Chapter 76: The Famous Daye General Wanyan Yi, A Crushing Defeat

Xiao Dabao, clad in armor, strode up to Xiao Moting.

"Prince, the Daye Army has begun to defend!"

Xiao Moting nodded.

"Wanyan Yi is truly a famous general; even with his troops scattered, he can still quickly adjust his formation and deploy defenses."

"Take advantage of the Daye Army's chaos and have Wang Ziyi close the city gates."

The surging river water had split the Daye Army in two.

The Daye Army troops who had crossed the river were trapped on the opposite bank, like a swarm of headless flies.

Of the remaining troops, some were swept away by the river, leaving about a hundred thousand, who under Wanyan Yi's command, quickly formed a defensive line.

But these hundred-plus thousand men were no longer a threat to the Beijiang Army.

Xiao Moting shouted in a deep voice.

"Pass on my order: all Beijiang Army troops, charge into battle!"

"For every military tag of a Daye soldier, I will reward one jin of white rice! Merit will be rewarded after the battle!"

Daye soldiers wore iron military tags engraved with their names to facilitate identification when collecting bodies after the battle.

All the Beijiang Army troops raised their weapons in unison and charged forward with a roar.

Having held their ground just moments ago, enduring the mockery and provocations of the Daye Army, they were all bursting with frustration and eager to kill the enemy with their own hands!

Countless Iron Pagoda cavalry had been swept away, with fewer than eight thousand remaining.

The cavalry charging at the very front had not even reached the Beijiang Army when they saw the enemy suddenly pull out strange long sickles and, from several zhang away, slash directly at the horses' legs!

The sharp sickles severed the horses' legs.

The cavalry could not even run forward before they were flipped onto the ground!

Immediately after, the Beijiang Army rushed forward, wielding sharp long awls, and stabbed fiercely.

"Ah!"

The cavalry only had time to let out a single scream before being stabbed to death on the spot.

The long awls pierced through the gaps in their armor, penetrating their bodies.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the heavy cavalrymen fell from their horses one after another and were stabbed to death on the ground.

Wanyan Yi watched, the veins on his forehead bulging and his eyes bloodshot.

His Iron Pagoda heavy cavalry had always been the overlords of the snowy plains, charging and crashing through everything, invincible in battle!

Yet, they were being slaughtered by the Beijiang Army until men and horses were overturned.

And they couldn't even strike a single person!

A whole section of the cavalry troop had died, yet the Beijiang Army had only suffered a dozen or so casualties.

Wanyan Yi roared.

"Xiao Moting, where on earth did you get so many strange weapons?"

"Order the entire army to attack! Whoever kills Xiao Moting will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold!"

His prized heavy cavalry was ruined, but he still had infantry!

Even with only a hundred thousand men left, they could still wipe out the sixty-thousand-strong Beijiang Army!

Xiao Moting's gaze was icy as he sat on his horse, scanning the battlefield.

Wanyan Yi was a famous Daye general who had never lost a battle; he could not underestimate the enemy and had to command the overall situation from the rear, ready to issue orders at any time.

He saw the Daye cavalry falling one after another, while the infantry behind them surged up like a tide, thick and dense.

Xiao Moting narrowed his eyes, a flash of sharp light passing through them.

"Want to use a disparity in numbers to fight the Beijiang Army in a war of attrition?"

"Wanyan Yi, you have made your second mistake!"

He ordered in a deep voice.

"General Han, fire the Bed Crossbows!"

Whoosh!

The tents were pulled back, revealing the Bed Crossbows hidden inside.

Han Guiying stood beside the Bed Crossbows, sternly supervising the battle.

The female soldiers, in groups of three, lifted the giant bolts onto the Bed Crossbows, then five of them together pulled the mechanism to launch the giant bolts.

They practiced every day and shot more accurately than archers, specifically aiming at areas where the enemy was thickest.

The giant bolts, as thick as an arm, carried a powerful wind as they shot into the enemy ranks.

Wherever they struck, the enemy suffered heavy casualties.

Some giant bolts even pierced through five or six enemy soldiers at once, pinning them to the ground like candied haws.

The Daye Army's iron armor was like paper before the giant bolts.

Some were struck through the chest, their internal organs spilling out, blood flowing all over the ground.

In an instant, screams erupted everywhere.

Such a terrifying weapon had explosive lethality!

The nearby Daye soldiers were terrified and fled in all directions.

A soldier rushed up to the watchtower to report to Xiao Moting.

"Prince, Shennü Daren has sent more weapons; arrows, giant bolts, Armor-piercing Guns... she has them all!"

Xiao Moting's cold, sharp eyes revealed a trace of gratitude and warmth.

He feared nothing and pressed forward with courage!

It was all because she stood behind him.

"Distribute them immediately, replenish the weapons!"

Xiao Dabao ran over happily, carrying a string of bloody military dog tags.

"Prince, I killed several enemy soldiers; can I trade their heads for Ham Sausage?"

He was covered in blood, wearing a Bulletproof Vest under his armor, and had not suffered a single injury; it was all the blood of the Daye Army.

On the battlefield, it was littered with the corpses of the Daye Army, and smoke from gunfire rose everywhere.

Xiao Moting raised his head and looked in the direction of Wanyan Yi, the corners of his lips curling into a proud arc!

His handsome face was filled with the joy of a youth.

Wanyan Yi, who had never known defeat and was hailed as a "famous general of Daye," would be defeated at the hands of him, a twenty-two-year-old.

"Shennü Daren, it is you who brought victory to the Beijiang Army!"

"This glory belongs to you!"

Watching as the Beijiang Army slaughtered the Daye Army as if harvesting crops.

Wanyan Yi gripped his Long Sword handle tightly, his face turning pale.

He had miscalculated again!

Chishu stumbled over, covered in blood.

"Prince, that Wang Ziyi took advantage of the chaos to close the city gates and hid on the city walls to fire cold arrows, shooting our soldiers!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse.

The barbarians were not skilled in water, and more than half of his twenty thousand barbarian soldiers were washed away by the river, while the rest were wiped out by the Beijiang Army.

Wanyan Yi's vision went black, and he nearly fell to the ground.

He muttered.

"I... have actually been defeated by this greenhorn Xiao Moting..."

Wanyan Yi raised his head and looked into the distance in despair.

A pale crescent moon hung quietly in the sky, illuminating the blood-stained earth.

Corpses everywhere, smoke rising all around, thick smoke billowing...

In the river, countless drowned Daye soldiers floated.

This battle had been fought from dawn until dusk.

In just one day, his three-hundred-thousand-strong army had been reduced to only a little over one hundred thousand.

The Deputy General rushed forward and knelt, weeping and pleading.

"Prince, please order a retreat!"

Wanyan Yi closed his eyes, regret filling his chest.

He was world-renowned, having fought over a hundred victorious battles without a single defeat.

Yet today, he had suffered such a crushing defeat.

What face did he have left to return to his country?

Wanyan Yi was overcome with grief and indignation; he drew his Long Sword, intending to commit suicide.

The Deputy General rushed forward and held him back firmly.

Several generals knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly.

"Prince, as long as the green hills remain, there is no need to worry about firewood!"

"Isn't it just one Xiao Moting? We have our moles in Shengjing; let the moles petition Emperor Xuanjing to issue an imperial decree to kill Xiao Moting!"

"If that doesn't work, we can still form an alliance with the Rakshasa Kingdom! The Rakshasa Kingdom has a Matchlock Team that is said to never miss a shot and is invincible in the world."

Wanyan Yi was dejected and was forcibly dragged away by the Deputy Generals.

Chishu stood stunned for a moment, then immediately followed.

His twenty thousand barbarian soldiers had all been killed in battle.

Now, he had no way out.

Chishu gritted his teeth.

"Witch, it must be you using your sorcery again..."

Puchi!

Before Chishu could finish his sentence, he froze on the spot.

He slowly lowered his head and saw a blood-stained Triangular Military Dagger piercing through his chest.

It had entered from his back and pierced through his chest.

Behind him, a youth's voice devoid of any emotion rang out.

"Insulting Shennü Daren, die!"