"Oh no! We've fallen into a trap!"
Wu Muchi's expression changed drastically, and his heart sank to the bottom.
However, the more terrifying thing is yet to come.
“Boom—!”
From the dense forest on the east side, as if struck by a thunderclap from a clear sky, Shi Yong led his troops to charge out first!
They moved like a steel jungle, their heavy but orderly steps cutting directly into the flank of the Northern Di army like an unstoppable metal wall!
He brandished his sword, unleashing a storm of blood and carnage!
Under such a dense and terrifying attack, the Northern Di cavalry were cleaved in two, their horses and men torn apart, and their formation was instantly ripped open with a huge gap!
Almost simultaneously, ten thousand horses galloped through the dense forest to the west!
Namtso took the lead, letting out a wild roar, and led the Qiang and Rong cavalry out from the side of the mountain forest.
"For the sake of our fallen kin! Slaughter all the Tartars!"
His roar represented the sentiments of all the Qiang and Rong warriors, who, like flames of vengeance, frantically hacked and slashed at the enemies before them.
Guo Luo and Wu Shangzhi's two thousand cavalrymen also emerged from the woods on the other side, charging towards the enemy like a tide.
Meanwhile, Pei Lun's troops, who had been "retreating," suddenly turned around and, like wolves baring their fangs, bit down hard on the tail of the Northern Di army!
They threw leather bags filled with flaming oil into the Northern Barbarian army, and before the Tartars could react, they launched fire arrows.
A raging fire suddenly broke out among the Tartars, and screams of agony filled the air.
Encircled from all sides! Blooming in the center!
Zhao Muyun stood on the hilltop, calmly observing the battlefield.
His tactics were executed perfectly.
Wumuchi's 10,000-strong army was completely surrounded on the open ground of Luoyanpo, and fell into unprecedented chaos.
To the east was Shi Yong's unshakeable anvil; to the west was the iron hammer of Wu Shangzhi, Guo Luo, and Namtso's cavalry charging wildly; to the south was the fortified wall formed by the main force personally led by Zhao Muyun; and to the north was Pei Lun's blocked retreat route.
Although the Northern Di army was fierce and brave, in such a desperate situation, its command system almost failed, and they fought independently, making it impossible to organize an effective resistance.
The soldiers were horrified to discover that no matter which direction they charged, they would be met with a fatal attack.
Wumu Chi's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He brandished his scimitar, trying to gather his troops and break out in one direction, but all his efforts were in vain in the face of the Dayin army's tacit cooperation and overwhelming numerical superiority.
The battle turned into a one-sided massacre.
The swords slashed, the spears thrust, horses' hooves trampled, and arrows flew...
The grass on Luoyanpo was stained dark red with blood, and the air was filled with a heavy, nauseating smell of blood.
As the sun set, it painted the sky a poignant red, a stark contrast to the blood-red battlefield.
When the last Northern Di centurion, who was putting up a stubborn resistance, was cleaved in two by Shi Yong's sword, the battlefield finally fell silent.
Wumu Chi, the once-renowned general of the Northern Di, was struck by several arrows and hacked to death under his wolf-head banner, his wide-open eyes filled with resentment and despair.
In the Battle of Luoyanpo, the 10,000 elite Northern Di troops brought by Wumuchi were almost completely annihilated, with less than a thousand managing to escape.
The Zhao Muyun coalition suffered no more than three thousand casualties.
A glorious and decisive victory!
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