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Chapter 376 Disastrous Failure
South bank of the Wei River.

Huo Qi stood on the watchtower, looking at the opposite bank several miles away.

The White Flag Army camp on the north bank was unusually lively at this moment. The soldiers' complaints, the generals' shouts, the neighing of warhorses... these chaotic sounds mixed together, forming an even more disorderly clamor, which crossed the wide river and reached his ears.

The eagerness to get started is palpable on the page.

However, Huo Qi only showed a slight contemptuous smile on his face.

--idiot.

He thought to himself with disdain.

He withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked down the watchtower.

"Pass down the order," he said calmly, "all units take their positions. When the time comes, they won't return!"

"As ordered!"

The military order quickly spread throughout the camp, and a chilling atmosphere spread in the shadows as a meticulously woven net was quietly unfurled.

Meanwhile, on the north bank of the Wei River, in the central command tent of the White Flag Army.

Gao Kun sat upright in the main seat with an air of authority, his face full of excitement.

Inside the tent, the generals were equally filled with murderous intent.

“Brothers!” Gao Kun said, “These past few days, those bastards have been harassing us endlessly, taking advantage of their speed, so we can’t even get a good night’s sleep! They think we’re all idiots who can be easily fooled!”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, then his voice suddenly rose: "Today, I've finally cornered them! Now it's time to twist their heads off! Let them know who the idiots really are!"

"it is good!"

The people inside the tent roared.

"The general is right! Kill these bastards!"

"I'm going to skin them alive with my own hands!"

Gao Kun smiled with satisfaction. He drew his sword from his waist and said in a booming voice, "Now pass on the order: I want to see enough ships, enough to take all our men to the other side, and then kill them all! Do you hear me?!"

"Yes! General!"

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For a period of time afterward, the White Flag Army began busy and arduous preparations for crossing the river and launching a strong attack.

One by one, wooden rafts and ferries were pushed to the riverbank, and soldiers with good swimming skills were selected, while those who knew how to operate the boats were temporarily promoted.

Finally, at noon on this day, everything was ready.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The dull sound of war drums echoed through the sky as Gao Kun stood on a high platform in the camp.

He squinted, gazing at the dilapidated camp on the south bank. The frustration and anger from days of harassment now transformed into a bloodthirsty frenzy. He couldn't wait to hear the cries of the enemy across the river, to smell the pungent stench of blood. These lackeys of the imperial court should pay the price for their cowardice and despicable behavior.

He slowly surveyed the fleet of boats on the river, feeling the fervent gazes directed at him from behind. The whole world seemed to fall silent at that moment, leaving only the sound of the wind and his own heartbeat.

He took a deep breath, gathering all his violence in his throat.

"Charge!" he roared. "The first one to reach the shore will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver!"

"Kill!"

Tens of thousands of white-flag soldiers let out a thunderous roar. They rowed their boats with all their might, surging towards the south bank.

On the river, a thousand sails raced, banners blotting out the sun. Gao Kun stood at the bow of his boat, gazing at the magnificent scene he had created, his heart filled with boundless pride.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter, a wild and grating laugh.

The fleet moved swiftly, crossing the middle of the river in the blink of an eye. The camp on the opposite bank drew ever closer, and the panicked faces of the guards on the walls could already be seen clearly.

Everything went exactly as he had predicted.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
A sharp, piercing bugle call came without warning from the direction of upstream on the south bank.

Immediately afterwards, a deep rumble came from afar and quickly approached.

"Huh?" Gao Kun's smile vanished, and he looked upstream in confusion. "What was that sound?"

The next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size.

A white line appeared on the upstream horizon. The white line expanded and rose rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant, it transformed into a colossal, overwhelming wave!

It roared, tumbled, and surged forward with overwhelming force!

The color drained from Gao Kun's face instantly.

"What's this!?"

However, the river gave him no time to think.

boom!
With a deafening roar, the floodwaters crashed violently into the White Flag Army's fleet.

The hastily acquired ferries were as fragile as paper toys in the face of the raging flood. In an instant, the first few dozen boats were overturned by the immense force, and the soldiers on board were swept into the turbid waves and disappeared without a trace before they could even scream.

"Quick! Run!"

"Help!"

The fear of death instantly gripped the entire fleet. The soldiers screamed in terror, desperately trying to turn the ships around, but it was all in vain. The out-of-control torrent, like a greedy beast, swallowed the entire fleet whole.

Countless figures struggled and sank in the water, with planks, flags, and soldiers' corpses mixed in with the torrent, creating a brutal and gruesome scene.

Gao Kun stared blankly as his army was routed and suffered countless casualties within a few short breaths.

"Impossible, how could this be?" he muttered to himself in a daze. But then he saw that a small portion of the fleet had survived the flood and was continuing to approach the other side, and a desperate hope rekindled in his eyes.

"No! There's still a chance! Charge!" he screamed hysterically. "So what if half of them are dead? Those brainless idiots are still no match for us! Charge!"

However, things did not go as Gao Kun had planned.

When the surviving rebels finally managed to reach the south bank, they were disheveled and still in shock. As soon as they got off the boat, they knelt on the ground, panting heavily, and many of them even vomited violently.

Just then, a White Flag Army general suddenly heard a faint, strange sound. He looked up and scanned his surroundings, and when his gaze fell on the reeds on both banks, his eyes suddenly widened.

He suddenly stood up and roared, "Run! There's an ambush!"

But his warning came too late.

shhhhhhhh!

A series of sharp, whistling sounds suddenly rang out!

A dense rain of arrows, like dark clouds pressing down overhead, descended from the sky with a sharp whistling sound, right before the soldiers' eyes!

"Puff puff!"

The sound of arrows piercing flesh was incessant. The soldiers who had just escaped the flood instantly became targets. Countless men were riddled with arrows, screaming as they fell to the ground.

This was a massacre with no suspense whatsoever. Hidden in the reeds were Huo Qi's carefully selected sharpshooters, while the soldiers on the riverbank were completely exposed.

Given such a disparity in skill, there is absolutely no possibility of failure.

After one volley of arrows, another volley begins.

The White Flag soldiers collapsed. Some tried to jump back into the river, but were swept away by the swift current; others tried to run inland, but couldn't outrun the arrows. Corpses fell in droves like ears of wheat.

On the north bank, Gao Kun's eyes were bloodshot.

He watched helplessly as his soldiers, who had finally made it ashore, were shot down in droves. He even saw his old friend and fellow townsman, his most trusted general, who had just swung his sword to cut off several arrows, only to be pierced through the chest by more than a dozen crossbow bolts and fall straight down.

"Despicable! Shameless!" Gao Kun trembled with rage, brandishing his broadsword, tears streaming down his face. "Don't bully people! If you have the guts, come out and fight me fair and square! Come out!"

However, this is not the end.

Just as he was roaring in grief and anger, suddenly a terrified roar came from the camp behind him.

"Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack! There are cavalry behind us!"

Gao Kun was stunned. He subconsciously turned his head and saw a black torrent suddenly bursting out from the mountains and forests behind him!

The leader is Huo Qi!
He personally led five thousand elite cavalry, approaching the camp amidst the earth-shaking sound of hooves!

Gao Kun sent all the main forces to cross the river, leaving only some logistics and auxiliary soldiers to guard the camp, which was now extremely empty.

They were all waiting to see the miserable state of the imperial army on the other side, but they never expected that not only would their own army be wiped out, but they would also be threatened by the iron-blooded cavalry from the rear.

Gao Kun hadn't expected this either.

He could only watch helplessly from the high platform as the cavalry easily tore through the camp's defenses and poured in.

The soldiers who remained behind were powerless to resist and were slaughtered by the charging cavalry as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

Warhorses overturned tents, sabers severed heads, and flames raged throughout the camp, accompanied by terrified screams.

Gao Kun was completely trapped in a desperate situation.

The vanguard force at the front was slaughtered on the opposite bank of the river; the rear camp behind them was engulfed in flames.

He was attacked from both sides and could not protect himself.

"General! We've fallen into a trap! Retreat!"

"They're attacking from behind! They're attacking from behind too!"

"It's over, it's over..."

The morale of the army collapsed completely at this moment. The soldiers and generals who remained behind no longer cared about military orders or their generals. They threw down their weapons and fled in all directions.

An army of 100,000 collapsed without a fight!
Gao Kun stood frozen in place, the large knife in his hand clattering to the ground. His face was now ashen.

He lost, he lost miserably.

"General! Run!" A frantic roar rang in his ears, and his bodyguards beside him were filled with anxiety. "If we don't leave now, it will be too late!"

However, Gao Kun seemed to have lost his soul. His eyes were vacant as he watched the cavalry slaughtering before him, unconsciously muttering, "My soldiers, my army..."

"Forget about the army! He's going to die!" Another guard was so anxious that his eyes were red. He saw an unridden warhorse not far away and made a snap decision. He and the others worked together to roughly lift Gao Kun up.

Gao Kun showed no reaction. He allowed his guards to drag and throw him onto the horse.

"go!"

One of the guards lashed the horse's rump with his whip, and the warhorse bolted in pain. The remaining guards mounted their horses and followed behind to escort it.

Gao Kun lay sprawled on the swaying horse, the cold river wind, carrying the smell of blood, filling his mouth and nose.

He's regained some clarity.

He looked back and saw only devastation: flags were cut down and the camp was ablaze.

On the opposite bank, the dragon flag representing the imperial court danced wildly in the fierce wind.

In the firelight, it seemed to mock his pathetic and foolish failure.

(End of this chapter)