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Moonlight Battle
That night, the moon was as bright as a white silk hanging in the deep night sky, but the stars were sparse, as if they were forgotten embellishments. The outline of Jingzhou City was particularly clear under the moonlight, with towering walls and closed gates, like an impregnable fortress.

On the east side of Jingzhou City, inside the city gate, the fire was flickering, as bright as day. Torches and lanterns intertwined into a sea of ​​light, illuminating the city gate. The surrendered general Li Guoying was busy reorganizing the army and making final arrangements. He was wearing iron armor, holding a long sword, and his eyes were firm and cold. He looked back at the infantrymen behind him, each of whom had a nervous look on his face, fearing that something would go wrong. Some soldiers held their weapons, their fingers turning white due to the force; others lowered their heads and prayed silently. Li Guoying straightened his iron helmet and ordered loudly: "Remember this, if the attack is not successful, retreat to the south of the city immediately, and don't fight the Ming army to the death. Our task is to lure them out of the camp."

"Everyone, keep it in mind!" His voice was so loud that it made the city gates buzz, as if even the city walls were responding to his orders.

Turning to the south gate, the surrendered general Xu Yong was also making nervous arrangements. He was tall and strong, with a resolute face, and his armor gleamed in the sun. His army was divided into two teams. The front team was lightly equipped, trying to keep even the sound of their footsteps as low as possible, and they carried nothing but weapons; the rear team was loaded with baggage, including chariots, chevaux de frise, and antlers. They were very well prepared. Xu Yong's eyes swept across the faces of the soldiers. He knew the importance of this battle. He ordered: "The front team will sneak up and attack the Ming camp. If they are blocked, run away. The rear team will set up a battle array outside the city and be ready to respond at any time."

"Many people are going out to fight tonight. Everyone should make sure to recognize the flags of their own teams and not to accidentally injure friendly forces." His voice was steady and powerful, which made the soldiers feel at ease.

Under the north gate, Feng Shuangli personally led 3,000 cavalrymen, quietly waiting for the best opportunity. He was wearing silver armor, an iron helmet, holding a spear, and looked majestic. There was still a while before the ion time, and he was in a state of panic, thinking a lot. They had put a lot of thought into this night attack. The 30,000 elite soldiers in the city were divided into four groups: Li Guoying led one group out of the east gate, Xu Yong led one group through the south gate, Feng Shuangli himself led the cavalry to the north, and another group stayed in the city to guard, just in case.

Feng Shuangli thought in his mind: Even if we lose the battle outside the city, there are still defenders in the city, and Jingzhou will not be lost so easily. As long as we can hold on for a few days, Ai Nengqi's reinforcements will surely arrive. Even if Ai Nengqi can't beat Hua Ruiqi, there is still the main force of the Dashi Army behind him. But then again, how many troops Hua Ruiqi has is still a mystery. It is estimated that he will have to divide tens of thousands of people to defend Yiling, and the remaining number will be about 45,000. It is hard to say who will win or lose in this battle. He looked up at the sky, and the moon seemed to be watching him, giving him silent encouragement.

Feng Shuangli went over the plan in his mind again, sat on his horse, closed his eyes, and calmed himself. He took a deep breath, feeling the coolness of the night and the tense atmosphere in the air. He knew that this battle would determine the fate of Jingzhou and the fate of all of them.

"It's the third watch of the night, everything is fine!" The night watchman's voice sounded at the right time, breaking the silence of the night. Then, the three city gates, the east gate, the south gate, and the north gate, opened at the same time, and the army rushed out in a mighty force. They rushed towards the unknown battlefield like an unstoppable torrent.

Li Guoying led the way, with 3,000 infantrymen, rushing across the suspension bridge and heading straight out of the city. The soldiers quickly formed a battle formation according to the instructions of the flags. The sound of armor colliding and the sound of the wind mixed together, making people feel creepy. Under the moonlight, the military flag fluttered in the wind, carrying a sense of momentum, as if it was also cheering for this battle.

Outside the South Gate, Xu Yong's army was divided into two, with the front team sneaking up to attack, while the rear team was deployed outside, with chariots, chevaux de frise, and antlers arranged in an orderly manner, waiting for the friendly forces to join them. They were like a group of beasts ready to attack, ready to give the enemy a fatal blow.

Feng Shuangli led the cavalry north for a distance, then turned east and walked another mile. He remained alert at all times, fearing that Hua Ruiqi would set an ambush. He called the troops to a halt: "Stop! The army will take a break first, and all the scouts will go out to investigate the enemy." After that, the scouts scattered and ran in all directions. They were like a group of agile cheetahs, shuttling in the night, looking for traces of the enemy.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound from the southeast, like an explosion. Although the sound was not loud, it was still very clear in the quiet night. The sound was like a signal, foreshadowing the beginning of the battle.

"Is the fight starting?" Feng Shuangli was startled and looked in the direction of the sound. His heartbeat quickened and he held the spear tightly in his hand, ready for the upcoming battle.

At the same time, Li Guoying's troops were less than a hundred steps away from the Ming camp. Three thousand Daxi troops formed a horizontal array and launched a charge. They rushed towards the Ming camp like an unstoppable force. Li Guoying led the troops and was extremely brave. He waved his long sword and led the soldiers to rush towards the enemy.

Inside the Ming camp, the night watchmen were already on full alert. They were wearing armor, holding weapons, and their eyes were firm and stern. The scouts had already reported the enemy situation, so they were ready for defense. The general shouted loudly: "The bandits are attacking! Defend quickly!" His voice was loud and powerful, which made the soldiers feel at ease. The cannons, bows and crossbows, and bird guns were all ready. The spearmen and swordsmen were divided into two groups, defending their positions and not giving up a single step.

However, the Dashi Army charged too fast, and before the Ming Army could put on their armor, they had already entered the range of the artillery. Under the moonlight, the dark shadows rushed towards the Ming camp like a tide, as if to swallow everything.

"Fire!" The cannons roared, and the shells fell like raindrops. However, the soldiers of the Dashi Army rushed forward one after another, not afraid of death at all. They rushed towards the Ming camp like a group of crazy beasts, ready to give the enemy a fatal blow.

Bows and crossbows and bird guns also opened fire, and arrows and bullets fell like rain. However, the Dashi army's offensive was too fierce, and arrows and bullets could not stop them at all. They rushed towards the Ming camp like an unstoppable force.

"Shoot!" Li Guoying shouted, and the flag was waved, and the archers shot arrows in unison. Arrows rained down like rain, hitting shields and chariots, making a deafening sound. The Ming army hid behind chariots and shields, not even daring to show their heads, just hoping that reinforcements would arrive quickly. However, the Dashi army's offensive was too fierce, and they could not resist it at all.

"Throw grenades!" Li Guoying gave another order. The archers immediately became throwers, lighting the fuses of the grenades and throwing them into the Ming camp. The grenades exploded as soon as they hit the ground, causing heavy casualties among the Ming army. They were like a group of helpless sheep, being swallowed up by the Dashi Army's offensive.

The battle was getting more and more intense, and it was still unclear who would win or lose. In the dark night, a life-and-death contest was taking place outside the city of Jingzhou. Soldiers from both armies fought in the moonlight, their figures leaping and flickering in the firelight. This was a battle of life and death, of honor, and they were all fighting for their dreams and beliefs.

"Report! Jin Shenghuan's troops were attacked!" A spy, covered in dust and looking panicked, rushed into Hua Ruiqi's central military tent.

"Also, the three teams of Xu Guodong, Wu Xueli and Lu Ding were all ambushed by the enemy at night." Another spy followed closely behind, with obvious urgency in his voice.

Hua Ruiqi was sitting at his desk, holding a military book in his hands, immersed in deep thought. Suddenly he was awakened by the explosion outside. He stood up suddenly, frowning. The spies' report was like a bolt from the blue, shocking him.

"Can our army organize a counterattack?" Ricky quickly calmed himself and asked the spy.

"It's not clear yet. The area around the camp is in chaos. There are explosions everywhere and the enemy's shadows are swaying. We can't see the situation of our counterattack at all." The spy gasped and tried his best to describe the chaos at the scene.

"Explosion?" Ricky was even more confused. He walked out of the tent and stared into the distance. In the night, flames shot up into the sky and explosions came one after another, as if the fire of hell was raging.

The bandits attacked at night, so they should have been lightly armed. How could they have brought artillery? Most of our Ming army's artillery had gone with the navy, and there were not many heavy artillery left. How could there be continuous explosions? Ricky was full of doubts, but he knew that now was not the time to think about these questions.

"Pass the order down, all units act according to the original plan. Immediately send fast boats and horses to notify the navy upstream and tell them to find an opportunity to act." Richie's voice was calm and firm, and he gave the order quickly.

The soldiers immediately took action, and the central army tent was busy. Ricky stood in front of the tent, staring at the fire in the distance, silently thinking about a countermeasure in his mind.

Around the camp, shouts and screams shook the earth, and the flames lit up the night sky. Explosions sounded from time to time, making the scene even more chaotic. Ricky, wearing armor and holding a long sword, led a hundred cavalrymen out of the tent. His eyes were firm and cold, as if he could penetrate the night and look directly into the heart of the enemy.

"Send another order, my central army, do not counterattack or pursue. Place chariots, chevaux de frise, and antlers outside the camp to prevent being surrounded by the enemy." Ricky's voice was particularly clear in the chaos.

"Governor Yuan, what...what does this mean?" The messenger looked confused. He didn't understand why defensive fortifications had to be set up in this situation.

Richie smiled slightly, showing the demeanor of a Confucian general: "Just pass on the order. You can't understand the deep meaning of this now." His eyes flashed with wisdom, as if he had seen through the essence of this battle.

After the messenger left, Richie looked around and gave another order: "Let the soldiers in the central army eat march rations, conserve their strength, and save water." Although his voice was calm, it revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Although the generals were puzzled, they still did as they were told. They knew that Ricky was an experienced general and every decision he made was carefully considered.

Ricky jumped on his horse and quickly rushed to the camp where the main force of the central army was located. His figure seemed particularly tall in the night, like an invincible god of war.

At this moment, the sky began to turn white, and then there was a loud bang. The explosion came from far away and was so powerful that Ricky's horse almost lost control. He held the reins tightly, steadied himself, and stared at the place where the explosion occurred.

The fire had gone out, leaving only billowing black smoke in the night sky. Ricky had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he knew that this battle would be more difficult than he had imagined.

"What happened over there?" Ricky asked calmly.

"It seems that... the gunpowder tent exploded." A personal soldier answered in a trembling voice.

"Oh, keep going!" Ricky looked calm, as if he was not affected by the news. He knew that the most important thing now was to stay calm, only in this way could he lead the soldiers out of the predicament.

Although the soldiers were confused, they had no choice but to follow him. They knew that Ricky was a trustworthy general, and every decision he made was for everyone's survival.

On the chaotic battlefield, Li Guoying's figure was particularly conspicuous. He held a spear and wore armor, as if he was a god of war. When he saw the Ming army falling in large numbers, he shouted even more arrogantly: "General Feng is really a genius! This grenade is really a good thing!"

At first, Li Guoying didn't understand Feng Shuangli's night attack plan, but now he finally understood. He was full of admiration and gratitude for Feng Shuangli, and he knew that it was Feng Shuangli who gave them the opportunity to win this time.

Why did Feng Shuangli want to attack the Ming camp at night? First, because the Ming navy was pressing forward; second, because he received a letter from Li Yan. Yesterday, Li Yan sent someone to deliver a letter, saying that he would help the Dashi Army attack the Ming Army and taught how to make grenades. Feng Shuangli was skeptical at first, but after trying out a simplified version of the grenade, he found that the effect was amazing. So he ordered mass production, but it was a pity that bamboo tubes were hard to find, otherwise all the gunpowder could be made into grenades.

Now, these grenades are playing a huge role on the battlefield. After Li Guoying threw the grenade, he moved the deer horns and rushed into the Ming camp with a spear. The Ming army was dizzy and squatted on the ground with their ears covered to regain their hearing. Before they could recover, the long spears and spears of the Dashi Army had already stabbed in front of them. Blood splattered, armor-piercing spears danced, and screams came one after another. The Ming camp instantly turned into a living hell.

The soldiers of the Dashi Army seemed to have turned into crazy beasts, killing people, setting fires, robbing property, and doing everything they could. The experienced soldiers took the opportunity to loot the property on the bodies of the Ming soldiers, their eyes flashing with greed.

Suddenly, there was another loud bang, and the gunpowder tent was ignited. The shock wave flattened everything around it, killing hundreds of people on the spot, and hundreds more fainted. This explosion seemed to be the victory horn of the Dashi Army, making them charge forward even more arrogantly.

As soon as the explosions stopped, reinforcements from Jin Shenghuan, Xu Guodong, Wu Xueli, Lu Ding and other troops arrived. They were all experienced generals who came prepared, so they provided support very quickly. When they saw the tragic situation of the Ming camp, they were filled with anger and grief. But they knew that now was not the time to be sad. Only by defeating the enemy could they avenge the dead soldiers.

"Kill!" The Ming army formed a battle formation and launched a charge. Their shouts shook the earth, as if they wanted to tear the enemy into pieces.

The Dashi army was not to be outdone. They fought with their spears and engaged in a desperate battle with the Ming army. At the beginning of the battle, the two armies were evenly matched, but then the Dashi army pretended to retreat, lured the enemy deep into the territory, and turned to a pursuit battle. They deliberately exposed their flaws to lure the Ming army to pursue them, and then took the opportunity to counterattack.

The Dashi army ran in front, and the Ming army chased behind. They ran through the woods, over the hills, and across the river, chasing the Dashi army all the way. Their hearts were filled with the joy of victory and the desire for revenge.

"Chase! Chase!" All the troops quickly pursued under the command of the commander, as if they had seen the dawn of victory. However, they did not know that this was a fatal strategy to lure the enemy. The Dashi Army cavalry hiding in the dark immediately reported the Ming Army's pursuit to Feng Shuangli.

Under the moonlight, Feng Shuangli's eyes were deep and firm. He held a long sword and wore armor, like an invincible god of war. He knew the importance of this battle and the weight of his responsibility. He had to lead the Dashi Army to victory, otherwise Jingzhou would be in crisis.

"How many Ming troops are pursuing us?" Feng Shuangli asked in a deep voice.

"It's too dark at night and we can't see the exact number clearly." A cavalryman replied.

"How many are there approximately?" Feng Shuangli asked again.

"It's a black mass, covering the whole mountain and the whole plain." The cavalryman replied. There was a hint of fear and uneasiness in his voice. He knew that with so many Ming troops chasing after them, the Dashi Army would face a difficult battle.

However, Feng Shuangli was not panicked or afraid at all. He put down the telescope, took a deep breath, and then shouted loudly: "I was originally an ordinary citizen of Suide. I was appreciated by the Great Western King and took charge of the post of the governor of the rear military office. Now the Great Western King is fighting hard in eastern Sichuan and ordered me to guard Jingzhou. The Ming army is coming, and this battle is inevitable. This battle is related to our life and death. If we win, we will make great achievements and the siege of Jingzhou will be lifted; if we lose, we will return home with our bodies wrapped in horsehide. Who is afraid?"

His voice resounded through the sky, as if it could penetrate the night and the enemy's defenses. When the Dashi Army's cavalry heard his shout, they all responded loudly: "No!" Their voices were full of determination and courage, as if they were ready to fight the enemy to the death.

Feng Shuangli nodded with satisfaction. This elite army was full of vigor and momentum, completely different from the defenders in the city. He knew that only such an army could defeat the powerful enemy and protect the safety of Jingzhou.

So he brandished his sword and shouted loudly: "My men! Follow me to attack the Ming army's central tent and capture Hua Ruiqi alive!" His voice was full of passion and determination, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

"Kill!" The cavalrymen of the Dashi Army shouted in unison, their voices resounding through the sky like thunder. They held their swords and guns tightly, with a determined light flashing in their eyes, as if they were ready to fight the enemy to the death.

The sound of iron hooves hitting the ground was like a thunderous horn urging the war horses to gallop. Three thousand cavalrymen rushed straight to the center of the Ming army like sharp swords drawn from their sheaths in the dark night. Their figures appeared particularly tall and mighty in the night, as if they were an unstoppable force.

Feng Shuangli knew that his troops were not as strong as Hua Ruiqi, and even if the sneak attack was successful, it would be difficult to hurt him fundamentally. So he formulated a strategy of sneak attack, feigned defeat, luring the enemy, and detouring. The goal was not the entire Ming army, but to capture Hua Ruiqi alive. To capture the thief, you must first capture the king. As long as Hua Ruiqi was captured, the Ming army would collapse without a fight. This plan was full of wisdom and courage, and also demonstrated Feng Shuangli's outstanding military talent and strategic vision. He knew that only in this way could he defeat the powerful enemy and protect the safety and glory of Jingzhou. The night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight was thin, as if a layer of veil was ruthlessly torn, revealing the deep darkness hidden behind it. Feng Shuangli, a battle-hardened general, led his 3,000 cavalry, like an unstoppable gust of wind, and suddenly broke into the Ming army's camp. The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, like a drum roaring in the night sky, shaking the ground slightly. Hundreds of Ming army infantrymen were immersed in the tranquility of the night, and were suddenly caught off guard by this sudden impact.

The Ming soldiers were stunned. They looked closely and saw that although these horsemen were wearing Ming armor, they had a striking white cloth tied on their right arms. It was a unique mark of bandits, like a poisonous snake in the dark, which made people shudder. The firelight flickered in the night, reflecting the tense and alert faces, their eyes full of fear and anxiety. The flag in the hands of the flag-bearing soldier fluttered in the wind, with a big "Feng" written on it, which was particularly dazzling in the night, like the fangs of a beast, which made people afraid.

"Could it be that he got lost and ran to our place?" a Ming army soldier whispered in a low voice with a hint of uncertainty in his voice and confusion and fear flashing in his eyes.

When the other soldier heard this, he slapped him on the head angrily and said, "Are you stupid? The enemy has broken into our camp! Get ready for battle!" There was a bit of anxiety and anger in his voice, like an enraged lion.

"Yes, kill!" With a roar, the troops on both sides immediately launched a fierce battle. The Ming army's infantry had not had time to set up their formations, and when they encountered the wolf-like cavalry, they immediately lost their footing. Arrows flew like raindrops, piercing the night sky, with the howling of death. The Ming army soldiers fled everywhere, and the camp was in chaos, as if a sudden storm had swept away all the tranquility.

"The bandits are attacking the camp!" The fleeing Ming soldiers shouted as they ran. Panic quickly spread in the camp like an invisible plague, making people feel fearful.

However, Feng Shuangli did not pursue the fleeing Ming army, he had a more specific goal. He captured several Ming soldiers and asked sternly: "Where is Hua Ruiqi's central army tent?" His voice was like ice, chilling people's hearts.

The captives did not dare to hide anything, and pointed tremblingly at the tallest tent in the camp. Feng Shuangli's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He killed the captives and rode straight to the conspicuous tent. His figure was like a cheetah in the night, swift and ferocious.

Feng Shuangli marched deep into the enemy's territory alone, hoping to catch the enemy off guard. He thought no one would guess that his target was Hua Ruiqi, and only a quick battle could lead to victory. His 3,000 cavalrymen swept in like a hurricane, and the Ming troops along the way were scattered before they had time to resist, as if it was an unstoppable disaster.

When they arrived at the central army tent, Feng Shuangli ordered: "Divide the troops into two groups, one group will be on guard to prevent the enemy's sneak attack; the other group will follow me in and capture Hua Ruiqi alive!" His voice was firm and powerful, revealing unquestionable majesty, as if a lion was giving orders.

Hundreds of cavalrymen surrounded the big tent, but it was quiet inside, without a sound. This abnormal silence gave Feng Shuangli an ominous premonition, his brows knitted, and his eyes flickered with doubt and uneasiness.

"Go in and investigate." Feng Shuangli ordered. There was a hint of urgency in his voice, as if a cheetah was tracking its prey.

A dozen Western Army soldiers dismounted, opened the curtain and walked in. After a while, the leading soldier ran out with a pale face, as if he had seen something horrible, his eyes were full of fear and anxiety.

"How is it?" Feng Shuangli asked anxiously. He was already feeling a little uneasy in his heart, as if a ferocious beast had smelled danger.

"There's no one inside!" the leading soldier replied, breathing heavily, his voice trembling with some fear.

"What?" Feng Shuangli was shocked. He went in and searched the place himself, but he found no trace of Hua Ruiqi. This sudden change made him angry and confused. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with doubt and uneasiness.

He angrily captured a few more Ming soldiers and asked, "Where is Hua Ruiqi?" His voice was like thunder, shaking the captives, as if he was an enraged lion roaring.

"He...he went to the central camp." A prisoner stammered, his eyes full of fear and anxiety.

"Which direction? How many people are there?" Feng Shuangli asked, his eyes flashing with anxiety, as if he was a cheetah tracking its prey that was about to escape.

The prisoner pointed to the way they came and said, "It's over there. The main force of the central army left by boat, and there are less than two thousand people left." There was a hint of trembling and fear in his voice.

Feng Shuangli was overjoyed when he heard this. He took the captives back to the original place and prepared to launch a final attack on the remaining 2,000 people. His heart was full of confidence and determination, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey.

After arriving at the place, Feng Shuangli reined in his horse and observed carefully. Under the moonlight and firelight, the camp was not large, but there were bonfires, chariots, chevaux de frise, antlers and other defensive facilities, which seemed easy to defend but difficult to attack. However, Feng Shuangli did not retreat. He knew that this was the critical moment to decide the outcome, and his eyes flashed with determination and determination.

"Attack!" Feng Shuangli gave the order without hesitation. He divided the cavalry into two teams, with 2,000 men responsible for attacking the central army camp on foot, and the remaining 1,000 men responsible for galloping to kill the enemy and block the reinforcements. His deployment was decisive and wise, showing his outstanding military talent, as if he was a wise and brave cheetah commanding his hunting group.

However, the Western Army soldiers who fought on foot suffered a setback in their first attack. The Ming Army soldiers were wearing armor and holding fire guns, bows and crossbows, long spears and other weapons and equipment, which were far superior to the simple weapons such as bows and arrows, waist knives and rattan shields held by the Western Army soldiers. Under the attack of the Ming Army's long weapons, the Western Army soldiers fell one after another, and the momentum of the attack was severely curbed, as if a sudden storm was blocked by a solid mountain.

After three failed charges, Feng Shuangli's face turned pale. He had not expected to encounter such a powerful enemy, which made his original confidence begin to waver. He realized that this battle was much more difficult than he had imagined, and his heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

"Pass the order down, rest the troops, find shields, spears and arrows, and prepare to attack again!" Feng Shuangli gave the order helplessly. His voice was a little tired and anxious, but more of it was firmness and determination. He knew that this battle could not be lost, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart.

As the night deepened, the Ming army camp had become dilapidated. Flames shot up into the sky, smoke filled the air, and corpses and scattered military supplies were everywhere. Except for the central army camp, which was still resisting tenaciously, the other places had already been defeated. However, even in such a situation, Feng Shuangli still did not give up. He firmly believed that as long as he tried again, he would be able to conquer this seemingly indestructible camp. His heart was full of confidence and determination.

"Commander-in-chief, something is wrong here." A personal soldier approached Feng Shuangli and whispered. There was a hint of worry and confusion in his voice, as if a cheetah had discovered something wrong with its prey.

"What's wrong?" Feng Shuangli asked with a frown. He was already feeling uneasy, but he still tried to remain calm, like a lion maintaining its dignity in the face of a challenge.

"The Ming army is too small. We didn't encounter any strong enemies, and we didn't see any of their cavalry." The guard replied in a low voice. There was a hint of confusion in his voice, as if a cheetah was confused while tracking its prey.

Feng Shuangli frowned and thought for a while, then said, "It's really strange. Could it be that Hua Ruiqi underestimated us and transferred the main force upstream? And Li Guoying and others are luring the enemy here, making us mistakenly believe that the camp is empty, so we take the opportunity to attack?" There was some speculation and uncertainty in his voice, as if a lion remained vigilant in the face of unknown challenges.

"Oh! I understand!" The guard said with sudden enlightenment. His face showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, as if all the mysteries had been solved, and his heart was filled with enlightenment and relief.

However, as the sky gradually brightened in the east, Feng Shuangli's heart became heavier. He was worried that the Ming army would launch a counterattack after dawn, and then their isolated army would have difficulty surviving. His heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, but he still forced himself to calmly command the soldiers to make the final preparations, like a lion about to face a storm.

"Attack! Take the central camp at all costs!" Feng Shuangli shouted loudly. His voice resounded through the sky like thunder, inspiring the soldiers to move forward bravely, as if a lion was giving orders.

"Kill!" The Western Army soldiers launched another charge. They shouted and rushed towards the Ming Army camp, as if they wanted to pour out all their anger and strength. Their figures in the morning light were like a group of brave cheetahs.

Inside the Ming army camp, Richie's personal soldiers ran in in a panic and reported: "Governor, why haven't the reinforcements from Jin Shenghuan and others arrived yet? The situation outside is very critical!" There was a bit of anxiety and uneasiness in his voice, as if he was a prey being chased.

However, Ricky still calmly sat at his desk and handled official business. He did not dodge or avoid the arrows flying at him, as if everything was under his control. A faint smile appeared on his face, a smile of calmness and confidence, as if a lion still maintained its dignity and confidence in the face of a challenge.

"Jin Shenghuan has his own plans, and I believe him. You can either wait patiently or go out and fight. It's up to you." Ricky said calmly. His voice was full of majesty and unquestionable power, as if a lion was giving orders.

The soldiers had no choice but to pick up their bows and arrows and go out of the tent to fight the enemy. They knew that this was a life-and-death battle, and only by moving forward bravely could they save their lives and honor. Their hearts were filled with determination.
In the south of Jingzhou City, the two armies were facing each other, their battle array was strict, and the atmosphere was so tense that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it. The sun shone through the clouds, scattering mottled light on the battlefield, reflecting a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

"All troops, count your troops and prepare to meet the enemy!" Jin Shenghuan suddenly pulled out his arrows and shouted loudly. His eyes revealed an unquestionable determination, like a towering mountain, standing firm. He was tall, with a resolute face, and his armor flashed a cold light in the sun.

The Ming army suffered heavy losses in this pursuit of the enemy. It turned out that the Dashi army pretended to retreat and lured them out of the camp. Jin Shenghuan followed the plan and pursued them all the way. However, when they arrived in the south of the city, Li Guoying and Xu Yong suddenly launched a counterattack, catching the Ming army off guard and throwing them into disarray.

In terms of strength, after eliminating the old, weak, sick and disabled, the Ming army's combat effectiveness far exceeded that of Li and Xu. But Feng Shuangli was very cunning and had Xu Yong arrange chariots, chevaux de frise and deer horn formations in the south of the city. These things were more useful than armor in field battles, like a series of solid barriers, making the Ming army's attack seem powerless. On the other hand, the Ming army had no decent cover except shields, and was directly dispersed by a wave of recoil from the Dashi army, losing thousands of people. On the battlefield, the bodies of the Ming army lay in all directions, blood dyed the ground red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Fortunately, Jin Shenghuan had an elite force under his command, which attacked from the side and forced Li and Xu to retreat. This force was well-trained and powerful, and was the pride of Jin Shenghuan. They were armed with spears and wearing iron armor, and they attacked the front of the Dashi Army like an unstoppable torrent.

"Reporting to the general, we still have 7,000 soldiers left; General Xu Guodong has 4,000; General Wu Xueli has 3,500; and General Lu Ding has less than 6,000." A messenger came hurriedly, reporting the battle situation with an anxious face.

"Is there any news about the cavalry and navy?" Jin Shenghuan asked anxiously, his eyes scanning the battlefield, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

"Not yet." The messenger's voice trembled a little, and he was obviously shocked by the current situation.

"Then continue the confrontation and don't let up!" Jin Shenghuan ordered. His voice was firm and powerful, as if injecting an invisible force into the soldiers.

Before he finished speaking, the Dashi Army moved slightly, began to move the barricades and antlers, and pushed the chariots slowly forward, obviously ready to fight. The roar of the chariots and the shouts of the soldiers intertwined, forming a shocking force.

"Report!" A scout came running over, gasping for breath, "It's bad. Thousands of cavalrymen of the Dashi Army attacked our camp, killing anyone they saw and setting fire everywhere. Governor Yuan is trapped in the center of the army, and his life or death is unknown!" The scout's face was pale, obviously frightened by the scene just now.

When Jin Shenghuan heard this, his mind was immediately in a mess. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed anxiety and uneasiness. He began to think about retreating, but his heart was filled with reluctance and helplessness. He knew that once he retreated, it would mean the failure of this battle, and the sacrifices and efforts of countless soldiers would be in vain.

In fact, Hua Ruiqi had a brilliant plan. On the surface, he was moving troops around Jingzhou, but in fact, he was trying to confuse the enemy. The main force of the Ming army had already quietly moved. The infantry sailed upstream, and the cavalry took advantage of the night to go around Jingzhou to join the main force. But they were not in a hurry to attack the city, but rested and waited for Feng Shuangli to leave the city and launch a surprise attack on him. This plan was ingenious. If it was successfully implemented, it would definitely deal a fatal blow to the Dashi Army.

Hua Ruiqi was unsure how Feng Shuangli would fight, so he prepared two plans: if Feng Shuangli attacked Jin Shenghuan, he would outflank him from behind; if Feng Shuangli attacked him, he would act as bait and drag them along. This strategy was truly ingenious, as it took into account all possible situations and made full use of the terrain and military strength.

Feng Shuangli heard that the central army only had 1,500 men, and thought he had picked up a great bargain. He sneered, his eyes flashing with greed. Two against one, victory is guaranteed! So he ordered a strong attack on the central army, hoping to capture Hua Ruiqi alive. But he didn't know that these were all Ruiqi's elite troops, one against two, and the fight was indisputable. The battlefield was full of swords and blood, and the soldiers on both sides tried their best.

When Jin Shenghuan heard that Ruiqi was surrounded, he thought the situation was hopeless. He looked up at the sky and saw dark clouds and rumbling thunder, as if foreshadowing the impending disaster. Looking at the fierce posture of the Dashi Army, he wanted to withdraw in order to preserve his strength. He hurriedly ordered Xu Guodong, Wu Xueli, and Lu Ding: "The enemy is too fierce, you resist head-on, I will attack from the flank!" There was a hint of anxiety and helplessness in his voice.

But Xu Guodong refused to do so. Instead, he asked Jin Shenghuan to face the enemy head-on while he attacked the flank. Wu Xueli and Lu Ding had the same idea and wanted to escape. The four generals had the same idea and issued the order to retreat almost at the same time: "The front army becomes the rear army, the rear army becomes the front army, retreat quickly!" As soon as the order was given, the 20,000 Ming troops turned around and ran away like ants whose nests were blown up, fearing that they would die if they were a step slower.

These soldiers were all Murong Jiongran's former subordinates. They were not only good at fighting, but also good at running away. They had run away so quickly in the battle of Zhuxian Town, and now they were even more familiar with the route. They ran desperately, and the ground beneath their feet seemed to be shaking.

"Run! The enemy is catching up!" The soldiers behind shouted and urged the front soldiers, fearing that they would be dragged down by the slow runners. For a moment, everyone was in a panic, and everyone rushed to escape, resulting in trampling on each other and heavy casualties. The elite troops of the Ming army collapsed before the battle even started, and the scene was as chaotic as a landslide.

Li Guoying and Xu Yong were stunned: "What's going on? Why did the Ming army lose so quickly?" Their faces were filled with surprise and confusion.

"I don't know either! They were defeated in the blink of an eye!" another general said in confusion.

At first, the two suspected that the Ming army was trying to lure the enemy deeper into their territory. After a closer look, they realized that this was not a false defeat but a real defeat. They smiled triumphantly, as if they had seen the dawn of victory.

"The Ming army is so weak? Pass the order to all troops to pursue the victory!" Li Guoying ordered loudly. His voice was full of excitement and excitement, as if he couldn't wait to catch up with the fleeing Ming army.

"Kill!" The soldiers of the Dashi Army responded to the general's order. They abandoned their chariots and rushed towards the fleeing Ming army like wild horses and began to massacre. The battlefield was splattered with blood, dyeing the land red. Some Ming soldiers surrendered and some fled, but they all died in the end. At first, the Dashi Army followed the rules and did not kill those who surrendered, but after killing them, they did not care about anything and did not let go of those who surrendered. The entire battlefield turned into a purgatory on earth, with broken limbs and blood everywhere. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and burnt smell, which made people sick.

However, at this time, the Dashi Army chased for four or five miles and was about to reach the Ming Army camp. Suddenly, they heard the sound of artillery from the city. Li Guoying looked back and saw countless Ming soldiers pouring out of the city with swords and guns, and the sound of killing shook the sky. There were thousands of cavalry in front and countless infantry behind them. The flags were flying high with a big "Yuan" on them. It turned out that Hua Ruiqi's main force had arrived! They fired arrows with full bows and Dashi soldiers were shot and fell to the ground one after another. The horses were galloping, and the Qi family army was waving sharp swords like the god of death coming to harvest lives.

"Kill!" The shouts of the Ming army overwhelmed the Dashi army. Li Guoying exclaimed, "We've fallen into a trap!" His face turned pale as paper in an instant, and his eyes flashed with fear. He realized that he had fallen into Hua Ruiqi's trap and couldn't extricate himself. (End of this chapter)