Chapter 1232: First Volume, Chapter 1232: Xu Mo in Dire Straits

First Volume, Chapter 1232: Xu Mo in Dire Straits

Since Qin Feng arrived in Gusu City, this was the first time both sides had erupted into a battle of such intensity.

To crush the enemy army, Qin Feng sent out nearly every available unit, leaving only his personal guards behind.

Meanwhile, Xu Mo on the Eastern Front was already locked in a desperate struggle.

He felt the enemy forces around him growing ever thicker; all eight thousand of his soldiers had been deployed, and flames raged in every direction.

Logically, it was Gusu City that was surrounded, and the Gusu City Garrison should have been the ones besieged—but now the situation was reversed: Xu Mo himself was under siege.

His brow furrowed tightly as he realized the gravity of the situation and immediately ordered his troops to regroup.

But it was already too late; before the messenger could even leave, deafening cries of battle erupted from the southeast.

Riding his horse and commanding the battle, Xu Mo turned swiftly toward the sound and saw an enemy force charging straight toward him.

This enemy unit was substantial—estimated at several hundred men!

Any force penetrating deep into the Enemy Camp must consist of Dead Soldiers, so several hundred was already a formidable number.

The soldiers and guards stationed around Xu Mo immediately engaged, forming a defensive line.

Watching the slaughter so close at hand, Xu Mo remained utterly calm; these few hundred Dead Soldiers believed they could assassinate him through surprise—pure fantasy.

Still, Xu Mo summoned his Deputy General and demanded coldly: "How did the enemy reach this position? Has our battle line been breached?"

The Deputy General frowned deeply, his expression grim: "General, it's less that our formation has been torn apart… than that our forces can no longer hold."

Xu Mo had long known his own army was in dire straits, but he had always believed he still held control.

Only when the enemy Dead Soldiers had reached his very doorstep did he finally realize how dire the situation had become.

If the Eastern Front fell, it would endanger the entire Gusu City battlefield—and possibly render Qin Feng's entire strategic deployment useless.

Xu Mo immediately began rallying his troops, only to discover they were all hopelessly entangled—unable to withdraw.

Xu Mo could not help exclaim: "How many enemies are there around here?!"

"No! The Powerful Clans of Nan Jing must have already moved, coordinating with Gusu City in Bandit Collaboration…"

Almost the instant he realized this, the cry of his guard rang in his ears.

"Protect General Xu and retreat at once!"

What?!

Xu Mo turned sharply and saw his guards holding back the Dead Soldiers were on the verge of collapse.

At first, there were only a few hundred—now there were over a thousand, and they kept multiplying?!

Clearly, the Powerful Clans of Nan Jing intended to break through the Eastern Front, crush Xu Mo, and thereby shatter Qin Feng's strategic plan.

Xu Mo made his decision instantly: "Listen well—no one retreats a single step! Hold the DefensiveLine at all costs!"

"Hold for one Envoy if you can—if we fall back, Qin Wang's forces will be hit by a Flank Attack. The consequences will be unthinkable."

Though every Deputy General and Guard Captain begged Xu Mo to flee while there was still time,

Xu Mo's resolve was absolute—he must stand like a nail, rooted here, defending the line to the death.

Xu Mo led from the front, dismounted, seized a Ji Zhan spear, and under the protection of his guards, plunged into direct combat with the enemy.

More and more enemies appeared before Xu Mo, while his personal guards dwindled steadily.

From eight hundred at the start, they had been reduced to fewer than three hundred.

Even Xu Mo nearly took an arrow to the chest—but he showed no sign of retreat, roaring: "Kill!"

"For Shedynasty! For Qin Wang! Even if we bleed out on this battlefield, what does it matter?!"

Xu Mo roared as he swung his Ji Zhan spear, cleaving through every enemy who charged forward.

Xu Mo, no doubt one of Beixi County's Main Generals, possessed undeniable Combat Effectiveness—every strike claimed a life.

Protected by fifty heavily armored guards, Xu Mo fought like a war god, his surroundings piling higher with enemy corpses.

Yet no matter how heroic Xu Mo was, he could not alter the outcome.

They were completely encircled by the enemy army; unless a miracle occurred, defeat was certain.

Xu Mo, heaving heavy breaths while gripping his Ji Zhan spear, stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"This… how is this possible?"

"Why has the situation deteriorated so rapidly?"

"Are all these enemy troops simply falling from the sky?!"

Xu Mo had been caught utterly off guard; the endless waves of enemies had surpassed his limits—he still had no idea where they had even come from.

At that moment, a torrent of arrows rained down upon Xu Mo like a deluge.

His surrounding guards raised their Shields, pressed tightly together, forming a shield wall to protect Xu Mo from the enemy arrows.

With this, the guards could no longer spare a hand to fend off the enemy Ji Zhan troops closing in from all sides.

"For Qin Wang!"

The guards' roars echoed constantly in Xu Mo's ears—he knew each cry meant another guard had fallen.

Xu Mo's eyes grew redder by the second; he glared at the enemy, ready to die alongside them.

"General, to die at your side is no regret."

"Protecting Qin Wang's Flank is our duty—now that our DefensiveLine has been shattered, what honor do we have left to live for?"

"Comrades, even if we spill our last drop of blood, we must make the enemy feel our might!"

"Right! We are soldiers of Beixi County—we will never bow to the Rebel Party!"

Seeing the few remaining guards around him, Xu Mo accepted his fate—he no longer hesitated, and let out a thunderous roar.

"Comrades, follow me! Even if we die, we'll take as many Rebel Party scum with us as we can!"

The guards responded in unison, charging outward with Xu Mo—blood sprayed everywhere; within mere breaths, his guards were reduced to only ten.

These ten were all Servant Soldiers armed with Great Shields, forming a wall around Xu Mo to withstand the enemy's tidal assault.

Only Xu Mo, wielding a long spear, continuously fought back against the countless enemies outside.

"Come on!"

"Even if I die, I'll take you all down with me!"

Xu Mo let out a thunderous roar, gritting his teeth, slashing fiercely, his eyes already stained red with blood.

At this critical moment, a deafening Scream suddenly came from the west.

Xu Mo turned toward the sound and froze—he didn't know when the Black Riders had arrived, and the one leading them was… Qin Feng?!