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Chapter 999 Take over the Qian Army without hesitation!
At this moment, bursts of black energy suddenly exploded on the high slope behind the battlefield, and the burly figure of Xuanwu swung his mace to sweep away the bloody shadow of the ancestor of the Styx.

Su Ye's white robe had long since turned crimson purple, the oriental pearl on the tassel of the Chunjun sword emitted a cold blue light, and a bronze compass had appeared on his waist at some point, with the hexagrams flying in the blood.

"Xuanwu Guards, listen to my orders!"

Su Ye pointed his sword in the direction of the commander's platform. Twelve black iron shields suddenly rose into the air, forming a rotating Bagua formation. The incarnation of the Styx ancestor exploded into a bloody mist in the shield formation.

The Duke of Zhenguo finally had time to "get rid of" the Old Patriarch of the Styx. When the Old Patriarch of the Styx was stopped by Xuanwu, he "took the opportunity" to break out on his horse. Wherever his black cloak passed, the ground was charred black as ink.

When Su Ye climbed up the ruins of the command platform, the entire battlefield suddenly fell silent for a moment. He looked at the disintegrating left wing and took off his blood-stained gilded bell.

"Ming Jin retreats the troops."

At this time, the red armor on Tan Mengjun's body beside the command platform was already mottled, but the half-broken black iron sword in his hand was still shaking.

"You want to retreat? The Grand Master's body is still warm!"

He looked back at Su Ye and let out a low growl like a trapped beast.

"It is precisely to protect the posthumous honor of the Grand Master."

The tip of Su Ye Chunjun's sword hung to the ground, and blood dripped along the blade in a line.

"Takeo Guards! Chongyan Guards! The rear team becomes the front team, retreat to Eagle's Beak Cliff!"

He looked at the Yellow Turban Army surging towards this side on the battlefield in the distance and suddenly raised his voice.

"Without the Grand Master's order, no one can retreat!"

The Red Armor Army behind Tan Mengjun suddenly became agitated. These veterans who had followed Gu Changqing from the northern border had bloodshot eyes and some of them slammed their spears heavily on the ground.

"I am here!"

Su Ye's Chunjun sword suddenly came out three inches from its sheath, and the sword light swept across the generals like cold lightning.

"The Yellow Turban Army has set up a trap at Hulukou. If the battle continues, all of our hundreds of thousands of troops will become dried bones in the valley!"

The compass on his waist was spinning, and the hexagram stopped at the "Kan" position.

"That snowy night in the northern border, when the Grand Master led 800 of us to charge into the 30,000 Northern Di cavalry, did he ever say a word about retreat?"

Tan Mengjun suddenly laughed wildly, and white steam burst out from the gaps in his armor.

"Su Ye! Who do you think you are!"

He violently pulled off his blood-stained breastplate, his scarred face twisted like a devil.

Su Ye's pupils shrank slightly as he looked at the Red Armor Army behind Tan Mengjun who began to spontaneously counterattack the Yellow Turban Army. Suddenly, he put his fingers together and swept the sword.

"General Tan wants to disobey orders?"

Blood splashed on the compass, and the hexagram suddenly turned over.

"You are the one who is resisting, you coward!"

"Your main force is still here, why are you retreating?"

Tan Mengjun roared and pointed his broken sword at the White Horse Volunteers who had returned one after another behind Su Ye.

"The main force of the White Horse Volunteers must be kept to defeat the Yellow Turban Warriors - but now, capture the Tan Meng Army for me!"

Su Ye suddenly chuckled, and the oriental pearl on the sword tassel glowed with a warm luster. He looked at the bloody miasma rising in the valley, and his voice was as cold as frost.

The chains of the Xuanwu Guards behind him suddenly jumped up, and before Tan Mengjun could react, his arms were already locked in black iron shackles. The secret reports were scattered all over the floor when the old general overturned the table when he struggled.

"General Tan, are you going to accompany Meng Zhang here to drink a celebratory drink?"

Su Ye gently stroked the dark blue pearl on the sword tassel, with a hint of sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Look behind us—more than half of the elite troops of the Takeo Second Guard have been killed, the crossbow carts of the Heavy Rock Guard have been completely destroyed, and the Red Armor Army is already advancing deep into the enemy territory alone!"

"If we continue fighting, will General Tan lose the last bit of Daqian's wealth to Hulu Valley?" He suddenly put his fingers together to form a sword, and the sword energy carved out half of a map on the ruins of the commander's platform.

Tan Mengjun's throat rolled as he saw that the black flags of the Yellow Turban Army in the southeast had already flowed over the fourth deer barrier. The sparks that burst out when the giant axes of the Yellow Turban warriors split the heavy armor formed a flowing river of stars in the morning mist.

What made him even more frightened was that Meng Zhang's Qinglong Legion had actually sent out 3,000 light cavalry, who were encircling the enemy along the cliff on the west side of Hulu Valley.

"Although I am not talented, I know that a warrior must die on the battlefield!"

Tan Mengjun gritted his teeth and roared, and the rock ash fell to the ground. The remaining soldiers behind him also roared in unison, and the sound startled the flocks of jackdaws on the cliff.

"I am the Duke of Hengzhou. Now that the Grand Master has passed away, I shall take over the command of the battlefield!"

Su Ye suddenly jumped onto his horse, and the Chunjun sword slashed with a green light, cutting off the tassels of the commander's flag.

"All officers, listen up! Immediately lead the Red Armor Army to retreat five miles and join up with the remaining troops of the Takeo Guard!"

The black iron token fell to the ground with a clang, shattering the blood scab on the bluestone slab.

"you!"

Tan Mengjun's armor clanked all over his body. Just as he was about to protest, he suddenly saw Su Ye's sword against the pearl in his throat.

"Those who disobey orders will be killed!"

The Duke of Zhenguo, whose face seemed relatively young on the battlefield, had a sudden chill in his brows. The Xuanwu guards behind him all drew their heavy swords, and the sword light, like snow, illuminated Su Ye's profile.

This Duke of Zhenguo, who was always criticized by many of their Daqian generals for being "handsome", now had a look of Gu Changqing's style of decisiveness and killing!
"withdraw!"

Seeing the silent Tan Mengjun, the Red Armor Army finally took action, and a cloud of blood and dust rose up when the flag fell to the ground.

"The Wuxiong Guard changed the Xuanxiang Formation into the Yanyue Formation, the Chongyan Guard used the remaining crossbow carts to form chevaux de frise, and the Hengzhou Army..."

By the time Tan Mengjun reacted, he only heard Su Ye mobilizing troops in an orderly manner.

"The general is here!"

Before Su Ye finished speaking, Shi Jingsi, who had already led the Baima Yi army back from the main force, rode his horse forward, revealing a bloody bandage under his black iron mask.

"Jingsi, you and Zilong go again and lead 800 soldiers to charge directly at the front of the Yellow Turban Army. There is no need to fight to the death. Just tear open a gap and let those Wuxiong Guards who are alone in the deep encirclement break out."

Su Ye threw the black iron token to Shi Jingsi, who was in the lead.

"The rest of the army, start retreating!"

Looking at the quickly receding Baima Yicong, Su Ye pointed his sword to the sky. The Xuanwu Guards suddenly roared in unison. The countless black iron shields with Xuanwu patterns on their backs formed a net that enveloped the remaining Qian army near the general's platform.

"Let me go! I want to avenge the Grand Master!"

Looking at the Qian army that was beginning to retreat in an orderly manner, Tan Mengjun suddenly struggled frantically.

"General Tan!"

"I hope you won't let down the chance of life that Grand Master Gu bought with his life."

Su Ye suddenly turned around and put the tip of his sword against the veteran’s Adam’s apple.

Just as the defeated soldiers of the Red Armor Army were retreating to the rear like a tide, the giant axes of the Yellow Turban Warriors and the black battle flags of the Azure Dragon Tianxiu Legion were chasing after them.

The "Giant Spirit God" among the twelve Yellow Turban Warriors carried a giant bronze shield and formed a mobile fortress during the retreat. The elite of the Qinglong Tianxu Legion were retreating in an orderly manner under the command of Jiaomujiao Xiao Hanyi's silver spear, and the manes of their black war horses were covered with blood frost.

"General Meng has issued an order! The entire army retreats twenty miles!"

The sound of a deep horn was heard from the Yellow Turban commander's platform. Meng Zhang stopped his horse on a high slope, with the whip in his hand pointing to the west. The hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops began to gather in formation like well-trained hunting dogs.

The Qinglong Tiansu Legion, which had been charging at the front of the battlefield, suddenly split into twelve groups, with hundreds of people in each group. Led by Jiaomujiao's dragon horn spear, they turned into a black torrent and evacuated in different directions.

But in this retreating torrent, two undercurrents suddenly rose upstream.

(End of this chapter)