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Chapter 1458 The End of the Ming Dynasty's Evil Wolf

"How to do?"

"The Three Thousand Battalion has never had a tradition of fleeing without a fight. Since we can't break through, let's have a good fight with them! Let Wu Qi know that the Three Thousand Battalion of the Great Xuan Yellow Turban Army is not so easy to bully!"

Li Wenzhong smiled faintly and drew his sword from his waist.

"You take two hundred men and form a fish-scale formation for defense, using short crossbows and horse spears to create a defensive line and buy as much time as possible. I will lead three hundred men to charge their central army. Even if we die, we'll take a few with us!"

He turned to Zhao Yong and said.

"General, you are the commander-in-chief, it should be my turn to charge the central army!"

Zhao Yong said urgently.

"obey orders!"

Li Wenzhong's eyes sharpened.

"As the commander-in-chief, it is my duty to lead from the front. Every moment we can delay General Lan and his men can escape a certain distance. That is the significance of our rearguard action."

Zhao Yong stopped arguing, accepted the order with tears in his eyes, and immediately organized the soldiers to form a defensive formation.

The fish-scale formation consisted of countless small square formations, with shields stacked on top of each other, spears peeking out from the gaps, and crossbowmen hidden in the rear, ready to fire at any moment.

Although this formation is very defensive, it is extremely physically demanding. Once the enemy breaks through even one point, the entire formation will collapse.

Li Wenzhong led three hundred cavalrymen in a wedge formation, charging towards the center of the Hengzhou army. He wielded his sword with impenetrable speed, and white qi condensed into sharp sword energies. Wherever they passed, many Hengzhou soldiers fell to the ground.

"kill!"

Three hundred cavalrymen roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

This was a charge that was certain to end, but no one retreated. The neighing of warhorses, the clash of armor, and the sounds of swords clashing intertwined to form a tragic and heroic war song.

"Li Wenzhong is indeed a hero, but it's a pity he chose the wrong side."

Standing atop the central watchtower, Wu Qi watched Li Wenzhong lead his cavalry in a charge, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes.

"Pass down the order: surround but do not annihilate. Call back Sun Wukong or General Baihu and others, and have them capture Li Wenzhong alive if possible."

He turned and gave orders to the guards beside him.

After receiving the order, the Hengzhou army soldiers slowed their offensive slightly and began to consciously tighten the encirclement, hoping to capture Li Wenzhong alive.

But Li Wenzhong had already resolved to die. The sword in his hand was like the scythe of death, the white aura grew stronger and stronger, and the wounds on his body became more and more numerous.

"General, you are wounded!"

When a guard saw that Li Wenzhong's left arm had been pierced by a long spear, he rushed forward to cover him.

"Don't worry about me, keep charging!"

Li Wenzhong shoved him away. He gritted his teeth and forcefully pulled the long spear from his left arm. Blood gushed out, but he seemed not to feel the pain and continued to lead the cavalry in a charge.

His cavalry dwindled until fewer than fifty remained, yet he did not stop. "Heaven above, I will fight to the death!"

Li Wenzhong roared, his white aura surging to its limit, and his sword, carrying a world-destroying momentum, charged towards the nearest Hengwu soldier general.

At this moment, the hundred-refined patterned steel sword in his hand had reached its limit, and the cloud patterns on the blade were stained with blood, adding a touch of crimson to the originally cold-looking edge.

His warhorse was already panting heavily, its hooves splashing mud on the muddy battlefield. This fine steed, which had followed him in battle for three years, seemed to sense its master's determination and charged towards the core of the Hengwu infantry formation with its last bit of strength.

The few dozen cavalrymen remaining behind them were like stars surrounding the moon, each one displaying a desperate courage. When their crossbows ran out, they drew their sabers; when their sabers became dull, they used their lances to stab. Even with several wounds on their bodies, no one stopped.

Just as Li Wenzhong's sword was about to strike the helmet of the Hengwu Corps Captain, a sharp "hum" suddenly came from the side, and a white light, like lightning, pierced through the air and accurately blocked the blade.

"clang!"

With a deafening clang of metal against metal, Li Wenzhong felt an overwhelming force surge through his sword. His wrist went numb as if struck by a heavy hammer, and his hand instantly split open, blood flowing down the hilt of the sword.

His prized, patterned steel sword was actually bent an inch by the impact—this patterned steel had taken the blacksmith three months to make, being repeatedly folded and forged over a hundred times. Normally, it could cut through ordinary lamellar armor like cutting tofu, but today it almost broke under this blow.

Li Wenzhong suddenly looked up and saw a long, pure white spear lying in front of his sword. The shaft was engraved with fine tiger stripes, and the tip gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light. It was clearly no ordinary weapon.

Looking at the man holding the gun, his white armor with silver patterns was particularly eye-catching in the gloomy daylight. The white horse he rode was extraordinary and magnificent. It was none other than Baihu, who had previously killed Qiongqi and Gu Diao in the Yellow Turban camp and fought Shen Ni to a standstill!

"Why is he here?"

Li Wenzhong's pupils shrank, and his heart was filled with shock. He clearly remembered that Baihu had been fighting with Shenni, so how could he suddenly appear here?

Has Shenni already been defeated?
"When Shen Ni saw that things were not going well, he ran away with his tail between his legs. Governor Wu said that he would spare your life and asked me to invite you back to the camp for a chat."

The white tiger's lips curled into a faint, ambiguous smile, his tone flat.

These words sounded even harsher than mockery to Li Wenzhong.

Who is Li Wenzhong? He was the Jingyuan General appointed by Zhu Yuanzhang. When did he ever need to be "invited" to leave?
Moreover, he was determined to die at this moment, and even if he died, he wanted to die gloriously, not become a prisoner.
"Stop talking! Either let me die in battle, or take me by my own strength!"

Li Wenzhong roared, forcibly suppressing the excruciating pain in his wrist. He poured all the remaining internal energy into his sword, straightening the bent blade and slashing at the white tiger again with white energy.

This time, however, Baihu didn't even try to dodge. With a slight flick of his wrist, the Baihu Slaughtering World Spear coiled around Li Wenzhong's sword like a serpent. The tiger stripes on the spear shaft seemed to come alive, and white qi spread along the shaft, instantly binding Li Wenzhong's sword.

Li Wenzhong felt as if the sword in his hand was welded to mid-air, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not move it an inch. The white qi was like a maggot clinging to his bone, drilling into his body through the sword, causing a stinging pain in all his meridians.

He then realized that the difference in strength between the two sides was not even in the same league. The White Tiger's ultimate Qi was not just a name; it was the purest and most refined state of Qi.

In contrast, his own internal energy, though substantial, was like cement mixed with sand in the face of pure power—utterly vulnerable.

"This difference is like a game-changer!"

Li Wenzhong smiled bitterly to himself. In his previous campaigns in the northern part of Da Xuan, he had only encountered the garrison of the Da Xuan Dynasty. However, apart from Li Yuanba, whom he had never met before, even the top generals in the Da Xuan army had never made him feel so powerless.

He knew he was definitely not going to break through today, so he made up his mind that since he couldn't fight them, he would commit suicide to die for his country, which would preserve his dignity as a general.

(End of this chapter)