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

"After all, these Northern Barbarian Cavalrymen don't get their reputation for nothing!"

Li Zhongwu stood on a high place, looking at everything in front of him, clenching his fists tightly, feeling secretly anxious.

On the battlefield, the Northern Barbarian cavalry swept in like a violent storm, making people feel suffocated.

Even if the Wu Dang Flying Army faced the Northern Barbarian Iron Cavalry, even though they had a powerful weapon to deal with cavalry - the crossbow, but the crossbow, after all, is still a type of bow and crossbow, and still requires a certain range and shooting time.

Often, before many people could even take out their crossbows, the Northern Barbarian Cavalry would charge over in pairs, leaving them no time to use their crossbows. Every charge was a huge blow to the morale of the Wu Dang Flying Army.

Even if someone forcibly took out the crossbow from his waist, it would be difficult to keep calm in such a close-range battle. Shooting in a panic would naturally lose the accuracy. Li Zhongwu gritted his teeth secretly, knowing that the power of the crossbow was almost useless in this situation.

Of course, at such a close distance, accuracy is no longer so important.

However, at such a close distance, it is easy for you to hit the target, and the Northern Barbarians will naturally be able to see your raised hand gesture more easily, making it easier for them to dodge.

Although some of them reacted immediately and used their numerical advantage to want to team up with two people to fight against the Northern Barbarian Army.

However, this temporary team formation, without long-term training and tacit understanding as a bond, will only backfire and cause chaos among each other.

As one soldier prepared to attack, the other blocked his view due to a misunderstanding, and their swords clashed, nearly injuring one of their own.

Compared with the coordination between them and the Northern Barbarian Iron Cavalry, the Wudang Flying Army under their command seemed somewhat pale in comparison. It cannot be said that there was no coordination, but that the coordination was equivalent to nothing.

This made his heart even heavier. Facing the current battle situation, he clearly realized that the fighting power that erupted in despair should not be underestimated. The Northern Barbarian Cavalry swept in like a violent storm, bringing unprecedented pressure to the Wu Dang Flying Army.

At this time, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved that he didn't choose to attack by force. If he had launched an attack rashly, facing such an elite Northern Barbarian Army, he would have suffered heavy casualties before he could even break through the city of Naloye, and he wouldn't even have the chance to retreat.

Time passed minute by minute, and as Xianyu Anrong galloped on his horse, their casualties became more and more serious, and the offensive that they had organized previously was completely defeated at this moment.

Li Zhongwu stared at the battlefield intently, but his heart was calm and determined. He knew that only by waiting patiently could he find an opportunity to reverse the situation.

Now there are only a few Northern Barbarian soldiers left on the city wall, and all of them rushed out of the city gate and killed them.

His eyes were fixed on the city wall of Luoye City. There were only a few defenders left now. All the northern barbarian soldiers rushed out of the city gate and killed them.

"It's now!"

Seeing the last guard coming down from the city wall, Li Zhongwu's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light and a raging rage burned in his heart, because the opportunity he had been waiting for had come.

At this moment, Li Zhongwu's anxiety and expectation were intertwined. The Northern Barbarians' move seemed to be a desperate move, but for the Wu Dang Flying Army, wasn't it also a great opportunity to counterattack?

"Pass on my order, everyone attack immediately now!" He drew the long sword from his waist, pointed at Xianyu Anrong who was charging on the battlefield, and let out a deep, low roar.

Although his voice was low and hoarse, it seemed extremely clear at this moment. It reached the ears of the generals present, like the horn of a war drum, stirring the hearts of every soldier.

The soldiers could no longer suppress their anger. When they heard Li Zhongwu's order to attack, they immediately burst out like a long-suppressed flood. Their eyes flashed with fighting spirit and their hearts were filled with fearless fighting spirit.

The reason why they were able to suppress their anger and delay attacking was because of Li Zhongwu's mandatory order. But now that they heard Li Zhongwu's order to attack, they could no longer suppress themselves.

All the generals returned to their camps at a very fast speed. Facing the generals who were eager to fight, he simply uttered the word "kill". However, this word contained endless murderous intent, as if it ignited the anger in everyone's hearts.

next moment,
In the chaotic military camp, a large group of Wu Dang flying troops rode out on horseback.

The neighing of horses and the shouts of soldiers intertwined and resounded throughout the battlefield. Every soldier's face was filled with excitement and excitement. They knew that the time for counterattack had finally arrived.

At this moment, they rushed forward like wild beasts out of their cages. Swords and spears flashed in the sun, and armor clanged as horses galloped, like a storm about to erupt.

Li Zhongwu stood on a high place, his eyes were as sharp as torches, and a fearless fighting spirit was burning in his heart. The war was so cruel, but it was precisely because of this that the victory was so precious.

"kill!"

He roared in excitement, kicked the horse's belly with both feet, rushed down from the high slope, quickly passed through the crowd, came to the front of the army, and charged into the Northern Barbarian Army. At that moment, Li Zhongwu seemed to have turned into a god of war, riding on a warhorse, exuding unparalleled majesty.

Seeing this, the rebels who were left far behind by Li Zhongwu were unwilling to fall behind. They all had cold faces and stared at the Northern Barbarian army in front of them, ready to die.

For a moment, everyone exuded an extremely ferocious and evil aura, which made people feel terrified.

Under his leadership, the entire Wu Dang Flying Army burst out with extremely terrifying power, like an unstoppable torrent of steel.

Boom! ! !
Smoke and dust rolled in in an instant, as if the earth was trembling for this moment.

At this moment, even Xian Yu Anrong felt the pressure.

He frowned and stared at the murderous rebel army in front of him, with a strange look in his eyes.

The momentum of the Wu Dang Flying Army was so strong that it seemed to tear apart the air of the entire battlefield, making it suffocating.

He could feel that the rebel army before him was filled with endless cold murderous intent, which gradually filled his heart, as if the whole world was shrouded in this chilling murderous intent.

"Their momentum... is too strong!" Xian Yu Anrong thought to himself, frowning, feeling a surge of uneasiness in his heart.

He looked back at the remaining soldiers behind him. Everyone had a determined look on their faces, and their eyes were filled with the enthusiasm of fighting. They no longer had any thoughts of retreating, and seemed to have already put life and death aside. Everyone silently recited his own beliefs and loyalty in his heart, ready to give everything for it.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but tighten the reins in his hands, feeling the slight tremor of the warhorse between his legs. Even though the army in front of him was invincible, Xian Yu Anrong and his northern barbarian soldiers had already put life and death aside, as if at this moment, a fearless flame was ignited in his heart.

"We can't retreat!" He whispered to himself, his voice drowned out by the noise of the battlefield, but he knew that this sentence had taken root in his heart. Xianyu Anrong's gaze returned to the front again, staring at the Wudang Flying Army that was surging like a tide, and a tragic emotion rose in his heart.

He thought of his brothers who had sacrificed their lives heroically on the battlefield for their ideals and beliefs. He looked back at the bodies that had been placed in the city of Raya and had not yet been buried, and waves of grief surged in his heart.

Those faces who once fought side by side are now only cold corpses. Their sacrifice makes him extremely sad, but he knows that only by trying his best can their sacrifice not be forgotten and a bright future can be won for the Northern Barbarians.

"In that case, the bravest of two will win!"

Xianyu Anrong kept muttering these words, as if to cheer himself up. He held the reins tightly, his fighting spirit ignited in his heart, and he rode forward to face the surging Wu Dang flying army.

"This time, we are fighting the elite of the rebel army!" His voice was like a war drum, inspiring the Northern Barbarian cavalry behind him.

Under his leadership, the soldiers of the Northern Barbarian Army also took up their courage and their morale was high.

Even though they were faced with an enemy several times their size, they were fearless and vowed to fight for their beliefs.

At this moment, Xian Yu Anrong's eyes met Li Zhongwu's eyes in the air, as if time stopped at this moment.

Both of them could feel the firmness and determination in each other's hearts. They were the same kind of people, and they would fight for their beliefs and ideals until the last moment. At that moment, it seemed as if the noise of the entire battlefield was isolated, leaving only the sound of each other's heartbeats.

"Charge!" Li Zhongwu's roar was like thunder, resounding in every corner of the battlefield, inspiring the soldiers of Wu Dang Feijun. The flames of battle ignited in their eyes, and their hearts were filled with the desire for victory. Everyone turned into a warrior at this moment, charging forward fearlessly.

As the Wu Dang Flying Army continued to advance, the formation of the Northern Barbarian Cavalry began to loosen.

Under the leadership of Li Zhongwu, the Wudang Flying Army began to constantly look for opportunities in the battle, using their numerical advantage to gradually force Xianyu Anrong and others into a desperate situation.

Swords clashed and armor collided, making a harsh metallic sound.

Xianyu Anrong was secretly anxious. Although his elite soldiers were well-trained and experienced, they were gradually losing ground in front of the countless rebels. The morale of the Wudang Flying Army surged like a tide, sweeping away their defenses.

After all, the rebels can now make up for the gap in combat quality with numbers.

"Hold the formation!" Xianyu Anrong shouted, trying to get the soldiers to regroup, but his voice was weak in the hustle and bustle of the battlefield. No matter how hard he tried, the formation of the Northern Barbarian Iron Cavalry continued to collapse.

Hope ignited in Li Zhongwu's heart. He knew that the dawn of victory was just ahead.

"Kill! For our brothers, for victory, kill!" The shouts of the Wu Dang Flying Army were like a torrent, gathering into an unstoppable force, rushing towards the heart of the Northern Barbarian Iron Cavalry.

At this moment, all fear and anxiety were thrown behind them, and the soldiers were left with only the desire for victory and anger towards the enemy. In the chaos of the battlefield, the soldiers of Wu Dang Feijun rushed like lions, and everyone fell down without a sound when their swords pointed at them.

The battle intensified, soldiers from both sides fought on the battlefield, blood and glory intertwined, making this a life-and-death contest.

Seeing that defeat was inevitable, the remaining Northern Barbarian Army gathered around Xianyu Anrong, wanting to make a final desperate stand.

The noise of the battlefield gradually died down, and the bloody smell filled the air, as if even time had frozen at this moment.

"General, we are defeated!"

The deputy general wiped the blood off his face and spoke to Xian Yu Anrong breathlessly, his voice low and weak. The few northern barbarian soldiers next to him also looked miserable and covered with wounds, their armors already stained red and purple with blood.

Although he said this, there was no trace of loss in his tone. On the contrary, there was a hint of openness and fearlessness.

Xian Yu Anrong's heart was like a rolling sea wave, with mixed emotions that could not be calmed. He cut down a Northern Barbarian soldier, and the blood on the blade in his hand blended with the blood of his comrades, making him feel heavy.

He was not feeling well at the moment. His face was pale, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he was exhausted. The fighting and tension over the past few days had stretched his nerves to the limit. If an ordinary person was like him, he would not even be able to open his eyes, let alone fight in battle.

However, even so, he still gritted his teeth, forced himself to be strong, and looked firmly at the rebels who were slowly surrounding him.

Just as the deputy general said, they were defeated in this battle and there was no possibility of a comeback. Xianyu Anrong felt a surge of despair in his heart. His former ambitions seemed to have vanished at this moment, turning into an endless mockery.

He had hoped to catch them by surprise, so that he could perhaps repel the rebels. That thought had burned so fiercely in his heart that it seemed as if he could hold on for just a moment longer, the dawn of victory would arrive.

Although the idea is good, the reality is undoubtedly cruel.

The strength of Li Zhongwu's rebel army was beyond his imagination. Apart from the elite rebels who had been defeated by them before, there were at least 10,000 or 20,000 Wudang Flying Army soldiers in front of them, totaling 40,000 to 50,000 elite soldiers.

In other words, the only ones left under Li Zhongwu were his elite soldiers, and his elite soldiers had already been sacrificed in repeated defenses. The outcome of this battle was doomed from the beginning.

Just as he fell into despair, his eyes fell on the corpses on the ground, and the depression in his heart was relieved.

Because the ground was filled with grief and the bodies piled up everywhere, not only from the Northern Barbarians, but also from the rebels. His eyes swept over the bodies and saw the faces of the rebels. Although they were enemies, at this moment, he could also feel the same sadness.

Although they had no hope of winning this time, the rebels were not feeling well either.

Under their charge, many elite rebels had died in their hands. In any case, he had achieved what he wanted to do and had made enough money.

"If that's the case, then give me a fight!" He suddenly shouted, his voice like an arrow piercing the air, piercing through the haze in his heart. Xian Yu Anrong's eyes became firm. (End of this chapter)