With Xi Sheng's command, five hundred heavily armored and extremely burly men, wielding terrifying long-handled broadswords, marched with heavy steps, like a moving steel wall, and were the first to break through the first line of defense hastily organized by the Northern Di army!
The Mo Dao, also known as the "Horse-Slaying Sword," has a hilt over ten feet long, a thick blade, and is double-edged, radiating a cold light!
It requires immense arm strength and skill to wield, making it effective against cavalry and capable of tearing apart any infantry formation!
"cut!"
The Mo Dao warriors roared in unison, and their massive Mo Dao blades, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, swung down with tremendous force!
"Snap! Splash!"
The Northern Di soldiers who tried to stop them were cleaved in two by this terrifying force, along with their weapons and even their warhorses!
Both men and horses were shattered!
Severed limbs mixed with blood and internal organs created a horrifying scene on the snow!
Wherever the Mo Dao Battalion passed, it was truly a scene of carnage, like a battlefield of carnage!
The Northern Di soldiers had never seen such ferocious infantry weapons before, and their courage was instantly shattered, causing them to retreat in droves.
"Follow up! Widen the gap!" Xi Sheng shouted, brandishing his sword.
The heavy infantry followed closely behind the Mo Dao battalion, consolidating and widening the breach like a rock, while the light infantry spread like mercury across the ground, rampaging along the gap to both flanks and indiscriminately hacking and slashing at the chaotic enemy.
"Divine Machine Battalion! Target: Central Commander's Flag Area—Deploy the Thunderclap Bomb!"
The Shenji Battalion, personally commanded by Liu Yi, finally revealed their trump card!
Dozens of strong grenadiers hurled the detonating bombs with lit fuses at the most densely populated area near Wuzhu's central army tent!
"boom!!"
"Boom boom boom—!!"
More frequent and intense explosions than those during the previous ambush of Nianmeihe rang out one after another among the Northern Di army.
This time it happened at night, and the flames from the explosion were even more dazzling, and the sound was even more deafening.
The terrifying shockwaves and flying metal fragments, like the scythe of death, reaped lives in droves.
"Eternal Heaven! What is this?!"
"Thor is angry!"
"Run!"
The fear of the unknown completely overwhelmed the already collapsing nerves of the Northern Di army.
Soldiers around the explosion site cried out in despair, abandoning their armor and weapons, wanting nothing more than to get away from those death zones.
Panic spread like a plague from the point of explosion to the entire camp!
Even Wuzhu's personal guards were blown up by several thunderbolts that landed nearby, resulting in heavy casualties.
Wuzhu himself was tackled to the ground by his personal guards, barely escaping death, but he was still dizzy and had ringing ears from the shock, his face covered in splattered mud and snow water.
He looked up at the apocalyptic scene before him:
Flames shot into the sky, explosions raged, and the snow was stained an eerie dark red.
The once valiant and skilled troops scattered like headless flies, being cut down and shot to death in droves by the enemy's terrifying infantry with their long-handled swords and the ever-present cold arrows...
And the sound of the heavy cavalry charging like a nightmare was already close at hand!
It’s over!
A desperate thought arose in Wuzhu's heart.
He knew that the battle was lost, a complete and utter defeat!
Zhao Muyun not only possessed excellent weaponry, but also extraordinary courage and military skills! He dared to launch such a decisive surprise attack under such terrible weather conditions.
"Your Majesty! Hurry! It will be too late if we don't leave now!" The commander of the personal guards, covered in blood, clung tightly to Wuzhu's arm.
Wuzhu looked at the chaotic battlefield and at the "Zhao" banner that still stood firm amidst the wind, snow, and fire. His eyes were filled with deep-seated hatred and resentment, but in the end, he was overwhelmed by his instinct for survival.
"Retreat! To Youzhou!"
Wuzhu gritted his teeth and gave his final order. Under the desperate protection of his personal guards, he mounted his warhorse and fled in panic towards the northeast.
With their commander fleeing, the Northern Di army completely lost its last will to resist and collapsed entirely.
On this snowy night, the 50,000-strong army was utterly crushed by Zhao Muyun's meticulously planned and fatal attack!
The wind and snow gradually subsided, and the sky began to brighten.
The fields outside Luancheng have completely changed.
The pristine snow was now muddy and treacherous, trampled by countless footprints, hoofprints, and ruts.
Even more jarring were the large patches of congealed, blackened blood and the haphazardly piled-up corpses of the Northern Di soldiers.
Damaged flags, broken weapons, and discarded armor were everywhere.
In some places, wisps of smoke were still rising, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder.
The soldiers of the Hedong Army were cleaning up the battlefield. Although they were tired, their faces were filled with excited and proud smiles.
They helped each other collect the bodies of their fallen comrades, seize spoils of war, and guard the dejected prisoners.
The central command tent has been moved to the original location of the Northern Di army's main camp.
Zhao Muyun stood outside the tent, looking at the tragic yet glorious battlefield, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
He launched a surprise attack on a snowy night, narrowly escaping danger and ultimately winning the gamble!
"Grand Commander, the initial results have been tallied."
The clerk strode over and said, “In this battle, it is estimated that more than 15,000 enemy soldiers were killed, about 10,000 were captured, and countless warhorses, armor, and provisions were seized.”
"Wuzhu only led the remnants of his troops to escape to Youzhou. Our casualties...the preliminary estimate is about three thousand, of which the Mo Dao Battalion and the Heavy Cavalry Battalion suffered the most casualties, mainly due to being caught in the melee."
With three thousand casualties, we achieved a glorious victory that wiped out several times the enemy's numbers. This was undoubtedly an unprecedented triumph!
Upon hearing this, all the generals showed expressions of joy.
Zhong Meng grinned widely and laughed, "Hahaha! That was a good fight! Now let's see if those Tartars dare to be arrogant again!"
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