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Chapter 207 Great victory, total annihilation!
Since ancient times, a military defeat is like a mountain collapsing. Often, a single mistake will lead to hardship and decline. When soldiers become depressed, the momentum of the army's collapse is like an avalanche and cannot be controlled at all.

Despite the blow, Yuwen Tianxian still forced himself to run back and forth among the defeated army, barely gathering a force and preventing the defeated army from completely disorganizing. He maneuvered in circles. If he continued like this, even if he was defeated by a series of strange strategies, he would be able to maintain the most basic state.

The loss will not be too severe.

It was at this time that Yuwen Tianxian's qualities as a general were fully demonstrated. It was difficult for such a general to achieve a big victory, but it was also extremely difficult for him to suffer a big defeat. Even if he suffered a big loss, he could still quickly gather his troops.

He may not be the best at fighting and charging, but when no one knows who to send to a position, he must be the most stable among all the generals. Yu Wenhua also rode the strange beast to his uncle's side and gathered his troops.

But at this moment——

The loud roar exploded like thunder.

The ink-black heavily armored cavalry appeared on the hillside. Ling Pingyang raised the big banner that Yan Xuanji had handed to him. The scarlet battle flag fluttered. Five hundred heavily armored cavalry entered the battlefield and appeared from the flank.

The war horses galloped like thunder.

The soldiers of the Yuwen family saw the heavy cavalry appearing. The cavalry on the flanks were wearing heavy armor of different styles. The leading general was extremely majestic, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, holding an ink-black spear in his hand. A deputy general on one side raised a large banner, and the scarlet battle flag looked like a flame falling from the sky.

A big word——

【plum】!
In just a moment, Ling Pingyang knocked over three heavy cavalry captains.

He rushed to the front, the spear in his hand flying left and right, every time he made a move, he would kill someone, with great momentum, he shouted: "Yueshan Lingpingyang is here!"

Like thunder.

The heavily armored cavalry of the world's first-line army appeared at the most suitable time for heavy cavalry to appear. The sound of the war horses falling down was as dull as thunder. Ling Pingyang ordered the heavily armored cavalry to separate, and the five hundred heavy cavalry were divided into five teams, all shaped like a [偃月].

And they didn't fight side by side, but rather chiseled and chopped back and forth at different angles.

The five hundred heavily armored cavalrymen, like five heavy crescent-shaped swords, cut through the military forces that Yuwen Tianxian had gathered. As they galloped back and forth, the infantry in the formation were attacked by cavalrymen from all directions. Five hundred people managed to create the momentum of a thousand cavalrymen.

Yuwen Tianxian remained silent. He looked at Yuwen Hua and said:
"You go and lead the others, go from the left side."

Yu Wenhua was shocked: "Uncle!"

Yuwen Tianxian raised his spear and said in a deep voice: "It was because I failed to figure out Li Guanyi's formation. The general led the army into such a great defeat. It should be me who fought my way out."

"Generals should die on the battlefield, but you are still young."

He looked at Ling Pingyang who was galloping towards him and fighting.

The one hundred heavy cavalrymen behind him remained silent, but they still had a solemn and calm heart. They raised the spears in their hands, and Yuwen Tianxian drove the strange beasts. Despite such a great defeat, the one hundred heavy cavalrymen still gathered their blazing sword and forcibly broke into the [偃月阵].

"Eating the emperor's salary is the only way to be loyal to the emperor."

"Ling Pingyang, come here!"

Yuwen Tianxian was galloping, Ling Pingyang gathered an army of 500 heavy cavalry and fought with Yuwen Tianxian for several rounds. Taking advantage of the situation, there was no way to be compared between a cavalry general with great momentum and a defeated general. However, Yuwen Tianxian still poked Ling Pingyang in the heavy armor with a gun.

This calm and indifferent general was also as fiery as fire at this moment.

Ling Pingyang grabbed the mysterious weapon tightly and laughed.

The young and brave man seemed to have transformed into a dragon behind him, at the peak of the fifth level, his charm was already complete. Ling Pingyang let out a long roar and made a decisive move. After several rounds, with the support of the army, Yuwen Tianxian was hit hard on the head of his mount by the spear in Ling Pingyang's hand.

The mount coughed up blood and fell down. Yuwen Tianxian was so arrogant that he was suppressed by a shot and then captured.

Yu Wenhua rushed out, gritting his teeth, and led dozens of light cavalry to charge across the battlefield.

The battlefield is in chaos.

Even a regular army, when it lost its will to fight and was defeated, would find it difficult to resist the mob with high morale. No, that was not a mob at all. The Yuwen family's army and these light cavalry felt heavy in their hearts, and many thoughts emerged in their minds.

Who is it? Who is it?!

The Yuwen family soldiers were almost at a loss. Weren't they fighting against a mob? Shouldn't they have wiped them out? Why did they have such an opponent? Why did the cavalry suddenly break? Why did the crossbow arrows never end?

Why did light cavalry and heavy cavalry attack from both wings when they were fleeing?
At this moment, an arrow pierced through Yu Wenhua's shoulder.

Yu Wenhua groaned and put the spear in his left hand, but the blazing fire was already approaching.

Li Guanyi rode on Qilin, which galloped wildly, sweeping and slashing with its halberd. The light cavalrymen blocking the front were knocked off their horses one by one. His heart was beating wildly, and he took a deep breath, holding the halberd, with a bloody breath in his mouth.

The halberd rushed forward, he raised his head and raised the magic weapon in his hand.

With the help of the formation, it was just a sudden sweep.

Yu Wenhua turned around to defend himself, and the collision of his internal energy created a layer of air waves.

Yu Wenhua's body was knocked flying, lifted up, and fell heavily to the ground. He coughed up blood. Coming from a family of military strategists and generals, he had a fierce temperament. His palms burst open, and his internal energy flowed. He stretched out his hand to draw the sword, wanting to fight on foot, but the halberd was pressed against his throat.

Yu Wenhua's eyes widened with anger, he stretched out his hand and grasped the edge of the halberd tightly.

Suddenly stabbed towards his throat!

Li Guan raised his hand and drew his troops.

A hideous wound was cut on Yu Wenhua's palm, but his throat was not pierced. The spear pierced his shoulder, and the flow of blood finally made Yu Wenhua lose the strength to commit suicide.

Li Guan took a deep breath, the smell of blood lingering in his nose. The fighting skills in the martial arts world and the fighting on the battlefield were two completely different levels. The young man raised his weapon and shouted, "The enemy general has been captured by us!"

"Those who lay down their weapons will not be killed!"

Fan Qing kicked over the armored infantry in front of him and shouted, "Those who put down their weapons will not be killed!"

"Those who lay down their weapons will not be killed!"

When conquering a country, the best way is to attack its heart, and you must first win its heart.

Suddenly, the shouting became louder, like thunder, and the commander fell off his horse. The cavalry galloped on the battlefield. No one knew who started it first. The sound of weapons falling to the ground was crisp and continuous. These infantrymen had completely lost the will to fight.

Li Guanyi sat on the Qilin, breathing heavily and looking at the chaotic battlefield.

Fan Qing, Lei Laomeng, and many other young and strong men who were forced to go up the mountain, held their weapons tightly until they came to their senses and realized that their hearts were beating wildly, as if their ears were going to be deafened. Their hands were holding their weapons uncontrollably.

He was breathing heavily, his mind going blank.

They saw their commander sitting on the Qilin's back, holding up his weapons.

It was at this time that Fan Qing realized that he was holding something too tightly and his hands were shaking uncontrollably, which was completely different from the courage he had when he killed the official. He gripped the knife even tighter and looked at the young general.

He was heard shouting:
"wind!"

Then they all raised their weapons.

Shouting: "Wind, strong wind!"

There were no drums or military music.

The heart beneath the chest is beating wildly, and the sound of blood surging in the ears.

It's the war drum!

………………

After the battle, they gathered the troops and stripped the surrendered soldiers of their armor, helmets, and weapons. This part of the task was given to Pang Shuiyun, who had hurried over. Pang Shuiyun was the core strategist in the original Taiping Duke's army.

He is very familiar with these things.

It was also his request to spare the lives of Yuwen Tianxian and Yuwen Hua.

It is for later use.

Ling Pingyang and his 500 heavy cavalrymen attacked the defeated army this time, but they were unscathed. The first-line cavalry corps second only to the three major cavalry corps in the world showed their ability. Ling Pingyang and his 500 heavy cavalrymen dismounted. The cavalry general, who was in his thirties, took off his helmet, saluted, and said:
"My name is Ling Pingyang. I heard that Li..."

He didn't know how to address him, so he said in a deep voice, "General Li was trapped and led his troops here. Five hundred cavalrymen are under your command and are waiting for your orders."

The five hundred cavalrymen saluted in unison.

They were solemn and murderous, covered in heavy armor, like a steel beast, with their eyes fixed straight ahead and their orders strictly enforced, emitting the terrifying oppressive aura of a top-level professional army.

Li Guanyi didn't mention it, but the rest of the soldiers under his command, as well as Fan Qing, were all shocked when they saw this steel monster covered in heavy armor.

The five hundred heavily-armored cavalrymen were also silently watching these people, most of whom were unarmored and some of whom were lightly armored. They did not have such sophisticated armor and weapons, but there was a calm aura surrounding them, and the fear and panic of the common people had faded between their brows.

Calm and solemn.

Ling Pingyang could see the curiosity in these people's eyes.

That curiosity also brought with it an instinctive thought about how to defeat such a guy.

This was no longer the docile gaze of grass, trees, cattle and sheep, but the gaze of a group of predators with bared fangs who had tasted blood and victory.

Among the 1,800 men under Li Guanyi's command, 500 were the elite private soldiers of the City Lord's Mansion, most of them were archers at the entry threshold, and there was also a group of warriors who had just entered the country.

The rest were also bandits who had become bandits. Before Li Guanyi and others arrived, they had been trained intensively for a month by the thirty-three veteran Taiping Army soldiers found by Pang Shuiyun.

Even with this month's training, plus the four or five days it took for Li Guanyi to arrive here and for the Yuwen family to arrive, the time it took for the Yuwen family to form their battle array was only a little over a month in total. However, only the elite and powerful army knew this.

In addition to long-term, systematic elite training.

There is another way to make new recruits mature quickly in a very short period of time.

battlefield.

A warrior who survives a brutal battle with cold weapons becomes a veteran who has seen blood and is no longer afraid of sword fights. The change in mentality is extremely important at this level.

In this battle against a second-tier infantry corps, even with the help of the [Que Yue Formation], the losses were not great, but blood was shed and people were killed.

This is no longer a mob.

It's a pack of wolves.

After Zhangsun Wuchou, who led the light cavalry to complete the roundabout tactics, came back, he had to continue to perform his duties as a logistics officer. He had to minimize the losses and gains. The time spent was not short, but he submitted the report as soon as possible.

Only about 2,000 soldiers of the Yuwen family surrendered. The rest were killed in battle, washed away by the river, or escaped. The number of casualties exceeded 1,000. When Yuwen Tianxian, who had already been captured, knew this number, his cheek twitched. On the other hand, Li Guan had only 1,600 soldiers left out of 1,800. Even with the [Queyue Formation], the water attack, Li Guan's charge, and the heavy cavalry's intrusion, the gap in hard power was still terrifying. The other side also had a crossbow team.

More than one hundred people were killed in the battle, and many of the rest were injured.

In addition, many war horses were still alive, and there were as many as 3,500 sets of armor. The weapons, food and fodder had been cut off and all carried back.

The young man was silent for a long time.

The fighting is brutal and there will be death as long as one steps onto the battlefield.

This is also something that military strategists and generals must face.

Ling Pingyang noticed the mentality of the young general, so he took the initiative to change the subject and said, "It's a pity that we didn't completely wipe them out. If we had captured them completely, we would have gained great fame."

Suddenly, a gentle voice came: "That may not be the case."

Ling Pingyang was shocked and turned around, only to see that the simple tent was opened and several women walked in. The one leading her was wearing leather armor and a veil on her face, revealing only a pair of eyes, which were already extremely beautiful. It was Nangong Wumeng.

Fan Qing bowed and said, "General, these girls brought back three or four hundred defeated soldiers."

"One thousand one hundred and sixty-three of the enemy were killed in the battle, and the three hundred and thirty-seven who escaped are all here."

Although Fan Qing did not understand the art of war, in such a chaotic world, soldiers from all over the world had been fighting each other for more than 300 years. He knew what this represented through what he had seen and heard.

Total annihilation!

Either kill or surrender!
Fan Qing's heart was beating hard and his breathing became heavy.

The boy suddenly thought of what the gentleman said.

Annihilation warfare is a campaign in which all or most of the enemy is killed, wounded, captured alive, and completely deprived of the enemy's combat effectiveness.

Ling Pingyang didn't know what to say for a moment and could only exclaim in amazement.

Fan Qing, Lei Laomeng, that group of doctors, and those young people.

They cheered for victory because they could survive, because of something heavier that was burning deep in their hearts. Their eyes were bright, and their clothes were torn with traces of blood. They hugged each other tightly because of excitement, sadness for the departure of their friends, and catharsis of surviving.

Then he roared and shouted at the sky as if venting his anger.

It was the first time for them to appear on the battlefield in this chaotic world. This group of guys, who were only considered a mob in this era, stepped into this world like a barbaric bull. In the first battle, they won the battle of [defeating the majority with the few], [defeating the strong with the weak] and [annihilating the war].

Ling Pingyang looked at these soldiers deeply, and then said: "But can you, just a few of you, stop so many fleeing troops? Even if they have already thrown away their armor and weapons, they can't be caught if they run around."

Throwing away weapons and weapons is no joke.

but true.

It was still late summer and extremely hot. In the case of a defeated army, the armor was stuffy and heavy, which would slow down their running. The defeated soldiers all had one idea in mind, which was to run faster than their comrades. They threw away their armor, helmets, and even swords, just hoping to run faster.

Nangong Wumeng threw the short knife in his hand and said leisurely: "According to what the old man surnamed Pang said, we left some traps in the place where the opposite side retreated, but we were short of soldiers and generals, so we definitely couldn't hold back many people on the opposite side. Then, this sister came."

"I just played a piece of music, and those hundreds of warriors without armor started to behave in a disorderly manner."

"I found someone and brought them back quickly."

Ling Pingyang was surprised and asked, "A military Yin-Yang master who is good at military formations?"

A gentle voice came: "This general is joking, but their minds are already in chaos. If the army is calm and there are generals, my piano music will be of no use."

A woman walked over. She was beautiful, with hair like clouds, and a very calm temperament.

Li Guanyi's movements paused slightly.

Murong Qiu Shui.

A small head suddenly popped up from behind the aunt, with silver hair hanging down and no expression on his face. Murong Qiushui smiled, stretched out his hand and waved to the young general over there, saying, "Li Nuer?"

Ling Pingyang: “…”

Fan Qing: “…………”

Pang Shuiyun: “…………”

The three of them subconsciously looked over there at the extremely ruthless man who had crushed the second-line troops as soon as he debuted and launched an annihilation war. Their brains were a little stunned for a moment.

There seems to be no way to connect this warrior who rides on a Qilin, wields a two-meter-long halberd, wears a general-level iron pagoda heavy armor, and roars back and forth on the battlefield, with the name [Li Nuer].

Only the most beautiful woman in the world laughed rudely.

Li Guanyi grabbed the pen next to him and was about to hit Nangong Wumeng on the head.

Nangong Wumeng had already slipped away. Li Guanyi, wearing a suit of armor, looked at his aunt over there. He asked all the generals to retreat before walking over and asking, "Aunt, why are you here?"

Murong Qiushui reached out and touched Li Guanyi's hair, looking at the scars on the boy's face:
"Here, let me see you."

"By the way, bring some gifts to Li Nuer."

Li Guanyi grabbed his aunt's wrist, probed with his internal energy, and felt Murong Qiushui's breath. He frowned and said, "Aunt, your Dharma image dilemma has not been solved yet. You cannot use your Yuanshen and the "Jiangnan Misty Rain Twelve-story Tower Skill."

Murong Qiu Shui knocked Li Guanyi on the forehead rudely.

When outsiders were not around, she turned back into the aunt that Li Guanyi was familiar with, and seemed very angry:
"You're already trying your best, why do you want me to care about you?"

Behind Murong Qiu Shui, the silver-haired girl nodded vigorously with no expression on her face.

Murong Qiushui said: "If you fight like this, even with Qilin, you will be seriously injured or even killed when facing the famous general of the sixth heaven with the army formation!"

The silver-haired girl nodded vigorously again.

Murong Qiu Shui stretched out his hand to poke Li Guanyi's forehead, and then noticed that Li Guanyi's Qi was weak. Just as Murong Qiu Shui said, [Fire and Heaven] could not be used for a long time.

Even his physique was seriously injured at the moment, and there was bleeding from the wounds under his armor.

He had just dealt with the injury, which could have caused him death due to his physical condition. Now it was only a medium-level injury, and the golden elixir of [Eternal Blue Moon Immortal Body] that he had gathered with great difficulty was directly exhausted.

But he couldn't show any signs of weakness or injury.

So now he is still wearing armor.

Murong Qiu Shui looked at the young man in front of him. He was wearing heavy armor and had experienced battles of blood and fire. His temperament changed from his original gentleness and calmness to a firm and sharp one, like a tempered and sharpened sword.

She reached out her hand and stroked the child's eyes and eyebrows. Unknowingly, the child had grown up.

Murong Qiu Shui didn't know whether she was relieved or slightly sad, but no matter what, she knew that the child she protected and who had to practice piano and write every day could never go back to the past.

She knew that a man as fierce as a tiger would never look back after rushing out.

The Yuwen family's army seemed to be swallowed up, and the civilians they conscripted were also temporarily stayed under the mountains. Pang Shuiyun, Changsun Wuchou and others completed the follow-up arrangements and rested. Only at this moment did Li Guanyi go back.

Murong Qiu Shui asked Li Guan to take off his armor.

The young man remained silent and took off his heavy armor. The Taoist robe under the armor had already been soaked. The strong energy was transmitted and penetrated the Iron Pagoda Armor. There was an extremely hideous puncture hole on one side of the heavy armor. When Yuwen Tianxian fought, Yuwen Tianxian directly broke the defense of the Iron Pagoda Armor.

At that time, Li Guanyi dodged the fatal blow by leaning to the side, and the Tiger Roaring Halberd also cut through the opponent's armor. Murong Qiushui stretched out her hand and pressed the wound on Li Guanyi's body. In fact, it had already scabbed and was recovering at an incredible speed. However, for Murong Qiushui, who had watched Li Guanyi grow up from the age of three to now, such a wound was more painful than her own injury.

Murong Qiu Shui treated Li Guanyi's wound while the silver-haired girl handed him something with an expressionless face.

The seven doctors were also treating other wounded soldiers.

"Hello, General Li Guanyi, the old man surnamed Pang over there wants you to come over to discuss the future arrangements and something else--" Nangong Wumeng strolled over like a street urchin and pushed open the door to come in.

I saw Li Guanyi, who was only wearing half-body armor and had his upper body exposed, treating his injuries.

Nangong Wumeng's voice suddenly stopped.

Then rub it to create distance.

Deng Dengdeng hid behind the door and stammered, "You, you, you, what are you doing?!"

Li Guanyi said unhappily, "Healing, I'm not made of iron, what do you think I should do?"

Nangong Wumeng said: "You, you, you, it was Master Pang who asked you to talk about the future handling of the prisoners and the whereabouts of this army!" She turned around, covered her face and ran away. The silver-haired girl looked at the beauty, her face expressionless, and then shook her head.

His hair was shaking, as if he was somewhat proud of himself.

Turning around, he looked at the upper body of the boy he met.

Look away.

At the same time, on another mountain, the old man in green and the old man Siming were silent.

Siming looked at the aura and said, "... the evil spirit of the military strategists is like a dragon or a tiger, like the shape of fire and smoke, like the shape of fire. They are all fierce generals. My goodness, the aura on this mountain is as fierce as a rainbow. It is useless for the two of us old men to guard here and guard against any reinforcements."

"I saw that Murong Qiushui also went there."

"Although this little girl has only reached the fifth level of spiritual cultivation, her skills are very sophisticated. I'm afraid that few people in this world can surpass her in the [Way of Qin Sound]. Speaking of which, that boy also asked me to detoxify her Dharma Image Confinement..."

"Come to think of it, are these the only two of your direct descendants left?"

Siming suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing. The old man felt his scalp tingling. The black tortoise was so frightened that it raised its claws and covered Siming's mouth directly, telling the old guy to shut up and stop talking.

Siming then shut up, laughed dryly and said that he had said the wrong thing.

Sword Maniac, please don't be angry or anything like that.

no respond.

Siming turned his head curiously, and the sword energy rushed towards him. He only took one step and was knocked to the ground. He swallowed a mouthful of sand, and the sword energy scraped his face.

The old man in green clothes turned into a sword and rushed away!

(End of this chapter)