Call of the Heroes of Chaos in Another World

Chapter 2338 Bo Long's Spear Challenges Zhong Shidao, Bai Qi's Mighty Army Reaches Kaifeng

"Shizhong!"

Seeing his younger brother fall, Zhong Shidao's teeth were clenched in fury, and his eyes turned bloodshot as he looked at Zhao Yun.

His instinct was to rush out and avenge his brother, but he knew he couldn't!
If he were to die here, the 30,000-strong army would immediately collapse.

He represents not only himself, but also this army of 30,000. How can he act impulsively?

Other generals may have the right to act impulsively, but the commander of an army is the only one who is not qualified.

At the same time, the main force of the Han army brought by Bai Qi, like an iron torrent, had already crushed in from behind.

Countless Song soldiers abandoned their armor and knelt down to beg for mercy, their will to resist completely shattered.

Zhong Shidao was swept along by the tide of defeat, unable to control his own destiny.

He took one last look at the silver-armored figure who was galloping through the chaotic army as if it were nothing, and his heart was filled with endless bitterness.

"Retreat! Break through to the west!" Zhong Shidao knew that there was no way back to Qiannan City, so he could only try to fight his way out of the chaos.

But how could Bai Qi's inescapable trap leave any real way out?

Despite Zhong Shidao's desperate attempt to break through the encirclement, Bai Qi remained calm upon receiving the news, showing no emotional fluctuation. He composedly ordered his soldiers to open a gap for Zhong Shidao to escape.

Then, he ordered his generals to relentlessly pursue and kill Zhong Shidao's remaining troops, peeling them away bit by bit, like peeling an onion.

Although Zhong Shidao was already surrounded by Bai Qi's entire army, this situation is similar to the principle of surrounding three sides and leaving one side open. If you don't leave the enemy any way out, it is very likely to arouse their determination to fight to the death.

On the contrary, by deliberately giving them a way out, we can gradually weaken their strength and end the battle by slowly boiling them like a frog in warm water.

Moreover, since Bai Qi is willing to give Zhong Shidao a way out at this time, it means that he naturally has other plans and will not really let the other party escape.

At this time, under Bai Qi's deliberate action, Zhong Shidao, who successfully broke through the encirclement, left behind a Song army force of about three thousand men to cover the rear and block the pursuing troops.

Almost instantly, Wang Jiulong led a group of Han cavalry to cut in from the flank, divide and surround them, and in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, they were all devoured, leaving only corpses and wails on the ground.

Zhong Shidao led the main force on a rapid march of less than five miles when another Han army ambush suddenly emerged from the mountain forest on the flank. A dense rain of arrows poured down, causing chaos and nearly two thousand men and horses to be captured in the ensuing confusion.

The breakout attempt turned into a long and bloody death march.

With each step of their retreat, the Song army felt as if an invisible knife was slicing away at their ranks, drastically reducing their numbers.

The pursuers behind him were neither too close nor too far, always maintaining a pressure distance that was enough to make one feel utterly overwhelmed.

Zhao Yun's banner followed him everywhere, and his dazzling silver spear would appear from time to time on the horizon, bringing waves of panic and rout.

Zhong Shidao had fewer and fewer personal guards around him, and most of his generals were either lost or killed in battle.

At first, he was able to organize effective resistance and alternating cover, but later he could only passively endure these repeated cuts and bleeds. The morale of the troops completely collapsed, escape became the only goal, and the organization was completely destroyed.

As dawn broke, Zhong Shidao looked back and saw that fewer than three thousand men had followed him out of the encirclement, and all of them were wounded, their expressions filled with fear, their helmets askew and their armor askew. They were a far cry from the thirty thousand elite troops he had led out of the city the night before.

"Brothers, hang in there! Once we get past that next slope, we'll reach Long County and be safe!" Zhong Shidao shouted to the soldiers behind him, tearing off his cloak to bandage his wounds.

Zhong Shidao's words gave these remnants of the army, who were on the verge of collapse, a last glimmer of hope.

The soldiers, who were on the verge of complete collapse, had a glimmer of light return in their cloudy eyes. Their nearly exhausted bodies squeezed out the last bit of strength, and their steps quickened involuntarily as they climbed towards the top of the slope that symbolized their last hope.

Zhong Shidao wrapped the makeshift bandages made from his torn cloak tightly around his neck. His wounds were still throbbing, but what hurt even more was seeing the men who had followed him through thick and thin fall into such a state.

He took a deep breath, suppressing all his anxiety and exhaustion; he had to get them to Long County!

Although Longxian was not a fortified city, it was still a city. Once they escaped, the city walls would at least give the soldiers a chance to catch their breath and have a full meal.

The team struggled to climb to the top of the slope.

However, just as their view suddenly opened up and they were looking forward to seeing the outline of the Longxian city wall, everyone froze, as if their blood had solidified at that moment.

Beyond the top of the slope, the road to Longxian was not as smooth as expected.

Less than two hundred paces ahead in the open ground, a well-disciplined and menacing army stood silently guarding the place like an iron fortress.

"Master Zhong, I, Wang Bolong, have been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Today, you will either surrender or die; there is no other way!" Wang Bolong's cold voice rang out from atop a tall warhorse.

He had long since obeyed Bai Qi's orders, leading 5,000 troops to wait here in comfort for a long time.

"You surnamed Wang, even if I die today, I will fight you to the death!" Zhong Shidao, who was already in dire straits, drew his sword and prepared to lead the remaining troops behind him in a final charge.

However, the three thousand soldiers behind him had finally found a glimmer of hope, but then they were plunged into despair. After such a dramatic rise and fall, they had completely collapsed.

Apart from the core guards of Zhong Shidao, very few of the remaining soldiers responded to his order to charge, totaling no more than a hundred.

Seeing this, Zhong Shidao revealed a bitter smile, and led the last hundred or so soldiers in the final charge of his life.

"Stubborn fools!" Wang Bolong sneered, and with a wave of his hand, thousands of soldiers followed him and charged forward.

In this battle, the 30,000 troops of Qiannan City were completely wiped out. Apart from those who died directly in battle, almost all the rest became prisoners of Bai Qi.

General Zhong Shizhong of the Song Dynasty was killed by Zhao Yun. General Zhong Shizhong, with no way to survive, fought desperately but was killed by Wang Bolong's spear.

After that, Bai Qi captured Qiannan City, which had been decimated, without lifting a finger, and executed Jiang Yigong, the magistrate of Qiannan County.

After this battle, Bai Qi completely swept away the southern obstacles leading to Kaifeng, the capital of the Song Dynasty. Bai Qi's 100,000-strong army marched in a mighty force towards Kaifeng, the capital of the Zhao Song Dynasty.