Zhao Jun and Wang Jun faced off on the Suidong Plain. Before the battle began, both sides were gathering intelligence on each other. Wang Ren had not found out about Zhao Huan's hidden 5,000 Dragon Spear Guards, and Zhao Huan seemed to have not found out about Du Yucheng's 30,000 men either.
From beginning to end, Du Yucheng never appeared, as if even Wang Ren had forgotten about this cooperative force.
The journey to Chengdu was a long-distance raid, even a roundabout one, making it even more difficult than the pursuit of Zhao Huan and his son.
As they drew closer to Zhao Huan's command post, Du Yucheng saw people emerging from the camp one after another, adopting a posture of preparation for battle.
"They are He Zhi's personal guards."
Du Yucheng licked his lips. He was calmer than ever before and said to those around him, "Zhao Jun's forces have all been committed to the front lines. Zhao Huan only has He Zhi's personal guard of a thousand men. If we charge in with one burst of energy, we can drown them with a single spit from each of us!"
The men on either side asked, "Zhao Huan is very cunning. He clearly only has a thousand personal guards, but instead of ambushing them in the camp, he came out to fight us head-on. Could this be a trap?"
Du Yucheng said, “Zhao Huan is very clever, but he has outsmarted himself. If he had hidden his personal guards as you said, I would have thought it was a trap. But the fact that he has brought his personal guards out proves that he has no other choice and is deliberately making things mysterious.”
"Don't be fooled by Zhao Huan, he's trying to disrupt our plan to enter the palace!"
"Brothers, what are we working so hard for, day and night? It's for this final step!!"
"Crush the royal guards, capture Zhao Huan alive, charge!!!"
Du Yucheng's anger ignited the soldiers' passion, and he himself took the lead and rushed forward quickly.
In an instant, a sea of people, like ferocious beasts, roared towards Zhao Huan's camp.
He Zhi stood at the front of his personal guard, holding a knife in his left hand and a gun in his right, coldly staring at the 30,000 men charging towards him.
Du Yucheng was getting closer and closer to him; his superb eyesight was so sharp that he could even see the blood vessels in the whites of Du Yucheng's eyes!
Closer!
Closer!!
Even closer!!!
He Zhi's pupils dilated sharply, and he slammed his spear down at his feet, shouting, "Kill!!!"
whoosh whoosh whoosh...
It was as if a barely audible breeze brushed past the ears of the 30,000 infantrymen, and then they saw a lot of green powder falling from above, followed by a strange smell.
Gradually, the soldiers began to feel numbness in their limbs, dizziness, and their running speed suddenly slowed down. Some even lost their balance and became unsteady on their feet.
"What is that?!"
Du Yucheng looked around angrily and saw Yuan Fei circling around the troops, with a small little girl sitting on his shoulder.
The little girl was holding something in her hand. With each release, a green beam shot into the sky and then turned into green powder that fell down.
"It's poisonous fog!" Du Yucheng exclaimed in surprise, suddenly realizing what had happened.
The little girl who released the poisonous fog was Deng Yanjiao.
Yuan Fei's light-footed skills were exceptional; with him carrying Deng Yanjiao, the soldiers of Chengdu simply couldn't stop her!
The soldiers had no interest in capturing anyone; they were all focused on the changes in their bodies. Fortunately, the poisonous fog was not fatal; it only numbed their nerves, making their hands and feet unresponsive.
Du Yucheng also inhaled the poisonous fog and quickly used his internal energy to expel the toxins. He didn't feel as well as the soldiers. He knew that since Zhao Huan had made this preparation, it wouldn't be that simple.
Although Deng Yanjiao's poisonous fog was not fatal, a deadly plan was definitely in store.
Whoosh whoosh——
Sure enough, just as Du Yucheng had this thought, he heard a series of whooshing sounds.
Having fought on the battlefield for so long, he was all too familiar with that voice.
That's the sound of an arrow cutting through the wind!
A hidden arrow has been launched!
"Watch out for hidden arrows! Watch out for enemy ambushes!"
Du Yucheng shouted at the top of his lungs and looked in the direction of the sound of wind breaking. He saw a team of about a hundred archers appear on the right side of the army, led by...
It was Fu Zheng!
Whoosh whoosh——
At the same time, a surprise attack came from the left flank of the troops.
Du Yucheng looked to the left again and saw another team of archers, about a hundred people, led by Zhou Nuo!
Zhou Nuo and Fu Zheng, the master and apprentice, were actually waiting for them here all along!
Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh—
More whooshing sounds came, and Du Yucheng looked towards Zhao Huan's camp, only to see that He Zhi's personal guards had all thrown down their spears and were firing arrows at them.
Moreover, their shooting accuracy was extremely high; not a single arrow missed its mark, as if they had all become master archers!
Du Yucheng was completely stunned...
"What's going on?"
"Have all the royal guards become sharpshooters??"
Suddenly, Du Yucheng seemed to remember something and glanced at Zhou Nuo from afar.
Zhou Nuo stood tall and proud, clad in light armor, holding the gracefully curved Jingling Bow, exuding an air of arrogance.
Du Yucheng sighed.
She was the first female instructor of the Imperial Guards...
Since the founding of the Great Jing Dynasty, the archery skills of the Imperial Guards had reached their highest level under her instruction...
What's so strange about her training Zhao Huan's personal guards in archery?
Du Yucheng raised his head and saw an elderly figure with long hair walking out from the high platform of the camp behind the personal guards, looking at him from a distance.
“Zhao Huan…”
Du Yucheng's feelings at this moment were very complicated.
First, he used his personal guards to lure his 30,000 men there. Once they were in a suitable position, he had Deng Yanjiao release the poison. When the poison took effect and the men lost their composure, he used a mere thousand archers to fire at them.
Thinking he had the rhythm under control, he had completely fallen into Zhao Huan's trap.
As the soldiers behind him fell one by one, many more panicked and fled in terror, some collapsing from the dead due to the poison...
Du Yucheng felt that the poison had been forced out of him, but he was heartbroken and powerless to do anything about it.
The tide has turned, and we've failed again...
Whoosh!
A murderous intent swept in from the side. Almost instinctively, Du Yucheng tumbled several times in the air in a disheveled manner before the arrow grazed his armor, the friction between the arrow and the armor producing a piercing sound.
Du Yucheng was already a top-notch archer; ordinary marksmen couldn't hurt him, and ordinary arrows couldn't harm him either.
But this arrow was no ordinary arrow; it was shot from the Frightening Bow.
If he had reacted just a little slower, he might never have been able to stand up again.
He lay prostrate on the ground like a wild beast poised to pounce, his gaze towards Zhou Nuo filled with righteous anger.
The 30,000 soldiers behind him had collapsed, and Du Yucheng no longer hesitated, rushing towards Zhou Nuo.
Humiliation, resentment, despair.
He directed all his anger at Zhou Nuo!
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