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Chapter 1459 Absolute crushing defeat, easily defeating Wen Zhong!
"wanna die?"

He secretly mobilized the last bit of his inner energy, trying to channel it through his meridians to his heart, but just then, the white tiger seemed to see through his thoughts and let out a cold snort.

"It's not that easy!"

Before he finished speaking, Baihu's left hand shot out like lightning, its five fingers forming a claw, and white qi condensed into an invisible barrier, instantly locking Li Wenzhong's meridians.

Li Wenzhong felt his whole body stiffen, as if the internal energy had been paused, leaving him unable to move or even lift his hand.

He tried to bite his tongue to commit suicide, but found that his chin was also controlled by an invisible force, and he couldn't exert any force at all.

"you!"

Li Wenzhong was both angry and anxious, his face flushed red, but he was helpless.

He finally understood that in front of a powerful expert like Baihu, whose internal energy was at its peak, not to mention resisting, even suicide was a luxury. He was completely under Baihu's control.

Baihu smiled slightly, and with another flick of his wrist, the Baihu Slaughtering World Spear gently lifted, causing Li Wenzhong's sword to fall to the ground with a clang.

He then reached out his right hand and grabbed Li Wenzhong's shoulder. White energy surged into Li Wenzhong's shoulder, instantly shattering Li Wenzhong's last resistance.

"Come with me, Governor Wu is waiting to see you."

Baihu's voice remained calm, but his hands were not idle. He took out a binding rope made of cow tendon and iron wire from his waist and quickly tied Li Wenzhong up tightly.

This Binding Rope is no ordinary rope. The toughness of the ox tendon combined with the hardness of the iron wire, along with the special forging techniques of the Mo family craftsmen, makes it impossible for ordinary people to break free. Moreover, the more one struggles, the tighter it becomes. It is a commonly used weapon on the battlefield for capturing enemy generals with Qi.

Li Wenzhong was lifted up like a chicken by the white tiger and saddled onto a spare warhorse. He struggled a few times and found that the Binding Rope was indeed as powerful as it was known. His wrists were sore from the tightness that he could not move at all.

He turned to look at the few remaining soldiers under his command. These soldiers were now surrounded by the Hengzhou army, their faces filled with grief and indignation, yet they still refused to lay down their weapons.

"Brothers, surrender!"

Li Wenzhong closed his eyes, his voice slightly hoarse.

"I have been captured. You no longer need to risk your lives for me. Saving your own lives is the most important thing!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers were moved to tears, yet none of them laid down their weapons.

"General! We swear to follow you to the death, and we will never surrender, even if it means death!"

A cavalry captain shouted.

After saying that, he led the remaining soldiers directly towards the Hengzhou army's formation, and they all died on the battlefield, with not a single one retreating.

Hearing the sounds of fighting behind him, Li Wenzhong felt a mix of emotions. These soldiers were his brothers who had risked their lives with him, but now they were all dying because of him.

Baihu saw all of this, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. Although he looked down on the Yellow Turban Army as a rabble, he still had more respect for such loyal and righteous people.

However, despite his admiration, his mission was to capture Li Wenzhong alive, so he naturally wouldn't release him just because of that admiration.

"Let's go, don't keep Governor Wu waiting."

Baihu tugged on the reins of his warhorse, and Baihu Wangju understood, heading towards the central watchtower of the Hengzhou army.

Li Wenzhong was bound to his warhorse and could only follow passively forward. He turned his head to look at the battlefield in the distance and saw that the front-line formation of the Yellow Turban Army of Da Xuan had completely collapsed. The Hengzhou Army was cleaning up the battlefield, which was littered with corpses and scattered weapons, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

A sense of despair welled up in his heart. This battle had lasted so long, yet it had ultimately ended in a crushing defeat for the Yellow Turban Army.

He remembered Zhu Yuanzhang's instructions, Xu Da's trust, and the brothers of the Three Thousand Camp. If he had been able to persuade Lan Yu to retreat earlier, if Jiang Xiaobai hadn't stabbed him in the back, if Shen Ni had been able to restrain Bai Hu for a longer period of time, perhaps the outcome would have been different.

But there are no "what ifs" in life; on the battlefield, defeat is defeat.

Li Wenzhong took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Now that he was a prisoner, he might as well try to survive. Maybe he would have a chance to escape, regroup, and avenge his fallen brothers. "Don't even think about escaping. You can't escape under my nose. Besides, Governor Wu values ​​talent. If you are willing to surrender, you will be rich and powerful in the future."

The white tiger seemed to see through his thoughts, glanced at him, and said calmly.

Li Wenzhong snorted coldly and remained silent. He was Zhu Yuanzhang's nephew and a member of the royal family of the Yellow Turban Army. How could he easily surrender?

Even if he were to die, he would never betray Zhu Yuanzhang or the Yellow Turban Army.

The two soon arrived at the foot of the central watchtower of the Hengzhou army, where Wu Qi was standing on the tower watching them.

"General Baihu has lived up to expectations. General Li Wenzhong, I have long admired your name."

Seeing that Baihu had captured Li Wenzhong alive, Wu Qi smiled with satisfaction.

"Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you, no need for further words!"

Li Wenzhong looked up at Wu Qi, his eyes filled with hostility.

"General Li, why be so stubborn? The Yellow Turban army has already been defeated. Even if you die, it won't change anything."

"Why not surrender to my Hengzhou army? I'll guarantee you high rank and generous salary, and we can work together to achieve great things in the future. Wouldn't that be better?"

Wu Qi smiled and said.

Li Wenzhong did not respond, but simply closed his eyes. He knew that what awaited him next was either endless imprisonment or death, but his belief remained unshaken.

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him take his own life, and don't let him suffer any injustice."

Baihu handed Li Wenzhong over to his personal guards and gave them instructions.

"As ordered!"

Li Wenzhong was taken away and locked in a prison cart in the central army camp. The cart was made of hardwood and covered with iron sheets, with special locks to prevent prisoners from escaping.

These prison wagons were common on the battlefield, specifically used to hold important prisoners, providing both security and preventing prisoners from harming themselves.

Li Wenzhong sat in the prison cart and looked out through the cracks. He saw the Hengzhou soldiers celebrating their victory, their faces beaming with the joy of post-war triumph.

Meanwhile, on the distant battlefield, the bodies of the Yellow Turban soldiers were still being cleared away. Those once vibrant lives right before his eyes had now become cold corpses, lying in this desolate and nameless Green Stone Valley, which made his heart even more sorrowful.

Moreover, this defeat was just the beginning. As the main force of the Yellow Turban Army, which the Great Xuan Yellow Turban Army had cobbled together by tightening its belt, was severely damaged by Wu Qi, the situation at the headquarters of the Great Xuan Yellow Turban Army was about to become turbulent.

Leaving aside the external dangers faced by the Great Xuan Yellow Turban Army, which had lost more than half of its main force, there were also those hyenas and stubborn old men of the Taiping Cult who coveted the Great Xuan Yellow Turban Army, one of the few Yellow Turban armies that the Taiping Cult could still influence.

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Meanwhile, behind the Yellow Turban army, Xu Da was half-carried and half-supported by Feng Sheng and two others as they retreated from the command platform and galloped southwards. Only when the sounds of battle behind them gradually faded away did they rein in their horses at the foot of a relatively flat earthen slope.

At this moment, he was no longer the furious man he had been before; the anger on his face had faded, leaving only a calm expression.

"Feng Sheng, immediately lead your personal guard to occupy the high ground on both sides and set up sentries. No one is allowed to approach within three miles!"

"Deng Yu, take inventory of the soldiers who withdrew with the troops, divide the infantry, cavalry, and archers into different areas and set up camps, register the damaged armor and the missing weapons, and repair those that can be repaired immediately!"

"Fu Youde, take a team to the valley ahead to fetch water, and then organize the cooks to start a fire and cook a meal so that the brothers can have something to eat first—when the army is defeated, the most detrimental thing is for the soldiers to be hungry and cold!"

A series of instructions came out of Xu Da's mouth, clear and logical, without the slightest hesitation. Now, whether he was angry or regretful, it was all in vain.

The most urgent task now is to stabilize the Yellow Turban Army's rear guard and prepare to receive and even take over the defeated and remnant soldiers of the Great Xuan Yellow Turban Army's front and central armies, as a seasoned and experienced Saint-level commander.

Xu Da didn't let his emotions affect him; instead, he quickly organized his thoughts and began to make amends!
(End of this chapter)