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Chapter 1461 The Great Xuanhuang Turban Army, almost completely wiped out
Just as Xu Da was about to order a further expansion of the containment area, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from afar.

A blood-red figure galloped towards them on horseback, his blood-red armor covered in knife marks, and thick strips of cloth wrapped around his waist, soaked with blood. It was Shen Ni, who had just broken out of the center of the battlefield.

Shen Ni's steed, Blood Calamity Black Steed, was exhausted, foaming at the mouth and swaying as it ran, clearly having been on the run for a long time.

"Xu Shuai, I'm back."

He saw Xu Da on the earthen slope, a complex look flashed in his eyes, he reined in his horse, dismounted, and spoke with a hint of weariness.

"Great Protector Shenni, thank you for your hard work."

"How strong is the White Tiger?"

Xu Da stepped forward and gestured to his personal guards to hand Shen Ni a bowl of water.

"The ultimate in internal energy, truly deserving of its reputation."

Shen Ni took a sip of water and said in a solemn tone.

"I fought him for hundreds of rounds, and although I did not lose, it was absolutely impossible for me to defeat him. If I hadn't fought desperately to break through, I probably wouldn't have made it back."

He paused and added.

"Zhu Huai and Fei are dead. Fei Yi, Ao Yin, Shen, and Yu Jiang are surrounded and their fate is unknown."

Upon hearing this, Xu Da's expression grew even more grave.

This time, Zhu Yuanzhang almost completely wiped out the Taiping Sect protectors he had recruited from the Taiping Sect and those he himself had brought with him. This was a huge blow to the middle and high-level combat power of the Yellow Turban Army.

In particular, Fei's poison skills and Shen's illusion skills often played a surprising role on the battlefield, but now they have all been lost, making it much more difficult to fight against Hengzhou Army in the future.

As the two were talking, another sound of hooves came, and Lan Yu led several hundred cavalrymen galloping towards them.

This cavalry force was the remnant of the Three Thousand Battalion. Originally, it was an elite cavalry force of three thousand men, but now it had less than five hundred men left. They all looked exhausted, and their armor was covered with bloodstains and knife marks. Many of them had replaced their warhorses with ordinary dhows, obviously suffering heavy losses during the breakout.

"General Xu, this humble general...this humble general has failed your trust and the lord's entrustment! The three thousand battalions...the three thousand battalions were almost completely wiped out!"

Lan Yu dismounted, walked to Xu Da, knelt on one knee, bowed his head deeply, and spoke with undisguised guilt and sorrow.

"Where is Li Wenzhong? Where is Wenzhong?"

Xu Da looked at Lan Yu, his heart tightened, and he quickly asked.

"General Li... General Li volunteered to stay behind to cover the rear in order to clear a way for my breakout... He was surrounded by the Hengzhou army. I tried to go back to rescue him several times, but the Hengzhou army's encirclement was too tight, and I couldn't break through at all..."

Upon hearing the name Li Wenzhong, Lan Yu's body trembled violently, her eyes instantly reddened, and her voice choked with emotion.

"what?!"

Xu Da's body jolted violently, the color draining from his face instantly. He staggered back a step, grabbing the earthen slope beside him to steady himself.

Li Wenzhong's composure and competence were always observed and remembered by Zhu Yuanzhang, who also placed high hopes on his nephew, entrusting him with the command of the most elite 3,000 battalions, hoping that he could become a pillar of the Yellow Turban Rebellion in the future.

But now, not only has the elite cavalry force of the Three Thousand Battalion been almost completely wiped out, but Li Wenzhong has also fallen into enemy hands. This is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for Xu Da and even Zhu Yuanzhang, and an even more unbearable loss for the entire Yellow Turban Army.

“Three thousand battalions…Wen Zhong…” Xu Da murmured to himself, his heart feeling as if it were being cut by a knife, a huge sense of grief and helplessness welling up inside him.

He had fought for many years, experiencing countless battles large and small, losing battles and suffering casualties, but he had never been as disheveled and heartbroken as he was today.

The front lines collapsed, the central army was routed, the flanks were betrayed by Jiang Xiaobai, the Taiping Sect protectors were almost wiped out, the elite cavalry was completely annihilated, and the most valued junior general was captured... In this battle, the Great Xuan Yellow Turban Army almost lost everything, losing without any power to fight back.

"Xu Shuai, please take care of yourself!"

Feng Sheng and the others rushed forward to support Xu Da, worried that he would harm himself from excessive grief.

Xu Da took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the grief in his heart. Now was not the time to grieve. There were still tens of thousands of remnant soldiers waiting for him to lead them. If he fell, these people would truly become a leaderless army, at the mercy of others.

"Lan Yu, get up."

Xu Da's voice was a little hoarse, but still steady.

"This is not entirely your fault. I underestimated Wu Qi's abilities and did not expect Jiang Xiaobai to defect at the last minute. It is already a stroke of luck that you were able to break through the encirclement with five hundred remaining soldiers."

He turned to look into the distance, where the Hengzhou army was advancing faster and faster, and he could already see the flags of their formation in the distance.

Below the earthen slope, the number of remaining soldiers being gathered was increasing, reaching nearly 20,000. However, most of these soldiers were scattered and disorganized, resulting in a significant reduction in their combat effectiveness. Trying to use these people to hold off the elite Hengzhou army would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

"Pass on my orders!"

"The entire army should pack up and retreat south of Wuzhou along the western river valley!"

Xu Da suddenly raised the bright silver command flag, his voice piercing through the noise of the scene.

"Feng Sheng led his personal guard battalion as the vanguard to clear obstacles along the way; Deng Yu led the infantry to cover the rear, forming a defensive formation to slow down the Hengzhou army's pursuit; Generals Lan Yu and Shen Ni led cavalry to protect the flanks and prevent harassment by Hengzhou army guerrilla cavalry!"

"Remember, maintain formation during the retreat and do not leave the ranks without permission! Anyone who abandons weapons or disrupts morale will be punished according to military law! Take all available food and supplies with you and do not waste them!"

Once the order was given, the soldiers immediately sprang into action. Although they were still exhausted and fearful, under Xu Da's command, everyone had a clear direction.

The cooks quickly packed up their cooking utensils, the medics carried the seriously wounded onto makeshift stretchers, and the soldiers organized their armor and weapons. The once scattered camp gradually became orderly.

As the retreat horn sounded, Xu Da rode his warhorse in the middle of the column, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers around him.

Most of the soldiers looked exhausted; some were sobbing softly, while others had blank stares, a stark contrast to their earlier aggressive demeanor.

When they arrived, they were a mighty army of 100,000, with banners covering the sky and warhorses neighing loudly, intending to crush the Hengzhou army and take Wuzhou in one fell swoop.

But now, they are a defeated army, ragged and demoralized, forced to retreat south in a sorry state, with the Hengzhou army closing in behind them and an unknown future ahead.

Along the roadside, abandoned weapons, armor, and provisions were everywhere, along with some seriously wounded soldiers who hadn't had time to take away, lying on the ground groaning in pain—a sight too painful to bear.

Many soldiers walked while looking back towards the direction of Qing Shi Valley, their eyes filled with fear—there lay buried their comrades, their glory, and the hopes of the Great Xuan Yellow Turban Army.

Shen Ni rode his horse along the side of the group, the wound on his waist still throbbing, and the anger in his heart was almost burning.

He had fought for many years and had never felt so frustrated. Not only were almost all of his generals wiped out, but he himself was also seriously injured!

(End of this chapter)