Time passed by little by little, the battlefield was littered with corpses, and the earth was dyed red with blood.
Lin Feng stood on the nest car with a calm expression, but his hands tightly gripping the railing revealed his inner nervousness.
He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity.
Finally, when the Xijing army failed to capture the city after a long siege, morale began to slacken, and the formation became a little scattered due to continuous attacks, Lin Feng's eyes flashed, and he suddenly waved the flag in his hand!
"Dewey! Now! Target, the enemy's center commander's flag!"
Dewey, who had been conserving his energy, had been waiting anxiously. When he saw the command flag waving, he suddenly drew his embroidered spring sword and roared, "Brothers! Follow me! Go straight to the center!"
"kill--!"
Three thousand Hedong light cavalry, like a long-dormant tiger, suddenly rushed out from behind the formation!
They ignored the entanglement on the two wings, and like a sharp arrow shot from a bow, with Dewey as the spearhead, they went straight into the slightly empty center of the Xijing Army!
"Stop them! Stop them now!"
When Yang Fan saw this cavalry suddenly rushing out, his face changed suddenly and he hurriedly dispatched troops to stop them.
But Dewey was too fast!
They easily tore through the hastily organized interception forces of the Xijing Army, and with a clear target, they headed straight for the eye-catching "Yang" flag!
"Protect the General!"
Yang Fan's personal guards shouted at the top of their lungs and led the most elite cavalry to meet them.
The two cavalry units collided fiercely, and the men and horses were thrown to the ground, and they instantly fell into the most brutal melee.
Dewey took the lead, slashing left and right with the embroidered spring sword in his hand, unstoppable, cutting a bloody path through the enemy formation, getting closer and closer to Yang Fan's central army!
Yang Fan watched Dewey galloping across the battlefield, steadily approaching, and for the first time, a look of fear appeared on his face. His staff hurriedly advised, "Young Master, the situation is unfavorable. Stay out of the way for now!"
Seeing that Dewey was about to break through the last line of defense, Yang Fan gritted his teeth and finally gave the order unwillingly: "Sound the horn! Retreat!"
Ding ding—the crisp sound of the bugle rang out, and the Xijing army, which was fighting hard, retreated like a tide as if it had been pardoned.
Seeing this, Lin Feng also ordered the victory drum to be beaten, but did not order the army to pursue further. He only let Dewey's cavalry conduct a symbolic pursuit to expand the results of the battle.
This battle, which lasted from early morning to afternoon, finally ended with the Xijing Army's voluntary retreat.
More than three thousand Xijing Army corpses and countless wounded were left on the battlefield, and the Hedong Army also suffered nearly a thousand casualties, with the Modao Battalion and the spearmen on the flanks suffering particularly heavy losses.
Deafening cheers erupted from the top of Xiazhou City.
Lin Feng looked at the devastated battlefield and the exhausted soldiers with no joy on his face.
He knew that this was just a pyrrhic victory.
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