Chapter 513

Clang...

Yang Jian's long spear flicked upward, sweeping the blade puppet's right arm away fiercely. He turned his head to look at the miserable state of his own army, and his already ugly face added a few more shades of gloom.

"It became like this in just over 200 breaths. The Xia Army has actually become this strong!"

He knew in his heart that there was a gap between the Beishuo army and the Xia Army, but the gap being as large as what was in front of him was still far beyond his expectations.

Following the setback in the first round of confrontation, the ten thousand Beishuo troops were scattered by the Xia Army. He had long since ordered the fifteen thousand Garrison Army troops in the rear to stop shooting arrows and throw themselves into the battle. That is to say, the twenty-five thousand troops of Bai Mu City were all engaged in battle at this moment.

Looking at Great Xia, Xia Chuan followed up synchronously when he gave the order, but he only ordered the ten thousand troops of the Third and Fourth Battalions to abandon their bows for close combat, while the five thousand troops of the remaining five battalions still stayed in place shooting arrows, without entering the battle.

Therefore, the number of soldiers from both sides engaged in battle was actually not much different. The Xia Army only had that one thousand Dragon Guards more. Logically speaking, for a large-scale battlefield where the troops of both sides were at the ten-thousand level, it was impossible for one thousand Dragon Guards to play too big a role.

But the actual situation was far from that.

The battlefield at this moment was simply in a one-sided state.

As the Xia Army on the left and right flanks pushed horizontally toward the middle, the most elite Beishuo army had been completely scattered; then, as the ten thousand troops of the Xia Army's Third and Fourth Battalions charged into the middle in a sharp-knife formation to pierce and then close in, the fifteen thousand Garrison Army troops in their own rear were actually blocked outside and unable to support the Beishuo army in the middle of the battlefield.

The battlefield was divided.

That ten thousand... no, it was probably only seven or eight thousand Beishuo troops left now, were actually trapped in the innermost circle by the military formation set up by the Xia Army.

The fifteen thousand troops in the rear were trying to break through the blockade of the ten thousand troops of the Xia Army's Third and Fourth Battalions. Logically speaking, with the advantage in numbers and similar cultivation, it shouldn't be difficult for fifteen thousand to break through ten thousand.

The problem was that Great Xia still had a Fifth Battalion, which was constantly shooting arrows from the rear, assisting the ten thousand troops of the Third and Fourth Battalions to hold the formation. Their own army simply had no chance to break through the blockade.

Not only could they not break through the blockade, but soldiers in the rear were constantly being injured or even killed by the arrow rain. These scenes undoubtedly made Yang Jian even more anxious.

"Great Xia's Saint Patterns are not only possessed by genius disciples with high aptitude, but everyone has them. At the very least, those with Cold-Resistant level cultivation all have them..."

Yang Jian was full of anger, watching the blood-colored cloud patterns appearing on the brows of the Xia Army soldiers on the ground. His chest heaved violently, and the anger in his heart had clearly climbed to the extreme.

With the deepening integration of Great Xia and the various towns at the southern foot, the Saint Patterns on the foreheads of the Xia people were no longer a secret. But in recent years, only a portion of people with relatively strong strength had publicly displayed their Saint Patterns, and the vast majority of Xia people had never displayed them in front of others.

The five northern towns had also done statistics. The number of Xia people who had publicly displayed their Saint Patterns was less than two hundred. Except for a very small number of Xianyang-level powerhouses, the rest were basically Cold-Resistant level cultivation, and their base strength was all above 50 mane.

When Xia people use Saint Patterns, there is a 30% increase in base strength. The five northern towns naturally began to attach importance to such an important situation very early on. The spies they planted in Xia City began to spend effort to inquire about the situation of these Saint Patterns very early.

Only after inquiring did they know that this Saint Pattern was not a secret at all in Xia City. Almost everyone knew that it originated from a blessing method of the lord Xia Hong. Some people with extremely high talent would receive the Saint Pattern mark after entering the Xia Palace to meet Xia Hong...

Yang Jian's thoughts came to an abrupt end, and his entire face instantly turned the color of a pig's liver. How could he not react? The intelligence that those spies inquired about was false news deliberately released by Great Xia. The five northern towns, including Beishuo, had all been played.

"All soldiers have a 30% increase in base strength. It doesn't matter if the strength is low, below 10 mane, but as long as the strength exceeds 10 mane, the situation is completely different. The stronger the strength, the greater the increase..."

Combining his understanding of the Xia people's Saint Patterns, Yang Jian lowered his head and saw his own soldiers constantly falling. While his eyes were wide with anger, his hands gripping the spear couldn't help but start to tremble slightly.

The decision to take the initiative to attack was made by him, which is to say, the outcome of this great battle at this moment had to be borne by him.

"300 breaths, can't hold on... absolutely can't hold on. No, if this continues, the entire army will be wiped out. Notify Gu Tianxiong, tell him to speed up the march, fast!"

Yang Jian's voice at this moment no longer had the certainty of victory from before the war; it was clearly carrying some panic. He did not turn his head to look for Yang Fa's position, nor did he care at all about the matter of reinforcements being heard by Xia Chuan, and directly looked up and shouted.

Reinforcements or not, having witnessed the true strength of the Xia Army, he no longer had any thought of winning at this moment, and only wanted to rely on Gu Tianxiong's ten thousand reinforcements to rescue the remaining Beishuo army.

The Beishuo army only had twenty thousand in total. If these ten thousand were lost today, how could Beishuo Town fight the Xia Army later?

"Already here!"

Fortunately, the response from his second brother, Yang Fa, rang out immediately.

At this very moment, this response from Yang Fa sounded no less than heavenly music to Yang Jian.

Xia Chuan refused to fight him head-on, so he could only stare from the side, not letting that blade puppet cause too much influence on the soldiers. But in this way, he could not free up his hands to assist his own army in breaking through the encirclement.

Clang...

Yang Jian swept his spear to flick away the blade puppet's right arm, then rose suddenly, trying to bypass the blade puppet's body and run toward Xia Chuan in the rear. But as soon as he charged forward, the blade puppet turned sideways fiercely and blocked in front of Xia Chuan again, its left arm suddenly raised and smashed down toward him again.

Whoosh...

The giant blade struck. Yang Jian's ears roared, and he could only retreat, adding a few more shades of impatience to his face.

"This blade puppet's strength is at least 25 jun or more. No one else in the entire field can resist it except me. So as long as I don't stare at it, once Xia Chuan controls the blade puppet to deal with the soldiers, it will be even more impossible to fight. Hateful..."

Tap tap tap...

At the foot of Bai Mu City, the earth-shaking sounds of slaughter briefly stagnated due to a burst of urgent footsteps. Everyone turned their heads to look at the rear left, and their expressions were suddenly stunned.

After being stunned, intense joy instantly erupted on the faces of all the Beishuo soldiers. Not only the soldiers, but also the officers in the army, and even the five Xianyang-level experts were the same, and even the two brothers Yang Jian and Yang Fa were no exception.

"It's our people!"

"Coming from the west, is it the reinforcements from Jingxi?"

"It must be, reinforcements have arrived."

"Hahaha, looking at the number, there are at least ten thousand. We're saved, we're saved!"

"Brothers, continue to charge forward! The Xia Army's arrows have run out. Break through them and rescue our Beishuo brothers!"

This wave of abruptly arriving reinforcements did not display any banners, but the Beishuo people could distinguish that they were their own people through the style of the battle armor they were wearing.

Ten thousand reinforcements abruptly killing out from the rear was undoubtedly an extremely strong encouragement to the Beishuo soldiers who were struggling to hold on, especially at this juncture, when the arrows of the Xia Army's Fifth Battalion had run out.

The two armies had been fighting for such a long time. It was already very good that the soldiers of the Xia Army's Fifth Battalion could shoot arrows until now. Although they did not cause any fatal blow to the Beishuo rear army, preventing them from breaking through the encirclement of the Third and Fourth Battalions and rescuing the Beishuo army inside was the greatest merit.

Strangely, after the Fifth Battalion soldiers ran out of arrows, Xia Chuan did not order them to join the battlefield, but let them stand in place without moving, and there were no other instructions.

"Five thousand not moving, even if Tianxiong's ten thousand reinforcements come, it's useless. It's already impossible to fight. Rescue the Beishuo army and retreat immediately..."

Watching those five thousand troops not moving at all, Yang Jian's mood had already sunk to the extreme. This first confrontation, fighting until now, the result was actually already very obvious. At this moment, it was nothing more than a matter of Beishuo stopping losses.

As for relying on these ten thousand people of Gu Tianxiong to turn the tables, that was dreaming!

"Tianxiong, lead the reinforcements to break through the Xia Army's encirclement from the right flank, rescue the people..."

At this moment, the two armies were fighting fiercely. Any expression of the idea of retreating would inevitably affect the soldiers' fighting spirit, but saying to rescue people was nothing. Yang Jian gave a fierce shout and directly gave the order to Gu Tianxiong in the rear.

Jingxi originally only had five thousand garrison troops, under the command of Gu Tianxiong. Adding the five thousand people brought by Lu Yang later, the total was ten thousand people. When Yang Fa went to Dongling as an envoy earlier, it had already been agreed in advance that the ten thousand people combined from the two departments would all be under the command of Gu Tianxiong.

Therefore, at this moment, giving the order to Gu Tianxiong was a matter of course.

"Brothers, assemble at the city gate!"

Gu Tianxiong's voice did indeed ring out, but his instruction made all the Beishuo people, including Yang Jian and Yang Fa, have their expressions stunned instantly.

"What are they going to the city gate for?"

"Something is a bit wrong!"

"Didn't the Army Head tell them to attack from the right flank?"

The battlefield was filled with sounds of slaughter at this moment. The confusion in the soldiers' hearts naturally could not form too big a wave, but emotion is a thing that can spread. There was no lack of smart people in the army. The strange movements made by Gu Tianxiong's ten thousand troops were soon seen through by someone.

Yang Jian's initiative to attack caused the twenty-five thousand troops in Bai Mu City to be dispatched in full. Although the city gate was in an open state, there was no main army guarding it, only tens of thousands of Earth-Digging level limit experts temporarily recruited in the city were watching.