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"Oh no!"

"Prince! The Daliang soldiers are coming again."

"These crazy people come here every day. So many people have died, yet they still dare to come."

The twenty-year-old eldest prince had a gloomy face and tightly grasped the long sword in his hand. He inherited the arrogance of his grandfather's brutal father, but his character was far worse. If Fu Mingdun or Shi Luohou were still alive, they would have led their troops and fled long ago.

As long as the mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. Now that we've reached a dead end, why bother holding on?

The eldest prince did not hesitate to kill his own uncle, and suppressed the civil strife with bloody means, fighting head-on with the attacking Daliang soldiers every day. He just refused to escape!

This Daliang army was obviously far inferior to the border troops in terms of cavalry and archery, as well as combat power. A Rouran warrior who was proficient in horse fighting could kill three or four of the enemy troops. But the enemy troops were like indestructible bugs, killing them every day until dark, and coming back the next morning.

The battle had lasted for six or seven days, and nearly half of the enemy's 40,000 troops had been lost. Their morale had not collapsed, and they continued to attack every day. This madness of fighting to the death finally made the eldest prince feel cold.

If the Daliang army was full of soldiers like this, even the bravest Rouran warriors would probably not be able to resist.

During these days, many of the enemy soldiers were killed in battle, including many Rouran warriors. Together with the cavalry who died in the civil strife, the 60,000 cavalry in the Rouran tent were also reduced by nearly 30%.

The remaining cavalry gathered together, still sharp and unstoppable. As long as he wanted to leave, no one could stop him.

The eldest prince thought so in his heart, but he said: "Beat the drums, let the knights fight! Kill them all!"

The trusted guard couldn't help but move closer and whispered hurriedly: "Prince, aren't you leaving yet?"

If you don't leave now, you might never be able to leave.

The eldest prince glared at him fiercely, and the confidant immediately shut up.

The sound of horse hooves like thunder made the earth tremble.

Looking down at the cavalry's clash from the sky is exciting. But being in the middle of it is a completely different experience. It's like a meat grinder, with lives being ruthlessly crushed.

"Kill!"

Yu Chong's left arm could not move, his chest was bandaged with two bandages, blood was flowing from his forehead, his right arm was still holding high the thick-backed long sword, his voice was still loud and clear: "For Daliang! Kill!"

The soldiers behind him were inspired and encouraged by the bravery of their leader, and they shouted and charged forward together.

Yu Chong's dozen personal guards were always by his side. After several days of fighting, more than 80 of the 100 personal guards had died, leaving only these dozen. Because Yu Chong always led the troops to fight in person, the most dangerous situations, and the loss rate of his personal guards was also the highest.

No one knew whether Yu Chong cried bitterly every night. The surviving guards silently followed their general and continued to fight desperately.

By noon, only two personal guards were left by Yu Chong's side.

Yu Chong had two more scars on his body.

There was no time to bandage the wound. Yu Chong was dizzy due to the excessive blood loss. His right arm could no longer be moved. He still did not retreat, and did not hear the voices of his personal guards urging him to go back.

I don't know where I got the strength from, but I was still able to shout: "Soldiers, don't be afraid, the dead will fly up to the sky. We have killed so many Rouran barbarians today, and we have already made enough. Keep killing!"

The two guards wiped their red eyes with the back of their hands and shouted together: "Kill!"

The sound of muffled thunder rumbles!
Is it going to rain?
Yu Chong's reaction was much slower than usual. After a while, he realized that reinforcements had arrived.

He suddenly turned his head and looked towards the northeast.

A large fluttering flag, fluttering in the wind, caught his eye.

It’s the red dragon flag of the Nanyang Palace!
The one coming must be Liu Hengchang!
Her Majesty the Empress’s personal guard is here!

Daliang’s most elite cavalry is here!
He finally made it to this moment. Yu Chong grinned and laughed triumphantly. It was only at this moment that he realized that his mouth was full of blood. He did not spit it out, but swallowed it all and continued to laugh.

Great! He fought desperately, holding back the Rouran barbarians until the main army arrived.

"General!" The horrified shouts of the guards seemed to ring in my ears.

Yu Chong could no longer hear.

Amidst the hearty laughter, Yu Chong's body swayed and he fell off his horse.

……

Liu Hengchang led the elite cavalry of the Royal Guard Battalion and tore through the Rouran cavalry's formation like a sharp knife.

Speaking of which, Liu Hengchang felt quite depressed.

There is a contempt chain in the Daliang army. At the top is the Nanyang Guard Battalion, which is unique in terms of both combat power and the emperor's favor. Next is the Yingwei Battalion and the Imperial Guards, and then it's the Border Army. The Shenwei Battalion and the Yongwu Battalion are slightly inferior.

As for the dozens of garrisons, with a total strength of about 200,000, they were a motley army of varying quality. Only the Nanyang Army, supported by the generous financial resources of the Nanyang Palace, could be considered an elite force.

Among the three armies, Yu Chong's army had the lowest combat effectiveness.

After entering the grassland, they happened to encounter the main force of the Rouran barbarians, who was Yu Chong.

When he received the news, he felt quite annoyed.

On the one hand, he regretted that he had lost the best opportunity to make achievements, and on the other hand, he was worried that the garrison would be defeated at the first blow. He was even more worried that the Rouran barbarians would flee quickly after being alarmed.

It was a journey of several days, and it was not easy to catch up with them. If the Rouran barbarians escaped, the army would have no chance of returning.

He led the elite soldiers of the personal guard battalion on a fast horse and rushed all the way, silently praying to the heavens for protection. He prayed that Yu Chong, the god of war, could hold out for a few days until he could lead his troops to arrive.

Perhaps the heaven was moved by his piety and his blessing really came true.

It is no exaggeration to say that when Liu Hengchang arrived at the battlefield, he almost cried for joy.

The Rouran barbarians are still here.

Let them stay here forever!
"Boys! Kill the enemy!"

Liu Hengchang did not lead the charge. Such bravery was best left to Qin Zhan and Meng Dashan. He stayed behind, constantly observing the battlefield, using the drums as a signal.

Only the guards could understand the complicated drumbeats. They sounded once every half an hour, sometimes as fast as a rainstorm, sometimes with a rhythm. The guards of Nanyang kept the cavalry formation to the drumbeats, harvesting the heads of the Rouran barbarians in an orderly manner.

The eldest prince was finally defeated and fled under the cover of hundreds of his personal soldiers.

Liu Hengchang sent Tao Da out: "Chase him, no need to capture him alive, just bring back the head."

Tao Da gave a murderous grin and rode away with two thousand cavalrymen.

"General Liu," a guard reported in a low voice, "The military doctor was unable to revive General Yu. General Yu died of exhaustion!"

Liu Hengchang's heart suddenly sank.

There was a fierce battle going on in the front, and a few tents were hastily set up in the back to serve as tents for the wounded.

Yu Chong lay on a simple bed, his expression forever frozen in the joyful laughter before his death. (End of this chapter)