Chapter 19: Yellow-mouthed child, horses trampling thousands of troops

"Lu Jiaxuan, you are stupid."

"Actually daring to lead the masses out of the city to face thirty thousand Iron Pagodas directly, this is simply seeking your own death."

Wang Yang stood on the high platform, overlooking the eight thousand Lu Family Army soldiers ready to go at the Ximen, his heart churning with indescribable anger and helplessness.

"Lu Jiaxuan, how could he have such a crazy behavior?"

The Nanmen opened wide, and countless volunteer armies dispersed like a tide.

But Wang Yang's face was very calm.

He had long since perceived the hearts of the various volunteer armies; their fear of the Northern Wind was all within his expectations.

Wang Yang was determined to die; if the city was there, he was there.

However!

The Lu Family Army, this army once known for its bravery, combat effectiveness, and steady use of troops, had experienced another change today.

Lu Jiaxuan, this general who was cautious and experienced in using troops, how could he be so impulsive and reckless today?

Wang Yang's heart was full of confusion and pain.

He did not want to see the Lu Family Army, this true iron army resisting the North, perish so easily.

This was not worth it!

He turned around, his gaze falling on a big man carrying a broadsword behind him.

This person was a famous Jianghu Grandmaster—the 'General Sword' Ouyang Jingyu.

Ouyang Jingyu was his personal guard, loyal and righteous, and this time he was also willing to stay until the city fell.

Wang Yang also regarded him as a true friend.

"Jingyu, do they have any chance of winning this time out of the city?"

Ouyang Jingyu shook his head.

"The Iron Tie Futu are all clad in heavy armor, like moving fortresses, not something human power can resist!"

"Even for me, facing the charge of one hundred Iron Pagodas, I would only have to retreat, and my life might even be in danger."

Wang Yang nodded silently; he already had the answer in his heart.

At this time, a deputy general hurried over and whispered: "General, it is said that this battle tactic of leaving the city was created by General Lu's eldest son, Lu Chen."

Hearing this, Wang Yang gripped the railing tightly, a flash of anger in his eyes.

He snorted coldly and said:

"That yellow-mouthed child is just a paper-talker; how could he know the terror of the Iron Tie Futu?"

"Alas, the dignified Lu Family Army is going to perish at the words of a brat."

Wang Yang looked below the city.

Thirty thousand Iron Pagodas were moving forward in an orderly manner.

Arranged on both sides, galloping like thunder.

The clanging sound of armor plates colliding was endless.

Tens of thousands of armored soldiers were like one body, as majestic as a mountain; looking from afar, one could only see a sea of black heads.

On the city wall, the defending soldiers were all gasping in cold air.

Even Ouyang Jingyu's eyes narrowed.

Tuoba Shuyi mobilized all his troops to charge the Ximen.

Wang Yang sighed in his heart.

Since the Ximen just opened and the Nanmen volunteer armies fled.

It had already been declared that Hulao Pass was broken.

"Heaven is destroying my Great Daqing!"

Yu Ke looked at the simulation light screen with burning eyes.

【In the autumn of the twentieth year, the Northern Wind arrived at Hulao Pass, besieging the city for four days; the volunteer armies fled at the sight, only the Lu Family Army left the gates to fight.】

【Tuoba Shuyi's Iron Tie Futu were all clad in heavy armor, connected by leather ropes, three as a unit, called 'Bent Horses', sweeping across the North, none could stand against them.】

【The Lu Family Army came with eight thousand cavalry, flying infantry with hemp-cutting knives into the formation, not looking up, only hacking at the horses' feet. The Bent Horses were connected; if one horse fell, the other two could not move. The Lu Family Army fought hard, defeating them completely, fighting tens of thousands of enemies.】

This day, until the setting sun faded.

Wang Yang's hands were still trembling.

He stared outside the Ximen, where corpses were piled like mountains, blood flowed like rivers, and the scene was devastated.

The corpses were built into a monument of heads.

As the battle began, he went from initial unbearable pain to later astonishment and shock.

And now to the current magnificence and disbelief.

Wang Yang's withered lips trembled slightly, trying to spit out a few heavy words; finally, he whispered: "Won... won."

He repeated dreamily: "Won... won."

These two simple words hit his heart like a heavy hammer, making Wang Yang himself feel unbelievable.

Eight thousand against thirty thousand, this disparity in troop strength, they actually won.

And they were facing the invincible Iron Tie Futu!

A dignified defeat!

Wang Yang had a lump in his throat; he clenched his fists tightly.

His gaze fell on the fluttering banner at the Ximen; that banner was now stained red with blood, and the large 'Lu' character on it burned like a raging fire.

Ouyang Jingyu's chest was also surging, his whole body boiling with hot blood, his fighting spirit burning wildly.

He had already descended the city and joined the Lu Family Army.

The Lu Family Army now had only two thousand men left.

Although only two thousand men remained, they were all covered in blood, as if they had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Their armor was soaked with blood, and under their feet was thick mud and bloodstains.

Covered in blood, feet in mud.

The murderous aura rising to the sky, like the eyes of tigers and wolves, was chilling.

Suddenly, a high-pitched shout pierced the sky:

"Lu Family Army, invincible!" This voice was as shocking as thunder.

Following this shout, more and more defenders joined the ranks of the Lu Family Army.

"Lu Family Army, invincible!"

"Lu Family Army, invincible."

Amidst these earth-shaking shouts, Lu Yu said loudly.

"Brothers, today follow me to trample thousands of troops."

The heroic roar shook ten miles.

Inside the Northern Wind's main tent, there was dead silence, and the oppressive atmosphere was suffocating. Some generals were even shocked to the point of losing their voices, only able to mutter to themselves:

"How is this possible!"

Tuoba Shuyi's face was already livid, his teeth tightly clenched, making a clacking sound.

"Eight thousand against our thirty thousand Iron Pagodas, plus ten thousand infantry, and they actually... it's all over."

When two armies face each other, once the formation is chaotic, they are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

The Lu Family Army, facing the tide of iron cavalry, could actually dismount and cut the horses' legs, holding a determination to die, showing such fearless courage, which had already terrified the army.

Tuoba Shuyi only felt his chest was suddenly suffocated to the extreme, and he had a mouthful of stagnant blood to spit out, almost fainting.

The thirty thousand Iron Pagodas were not only the most elite heavy cavalry under his command, but also his confidence in deterring the world.

Now, the entire army was wiped out.

He took a few deep breaths before recovering.

The large table in front of him had already been overturned, the generals in the tent also had solemn faces, and the guards did not dare to breathe loudly.

"The military situation is chaotic; lingering in battle will only lead to greater losses." Tuoba Shuyi said angrily.

"Crowding together will only make us targets for the enemy. Pass the order down: prohibit the sounding of the gong to retreat, so as not to cause chaos in morale. Immediately mobilize six thousand light cavalry as reinforcements, retreat ten miles, and reorganize the military formation."

The generals in the tent nodded one after another, expressing admiration for Tuoba Shuyi's decision.

In such a critical situation, he could still remain calm.

Someone quickly took the order to go and meet them.

However, at this moment, a scout rushed into the main tent.

"Report!" The scout's voice was full of tension, "The Lu Family Army is bringing four thousand cavalry and has already killed their way over!"

Once these words were spoken, the tent was in an uproar.

The generals stood up one after another, their faces full of shock and disbelief.

Tuoba Shuyi narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze full of coldness.

"Urging the enemy at the front, what great courage."

"Report!" The scout's voice sounded again.

"The Lu Family Army has joined forces with Wang Yang's defenders, totaling twenty thousand, and is fiercely attacking!"

"They have already continuously broken our Fish Scale, Eight Gates, and Crane Wing formations!"

Hearing this news, Tuoba Shuyi exhaled, his face gloomy.

He knew that the Lu Family Army's morale was now like a rainbow, unstoppable, while their soldiers had already had their courage stolen.

Cannot fight anymore!

So!

He decisively ordered: "Order the whole army to retreat, using our military tent as a banner to confuse the enemy. At the same time, mobilize another team to feint an attack on Hulao Pass, drawing the Lu Family Army back to reinforce. If they return to reinforce, we can retreat; if they don't, we can take the opportunity to take Hulao Pass."

"Also!"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Tuoba Shuyi's eyes.

"Go and invite Zen Master Long Shu; when the two armies are fighting, make sure he brings back Lu Jiaxuan's head."

"Yes, Sixth Prince."

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