Zhao Muyun stood on the command platform, her expression remaining calm.
He watched the approaching tide of the Fengtian Army and slowly raised his right hand.
"Shenji Battalion," he said softly, "fiery oil bombs, cover the area three hundred paces in front of the central army."
“But General, our Mo Dao Battalion is still there…” Xiao Cheyun said anxiously.
"Execute military orders." Zhao Muyun's voice was icy.
Liu Yi gritted his teeth and waved his command flag: "Prepare the incendiary bombs—fire!"
The ten cannons were loaded with specially made high-explosive oil bombs.
The earthenware jar was filled with gunpowder, sulfur, black oil, and barbed wire, sealed with oil-soaked linen, and launched after the fuse was lit.
Ten flammable oil bombs flew in arcs and landed in front of the central army.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The earthenware pot exploded, splattering burning oil everywhere, covering an area of about a hundred paces.
The burning sulfur produced toxic fumes, and barbed wire flew everywhere.
Whether it was the Feng Army or the Yin Army, all those within range were engulfed by flames.
The screams echoed through the sky.
The fire-man rolls across the battlefield, passing the flames to those around him.
The toxic fumes filled the air, causing those who inhaled them to cough violently and bleed from their mouths and noses.
This was an indiscriminate attack.
Three hundred soldiers of the Mo Dao Battalion and more than two thousand soldiers of the Fengtian Army were reduced to ashes in this round of artillery fire.
But the effects are also significant.
The Fengtian Army's charge against the Central Army was abruptly cut off by this wall of fire.
Ma Zongliang retreated under the protection of his personal guards, staring at the hellish scene before him with bloodshot eyes: "Zhao Muyun! You even killed your own people! You monster!"
Zhao Muyun stood on the command platform, his face ashen.
War is a matter of life and death. If the enemy breaks through the central army today, the entire army will be wiped out.
Exchanging 300 people for 70,000 might seem cruel and brutal, but it's a worthwhile trade.
Just then, the heavy sound of horses' hooves suddenly rang out from within the Yin army's ranks.
Guo Luo's thousand heavily armored cavalrymen were mobilized.
These knights and their horses were fully armored, even the horses were covered in iron plate armor.
Holding eighteen-foot-long spears, they formed a tight wedge formation, like a moving steel wall.
"Heavy Armor Battalion! Charge!"
Guo Luo took the lead, his long spear held level.
The thousand heavy cavalry began to accelerate.
The heavy hooves pounded the ground, producing a muffled thunderous roar.
Wherever they went, the earth trembled.
The Fengtian Army attempted to block them.
The spearmen raised their spears, and the shieldmen raised their shields.
But all of this was as fragile as paper under the onslaught of heavily armored cavalry.
"boom!"
The iron cavalry surged into the Fengtian Army's ranks.
The long spear pierced through shields and bodies, sometimes even impaling two or three people with a single spear.
Warhorses rammed into those who blocked their way, their iron hooves crushing the fallen into a bloody pulp.
The advantage of heavy cavalry lies in their impact—once they charge, they are unstoppable.
Guo Luo was at the forefront.
With one thrust of his spear, he sent three Fengtian soldiers flying; then, turning his spear around, he swept down another group.
The personal guards followed closely behind, like iron plows tilling the land, carving a bloody path through the Fengtian Army's ranks.
The morale of the Fengtian Army began to collapse.
When the Fengtian Army's attention was drawn to the Central Army's heavy cavalry breakthrough, Wu Shangzhi made his move.
"Murong Chunhua's troops, encircle from the left flank!"
"Huanwu tribe and Namtso tribe, follow me and we'll cut in from the center!"
"Without hiding the Epang troops, the right wing will encircle them!"
Ten thousand foreign cavalrymen charged out in three columns.
These cavalrymen differed from heavily armored cavalrymen; they were lightly armored, fast horses, skilled in mounted archery, and adept at flanking maneuvers.
Murong Chunhua's Xianbei cavalry swept across the left flank like a whirlwind, their sabers flashing and bowstrings twanging, and the Fengtian army fell like wheat being harvested.
Huanwu's Wuhuan cavalry and Namtso's Qiang and Rong cavalry cut in from the center and advanced deep into the territory along the gap torn open by Guoluo.
They didn't linger in battle, they just charged forward, tearing the Fengtian Army's formation to pieces.
The Tangut cavalry led by Mi Cang E Pang flanked the Fengtian army on the right flank, cutting off their retreat.
The Fengtian Army was in complete chaos.
In front, there was the slaughter with long-handled swords; in the middle, there was the bombardment of cannons; behind, there was the charge of iron cavalry; and on the flanks, there were light cavalry flanking them.
The 150,000-strong army was divided into dozens of units, each fighting its own battle.
Li Biao led his personal guards in a desperate resistance, attempting to reorganize their formation.
He killed seven Yin army cavalrymen and was covered in blood.
"Don't panic! Come closer to me! Come closer to me!"
But the chaos was beyond control.
The soldiers were only thinking about escaping, and no one listened to their commander's orders.
Li Biao pierced through a Murong cavalryman with his spear. Just as he was about to pull his spear away, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.
He looked down and saw a blood-stained knife tip protruding from his chest.
Behind her, Murong Chunhua slowly withdrew her curved sword and said coldly, "Your path ends here."
Li Biao opened his mouth as if to say something, but blood gushed from it.
He staggered a couple of steps, looked at the battlefield around him, at the routed Fengtian Army, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.
Finally... I can rest.
He collapsed to the ground and died instantly.
On the other side, Li Bao led three thousand cavalrymen to try to rescue the central army, but they ran headlong into the last volley of fire from the Shenji Battalion.
Thirty cannons, all loaded with grapeshot.
"put!"
Liu Yi gave the order in a hoarse voice.
A storm of death engulfed Li Bao's troops.
Three thousand cavalrymen were riddled with sieves by shrapnel within a hundred paces.
The warhorse neighed and fell to the ground, and the knight drifted away like a falling leaf.
Li Bao was hit by more than ten iron balls at the same time, and his whole body was blown into a cloud of blood mist, leaving no trace of his corpse.
More than half of the officers of the Fengtian Army at the rank of colonel and above were killed in this round of attacks.
At 3:45 PM, the Fengtian Army completely collapsed.
The remaining 100,000 or so people fled towards the Yi River like a frightened herd of beasts.
They dropped their weapons and took off their armor, hoping to run as fast as possible.
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