Chapter 115: Collapse

"What? What exactly did you just say?" Temujin suddenly stood up, grabbed the messenger's collar by the neck, his eyes sharp as knives, his voice cold as ice, and demanded fiercely.

"Our troops are so close to Wulahai City; how did they cut off our supply lines? Did they perhaps capture Wulahai City?"

Before deploying troops, he had surveyed the terrain; Wulahai City is located at the boundary between the northern and southern deserts, surrounded by desolation and entirely consisting of desert and Gobi. If the Revolutionary Army were to attack, they would face natural barriers such as the desolate Southern Gobi, the towering Helan Mountains, and the impassable Yellow River; the uneven terrain would be extremely disadvantageous for the Revolutionary Army's march.

Such treacherous terrain, like an impassable moat, would be difficult to conquer in a short time even with their fire guns as sharp and fierce as tongues of flame. Even more problematic was the seventy thousand troops of the Heishui Town Yan Army Office, hanging like a sharp sword over their heads, ready to come to their aid at any moment. So, how exactly did they capture it?

"Yes, it must be Guo Jing who came out personally." Temujin involuntarily sank into deep recollection, the figure of that man from the past, who once manipulated lightning like a god descending to the human world, floating in his mind. That person seemed to breathe with heaven and earth, dancing with lightning, his every gesture filled with boundless majesty and power. Every one of his movements seemed capable of shaking heaven and earth, summoning thunder and lightning.

If he exerted his full strength, then the Revolutionary Army very likely would have captured Wulahai City.

Of course, the most critical point was that he had not expected the Revolutionary Army's actions to be so fast; tens of thousands of troops gathered and rushed to Wulahai City, breaking the city in a single day and night.

Tens of thousands of troops cut off from supplies were an isolated army; the most critical point was that the troops under his command were the Qinsheng Army used by Western Xia for war, with very few remaining combat-ready soldiers in the country. If even Wulahai City itself was captured in a single day and night, then what about the other cities and passes?

A huge shock swept through Temujin's mind like a violent storm; he felt as if he were amidst towering waves and surging billows, unable to control himself. However, Temujin knew deeply that panic and helplessness at this moment would only plunge him into a deeper predicament, so he quickly adjusted his breathing and forced himself to calm down.

He closed his eyes tightly, focusing his attention on the depths of his heart, striving to eliminate external disturbances. His thinking gradually became clear, and he began to analyze the current situation in an orderly manner. He knew that only by thinking calmly could he find a countermeasure and stand firm amidst this sudden shock.

Now that Guo Jing was leading troops to rush Wulahai City, he would not simply be cutting off supply lines; rather, his goal was to trap the main forces of Western Xia on the grasslands. He only needed to send a small number of troops to block them by relying on firearms and strategic passes.

The remaining troops could follow him as he drove straight in to annihilate Western Xia and capture the Western Xia monarch alive, after all, the remaining troops of Western Xia could only be described as incapable of withstanding a single blow.

However, since Guo Jing personally led a large army to campaign against Western Xia, the other tribes on the grasslands must necessarily be empty and unable to practice scorched earth tactics; then I can take this opportunity to attack these tribes.

"Brothers, I just received news that Wulahai City has been captured. I believe you have all witnessed their firearms these past few days. We cannot take the passes, but since they personally led a large army, the grasslands must now be empty of troops; this is a great opportunity for us to break through. When these tribes belong to us, the armies within Western Xia will surely collapse without needing to be attacked."

"Brothers, for our families not to be slaughtered, I need you to bravely raise your sabers and charge at the enemy without fear of life or death."

Tens of thousands of Western Xia iron cavalry shouted in unison, shaking heaven and earth, like the overwhelming force of Lei Ting. It must be said that Temujin was truly a generation's prodigy; his heroic and fierce posture was enough to make heaven and earth lose their color. With just a few passionate words, he made the army, whose morale had been low and nearly on the verge of collapse, ignite with unprecedented fighting spirit, as if reborn from fire, facing death without fear, and unstoppable.

Amidst these passionate shouts, the Western Xia iron cavalry seemed to transform into rivers of steel, charging forward in a mighty wave. The determination in their eyes flashed, as if they intended to crush any enemy blocking their path. Temujin stood at the very front; his figure appeared even taller and more imposing under the sunlight, and his voice, like a great bronze bell, resonated in the heart of every warrior.

At this moment, the Western Xia iron cavalry seemed to forget fatigue and fear; in their hearts, there was only one belief—to move forward bravely for their families!

But then there was no "then"; courage and belief were shattered by Nie Huaishang using eighty 107 rocket launchers.

The formulation of any tactic is deeply rooted in past combat experience like a towering tree. However, for the brave and warlike Temujin, although his experience was certainly rich, facing the unknown changes of the battlefield, he still felt a shock unprecedented.

He had seen bows with a range of over a hundred paces, their arrows streaking across the sky like meteors with shocking power; he had also witnessed guns at a distance of five or six hundred paces, the flame and roar from their muzzles seeming capable of tearing the air. Furthermore, he had even heard of the legendary crossbow with a range reaching sixteen hundred paces; although he had never seen it with his own eyes, its immense power was enough to inspire awe.

However, for a weapon capable of firing an astonishing eight thousand six hundred paces, he had truly never heard of it, and a shock indescribable by words surged in his heart. This weapon not only had a range so far it was jaw-dropping, but its power was so strong it could make any enemy tremble in fear. Moreover, its firing frequency was abnormally fast; it seemed that every time the trigger was pulled, a destructive force was released instantly, leaving people staring in disbelief.

Explosion after explosion, sudden as thunder, erupted within the great army, shaking the soul of every soldier. As the sound of explosions continued to ring out, more and more people scattered on the ground like broken pottery, their figures blurred amidst dust and gunpowder smoke. The sea of fire, like a ferocious giant beast, ruthlessly devoured those lives unable to escape, dragging them into a scorching vortex.

In this terrifying and chaotic scene, the tens of thousands of Western Xia iron cavalry finally collapsed. They had once been famous worldwide for their iron will and tenacious fighting spirit, but at this moment, facing this unstoppable disaster, their hearts were occupied by fear and despair. Soldiers scattered and fled in all directions; some cried out searching for companions, while others collapsed on the ground, unable to move. The entire battlefield fell into chaos and despair.