The Prodigal Son

In the middle of the battlefield.

Jin Tai, wielding a long sword, managed to gather a little over a thousand men, attempting to form a battle line to block the cavalry charge.

But this feeble resistance was as fragile as paper in the face of the elite cavalry's overwhelming momentum, utterly vulnerable.

Yuan Dingguo's Wudang Flying Cavalry shattered their fragile defenses in a single encounter.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Jin Tai could no longer care about anything else and hurriedly led his personal guards to retreat.

"Useless trash! Hold the line!"

On the other side, Yan Mu roared and brandished his long sword, killing a fleeing soldier who was panicking and trying to intimidate the army.

Unfortunately, their morale had collapsed.

Even though Yan Mu killed several deserters, he could not stop the fleeing soldiers.

Looking at the chaotic battlefield, Yan Mu's face was filled with grief and indignation.

Thirty thousand troops!

Their 30,000-strong army offered no respect and was slaughtered by the enemy like vegetables.

Finished!

Faced with tens of thousands of elite cavalry, they had no way to escape!

Failed!

Just a few days ago, I was criticizing Huangdengxing for being incompetent, but today I have suffered an even more devastating defeat than Huangdengxing.

The 30,000-strong army is likely to be completely wiped out!

Snapped!

Yan Mu slapped himself hard across the face, but felt almost no pain.

Why was I so stupid?

Why didn't they think that Qin Yu might circle back and launch a surprise attack on them?

If I had seen through Qin Yu's conspiracy earlier, how could I have suffered such a crushing defeat?

Endless despair weighed down on Yan Mu like a huge boulder, instantly crushing his dignity and pride.

"Qin Yu! You despicable, shameless scoundrel! I'll fuck your grandma!"

Yan Mu roared with bloodshot eyes, then suddenly slashed his own neck with his sword.

"clang!"

At the critical moment, a long sword appeared from the side and deflected the sword that was aimed at Yan Mu's neck.

Jin Tai hurriedly dismounted and grabbed the grief-stricken Yan Mu, saying, "My lord, victory and defeat are common occurrences in war! Let's go!"

Without waiting for Yan Mu's consent, Jin Tai pulled Yan Mu onto his warhorse and roared at the surrounding guards, "Quickly, break through! Fight your way out with me!"

Under the protection of his personal guards, Jin Tai quickly led the seemingly possessed Yan Mu towards Shou Chongde's direction.

Xiong Quhu, who was leading his troops in a rampage, quickly locked onto the fleeing Jin Tai and Yan Mu, and immediately roared at the soldiers around him: "Charge! Charge! Hahaha..."

Xiong Quhu shouted excitedly, just like Er Lengzi, as he led his troops in a charge, wielding his Xuanhua axe to relentlessly reap the lives of the enemy.

As he swept his axe across the field, bursts of blood mist erupted.

At this moment, Xiong Quhu was as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and his whole body was extremely excited.

happy!

That was so damn satisfying!

If every battle in the future could be like today, he would be laughing in his sleep.

Just as Xiong Quhu led his troops toward Jin Tai and Yan Mu, Han Chong noticed their movements from the other side.

Han Chong's eyelids twitched, and he felt a sense of foreboding.

This hothead has gone berserk!

Without a second thought, Han Chong immediately led his troops to attack from the flank, cutting off their pursuit route.

"Brother Han, quickly follow me to slay the generals and seize the flag!"

Xiong Quhu grinned and Han Chong shouted excitedly.

Slaying a general and capturing a flag—that's a great achievement!

"Have you lost your mind, you bastard?"

Han Chong's face darkened as he growled, "Have you forgotten General Qin's instructions?"

Upon hearing Han Chong's words, Xiong Quhu's smile suddenly froze.

Dry!

They really lost their minds in the killing!

They don't want to kill Yan Mu!

They were still hoping that Yan Mu would regroup and fight the Yan state to the death!

If things go wrong, he'll be completely stripped of his job at the very least!

They might even face court-martial!

Xiong Quhu felt a wave of fear wash over him, and gave Han Chong a grateful look. "I owe you a favor!"

After saying that, Xiong Quhu immediately led the Wudang Flying Cavalry to attack in another direction.

The fighting on the battlefield continues.

But the battle on Qin Yu's side had already ended.

Once Du Kui was no longer of any use, Qi Dachui smashed Du Kui's head to pieces with a single blow.

Qin Yu led his personal guards to a slightly higher mound, surveyed the battlefield, and felt a mixture of excitement and helplessness.

Although the battle is not over yet, everyone knows the outcome.

This is bound to be another resounding victory!

However, many people got carried away and started fighting!

This is no longer as simple as just defeating them!

This battle has devolved into a one-sided massacre.

With the enemy commander fleeing and morale collapsing, Yan Mu's soldiers, like headless flies, had no power to resist the cavalry charge.

This is not the result he wanted!

He only wanted Yan Mu to be defeated.

But now, the situation is out of control.

But he also knew that there was nothing he could do about it.

This is a life-or-death battle on the battlefield; no one would be foolish enough to show mercy to the enemy.

Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself!

"call……"

Qin Yu exhaled a breath of stale air and then ordered the messenger beside him, "Pass down the order: end the battle as quickly as possible! There's no need to pursue the fleeing routs!"

"yes!"

The messenger quickly obeyed and left.

After Qin Yu finished giving the order, Nan Que'er stepped forward and asked, "You must be injured, right?"

Qin Yu smiled easily, "It's just a minor internal injury, nothing serious!"

He was indeed injured.

Despite Qi Dachui's support during their repeated clashes, Du Kui's strength still caused him some internal injuries.

But compared to breaking through to the eighth realm, what is this little internal injury?

"It's good that you're alright."

Nan Que'er felt relieved and asked with a smile, "How does it feel to break through on your own?"

Qin Yu's lips curled up. "It seems more comfortable than breaking through using the Transformation Yuan Technique."

It definitely needs to be more comfortable!

Breaking through using the Transformation Yuan Technique feels like pulling up seedlings to help them grow; the sudden surge of power tears your body apart.

Breaking through one's own strength is more like natural growth, with the incoming power nourishing one's own body.

As Qin Yu was speaking, he suddenly slapped his forehead, annoyed, and said, "I should have kept that person! After the war is over, I'll absorb his power, and then you can use your yang energy to replenish your yin!"

"Pooh!"

Nan Que'er spat lightly and then gave him a light elbow, "We're still at war! What kind of nonsense are you thinking about!"

Qin Yu chuckled, "The serious matter I was talking about is something you've misunderstood."

Nan Que'er glared at him shyly and playfully, then lightly kicked his leg.

As the two spoke, the smoke from the battlefield gradually dissipated.

Fifteen minutes later, the battle was completely over.

This battle was even bloodier than the Battle of Vientiane Mountain.

The neighing of warhorses and the wails of wounded soldiers mingled together, like the shrieks of demons constantly drilling into people's ears.

Looking up, the battlefield was littered with severed limbs and corpses, and even the Changxi River was stained red with blood.

A gust of wind blew by, and the strong smell of blood almost made people nauseous.

Some of the seriously wounded soldiers, unable to bear the pain, begged their comrades to give them a quick death.

Countless surrendered soldiers, some kneeling, some crouching, stared in shock at the scene before them, their faces filled with terror…