The Prodigal Son

Ningjun Left Wing

The fighting became even more brutal.

Both sides' top experts are concentrated in the central position.

On their side, there were no top experts to assist them; it was all soldiers from both sides fighting fiercely.

Pei Xiao's spear flew up and down, knocking down several Yan soldiers in succession, but it also attracted Hu Damou's attention.

Hu Damao swung his long sword, killing two Ning army cavalrymen, and quickly charged towards Pei Xiao, attacking him from the side.

Pei Xiao hastily countered, parrying with his spear.

clang!

A clanging sound of metal striking metal rang out.

Pei Xiao barely managed to block Hu Damou's fatal blow, and was almost knocked off his warhorse by Hu Damou's brute force.

Just as Pei Xiao managed to steady himself, Hu Damou swung his sword again.

Pei Xiao pulled on the reins and used the momentum to swiftly slip under the warhorse's belly like a nimble snake, piercing through Hu Damou's horse's flank with a "thud."

At the same time, Hu Damou's longsword also struck Pei Xiao's warhorse.

"law……"

Both horses let out a mournful whinny at the same time, and both men fell from their horses.

Their eyes met, and the two engaged in another fierce battle.

As the swords and spears clashed repeatedly, Pei Xiao, whose strength was inferior to Hu Damou's, also sustained two more wounds.

Blood kept flowing from Pei Xiao's wounds, but he was completely unaware and continued to fight fiercely with Hu Damou.

clang!

The weapons of both sides clashed again.

Pei Xiao, who was already injured and weaker, had his spear knocked away.

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

Hu Damou roared and wildly swung his longsword, slashing fiercely at Pei Xiao.

"General, be careful!"

One of the guards roared and lunged forward, knocking Pei Xiao aside while offering his own weapon to defend himself.

However, Hu Damou's longsword was exceptionally sharp, easily severing his weapon. The blade sliced ​​diagonally down his shoulder and embedded itself in his scapula.

Just as Hu Damou was about to sheathe his sword, his heavily wounded and dying bodyguard suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the tip of his blade tightly.

It's unclear whether the dying guards unleashed their last potential or Hu Damou was simply running out of energy.

Hu Damou was unable to immediately retract his knife.

"I'll fuck your mother!"

Pei Xiao roared, rolled on the ground to pick up his dropped spear, and suddenly thrust it out.

Hu Damou quickly kicked out from the side, but Pei Xiao seemed to have anticipated this move.

As he kicked out, Pei Xiao's spear suddenly changed from a thrust to a parry.

Even though Hu Damou's strength was superior to Pei Xiao's, he still didn't have time to dodge.

The tip of the spear pierced through Hu Damou's inner thigh.

"what!"

The intense pain caused Hu Damou to let out a heart-wrenching scream. Enduring the excruciating pain, he suddenly drew his long sword and wildly slashed at Pei Xiao.

The injured Hu Damao was like a maddened beast, launching a relentless attack on Pei Xiao.

There is no defense, only extreme offense!

Pei Xiao tried to defend himself, but he was no match for the berserk Hu Damao and suffered several new injuries.

However, Hu Damou was not having an easy time either.

Pei Xiao's gun pierced his testicles almost completely.

The intense pain caused his attacks to gradually become chaotic, driven only by his beastly instincts and intense desire for revenge. He kept swinging his sword and slashing, even accidentally injuring two of his own personal guards.

While the two generals were fighting for their lives, their soldiers were also fighting fiercely.

However, as the battle dragged on, the Flying Tigers' lack of stamina became increasingly apparent.

Their charge slowed rapidly, and many warhorses even collapsed, foaming at the mouth and throwing their riders off.

Even so, the Flying Fang Cavalry did not stop their attack.

When the horses are no longer able to run, they become foot soldiers.

Alternatively, they could steal the horses of the Ning soldiers they had killed or wounded, and continue fighting on horseback.

Everyone had gone mad, with only one thought in their minds.

Only the enemy army before us!

On the other side of the battlefield, Xue Lie's troops were also locked in fierce combat with the Yan army's infantry.

The battles between infantry were not as spectacular as those between cavalry, but they were no less brutal.

However, compared to the Flying Tiger Cavalry, a truly elite force, the Yan army's infantry, though not physically exhausted, were far less motivated to fight.

They have no problem winning when things are going well.

However, when they encountered Xue Lie's troops, whose morale and fighting will were superior to their own, their offensive gradually weakened.

In contrast, Ning's army grew stronger with each battle.

Dozens of Ning soldiers joined forces to surround a thousand-strong Yan army.

Even though the Yan army's strength far surpassed that of theirs, they were somewhat powerless in the face of sheer numbers.

As one Ning soldier fell, another immediately took his place, and the thousands of Yan soldiers continued their fierce attack deep within the encirclement.

The spears of the Yan army's thousand generals had fallen to the ground, and their nicked sabers had broken when they struck the heavy shields of the Ning army.

Surrounded by the heavy shields of Ning soldiers, his space was constantly being compressed.

Finally, several spears emerged from the gaps between the heavy shields and pierced several holes in his body.

As the fierce battle continued, the fighting spirit of the Yan infantry weakened, and Xue Lie's troops gained an absolute advantage.

Meanwhile, on the central battlefield, the Wudang Flying Army and the Flying Fang Cavalry were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

Yan Wujiu underestimated the bravery of the Wudang Flying Army, and Qin Yu also underestimated the fighting spirit and individual strength of the Flying Fang Cavalry.

As more and more Flying Fang Riders' horses collapsed from exhaustion, the Flying Fang Riders gradually began to show signs of decline.

But it only showed signs of decline.

Even after falling from their horses, the Flying Fang Cavalry soldiers continued their fearless attack.

Tired and painless.

As long as we are not completely defeated, we will continue to fight.

Yuan Dingguo and Xiong Quhu had already fallen off their horses and were engaged in fierce combat with the generals of the Flying Tiger Cavalry.

Qin Yu has also led his personal guards in several fierce battles against Yan Wujiu's personal guards.

The silver torrent and the black torrent collided continuously.

After another round of fighting, Yan Wujiu, who had already sustained two injuries, began to pant heavily.

"Your Highness, let's retreat!"

Cheng Lin lost an arm to Qin Yu, but he still firmly protected Yan Wujiu.

At this moment, Cheng Lin felt both grief and anger, as well as horror.

He never expected that Qin Yu's personal guard was far more elite than his own.

In particular, the armor of some of them was so strong that even their own precious swords could not cause them the slightest damage.

He even suspected that Qin Yu was surrounded by a group of imperial guards.

After a fierce battle, only a little over three hundred of his thousand men remained.

Qin Yu's personal guards, numbering less than five hundred, still numbered over three hundred.

"We can't retreat! I'm too ashamed to retreat any further!"

Yan Wujiu's face was resolute as he stared intently at Qin Yu's command flag, roaring at the soldiers beside him, "All troops, listen to my command! Fight to the death with me! Kill!"

With a roar, Yan Wujiu charged at Qin Yu once again, disregarding everything.

"kill!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Yu led his personal guards and the soldiers gathered around him to launch another attack on Yan Wujiu's central army...