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

The setting sun is like blood, and the sky is full of yellow sand.

Outside the city of Luoye, as the rebel army continued to approach, Xianyu Anrong's brows became more and more furrowed.

"It seems that the rebels have no intention of retreating and are really planning to burn their boats!"

He pondered in his heart, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in a very short time. He immediately gave an order: "Order our people to prepare to meet the enemy. We cannot let the rebels take over Luoye City so easily."

Of course, he was not speaking to the deputy general beside him, but to the cavalrymen who could no longer hold back and frequently requested to fight. His voice was sonorous and powerful, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

"Chance!"

His eyes were fixed on the brave cavalry charging across the battlefield, and he realized that the opportunity he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

"General, the rebel army has sent out its elite troops!"

At this moment, the deputy general hurried over, with an expression of excitement on his face, and said confidently: "General, this is a great opportunity for us to attack."

"Now that the elite rebel army has been dispatched, we no longer have any major worries!" There was a hint of pride in his voice, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

Listening to the deputy general's words, Xianyu Anrong nodded deeply and thought secretly in his heart.

He thought of his previous concerns. Li Zhongwu's military strength had always been a hidden danger in his mind. Now the deployment of this cavalry meant that the rebel army's trump card had been revealed, and they intended to launch an attack with their last strength.

In this way, the factor that he was most concerned about before completely disappeared.

Now he could confirm that there was no trap and this attack would definitely deal a heavy blow to the rebels.

After all, he looked at the elite cavalry that appeared on the battlefield, and there were at least four or five thousand people. These should be the last elite of the rebel army. This was just his rough estimate. The actual number was much larger than he expected.

Under such circumstances, he didn't believe that the rebels could use any tricks, or that there were any evil plots or traps waiting for them.

Unless the rebel army has immeasurable strength and the number of elite cavalry under their command exceeds tens of thousands, there is no reason for them to fall into the trap this time.

Just is that possible?

He would not believe that the rebels had such a foundation, even after a winter of dormancy.

Seeing that the elite soldiers were getting closer and closer, Xian Yu Anrong's eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and he had already made a decision in his mind, "We must give them a fatal blow when they are most confident!"

At this moment, a fearless fighting spirit ignited in his heart. This time he wanted to make a name for the Northern Barbarians, and he wanted the people of the world to know that there were no cowards among them!
"This time, even if I die, I will die gloriously, not as a coward!"

"Prepare our cavalry. When I give the order, attack immediately!"

His voice was firm and hoarse, but it was this hoarse voice that echoed in the cold wind, resonating into everyone's heart, making their eyes become extremely determined.

"Yes, as you command!" The deputy general and the surrounding cavalry responded, their faces full of anticipation and excitement, as if they had seen the dawn of victory.

He knew that at this moment, they would become the writers of history, even if it was a history that was doomed to fail, but even so, they would still be remembered by future generations.

For this reason alone, their efforts are still sufficient.

"General, the rebels are in high spirits, and they seem to be confident in this attack." The deputy general reminded from the side, with a hint of caution in his tone, but more of expectation.

"It is precisely because of their confidence that we have to attack!" Xian Yu Anrong said firmly, his tone full of strength, "They think they have everything under control, but we can give them a fatal blow when they are most vulnerable."

He secretly calculated in his heart that since the rebels had put all their chips on this attack, they would definitely go all out. As long as they could seize this opportunity, they could turn the situation on the battlefield and completely crush the confidence of the rebels.

In this way, they might not die in the battle, and the city of Luoye could be defended.

Of course, he knew the possibility of this was slim, but they still had a chance before everything was settled.

"We must not let the rebels look down upon the reputation of our Northern Barbarians!" Xianyu Anrong muttered to himself, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

As his order was issued, the gate of Luoye City, which the rebels had been unable to capture for a long time, slowly opened with a creaking sound. Under the trampling of horses' hooves, a team of brave cavalry suddenly rushed out in the flying dust, with great momentum.

At the same time, the Northern Barbarian Army guarding the city had completely given up defending the city and instead used all the supplies that had been reserved in advance to defend the city.

For a moment, logs rolled down the ladder, causing casualties among the rebels who were still climbing.

The rolling log swept down like a giant beast, hitting the soldiers who tried to climb with ruthless force, making a dull sound, like the whisper of death.

At this time, the rebels' frenzied attack became the best obstacle for them to retreat and avoid the rolling logs. The successive attacks made it difficult for those in front to retreat, and those behind could not see the danger ahead and could only watch the rolling logs fall straight down.

Of course, there were also brave people who watched the log fall and resolutely chose to jump off the single-log ladder. Although they escaped the disaster, the people behind them fell into a deeper predicament because of this sudden action. The subsequent soldiers were forced to stop and could not move forward, as if they were trapped in this life-and-death moment.

At the same time, the archers on the city drew their bows and drew their arrows, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. With a cold and sharp shout, thousands of arrows were fired at the rebels who were charging in the distance like a torrential rain of pear blossoms.

“Shh…shh…shh…”

The feathered tail vibrated continuously, crossing the sky and emitting bursts of sharp and strange whistling sounds that never ceased to ring in the ears.

For a moment, the piercing whistle even drowned out the noise of the battlefield. The neighing of war horses and the miserable wailing were all suppressed, as if this sharp and piercing sound was the only sound in the world, which was deafening.

This was not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was that the arrows in the hands of this group of Northern Barbarians, who seemed to have run out of ammunition and food, were now shooting wildly as if they were risking their lives, covering the sky and the sun, leaving the rebel army on the battlefield with no escape.

The rain of arrows was like a dark cloud, covering the sky and the earth, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield.

With each trembling arrow that shot into the sand, the charging rebel army's offensive was inevitably stalled, and many people were instantly thrown off their horses and shot down.

The soldiers who were hit by the rain of arrows fell down one after another like mown ears of wheat. Their blood dyed the ground red. The screams came one after another, which was heart-wrenching.

Just like that, facing the sudden and fierce counterattack from the Northern Barbarians, the offensive of the rebel army was immediately thwarted, with most of them killed or wounded.

"Quick! Retreat!" Someone in the rebel army roared, trying to wake up the soldiers who were shrouded in fear. However, at the moment when thousands of arrows were fired, the order seemed extremely pale, and the soldiers' hearts were filled with despair and confusion. Seeing that the situation was not right, some people immediately turned their horses around and retreated to the rear.

But at this moment, Xianyu Anrong had already rushed into the chaos of the rebel army with the last of his elite troops, carrying out a one-sided massacre.

The chaos on the battlefield was like a violent storm, and Xian Yu Anrong was like a bloodthirsty beast, tearing apart the enemy's defenses.

Before the rebels who were shot off their horses could recover from the sudden shock, they saw Xianyu Anrong rushing in front of them.

His figure flashed a cold light in the sunlight, with a scimitar in hand, like a messenger of death. In his shocked pupils, he watched the cold scimitar slash across his throat, and a chill invaded his neck, which became his last feeling.

If the rebel army had formed a battle formation, even if Xianyu Anrong led the charge, they would have had certain advantages, but the result would definitely not be as tragic as it is now.

Xian Yu Anrong cut off a man's head with a knife, blood splattered, and the hot blood splashed on his face, as if he was covered with a layer of blood-colored armor.

At that moment, he felt the long-lost grandeur and murderous aura, as if all the fear and despair had been left behind.

"Wherever the iron hoof steps, the sharp edge reaches!"

He turned and looked at the cavalry behind him, like a bloody god of war, raising the scimitar in his hand, blood dripping from the sharp blade, reflecting the magnificent color of blood in the dim sunlight.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Xian Yu Anrong's roar was like thunder, shaking the hearts of every soldier.

The cavalrymen behind him responded in unison, their voices like a violent wind tearing through the sky, carrying endless anger and desire.

At this moment, their eyes were as hot as flames, their faces were filled with ferocious and fierce expressions, and their hysterical roars pierced through the noise of the battlefield and echoed on the endless yellow sand like an overwhelming tidal wave.

In the eyes of the rebels, Xianyu Anrong might be a terrifying demon who kills without blinking an eye, but in the eyes of his cavalry, Xianyu Anrong is a man who stands tall and upright, a hero and legend of the northern barbarians.

They had been staying in the city for several days, and the boring and tragic defense had accumulated endless anger and dissatisfaction in their hearts. Now, all this resentment was transformed into a fearless charge.

"Forward! Revenge for our brothers!" Xian Yu Anrong's voice was like a war drum, inspiring the fighting spirit of every soldier. Their hearts were filled with courage and determination, forgetting fear and death, and only the desire for victory remained.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The roar of the cavalrymen was like a tide, sweeping across the battlefield and heading straight for the heart of the rebels.

The iron cavalry rode and neighed incessantly.

When the iron hooves first set foot, blood will surely spurt out, and the force will be unstoppable.

Xian Yu Anrong rode on a warhorse, wearing black armor, holding a scimitar in his hand, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

Behind him were the remaining elite cavalry, forming a sharp knife that plunged straight into the heart of the rebels. Wherever the iron hooves stepped on, blood would surely spurt, and the momentum was unstoppable.

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and the dust raised by them filled the air like smoke in the sunlight. They charged back and forth in the rebel camp. As their swords flashed, the enemies fell one by one, and their blood splattered, dyeing the sand red.

The rebel army's formation continued to collapse under Xianyu Anrong's attack, and the rebel army began to flee in panic, with wailing everywhere.

Xianyu Anrong and his cavalry were like a gust of wind, sweeping away everything and being invincible.

At this time, the bait sent by Li Zhongwu - the Wudang Flying Army also rushed to the battlefield and immediately fought with Xianyu Anrong.

Immediately, the sound of metal clashing and sparks flying rang out, like the rhythm of a war drum, stirring over the endless yellow sand.

The specially trained Wu Dang Flying Army wore new standard armor that shone coldly in the sun. Their defense and flexibility were clearly incomparable to the Northern Barbarian Cavalry.

This elite force was like a solid wall, holding back the previously invincible Northern Barbarian Cavalry and hindering their offensive.

However, facing this sudden appearance of Wu Dang flying army.

Xian Yu Anrong's eyes flickered, and he was not panicked at all. Instead, his eyes were filled with a strong fighting spirit and a look of satisfaction. He understood that this was the elite among the rebels.

Although they could not wipe out all the people in front of them, every person they killed would weaken the strength of the rebel army.

"Just in time!" His face was grim, and he shouted heroically, his voice like thunder, shaking every corner of the battlefield. "Everyone, two against one, kill all these Han people in front of you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he took the lead and rushed into the camp of the Wu Dang Flying Army, killing people in all directions.

None of the Northern Barbarian Iron Cavalry behind him retreated, and followed closely behind him, sweeping away like a raging tide. The roars of the cavalry were like a violent wind tearing through the sky, carrying endless anger and desire, and rushing straight into the heart of the Wu Dang Flying Army.

"Kill!" The cavalrymen's voices rushed towards Wu Dang's flying army like a torrent. The two armies collided, and a deafening sound instantly erupted.

Although the rebels had advantages in armor and agility, the Northern Barbarian Cavalry did not gain their reputation for nothing. Their reputation for invincibility was earned through repeated bloody battles.

Faced with the Wu Dang Flying Army's defense that was difficult to penetrate, they fought two of them against one of them, taking advantage of their experience and constantly dodging the attacks of the Wu Dang Flying Army.

One cavalryman flexibly turned sideways and cleverly avoided the opponent's attack, while the other cavalryman instantly aimed at the fatal point of Wu Dang Feijun and swung his sword.

Even with comprehensive armor, there are still weak spots in defense. After all, people still need to breathe. Although the soldiers of the Wu Dang Flying Army are well-trained, they are bound to reveal flaws in such close combat.

It may be difficult for ordinary people to hit the target with one strike, but it is a very easy thing for these Northern Barbarian Cavalry who have experienced many hardships and fought on the battlefield for a long time. They have long integrated the skill of hitting the target with one strike into their flesh and blood.

Because their ten years of training require them to hit the target with one strike.

In this way, relying on their cooperation and good training, Xianyu Anrong and the cavalry behind him gradually gained the upper hand even when facing the Wudang Flying Army. (End of this chapter)