Chapter 385: I, Yuan Zhi, Will Never Admit Defeat

The intense explosion knocked Yuan Zhi to the ground as well.

Fortunately, he was wearing heavy armor and was not injured.

The massive explosion caused the ground to tremble incessantly; Yuan Zhi lay on the ground, roaring in terror.

"What on earth is happening?"

His roar was drowned out by the deafening sound of the explosion!

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Several cannonballs flew over and landed in the dense Yuan Shi Army, instantly blowing away a large swath of troops and horses.

The scene was one of chaos, with the screams of soldiers, the neighing of horses, and the massive explosions all blending together.

Crash!

Debris blasted into the sky rained down like raindrops, covering Yuan Zhi.

He gasped in fear, unable to believe his own eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the Yuan Family Army formation, which had been so imposing just moments ago, was instantly thrown into chaos, with death and injury everywhere!

It was like a pot of boiling water suddenly poured into an anthill, with corpses strewn across the field.

Before Yuan Zhi's eyes, there was nothing but rubble and bloody, severed limbs...

Warhorses blown to death and soldiers with their limbs blown off were everywhere.

Thick smoke billowed all around, and the sounds of screaming and crying soared to the heavens!

"Xiao Moting, is this your sorcery?" Yuan Zhi was filled with hatred and rage; he dug his fingers into the ground, gritted his teeth, and looked up ahead.

No!

It was not Xiao Moting!

Amidst the sky-filling dust kicked up by the massive shockwave, Yuan Zhi saw a woman standing in front of the opposing army.

In the gale stirred up by the explosions, her hair and skirt danced proudly.

The woman's figure was petite and slender, with several generals standing quietly behind her.

Zhang Yu, Qin Zhan, Xiao Lujing... these highly skilled leaders all stood behind her, hands hanging at their sides, their posture exceptionally respectful.

Yuan Zhi's eyes turned red, and a flash of confusion crossed his mind.

Was it actually a woman commanding this battle?

How could this be?

Through the smoke and dust, he could not see the woman's face clearly, only that her eyes were exceptionally bright, like the morning star at dawn.

Someone walked out from the smoke and dust.

Through the haze, Yuan Zhi saw.

Xiao Moting's tall figure, clad in armor, strode out from the smoke.

He walked up to the woman, then knelt on one knee and looked up at her.

The man's gaze, originally filled with biting murderous intent, turned gentle the moment he looked at the woman, carrying a trace of lingering attachment.

"General!"

Suddenly, a general rushed before him, blocking Yuan Zhi's line of sight.

Yuan Zhi recognized this as one of his capable subordinates.

However, the once imposing general was now covered in dust and blood; he flopped to his knees before Yuan Zhi, heartbroken.

"General Yuan, a woman has appeared among the enemy forces. She brought out a powerful weapon called the Red Barbarian Cannon, which has blown up countless Yuan Shi troops!"

Yuan Zhi muttered, "Red Barbarian Cannon?"

He had never seen this thing before; what kind of weapon could it be to have the power of Heavenly Thunder!

Boom!

In the distance, the sound of the Cannon exploding came again.

Immediately following, the Yuan Shi troops in that direction were blown away in another swath, and screams erupted everywhere.

The general roared amidst the cannon fire, "What should we do now? Please give the order, General Yuan!"

"Retreat!" someone covered in blood rushed forward. "General Sun and General Wu have already been blown to death; the army has no one to command it and is in complete disarray!"

Yuan Zhi's gaze passed over the general and looked ahead.

In the billowing smoke, the woman's figure was no longer visible.

He suddenly clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with bone-deep hatred.

"Xiao Moting is still alive; he is not dead, I cannot retreat!"

He had been competitive since childhood; in military trials, he had to win against his opponent no matter what.

This time, Yuan Canghai had originally wanted him to lead the troops to wipe out Xiao Moting, but it was he who had volunteered to lead the troops personally to take Xiao Moting's head.

"I made a Military Order before my uncle Yuan Canghai that I would definitely bring back Xiao Moting's head." Yuan Zhi gritted his teeth, bloodshot veins bursting in his eyes. "I want to prove myself to my uncle and let the world know that I, Yuan Zhi, am the true War God and will never lose to Xiao Moting!"

"But the enemy's cannon fire is truly fierce; thousands of the thirty thousand Yannan Army are already dead, we simply cannot win."

"Cannot win?" Yuan Zhi took a deep breath and stood up from the ground.

He glanced at the general beside him and suddenly kicked him hard.

"Useless trash! I, Yuan Zhi, will never admit defeat!"

"Xiao Moting only has less than two thousand men, while I brought an army of thirty thousand. If I were to be defeated by him, wouldn't I be a laughingstock to the world?"

"So what if they have the Red Barbarian Cannon? We have so many troops that even if we just pile our corpses on them, we will crush them to death!"

The general was kicked to the ground by him and could not get up for a long time.

Yuan Zhi stood tall, gritted his teeth, and then roared sternly.

"Pass the order down: split the troops into three routes and charge in from the left, the right, and the rear!"

No matter how powerful the Red Barbarian Cannon is, it can only attack from the front!

He has many troops under his command; as long as he bypasses the range of the Red Barbarian Cannon and circles around to flank them, he does not believe he cannot kill Xiao Moting.

……

In the courtyard.

A soldier of the Northern Frontier Army was holding the Remote Controller for the Drone, nervously monitoring the battle.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he shouted out.

"Not good, the Yuan Family Army has changed their tactics; they are going to flank us from the left, right, and rear!"

Everyone's expression changed.

The courtyard was surrounded by high walls, and the Red Barbarian Cannon was placed at the entrance, firing Cannonballs from the front to meet the enemy.

If the enemy troops climbed over the walls from the left, right, and rear, they would bypass the range of the Cannon.

The enemy troops were numerous, while the number of Cannons was limited; if they split up to fire Cannonballs in several directions, it would disperse their firepower and they would be unable to stop the enemy troops at all.

"Prince of Northern Pacification, what should we do now?" Zhang Yu was impatient and immediately asked Xiao Moting for a strategy.

However, Xiao Moting did not answer, but instead turned his head to look at Bai Wei with a calm gaze.

He cupped his hands in a salute toward Bai Wei.

"Shennü Daren, please give your orders."

Zhang Yu was stunned, then immediately scratched his head in embarrassment.

He had been muddled.

The commander directing this battle was not Xiao Moting, but Bai.

Bai Wei looked up and surveyed the surroundings.

The courtyard was surrounded by high walls on three sides; these were both obstacles trapping them and the only defensive line blocking the enemy troops.

"The Yuan Family Army is breaking in!"

A shout rang out from the crowd.

On the walls all around, soldiers of the Yuan Family Army had already climbed up and were jumping down, scrambling to be the first.

"Move forward to meet the enemy!" Zhang Yu roared immediately, commanding the Peasant Army to take up their Long Swords and go up to fight the Yuan Family Army soldiers who had climbed in.

Qin Zhan gripped his broadsword tightly and said, panting, "The Yuan Family Army has set up Cloud Ladders on the surrounding walls and sent in more archers; they want to force their way over the walls."

"I understand." Bai Wei nodded slightly, then narrowed her eyes, "Zhang Yu, have the Peasant Army retreat and form a Shield Array for defense! Qin Zhan, take the guns and shoot the Yuan Family Army soldiers climbing in; there is plenty of Ammunition."

The Fusang People had left behind over a dozen guns and a large batch of Ammunition.

In addition to the few crates of Ammunition placed in the courtyard, there was more in her Warehouse.