Chapter 409 To retreat or not to retreat, that is the question

As the battle deepened, An Xin and his men gradually fell into a disadvantage due to their small number of people.

King Liang looked at the enemy troops being beaten back step by step, and finally couldn't help laughing wildly, "Hahaha, so what if you find solid evidence of my rebellion, you will all die here.

As long as the emperor cannot provide evidence to prove that I have the intention of treason, even if the emperor is wary of the princes, he cannot do anything to me. "

When King Liang said this, he not only looked at An Xin with a sinister gaze, but also glanced in the direction of Kong Xun, who was holding a long sword against the enemy. A dark and obscure light flashed in his eyes.

An Xin held a long-handled double-edged sword.

The sword moves were unstoppable, the sword tips shuttled through the air, whistling out, the sword energy was sharp, and the sword tips of both sides kept crossing and shuttled through the air.

The entire battlefield was shrouded in a silver light, and the sword flashed like lightning, slashing towards the enemy.

The battle scene was extremely fierce. The swords of the two sides clashed, making a series of clanging sounds that were heart-stirring.

There is a military force in the Seven-Colored Building founded by An Xin. It is a group of more than 200 people brought by Yun Feilong, the leader of the Qinglong Group, and each of them has extraordinary skills.

They leaped up like tigers descending from the mountains, and the long swords in their hands drew an arc in the air and slashed fiercely at the enemy.

The sword tip hit the enemy's body with a crisp sound, and the enemy groaned and died.

Hundreds of people pounced on their prey without hesitation, like wild animals.

Li Ziyu and his fellow disciples also had stern and resolute expressions. Faced with a force that outnumbered their own, they showed no sign of retreat or fear.

Their eyes revealed an unyielding will; they were willing to fight for the day when they could become the mayor of their own little mountain and walk all the way in the capital.

Although she herself is already very powerful, this is the obsession in the hearts of their fellow disciples and has nothing to do with anything else.

The sound of weapons clashing rang out one after another. The atmosphere of the battle became more and more tense, and the two opposing sides' forces became more and more fierce as the battle became more intense.

Although the elite troops on An Xin's side were all brave and good at fighting, and they marched forward courageously, the more than 200 people who joined the Qinglong group were also extremely skilled.

But as time went on, they gradually fell into a disadvantage due to the huge gap in numbers.

King Liang looked at An Xin, who not only had to kill the enemies himself, but also was busy running around to rescue the people around him, and laughed wildly with a gloomy expression.

“Hahaha, even if you find solid evidence of my rebellion, you will all die here.

As long as the emperor cannot obtain the evidence to prove that I have the intention of treason, even if the emperor is wary of the princes, he cannot do anything to me. "

After saying this, King Liang cast a sinister look at Kong Xun, who was under the protection of An Xin intentionally or unintentionally.

A dark light flashed in his eyes, and his extremely thin and harsh lips slowly pulled up, revealing a sinister smile.

The corpses of the enemies killed by An Xin had piled up into a small hill, and a few drops of blood were dripping from the tip of the long-handled double-edged sword in his hand.

The enemies who didn't want to die automatically stayed away from her, the killing god.

They had never seen a woman who killed so quickly and efficiently.

Even Fang Qingping, who was also a woman with extraordinary skills, looked at An Xin with admiration several times despite her busy fighting against the enemy after seeing her strength.

Not to mention Liu Huai and others who had already admired An Xin because they had heard of his deeds at the northern Ji border.

He even felt that giving up returning to Beijing to accept punishment and following An Xin was their best choice.

Jiang Zhou and An Rui were very self-aware. When they were fighting, they chose to stay close to An Xin, knowing that their kung fu was just a show.

If they were left to fight the enemy alone, they would probably be killed or crippled as soon as they came into contact.

A few people who were very self-aware could only follow their own chief to save their lives.

An Xin's expression was cold and sharp at this time. Seeing that the people on their side had begun to suffer casualties one after another, his eyes darkened and he considered whether to retreat.

According to the plan, the goal is to delay the forces of King Liang, and wait for the troops that Leng Xiangbai and Zhu Shijing will bring to unexpectedly wipe out King Liang's private soldiers hidden in Wanxia Peak and Qingyun Mountain.

Then rush here to rescue and wipe out King Liang’s private soldiers to prevent future troubles.

However, the people who came to report the incident at Qingyun Mountain took a long time to arrive.

And with such a small number of people, they are against the 20,000 troops of King Liang and they still want to win this battle... "... "

It’s not like I have the ability to do whatever the male and female protagonists in novels do.

It is possible to defeat the larger force with a smaller one, but with such an outrageous difference in numbers, whoever can say who can win can do it.

Sorry, she can't do it with her mortal body.

When King Liang saw that his own side had suffered thousands of casualties and the enemy had not been completely wiped out, his face darkened and he turned sideways to whisper a few words to the leader of the guards beside him, with a bloodthirsty and vicious look in his eyes.

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More and more elite soldiers fell, and even members of the Qinglong Group recruited by An Xin were accidentally injured and fell.

Just as An Xin saw Jiang Zhou, An Rui, as well as Shan Yongzhen and Feng Yuxiu who had just returned and joined the battle, they were all injured to varying degrees.

Even if she was a superman, it was impossible for her to keep everyone unharmed on the battlefield. Just when An Xin was about to lead her men to retreat.

From the small path leading to here from the other side of the mountain, a group of soldiers came charging in with deafening shouts and great momentum, like a tiger emerging from the mountains.

Both the King of Liang himself and his private soldiers were terrified at this moment.

Looking at the tens of thousands of troops rushing towards them, which were at least half more than their numbers, some of the cunning private soldiers began to retreat.

The rescue troops over there just joined the battlefield after receiving the order. The private soldiers faced the regular army and were defeated in just one round.

There was a cunning leader among the private soldiers. Knowing that he was no match for the enemy, he began to flee with a small group of people he was familiar with.

The war soon came to an end because of the sudden influx of troops.

An Xin stood halfway up the mountain, holding a bloody sword in his hand.

Looking over, there was a young general leading the team. He was wearing silver armor and a red cloak that fluttered in the wind, and he looked like an eagle spreading its wings.

Gu Heng looked at the dead grass and trees on the hillside that were stained red with blood.

Looking at An Xin's group of five or six hundred people who were still able to stand, and who were rescuing those who were injured and still breathing after the war ended, he felt somewhat guilty.

He led his troops to wipe out the private troops raised by King Liang at Wanxia Peak and Qingyun Mountain. When he was halfway there, he saw a signal explosion in the sky.

Because the road to get here was mostly rugged and difficult to navigate, they arrived half an hour later than the agreed time.

If they could have arrived on time and not been delayed for so long, Gu Heng knew that An Xin and his men would not have suffered nearly half of their casualties in this battle with such a huge disparity in numbers.

In this hour, their more than a thousand people killed more than five thousand of the enemy's troops, which really made Gu Heng admire them.

(End of this chapter)