Although Zhang Wuji at this moment could not be said to be a match for ten thousand enemies, he could still come and go freely among the troops.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Yuan soldiers died at his hands.
Compared with the threat posed by Zhang Wuji, the greater threat is the Ming Cult soldiers pouring into the city.
These Mingjiao soldiers have made Muliangha's already chaotic team even more scattered.
The key to victory or defeat in every war is often fleeting.
If Muliangha was willing to come down from the city wall and organize a counterattack at the first moment, the current unmanageable situation would not necessarily have occurred.
Muliangha knew in his heart that the balance of victory was no longer on his side.
Zhang Wuji, like a god of death, is getting closer and closer.
Muliangha's mentality was about to collapse. The Yang Xiao just now was already terrifying enough, so how come there was another one who was even more powerful than him?
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Just as Muliangha was thinking about countermeasures, his messenger hurriedly spoke.
"General, this place is no longer safe. The rebels are about to attack us. Our troops are in chaos now. We cannot organize ourselves and put up a proper resistance."
"In my opinion, we should retreat first."
"Retreat?" Muliangha was furious. "I am the defender of Xuzhou. Now Xuzhou is still there. How can a defender retreat first?"
The messenger hurriedly said: "General, it's too late. If it was a quarter of an hour earlier, we might still have a chance of winning, but now it's too late."
"Victory and defeat are common in the military. Now that the rebels have entered the city, as long as we have the green mountains to rely on, we will never run out of firewood."
"The army is already in disarray. Do you want all your soldiers to die here?"
"At worst, we can leave the city from the north gate first, and then we can fight back after gathering reinforcements..."
Muliangha looked around and saw that the rebels were becoming more and more powerful, while his own army could not even follow the most basic orders.
Muliangha sighed helplessly. With the army's morale in such chaos, Xuzhou might not be able to be defended today.
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Muliangha organized the scattered troops and broke out of the city.
Today's battle was the most humiliating one he had ever fought in his life.
The 40,000-strong army was defeated before it even had a chance to deploy its troops.
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The Mingjiao soldiers in the city fought with the scattered Yuan soldiers until midnight.
After nearly two hours of fighting, more than 20,000 bodies of Yuan soldiers were left in the city.
It was not until this moment that the newly recruited soldiers of Zhang Wuji realized that they had been deceived.
"There were definitely more than 4,000 Yuan soldiers defending the city. Even the number of dead Yuan soldiers was so high that we don't know how many there were."
Outside the city of Xuzhou, Muliangha took great pains to gather the remaining more than 10,000 soldiers under his command.
These defeated soldiers were unable to take out any grass or trees from Xuzhou City except the scimitars in their hands.
Zhang Wuji on the other side was also feeling uncomfortable.
Of the 23,000-man army, nearly 8,000 were killed or wounded.
"Zhou Zhiruo was right. In such a chaotic world, there are no innocent people at all."
"If you want to kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed."
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From the start of the war at the hour of Xu to just after the hour of Zi.
It took Zhang Wuji less than three hours to change the ownership of Xuzhou.
Muliangha, who had fled in panic, had already escaped far away with his remaining troops.
Zhang Wuji looked at the group of soldiers under his command and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.
The battle was won, and Zhang Wuji gathered them together again.
"Although the Mingjiao army suffered heavy casualties, their morale remains high."
This group of people was like a group of wild beasts that had just recovered from a serious illness. At the beginning, they had forgotten that they also had sharp fangs in their mouths.
It was Zhang Wuji who awakened their wildness.
The Han people, who had been weak for nearly a hundred years, finally stood up again.
Zhang Wuji looked at the soldiers of the Ming Cult and spoke slowly.
"I guess you all know how powerful you are now."
"The number of Yuan soldiers defending the city is not 4,000, but 40,000. In less than three hours since the start of the war, you have killed more than 20,000 people."
"There is nothing to be afraid of those Mongolian Tartars. All enemies are not to be afraid of."
"The most terrible enemy is always yourself. When you think you are incompetent, you have already failed."
"When you believe in the swords and guns in your hands and the brothers around you, you will be unstoppable..."
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There are only four words in Yang Xiao's mind now, and those four words are: I bow down to Zhang Wuji with all my heart.
At this moment, Zhang Wuji was like the legendary saint.
He just used the simplest words to praise these new troops to the sky, even though Zhang Wuji had told them a little lie before the war.
But this little lie has long been covered up by this huge victory.
After this battle, there were no more new troops in the Ming Cult. After this battle, all the soldiers in the Ming Cult became elite soldiers who dared to fight and kill.
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At this moment, Xuzhou has become the headquarters of the Ming Cult.
From then on, Zhang Wuji became a local lord.
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A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Wuji called Yang Xiao to his side.
"Uncle Yang, the great thing has been accomplished."
Yang Xiao quickly said: "It was all thanks to the leader that we were able to capture Xuzhou. We are just a foil."
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