On the river, corpses piled up like mountains. Later people stepped on the corpses to cross the river, pushing even more corpses to the bottom.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the 20,000 soldiers left behind at the Fengtian Army camp on the north bank burned their own provisions and fled in all directions.
When Ma Zongliang was forced to retreat to the riverbank by his personal guards, he had only about thirty men left with him.
He looked back.
The south bank of the Yi River is now a living hell.
Of the 150,000 troops, fewer than 50,000 are still standing.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, broken flags and shattered weapons, smoke of gunpowder everywhere, and cries of anguish echoing across the land.
Meanwhile, the Yin army was clearing the battlefield.
Those swordsmen, cavalrymen, and spearmen, like demons from hell, were reaping the last lives.
"It's over...it's all over..."
Ma Zongliang murmured.
Two hundred thousand troops fought a bloody three-day battle and were completely wiped out.
He knew what this meant—the Great Feng Dynasty was finished.
"General, cross the river quickly! We will escort you back to the capital!" the guard urged.
Ma Zongliang laughed bitterly: "Return to the capital? How can I face His Majesty? Two hundred thousand troops were wiped out by my own hand, how can I live on in this world?"
He drew his sword, the blade held horizontally in front of his neck.
The guards were terrified: "General, you mustn't!"
But it was too late.
Ma Zongliang tightened his wrist, and the blade slashed towards his throat.
Just then, an arrow pierced the air.
"when!"
The arrow struck the sword with such precision that it sent the sword flying!
Ma Zongliang looked up in surprise and saw a rider galloping towards him.
A young general, holding a longbow, appeared on horseback; it was Wu Shangzhi.
"General Ma, my master has given the order: he must be alive."
Before Wu Shangzhi could finish speaking, he leaped off his horse and pounced on Ma Zongliang like a hawk.
Although Ma Zongliang was a first-rate military general, he was disheartened at this moment and did not resist. He was easily knocked to the ground by Wu Shangzhi.
"Tie him up and hand him over to the General," Wu Shangzhi said calmly.
The guards tried to resist, but were surrounded by light cavalry that arrived shortly afterward.
Seeing that their commander had been captured, they finally gave up resistance, dropped their weapons, and surrendered.
At the exact moment of Shen Shi (3-5 PM), the battle was completely over.
In the Battle of Yishui, of the 200,000-strong Fengtian Army, 50,000 were routed, 80,000 were killed in battle, and 50,000 were captured.
The Yin army, numbering 90,000, suffered 38,000 casualties.
The entire Mo Dao Battalion was destroyed, while the Shenji Battalion and the Bow and Crossbow Battalion each suffered one-third casualties.
The light cavalry lost 3,000 men, and the heavy cavalry battalion lost half its men.
The remaining Jiannan Mountain Battalion, Hedong Army, Yunzhou Army, Xijing Reinforcements, and Jingxiang Army suffered varying losses.
This battle was also a fierce and all-out effort for the Great Yin Dynasty.
But in the end, victory belonged to the Great Yin!
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