at the same time.
The Xijing army also discovered this unexpected cavalry force.
Yang Fan initially thought they were friendly forces coming from the direction of Linzhou, but soon the unfamiliar flags and their resolute charging posture made him wary.
"Whose troops are those?" Yang Fan demanded sharply from those around him.
Before the scouts could report back, the cavalry had already advanced to within about two miles.
Under the sunlight, the wolf-head banner of the Wuhuan people and the female general in the lead, wielding a giant sword and riding a white horse in silver armor, are clearly visible!
"It's the Wuhuan people! It's reinforcements from Hedong! And the leader is a woman!" a general shouted in alarm.
A woman? A woman from the Wuhuan tribe, could it be Zhao Muyun's Wuhuan wife?
She actually came too!
Yang Fan's face turned deathly pale instantly, filled with terror: "Quick! Divide the troops by two thousand to intercept on the right flank! We absolutely cannot let them disrupt our formation!"
Two thousand Xijing infantrymen hastily turned around, attempting to form a defensive line on the flank.
However, how could a hastily assembled infantry formation possibly withstand a thousand well-rested and charging Wuhuan cavalry?
Like a hot knife through butter, the torrent of Wuhuan cavalry crashed into the Xijing army's intercepting force without any resistance!
Huan Naxue brandished her giant sword, causing men and horses to fall wherever she went, carving a bloody path through the crowd.
The Wuhuan cavalry followed closely behind, their scimitars flashing and arrows raining down. The two thousand intercepting infantry were almost instantly routed and routed upon contact.
Breaking through the blockade, Huan Naxue didn't stop, her gaze fixed on the "Yang" banner in the sea of people!
"Target: Enemy center! Charge!"
The tide turned again, using Huan Naxue as its spearhead, fiercely prying open the already chaotic right flank of the Xijing army, and heading straight for Yang Fan!
"Stop her! Stop that female general!"
Yang Fan was both shocked and furious, and sent several of his fierce generals to intercept them.
However, at this moment, Huan Naxue was preoccupied with the battle and missed her husband. She arrived in anger, and her combat power had already reached its peak!
The greatsword in his hand roared with the sound of wind and thunder, slashing and sweeping with unstoppable force!
Three fierce generals from the Xijing army were cut down along with their weapons after only a few exchanges.
Seeing Huan Naxue moving as if she were in an empty field, getting closer and closer to the central army banner, Yang Fan finally couldn't sit still any longer. He knew that if the commander's flag was lost, the morale of the army would collapse immediately!
"Imperial Guard Battalion, follow me!"
Yang Fan drew his sword and led his most elite personal guard to personally greet Huan Naxue.
The two horses collided!
Yang Fan's swordsmanship was steady and ruthless, but Huan Naxue's greatsword was powerful and heavy, and her moves combined the fierceness of the Wuhuan with the exquisite skill of the Dayin, plus she had been influenced by Zhao Muyun.
She has the upper hand in strength and speed, and her sword techniques are simple and quick, aiming to kill enemies with maximum efficiency.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The greatsword and the saber clashed violently, sparks flying everywhere!
In just over ten rounds, Huan Naxue spotted an opening, and with a strange twist of her greatsword, she deflected Yang Fan's sword and swept the blade horizontally!
"puff--"
Blood splattered!
Yang Fan's head flew into the air with an expression of disbelief, his headless body swayed, and he fell off his horse.
Commander-in-Chief of the Xijing Army has been killed in action!
"Yang Fan is dead! Those who surrender will not be killed!"
Huan Naxue used the tip of her sword to lift Yang Fan's head, and with all her might, her clear shout echoed across the battlefield!
at the same time.
Xu Yunlong and He Yunsheng led a vanguard of 1,000 men with warhorses, finally arriving at the battlefield, panting heavily. Without hesitation, they threw themselves into the battle and expanded their gains.
The commander-in-chief was killed, the flank was completely breached, and fresh reinforcements joined the fight...
The fighting spirit of the Xijing army collapsed instantly.
"Run!"
"The general is dead!"
The army collapsed like a house of cards!
The 20,000 elite troops of Xijing, having lost their commander, scattered like headless flies and began to flee in all directions. Many soldiers even knelt down and surrendered.
The Hedong army pursued their victory and captured countless prisoners.
Thus, the Xiazhou War, which had been a stalemate for a month and was extremely fierce, ended in victory for the Hedong Army.
The 30,000 Xijing troops brought by Yang Fan were almost completely wiped out.
More than 23,000 soldiers died in battle, 5,000 were captured, and more than 1,000 went missing. Only a little over 1,000 survivors escaped to the direction of Linzhou.
......
The clamor of the battlefield gradually subsided, leaving only the mingled smoke and heavy stench of blood, permeating every inch of air outside Xiazhou City, pungent and tragic.
The blood-red setting sun hung in the sky, spreading its dim light across the earth, illuminating the battlefield strewn with corpses and broken banners, as if painting a tragic and desolate backdrop to this pyrrhic victory.
Lin Feng, the commander-in-chief of the Hedong Army and the former military governor, was now at his last gasp.
His armor was covered with knife and arrow wounds, and the wound on his left arm was hastily bandaged, but blood was still seeping out.
Every step he took aggravated his injuries, but he still forced his exhausted body to straighten his spine.
Behind him were his fellow generals, all equally wounded.
Xi Sheng, wielding the terrifying Mo Dao, now had his sword riddled with chips and cuts. He himself was covered in blood, practically a blood-soaked figure, and could only stand with the support of his personal guards.
Forward Li Mao had a gruesome wound on his chest that was still gushing blood, his face was as pale as paper, but his eyes remained stubborn.
Murong Chunhua's silver armor was covered in mud and blood, and his once handsome face was now pale and weak from exhaustion. He had been fighting on foot for a long time after abandoning his horse, and his legs were trembling slightly.
Tong Gu, the Right Army Commander and the garrison commander of Xia Prefecture, also had his armor damaged and his face covered in dust.
Under the protection of their personal guards, they trudged through piles of corpses and muddy pools of blood, slowly making their way to a relatively clean high ground on one side of the battlefield.
On the high ground, the magnificent white warhorse stood out conspicuously.
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