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

Faced with the rebels' frenzied attack, the war truly entered a tragic stage.

Both the rebel army and the northern barbarians' soldiers were fighting desperately with the enemy.

"Hoo-ho-!"

A soldier of the Yi army was panting heavily, staring fiercely at the Northern Barbarian Army in front of him. His face was covered in blood, and the wounds all over his body looked even more hideous under the reflection of the flames of war.

The Northern Barbarian Army on the opposite side had the same ferocious look on his face. At this moment, his scimitar was covered with blood. The bright red blood kept dripping along the tip of his sword, forming a small pool of blood, which was so shocking.

The noise of war mixed with the shrill and ear-piercing wailing continued to echo over Luoye City. However, facing all this, the two turned a blind eye and stared fiercely at the enemy in front of them.

Finally, the wounded rebel used up his last bit of strength, kicked the ground with his right foot, and rushed towards the northern barbarian defenders with his long sword. His movements were like a seriously injured beast, and although he was dying, he burst out with unprecedented strength.

The northern barbarian defenders showed no fear at all, and responded in kind, roaring ferociously and attacking the rebel army fearlessly.

At this moment, neither side chose to dodge, but instead rushed towards each other with the determination to die.

The volunteer soldier met the northern barbarian soldier's scimitar without any avoidance, allowing the sharp blade to pierce his body, and blood immediately spurted out like a fountain.

However, before he died, he hugged the Northern Barbarian Soldier tightly, and bit off the Northern Barbarian Soldier's ear with his bloody mouth.

"hiss!"

The Northern Barbarian soldier suddenly let out a shrill scream of pain, his body became unstable, and he began to stagger backwards.

It was at this moment that the rebel army, knowing that they could not survive, used up their last bit of strength and hugged the northern barbarian soldier in front of them and rolled down from the city wall.

We finally managed to make a breakthrough here, and the rebels kept pouring in.

However, the next moment, groups of northern barbarian soldiers rushed over brutally, not caring whether they would get hurt or not, and started hacking at the rebels in front of them.

Even if some of them were hit on the back, with scars running through the entire back, which was horrifying to see, they still rushed towards the rebels fearlessly, as if they were ignited by the raging fire of battle, vowing to die together with the enemy.

"Kill!" The shout was like thunder, accompanied by the sound of swords clashing, and the brutal battle continued.

The casualties on both sides continued to increase, blood dyed the battlefield red, and corpses piled up like mountains. Similar things happened continuously in various places on the battlefield.

Neither side knew how long this tragic battle would end, but there was only one thought in their minds, that is, a fight to the death! Or, to perish together!

As the battle continued, more and more soldiers fell, their blood soaked the land, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood. The tragic scene on the battlefield was heart-wrenching, and the bright red blood blended with the soil, as if telling of endless sorrow and despair.

At this time, facing such a fierce attack, the troops on the city walls were no longer able to keep the rebels out of the city. Their resistance was exhausted, and they could only allow the rebels to attack the city walls. In some cases, they even took the initiative to let the rebels in to relieve the pressure from outside.

In this way, the two sides began a tug-of-war around the city wall.

This short city wall has been captured by the rebel army countless times, but each time it was suppressed by the northern barbarians with a more fierce counterattack, and it changed hands many times due to the struggle.

At this moment, Xianyu Anrong stood on the top of the city wall, overlooking the Gobi Desert outside the city, which should have been a barren desert, but now was a scene of corpses everywhere.

Countless corpses lay on the ground, blood staining the land. He felt helplessness and pain in his heart, but more of it was anger and unwillingness.

He slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of the rebel camp, his eyes were bloodshot and his expression became more ferocious and terrifying.

He had never expected such a brutal battle. He thought that with the bravery and tenacity of the Northern Barbarians, he could easily drag the rebels to death, but the problem now was that the rebels' attacks were getting more and more fierce, making him feel unprecedented pressure.

It’s funny that before he was thinking of dragging the rebels to death, but this time he didn’t drag the rebels to death, instead it was him who had to make the final decision.

"We can't retreat anymore!" He whispered to himself, a trace of anger burning in his heart, as if he wanted to turn this helplessness into strength. He knew that if he didn't take action, the entire city would be in dire straits.

Although the rebel army's fierce siege has caused them heavy losses, it is still not enough, not enough!
He must make the rebels pay a greater price before the city of Luoye falls. Only then can he feel at ease, return to Changshengtian, and be worthy of Chagan Wuli's trust in him.

Just when he felt heavy in his heart, the deputy general and tribal leaders crawled over, covered in blood. There was fatigue that could not be concealed on their faces, and their armor was covered in blood. It was obvious that they had just been through a fierce battle.

Xianyu Anrong even noticed that his battle-hardened deputy general had a pale face, the scimitar in his hand was shaking slightly, and it seemed that he even had difficulty standing.

"General!" The deputy general panted, his eyes flashing with determination, "We have been patient for too long, the offensive of the rebels is getting more and more fierce. If we don't attack, I'm afraid it will be too late!"

The tribal leaders nearby seemed uneasy, looking at each other, and finally one of them said, "Our people are almost at their limit. If we continue to fight like this, I don't know whether the rebels can attack us, but our morale will definitely collapse."

"Morale has collapsed. I will kill you first!" Xian Yu Anrong's voice was as deafening as thunder and he was burning with anger.

Hearing this, his face suddenly fell, and he stared gloomily at the tribal leader who said this, and shouted fiercely: "At this time, you are still here making alarmist remarks, you are simply courting death!"

He was furious. He drew out the scimitar in his hand and threw it on the stone wall beside him. The blade cut a deep mark. He shouted coldly: "This is Luoye City, not anywhere else. When the Khan is not here, I am the supreme commander!"

His eyes were like knives, staring straight at the tribal leader, as if to tear him apart: "I don't know whether the rebels will attack or not, but I know that before the rebels attack, you will definitely see with your own eyes what your head looks like!"

Xianyu Anrong said angrily, not giving the tribal leader any face at all.

He never expected that someone would say this at this time. Isn't this clearly trying to shake the morale of the army? If this person was not a tribal leader he was familiar with, he would have suspected that this person was a spy sent by the rebels.

His words were like a chilling wind, as if the air around them had instantly frozen. I could feel a bone-chilling chill coming from behind.

Everyone looked at Xian Yu Anrong in rage, their hearts trembled, and they all felt an invisible pressure, like a mountain pressing down on them, making them breathless. Although the deputy general was uneasy, he could only lower his head and silently endure the anger. The other tribal leaders also lowered their heads, fearing that they would be involved in this anger.

"General, we don't want to shake the morale of the army, we just hope to have a better strategy." After a long time, the deputy general dared to speak cautiously, for fear of angering Xianyu Anrong.

"Yes, General Xianyu," another tribal leader also interrupted. Although his voice was hoarse, it revealed his unyielding will. "We can't just sit there and wait for death. We must burn our boats and deal a fatal blow to the rebels!"

"Yes, our defense line is in jeopardy after one blow, and we are doomed to fail."

The deputy general also spoke up at the right time to persuade him: "Just as the general said, even if we are going to die, we should die gloriously instead of being so frustrated."

Before this, he understood that Xianyu Anrong did not send anyone to attack in order to hold out for more time, consume the rebel army's strength, and deal it the most fatal blow.

but now,

The two sides were already engaged in a fierce battle with real swords and guns, and the soldiers under his command were fighting for their lives.

Moreover, the offensive of the rebels was getting more and more fierce, and reinforcements were constantly coming. At this time, was there any need for them to continue to persist? If not, when would they take the initiative to attack?

"Enough!" He looked directly at the two of them, his voice low and firm: "No! I will never allow you to attack rashly, those who disobey my order - behead!!!"

Facing the confusion and questioning of the crowd, Xian Yu Anrong was furious, but he did not let his anger get to his head. In fact, he felt distressed, and wanted to have a great battle.
However, he knew that he must not let passion cloud his reason.

Upon hearing this, the generals' faces became even uglier. Looking at their brothers who had fallen one by one at the hands of the rebels, they became furious and felt extremely resentful.

They didn't understand, nor did they comprehend why Xian Yu Anrong didn't let them take the initiative.

"General, when did you become so cautious? Are you still the decisive and ruthless general I knew before?"

The deputy general's hands trembled slightly, and a feeling of unwillingness burned in his heart. He suddenly looked up at Xian Yu Anrong and said in a sad voice: "General, are we just going to watch the rebels break through the city? We can't die in such a miserable way!"

"The rebels haven't taken action yet. A rash attack will only give them an opportunity to take advantage of us, and we will fall into Li Zhongwu's trap!" Xianyu Anrong's voice was as hard as iron, and he did not compromise.

His heart was also in agony, but he knew that he was the calmest man among the Northern Barbarians. He was the commander of this army, and the fate of everyone would be in his hands. He must not let anger cloud his head.

Now, they only see the death of their fellow brothers in battle, the endless stream of attacking rebels, and the increasingly worsening situation, but they ignore the fact that the rebels have also suffered heavy casualties and that they will not be able to hold out for long.

More importantly, all of them ignored the fact that the rebel army still had a trump card to play. From beginning to end, the Wudang Flying Army under Li Zhongwu had not appeared.

The war had reached such a tense stage, but Li Zhongwu had not yet sent out this elite force. He had reason to believe that the Wudang Flying Army was here to target their cavalry.

So at this time, even though the situation has become so critical, he still cannot take the initiative to attack.

He looked around with a sharp gaze, as if he could see through everyone. "I don't want to hear any complaints or hesitations. If anyone dares to say such words here again, don't blame me for being rude!"

"We must remain calm and wait for the best opportunity. If we allow the rebels to attack like a tide, we will only be in a desperate situation!" His eyes were firm, as if pointing the way for everyone.

Xianyu Anrong's anger burned like a raging fire. The deputy general and the tribal leaders looked at each other. Although they were unwilling, they also understood that Xianyu Anrong's words made sense. The fierceness of the battle had made them realize that any rash decision could lead to the annihilation of the entire army.

"Okay, General Xianyu, we will listen to you." The deputy general finally lowered his head. Although he was still unwilling in his heart, he knew that at this critical moment, they must unite.

Xian Yu Anrong breathed a sigh of relief. Although the pressure was still as heavy as a mountain, he knew that only reason and calmness could lead them out of this desperate situation.

He took a deep breath, looked outside the city with a firm gaze, and secretly made up his mind: This battle must not be given up easily, and the rebels must pay a more painful price.

After everyone left, Xian Yu Anrong finally couldn't hold on any longer and staggered. Fortunately, there was a stone wall behind him to support him, otherwise he would have fallen miserably.

At this time, the deputy general who had been extremely angry before turned back and saw Xianyu Anrong like this. He quickly supported him and said sadly: "General, you haven't closed your eyes for several hours. Take a rest first!"

He has been following Xian Yu Anrong. You should know that Xian Yu Anrong did not sleep at all last night, and he just took a short nap this morning when the rebel army launched an offensive, and they have been persisting from then until now.

"I'm fine!"

Xianyu Anrong waved his hands with a pale face, and said to the deputy general with satisfaction, "You did a good job just now. If it weren't for your good performance, the leaders of the tribes might not have retreated so easily."

In fact, the dispute between the crowd and the deputy general just now was all a good show planned by him.

He had long anticipated that under such an offensive by the rebels, some people would surely retreat. These people were the leaders of various tribes and had high prestige in their own tribes. He could not use force for fear of pushing them too far and causing a mutiny.

In this case, he could only resort to this method, pretending to stage a play to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, so that those people would retreat on their own initiative.

The deputy general nodded in admiration, but his expression was still a little solemn. He said worriedly: "Although those tribal leaders have retreated now, they may not be able to defend the city peacefully."

"Well, this is only a temporary solution."

Xianyu Anrong also understood this in his heart, and looked towards the direction of the rebel camp with a worried look on his face, "But we can't hold on for long, and neither can the rebels. I'm sure the rebels will soon launch a general attack and use their trump card."

At this point, a cold light suddenly flashed across his eyes, and he became energetic again, as if he had regained his vitality. He said in a deep voice: "When that time comes, it will be our chance. This time we must fight to decide the outcome!"

(End of this chapter)