After listening to the advice, I rebelled and became an emperor of all ages

Chapter 276 Tragic and heroic, Hu Xiehu died in battle!

"This is not the way to go!"

The middle-aged scholar frowned, thinking about the current situation. He still knew in his heart that their situation was precarious. However, when he chose to lead the remaining remnants deep into Cangzhou, he was ready for the annihilation of the whole army.

However, this series of attacks never made any effective progress, which made him deeply regretful.

At this moment, Hu Xiehu's eyes became firm, and a resolute force surged in his heart. He took a deep breath and said to the middle-aged scholar: "Military Advisor, I have an idea. I wonder if it is feasible?"

"What's the idea?"

The middle-aged scholar's eyes were slightly different from Chong Chong's when he heard this. He looked at him sideways and asked in surprise: "When is the time for Xiao Zai to buy it? If you have any ideas, just tell me."

"Military Advisor, please allow me to take you back safely!"

Hu Xiehu's voice became unusually firm and clear. When he looked at the middle-aged scholar, there was only endless determination in his eyes. "The Northern Barbarians can live without me, Hu Xiehu, but they can't live without you. You are the hope of the Northern Barbarians. Your words and deeds can change the whole situation!"

The middle-aged scholar was stunned, and his heart was in turmoil. He knew what Hu Xiehu's decision meant.

This is not only a trust in himself, but also a responsibility and commitment to the future of the entire Northern Barbarians. However, he also understands that the price of sending him back will be the safety of Hu Xiehu.

What's more, he didn't believe that they could escape from the encirclement of the rebels with just the number of people they had.

"You have to know that this is extremely risky." The middle-aged scholar's voice was low, and his eyes were full of complex emotions. "Since we have been forced into a desperate situation, the only way out is to win in a narrow road."

"Military Advisor, please don't hesitate any longer!"

Hu Xiehu's eyes were firm, and he continued stubbornly: "I have thought about it. I will take my men to go around the back mountain and use the cover of night to avoid the patrol of the rebels. You must go back. Only you can continue to lead the Northern Barbarians and win more opportunities for us!"

These words moved the middle-aged Confucian scholar. He understood that Hu Xiehu did this not only for him, but also for the hope of the future of the Northern Barbarians.

As the middle-aged Confucian scholar said, as long as the mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood.

But in his opinion, he has done everything he can now, and as for the future of the Northern Barbarians, it is no longer something he can control.

At this moment, several dazzling sounds of fire were suddenly heard in the silent night sky, the ground began to shake violently, and the sound of horse hooves was heard one after another.

There is no doubt that the rebels have caught up with them at this time.

At this moment, the scouts sent out to the surrounding areas came running in with a look of panic on their faces, shouting: "Military Advisor, General, the rebels... the rebels have caught up with us!"

"This, damn it!"

Hu Xiehu's face suddenly changed, and the hope in his heart vanished in an instant. He had originally thought of taking this opportunity to escort the middle-aged scholar out and leave hope for the future for the Northern Barbarians, but now this plan has completely gone down the drain.

He grabbed the scout's collar in a rage and shouted, "What a bunch of trash, what use are you? The rebels are already within reach, why did you only notice it now?"

"General...General...General..."

The scout's face was filled with fear. He begged for mercy in a trembling voice, tears of despair flashing in his eyes. "I didn't know. By the time we found the rebels, they had already rushed to us. Now they are only five miles away from us!"

"It seems that this battle is unavoidable!"

The middle-aged scholar's face turned extremely ugly. He looked at the fire that was getting closer and closer in the distance and said in a deep voice, "General Huxie, it seems that God wants to kill me."

Hu Xiehu's expression was still ugly, but he had already reacted.

As the commander of the Tiger Division, he was not a kind person. He was ruthless and cruel, and countless people died at his hands. Now, in the face of adversity, he knew that there was no hope of breaking through, which aroused his anger.

Even if he has only four or five hundred people under his command, he will still act like a tiger and bite off a piece of meat from the rebels.

"In that case, let's fight them to the death!" A raging fire burned in Hu Xiehu's eyes, as if flashing an unyielding light in the darkness.

His voice was like thunder, shaking the air around him, "We must not let the rebels succeed easily. The dignity of the Northern Barbarians cannot be trampled on at this moment!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar had already made preparations to die in battle, so when faced with the huge rebel army chasing him, he did not feel helpless and anxious like the others, but instead had a look of relief.

"After all, I am also a warrior of the Northern Barbarians!" At this moment, a trace of determination flashed across his eyes.

Hu Xiehu smiled coldly, his eyes flashing with crazy determination, "I would rather die on the battlefield than be captured and humiliate the reputation of the Northern Barbarians! We can't let the enemy see us being cowardly!"

At this moment, the fire in the distance became brighter and brighter, and the rebel army's trumpets sounded, deafening, like a call of death.

Hu Xiehu's heart tightened, and he felt an invisible sense of oppression. He knew that time was running out, and the encirclement and suppression of the rebels was coming like a tide.

"Everyone, prepare to fight!" Huxiehu's voice was like a war drum, inspiring the remaining soldiers. Fear flashed in their eyes, but they were also infected by Huxiehu's determination. They clenched their weapons tightly, ready to face the upcoming decisive battle.

His voice echoed in the night sky. Standing in front of the army, his figure seemed even more determined under the light of the fire, like a towering mountain, standing firm.

The flames were getting closer and closer, and the rebel soldiers were pouring in like a tide. The dark figures looked more ferocious in the night.

Hu Xiehu and the middle-aged Confucian scholar both knew in their hearts that between life and death, only by trying their best could they be worthy of the name of Northern Barbarian warriors, and only then could they die in peace.

Just like this, they were surrounded by the rebel army.

Facing the encirclement of the rebel army, Hu Xiehu's eyes were filled with anger and determination. Although their team was already in tatters, every elite soldier of the Tiger Division was like a ignited flame, with a firm face and a heart full of loyalty and oath to the Northern Barbarians. No matter how powerful the enemy in front of them was, they would never retreat.

"Charge!" Hu Xiehu roared, his voice piercing through the night sky and stirring everyone's heart.

With a loud order from Huxiehu, the entire army charged forward.

The remaining soldiers of the Tiger Division all spurred their horses and formed a battle formation, like a sharp blade, pointing directly at the charging rebels. Although their numbers were already insufficient, at this moment, everyone's heart was ignited with an unyielding fighting spirit, and no one dared to retreat.

Boom boom boom!
The earth shook violently, and the sound of horses' hooves as thousands of horses galloped was like a bolt from the blue, echoing between heaven and earth.

Although there is endless darkness and despair behind them, everyone at this moment seems to have forgotten their fear and has only one belief in their hearts: fight for the Northern Barbarians and never surrender!
Although they were the remnants of a defeated army, they burst out with an invincible momentum at this moment. Five hundred people charged forward with the same pace and in unison, just like one person charging forward. Hu Xiehu was in the front, waving the sword in his hand, like a roaring lion, unstoppable.

At this moment, in despair, the five thousand northern barbarian cavalrymen's fighting spirit and military strength reached their peak. Under the leadership of Hu Xiehu, all of them rushed towards the rebel army that was chasing them from afar with ferocious faces.

Such a charge and such a military momentum made the middle-aged scholar who was caught up in it have sparkling eyes and boiling blood in his heart.

Although he had been with Chagan Uli for many years, he had only watched the Northern Barbarian Cavalry charge from afar but had never charged in person.

This time, he finally felt the unstoppable power of this charge, as if the northern barbarian who previously dominated the world had returned.

Soon when the two sides met, a fierce battle broke out like water and fire meeting.

Hu Xiehuan's desperate charge was unstoppable, but the resistance of the rebels whose homes had been destroyed was still fierce, and everyone vented their long-suppressed anger on these barbarians.

In just a moment, swords, spears, arrows, and broken arms flew everywhere. Many people let out miserable wails, which echoed over the battlefield. Swords flashed, and several northern barbarian knights fell in an instant, and their blood dyed the ground red.

At the beginning, the elite troops of the Tiger Division charged back and forth in the rebel camp, their morale became high, and they killed the rebels without leaving a single piece of armor.

But soon, the powerful rebel army quickly surrounded the Northern Barbarian Cavalry, making it impossible for them to get through. Under such obstruction, the Northern Barbarian Cavalry's charge could no longer be effective.

Even though they were facing an army of rebels that was several times larger than their own, Huxiehu and his men remained in high spirits. Since they could not charge, they dismounted and fought again. The situation began to become increasingly tragic.

"Keep charging! Fight for the Northern Barbarians!" Hu Xiehu also dismounted and rushed into the rebel army, like a tiger into a flock of sheep, unstoppable.

Wherever they passed, there would surely be blood spurting out and broken arms flying everywhere. Every moment someone would be injured or fall down, emitting shrill screams.

However, their military strength was still too small. Their long experience in the battlefield allowed them to fight one against two or one against five, but they could never fight one against ten.

No matter how hard Hu Xiehu and the others fought, the rebel army before them seemed to be endless, with people rushing up at any moment.

Therefore, as time went on, the brutality of the battle became more and more intense.

Although Hu Xiehu tried his best, the number of casualties among his subordinates continued to rise under the siege of the rebels.

Of the 500 men before their charge, only 20 to 30 men were left around him. Each of their faces looked pale and determined, but the rebels surrounding them were increasing in number, and the dark crowd was surging like a tide, suffocating them.

Witnessing his warriors falling one by one, Hu Xiehuan felt increasingly heavy in his heart. The sacrifice of each warrior pierced his heart like a knife.

His hand clenched the hilt of the knife, and his eyes flickered with an unyielding fire, but in this desperate situation, she knew that she could no longer retreat.

"We can't die like this!" His voice echoed over the battlefield, inspiring the last warriors, "Fight for the Northern Barbarians! Even if we die, we must die with honor!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar stood beside her and felt an unprecedented sense of heroism in his heart.

He took a deep breath, and looked at Hu Xiehu with a determined look: "General, let's get started!"

He said with a determined look on his face that he was very satisfied with his ending. Ever since Chagan Wuli picked him out of the vast crowd, he knew that he would devote his whole life to Chagan Wuli and the Northern Barbarians until his death.

Hu Xiehu nodded. He knew that there was no way out now. He turned around, looked at the soldiers around him, and said in a resounding voice: "Follow me! We must break through the enemy's encirclement. Even if we die, we must die heroically!"

At his call, forty or fifty cavalrymen nodded one after another, with resolute expressions on their faces. They knew that this battle would be a matter of life and death, but at this moment, the faith and courage in their hearts made them fearless.

Hu Xiehu swung his sword and led the remaining remnants to launch a suicidal charge against the rebel army.

"Kill!" Hu Xiehu's roar was deafening, and swords and knives drew cold rays in the air, pointing directly at the oncoming rebels.

Although they have put life and death aside, they are still warriors.

However, what greeted them was a barrage of coldly shining spears.

The rebels had been prepared for this sudden charge, and they showed no mercy, charging straight ahead with spears like a forest.

"Kill!"

Hu Xie let out a loud shout, and instead of dodging at all, he rushed straight towards the sharp spear.

At this moment, he had already given up the idea of ​​defense. The long sword in his hand drew an arc in the air and slashed towards the rebel in front of him.

"Fight for the Northern Barbarians!"

Even though the rebel's spear had pierced his chest, his voice was still sonorous and powerful, and he dragged his staggering body towards the rebels.

This was the case with Hu Xiehu and the other Northern Barbarian soldiers as well. They were all ready to die and rushed into the crowd like crazy, determined to drag someone down with them even if they died.

In a moment, the Northern Barbarian soldiers were stabbed down one by one, the blood dyed the ground red, and screams rang out one after another.

I don’t know how long it took, but the brief scream stopped abruptly and the riot gradually stopped.

A moment later, a wave of celebrations rang out among the rebel army, shaking the heavens and the earth, and everyone had an excited smile on their face.

This means that Hu Xiehu and the middle-aged Confucian scholar finally ended their lives in a heroic way in their hearts, and it also shows that the last trump card of the Northern Barbarians has been completely used up.

……

At the same time, the middle-aged Confucian scholar and Huxiehu died in a battle in Cangzhou.

As Li Zhongwu launched a frenzied attack on Luoye City from the front, the battle here truly entered a white-hot stage, and the war had reached its final stage.

Because, whether it was Li Zhongwu or Xian Yu Anrong, they all understood that this would be the last decisive battle between them...

(End of this chapter)