Honglou: This bastard is too persuasive.

Chapter 647: The Fall of Baekje

"I obey your command!" All the generals obeyed the order in unison and returned to their camps to prepare for battle.

In the following days, Jia Changsheng's army began to act according to the established plan. A vanguard unit took the lead in advancing to the south of Baekje and launched a small-scale confrontation with the remnants of Baekje's army. Jia Changsheng personally led the main force, closely monitoring the situation on the battlefield in the rear, ready to support the vanguard unit or respond to other emergencies at any time.

At the same time, a large number of spies disguised themselves and sneaked into Goguryeo, collecting intelligence through various channels. They continuously sent information such as Goguryeo's troop deployment, military facilities, and official movements back to Jia Changsheng's military tent, providing important basis for Jia Changsheng's decision-making.

As the tentative attack on the Baekje region deepened, Jia Changsheng had a clearer understanding of the situation of the remaining forces of Baekje. He found that although the army of the Baekje region was large in number, its combat effectiveness was uneven, and there was some confusion in the command system. This gave Jia Changsheng an opportunity to attack the Baekje region, but he did not take it lightly and still kept an eye on the movements of Goguryeo.

As for Goguryeo, although it strengthened its defenses at the border, the internal unrest also gave its king a headache. While they were closely watching Jia Changsheng's actions, they were also trying to stabilize the domestic situation and try to avoid being caught in the dilemma of fighting on two fronts.

In this delicate situation, Jia Changsheng knows that every decision he makes will affect the direction of the entire war. He must act cautiously and make full use of the contradictions and weaknesses of all parties in order to achieve the final victory in this complex war.

In the hot and dry land of southern Baekje, the sun scorched the earth mercilessly, and the air was filled with tension, as if a storm was about to come. The King of Baekje, wearing a shabby but still majestic royal robe, stood on a makeshift command platform, his eyes revealing determination and madness.

"Soldiers!" The King of Baekje shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the open field. "Jia Changsheng's brutal rule has shattered our homeland, and our people are living in dire straits. Today, we must fight him to the death here, for the dignity of Baekje, for our loved ones, kill!"

Below the stage, although the Baekje soldiers looked exhausted, their eyes still lit up with fighting spirit when they heard the king's call. They clenched their weapons and shouted in unison: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

At the same time, behind a hill not far away, Jia Changsheng rode a black horse, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his cold eyes staring at the movement of the Baekje army in front of him. Behind him was an elite army ready for battle, their armor gleaming coldly under the sunlight, their weapons sharp and deadly.

Jia Changsheng turned to the general Zhao Meng beside him and said, "General Zhao, the king of Baekje is trying to fight like a trapped beast. We must not underestimate the enemy. We must catch them all today and completely eliminate the remaining forces of Baekje."

Zhao Meng saluted and answered in a loud voice: "General, rest assured! Our army is in high spirits and has strong fighting power. We will definitely let the Baekje people know the consequences of being our enemy!"

Following Jia Changsheng's order, the army began to slowly advance. The soldiers marched in neat and firm steps, and the ground trembled slightly under their feet. In front, the Baekje army also formed an offensive formation. The two sides gradually approached each other, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

When the distance between the two sides was shortened to a certain extent, the king of Baekje took the lead in launching an attack. He waved his sword and shouted loudly: "Charge!" Baekje's soldiers rushed towards Jia Changsheng's army like a tide, and the shouts of killing suddenly resounded through the sky.

Seeing this, Jia Changsheng calmly raised his spear and shouted, "Shoot!" Instantly, a rain of arrows flew towards the Baekje army like locusts. Many Baekje soldiers fell in the rain of arrows, but they did not retreat and continued to move forward bravely.

Zhao Meng looked at the Baekje soldiers rushing towards him with a trace of disdain in his eyes: "Hmph, you don't know how to live or die!" He took the lead and rushed into the enemy camp, waving the big knife in his hand with great force, and blood and flesh flew wherever he went.

On the battlefield, soldiers from both sides engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat. The flashing of swords and the splashing of blood, the interweaving of screams and cries of killing, formed a tragic picture.

Jia Changsheng calmly observed the battlefield situation in the rear and directed the troop movements from time to time. He found that the left wing of the Baekje army seemed to be weak, so he immediately ordered: "Right wing troops, outflanking the left wing of Baekje and disrupting their formation!"

The right wing troops received the order and moved quickly. They bypassed the chaotic battle area in front and launched a surprise attack on the left wing of Baekje. The soldiers on the left wing of Baekje were immediately thrown into chaos and the defense line began to loosen.

The king of Baekje was shocked when he saw this and quickly mobilized troops to support the left wing. But at this time, Jia Changsheng seized the opportunity and ordered the main force in the middle to launch a fierce charge.

"Charge! Break through their defense line!" Jia Changsheng shouted loudly.

Jia Changsheng's main force pounced on the center of Baekje like a tiger, and the soldiers of both sides fought a desperate battle. During the fierce battle, a Baekje general discovered Jia Changsheng's position. With a flash of determination in his eyes, he led an elite team and rushed towards Jia Changsheng.

"Protect the general!" Jia Changsheng's soldiers immediately surrounded them and started a fierce battle with the Baekje team. Jia Changsheng held a spear and calmly responded to the enemy's attack. His spear skills were as agile as a dragon, and every thrust was deadly. After a while, he repelled the enemies who rushed up one by one.

On the other side of the battlefield, Zhao Meng was already bloodthirsty. His body was covered with the blood of the enemies, but he was still very brave. Wherever his sword went, the enemies fell down one after another, forming a vacuum zone around him.

"Haha, what a great pleasure! What a great pleasure!" Zhao Meng laughed wildly and continued to kill his way deep into the Baekje army.

As time went by, Jia Changsheng's army gradually gained the upper hand. The casualties of the Baekje army were increasing, and the defense line was constantly being breached. But the king of Baekje still did not give up. He personally came to the front line and encouraged the morale of the soldiers: "Soldiers, hold on! We can't let Jia Changsheng succeed!" However, his voice seemed so small on the cruel battlefield. Jia Changsheng's army continued to launch fierce attacks, step by step squeezing the living space of the Baekje army.

When the battle entered a white-hot stage, the sky suddenly became overcast, and then, raindrops as big as beans poured down, instantly turning the entire battlefield into a muddy field. The rain mixed with blood flowed on the ground, making the battle even more tragic and difficult.

But Jia Changsheng and his army did not retreat because of the bad weather. They took advantage of the Baekje army's panic in the rain and launched a more fierce attack.

"Don't give them a chance to breathe! Kill!" Jia Changsheng shouted loudly.

Finally, under Jia Changsheng's careful command and the soldiers' heroic fighting, the Baekje army's defense line completely collapsed. The soldiers began to flee in all directions, leaving countless corpses and wounded on the battlefield.

The King of Baekje was filled with despair and unwillingness when he saw this scene. He knew that his country had come to an end. But he was still unwilling to surrender. He waved his sword and rushed towards Jia Changsheng, ready to make a final struggle.

When Jia Changsheng saw the King of Baekje rushing towards him, there was no mercy in his eyes. He raised his spear and went to meet the King of Baekje. The two started a thrilling duel in the rain.

Although the King of Baekje was brave, he gradually became powerless in front of Jia Changsheng's superb martial arts. After several rounds, he was injured in many places and his royal robe was stained with blood.

"Jia Changsheng, even if I die today, I will not let you off easily!" the King of Baekje shouted madly.

Jia Changsheng looked at him coldly: "You have already lost, and Baekje will no longer exist. This is the end of being my enemy!"

After saying that, Jia Changsheng thrust out a spear, piercing the chest of the Baekje king accurately. The Baekje king widened his eyes, seemingly unable to believe it, and slowly fell to the ground, ending his life, which also marked the complete destruction of the country of Baekje in this war.

In this dim and damp cave, the King of Baekje curled up alone in a corner, surrounded by a dead silence, with only the whistling wind and occasional insect chirping outside the cave, as if telling of the ruthlessness and cruelty of this world. His eyes were empty and confused, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the past years. Those former glory and splendor have now turned into bubbles, leaving only endless regret and pain lingering in his heart.

He recalled the day when he first ascended the throne. The sun was shining brightly and the entire capital of Baekje was immersed in a sea of ​​joy. He wore a gorgeous royal robe and a dazzling crown, and solemnly stepped onto the throne amid the cheers of his subjects. At that moment, his heart was filled with longing and expectations for the future. He was determined to become a great monarch, lead Baekje to prosperity, and let the name of Baekje be recorded in the history of this land forever.

In the early days of his reign, Baekje did usher in a period of relative stability and prosperity. He governed the country diligently and implemented a series of reform measures, encouraging agricultural production and building water conservancy projects, which gradually enriched the lives of the people. Domestic business was also increasingly prosperous, with crowded markets and a wide variety of goods, presenting a vibrant scene. In terms of culture, he strongly supported scholars' research and creation, and Baekje's literature, art, and technology made significant progress, and many excellent works and inventions enjoyed a high reputation in neighboring countries.

At that time, he was full of vigor and vitality. He often discussed state affairs with ministers, recruited talents, and listened to opinions and suggestions from all sides. In his court, a group of loyal and wise ministers gathered, who worked together to make plans for the development of Baekje. The relationship between the monarch and his ministers was harmonious. In terms of foreign relations, Baekje maintained friendly exchanges with some neighboring countries, and continuously improved its international status and influence through trade and cultural exchanges.

However, the good times did not last long. As time went on, the contradictions and problems within Baekje gradually emerged. The nobles fought for power and the contradictions became increasingly acute. There were constant open and covert struggles in the court. As a king, he failed to solve these problems in a timely and effective manner, which led to the country's politics gradually falling into chaos. At the same time, due to the long-term peace and prosperity, the combat effectiveness of the army gradually declined, and the soldiers became arrogant and extravagant, lacking training and discipline.

At this time, Jia Changsheng's power was quietly rising. At first, the King of Baekje did not take Jia Changsheng seriously, thinking that he was just a small local force and not to be feared. But as Jia Changsheng's army continued to expand and captured some surrounding cities one after another, the King of Baekje realized the seriousness of the problem. However, at this time, Baekje had fallen into a dilemma of internal and external troubles, and it had become very difficult to organize an effective resistance.

In the war with Jia Changsheng, the Baekje army was defeated repeatedly and the territory continued to fall. Although the king of Baekje tried to take various measures to save the situation, such as strengthening the army's training and seeking support from allies, he failed to turn the tide. Every failure was like a sharp blade, piercing his heart, making him feel extremely guilty and regretful.

He thought of the soldiers who had died in the war. They fought bravely to defend Baekje, but he, as a king, failed to provide them with adequate support and protection, causing them to die in vain on the battlefield. He felt guilty for these soldiers and felt that he had failed to live up to their trust and loyalty.

He also thought of the people who had suffered in the war, whose homes were destroyed, whose families were separated, and who were displaced. Their cries and shouts seemed to still echo in his ears, filling his heart with pain and helplessness. He knew that all this was his fault, and it was his incompetence that led to the demise of Baekje and plunged the people into dire straits.

Now, he was hiding in this cave, having lost everything. His country no longer existed, his throne had been taken away, and he had gone from being a high and mighty king to a fugitive with nothing. His heart was filled with despair and helplessness, and he didn't know where his future would go.

"Is this my fate?" the king of Baekje muttered to himself, tears streaming down his face. "I once had so much, but because of my own stupidity and incompetence, I gave it all away. I feel sorry for the people of Baekje, and for the soldiers who sacrificed their lives for Baekje. I am a sinner of Baekje!"

In this endless regret and self-blame, the spirit of the King of Baekje gradually collapsed. His eyes became more empty, as if he had lost his soul. He knew that his life had come to an end, and perhaps in the near future, Jia Changsheng's army would find him and end his miserable life. But he no longer cared, he felt that death might be a relief for him, a way to get rid of pain and torture.

In this way, the King of Baekje spent the last moments of his life in memories and pain, waiting for the final judgment of fate.

(End of this chapter)