and his large group of people, they were alert at first. But when they saw that it was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Jinyang Army uniforms, they came out to greet them with surprise.
In a simple but clean adobe house, everyone finally met Prince Jin Yinxi.
The King of Jin, who was once full of vigor and ambition, dominated Hedong, commanded an army of 100,000 and aimed at conquering the world, was now lying on the earthen kang.
His face was sallow, his eye sockets were sunken, he was extremely thin, and his breath was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.
The right arm exposed outside the thin blanket was wrapped in a blackened cloth strip. A hideous wound could be vaguely seen. The surrounding area was red, swollen and festering, emitting a faint foul smell.
"Father!"
When Yinji saw his father like this, his heart was broken. He threw himself on the kang and tears flowed again.
Xiao Cheyun stood aside, his face also full of fatigue and sorrow. He saluted Zhao Muyun, Zhang Huan and others with a fist, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Xiao Cheyun pays homage to the Crown Prince and thanks General Zhao and all the other generals for their help!"
His gaze lingered on Zhao Muyun for a moment, his expression complex and incomprehensible.
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