Chapter 1248: First Volume, Chapter 1248: The Battlefield Situation Reverses

First Volume, Chapter 1248: The Battlefield Situation Reverses

As the battle dragged on, Zhao Yuxiong noticed his bodyguards dwindling; at that moment, he felt a searing pain in his shoulder—he had been ambushed by an enemy.

A long Bone Hammer struck directly onto Zhao Yuxiong's shoulder.

Fortunately, Zhao Yuxiong's Armor was thick enough to prevent his bones from shattering, yet even so, the pain made him grimace.

Even though he was fearless and unmatched in valor, he was still flesh and blood.

Zhao Yuxiong swung his Long Spear Halberd backward, impaling the ambushers, then staggered several steps back, leaning on his Long Spear Halberd as he gasped for breath; his bloodshot eyes blazed with killing intent, yet mostly held despair.

"I shouldn't die here!"

"The people of Shedynasty haven't yet lived well—how can I spill my blood on this battlefield?"

Zhao Yuxiong recalled Li Lang, who had fought to the death against the Northern Di; he let out a roar—he refused to be another Li Lang who died before achieving victory.

"Kill! Kill! Kill them all!"

Zhao Yuxiong swung his Long Spear Halberd again, but each swing grew slower and weaker.

At this desperate moment, a cheer erupted behind him.

"What?"

Before Zhao Yuxiong could turn, his bodyguard, tears streaming down his face, cried: "General! Reinforcements have arrived!"

Reinforcements? How could there be reinforcements now?

Zhao Yuxiong had come from the Frontline Camp—he knew better than anyone that no unit could possibly be spared to reinforce them.

Was this an illusion?

When Zhao Yuxiong turned in disbelief, he saw, truly, a unit advancing steadily toward him.

Their advance was slow; even as the front turned into chaos, this unit showed no haste, marching with calm, measured steps.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuxiong did not grow angry—he felt sudden joy.

For such a marching style was purely to conserve strength, and only Elite Heavy Infantry would move with such caution.

Judging by their size, Zhao Yuxiong immediately deduced this reinforcement force contained at least four hundred Elite Heavy Infantry.

"Hold firm!"

"Hold your ground! Wait until the reinforcements take the line before withdrawing!"

Under Zhao Yuxiong's order, the main force fought even more fiercely, knowing that if they held just a little longer, their Elite Heavy Infantry would relieve them.

After about one cup of tea time, five hundred Tianji Camp Guards, arranged in three platoons, formed a tight formation and finally reached the front line.

"Fall back!"

Zhao Yuxiong roared; the main force, locked in standoff with the enemy, immediately broke off combat and withdrew through the flanks of the Heavy Armor Battalion.

The Heavy Armor Battalion, shaped like a triangle, drove straight in like a blade, and as the main force retreated, it gradually spread out, firmly blocking the enemy tide.

The first hundred Tianji Camp Guards, wielding Great Shields, formed a wall of steel that halted the enemy's advance by even half a step.

The second platoon of Tianji Camp Guards, armed with Long-Handled Axes or Long-handled Greatswords, slashed downward through the gaps between the shields.

Any enemy struck by the Great Axe or Long-handled Greatsword—whether armored or not—lost combat effectiveness instantly.

The third platoon of Tianji Camp Guards wielded Long Spear Halberds, thrusting horizontally through the gaps left by the first two ranks.

The three platoons formed an impregnable wall of crushing force; facing dozens of times their number, they were not pushed back—they began advancing methodically.

Beyond these three platoons, over a hundred Tianji Camp Guards remained as Rear Guard; their duty was to plug gaps—if any comrades fell or collapsed, they would immediately step forward to maintain the line.

The battlefield, long locked in stalemate, was torn open by these five hundred Tianji Camp Guards, turning into a one-sided massacre.

Behind the Tianji Camp Guards stood a thousand Servant Soldiers!

These thousand Servant Soldiers each had their roles: Bow Infantry and Logistics Personnel were protected in the center, with Light Infantry and Spearmen extending behind them, and Shield Soldiers guarding the rear.

Thus, the enemy could no longer launch a stealth attack on the Heavy Armor Battalion's rear.

Meanwhile, the Bow Infantry continuously launched arrows in parabolic shooting.

Soon, screams filled the entire battlefield.

In just one incense stick time since entering the battlefield, the Heavy Armor Battalion had killed over a thousand enemies!

Because the Veteran Soldiers of Nan Jing had been tactically withdrawn; the troops now fighting were ten thousand New Recruits sent from Gusu City.

These New Recruits were being mowed down like grass before the Heavy Armor Battalion formed by Tianji Camp Guards.

"What the hell is going on?! Why is the enemy's assault so fierce?!"

"We have absolute numerical superiority—why can't we hold them?!"

"We can't hold! Run, ah!"

"Where are our Elite Heavy Infantry? Why are you still standing there? Send them up immediately! Without Elite Heavy Infantry, are we supposed to fight their Heavy Armor head-on?!"

Zhang Ke, commander of the Heavy Armor Battalion, kept shouting battle cries.

"Advance! Kill!"

"One-Strike Victory—crush their Enemy Camp!"

As the Heavy Armor Battalion surged forward, a messenger, panicked and disoriented, rushed to Lin Zhao.

"General! Disaster! The enemy's reinforcements have arrived—they're Elite Heavy Infantry!"

"The enemy's Heavy Armor is too fierce—we cannot resist! The ten thousand we just sent up are nearly broken."

What?!

Lin Zhao could not believe his ears—he had been certain of victory; all he needed was to outlast Qin Feng until he collapsed.

At this deadline, where in the world had Qin Feng dug up an Elite Heavy Infantry unit?

Lin Zhao's face turned pale; those New Recruits could never hold back Qin Feng's Elite Heavy Infantry.

"Quick! Beidi War Command—immediately mobilize all our Elite Heavy Infantry to block them!"

The messenger's face was ashen, nearly wailing.

"Our Elite Heavy Infantry have suffered heavy losses and are scattered across various camps, making it impossible to regroup them into a coherent force."

For Lin Zhao, these words were like a thunderclap to the head.

On the Battlefield, nothing is more essential than Elite Heavy Infantry; if the enemy has Heavy Armor and we do not, we can only be crushed under their blows.

Only two types of forces can defeat Elite Heavy Infantry: one is a large army with absolute numerical superiority and unshakable Morale; the other is another Elite Heavy Infantry unit.

Although Lin Zhao's army is numerous, all are exhausted, their Morale is low, and more than half are New Recruits sent from Gusu City.

To expect these men to hold back Qin Feng's Elite Heavy Infantry is nothing short of a fantasy.

"Damn it! Is all of this Qin Feng's scheme?"

"First, he wore down our Elite Heavy Infantry, then sent out his own to strike us down with One-Strike Victory?"

"Qin Feng, Qin Feng—your cunning is far too deep!"