Chapter 465: General Luo's Clever Tactics

"Send the order: have Fei Tingxiong stop felling trees and assemble immediately! All infantry who can still wield swords and spears, move toward the central army! The rear unit becomes the front unit, using the mountains, rocks, and forest as cover, form a line! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

The order was relayed quickly; Fei Tingxiong, who was felling trees, froze for a moment, stared at the mountain of corpses piled beneath the wall and the soldiers still charging in vain, and roared fiercely, "Stop cutting! Grab your gear! Follow me! Wolves are coming from behind!"

The assault beneath the wall stalled, and a portion of the soldiers stopped bewildered, at a loss.

Wei Wenlie leapt up like thunder and shouted, "Who told them to stop?! Si Wushuang! What are you trying to do?!"

Si Wushuang spurred his horse to Wei Wenlie's side and said, "Prince! Luo Feng's main force has arrived! The vanguard cavalry will be here in an instant!"

If the rear formation is broken, we will be attacked from front and back, and in an instant the whole army will be annihilated! The Sword Gate Pass is hard to hold now; the immediate priority is to steady the line and first repel the pursuers!

Wei Wenlie's chest rose and fell violently as he looked at Si Wushuang's weary eyes, then at Zhao Kui, who stood ready on the wall, and a sense of helplessness welled up.

He thrust his long sword into the mud and roared, "Fine! First kill the Luo lunatic! Fei Tingxiong! Hold the rear for me!"

At that moment, the rapid sound of horse hooves came from the mountain path behind.

Immediately after, Luo Feng led the charge on horseback, followed by the murderous Ming Army cavalry!

Luo Feng instantly grasped the battlefield situation: corpses littered the ground beneath Sword Gate, Xiliang's remnants swarmed like headless flies, the rear formation was hastily gathering with a chaotic array.

Although his orders were to drive out the Xiliang troops, he had to admit this was a perfect chance; if they could strike from front and rear, they might not even need the troops from Tongguan, and we could take Wei Wenlie ourselves!

Such a heaven‑sent opportunity, Luo Feng naturally would not let slip.

"Zhang Honghong! Lead troops to pierce in from the left flank and disrupt their infantry! Everyone else, charge with me into the central army! Target! Wei Wenlie's royal banner!"

"Kill!"

Zhang Honghong raised her long spear, leading her cavalry unit to charge toward the infantry flank that Fei Tingxiong was gathering.

Luo Feng, gripping his horse's belly, led the elite cavalry straight into the chaotic central army of the Xiliang remnants!

There, Wei Wenlie's royal banner and carriage were clearly visible!

"Protect the Prince!"

Si Wushuang bellowed, and the cavalry beside him and the infantry of Fei Tingxiong that had just gathered instinctively surged toward the royal banner, trying to form a human wall.

But it was too late! Luo Feng's cavalry was too fast!

Puff! Puff!

The spear thrust straight through the leather armor; the hastily responding Xiliang infantry could not block the long‑awaited charge and were instantly ripped open with a huge gash.

Luo Feng's objective was crystal clear; he ignored the surrounding scattered troops, thrusting his spear left and right, carving a bloody path through the crowd, and lunged straight at the conspicuous royal carriage!

"Wei Wenlie! Give me your life!"

Luo Feng roared, his momentum astounding; no one under Xiliang could stand in his way.

Wei Wenlie watched Luo Feng charge, the blood‑dripping spear drawing nearer, and a chill surged from the soles of his feet up to his crown!

His personal guards roared and leapt to block, but fell like weeds under Luo Feng's spear.

"Protect the carriage! Protect the carriage!"

Wei Wenlie screamed in terror, instinctively trying to crawl into the carriage.

At the critical moment, a figure surged from the side, slamming hard into the front of Luo Feng's warhorse!

It was Si Wushuang! He had somehow abandoned his horse and threw his flesh‑and‑blood body at Luo Feng!

Although Si Wushuang knew Wei Wenlie was not a suitable lord, regarding the duty of serving and being loyal, he could not stand by and watch Wei Wenlie perish.

The warhorse winced, let out a long neigh, and the rider sprang to his feet!

Caught off guard, Luo Feng nearly was thrown from his mount; the spear he aimed at Wei Wenlie veered off and slammed hard into the carriage compartment wall!

"Seeking death!"

Luo Feng, enraged, swung his spear back toward Si Wushuang.

Si Wushuang rolled on the spot, narrowly dodging, and shouted with a hoarse scream, "Fei Tingxiong! Take the Prince and go! Hurry!"

Fei Tingxiong recovered, grabbed the terrified Wei Wenlie from the carriage, tossed a warhorse led by a loyal soldier, and gave the horse's hindquarters a hard pat.

"Prince! Move!"

He himself brandished a great sword, leading the last dozens of die‑hard loyal soldiers, turned and charged at Luo Feng, shouting wildly, "Luo lunatic! Grandfather is here!"

"Military Advisor!"

Wei Wenlie clung to the horse, watching Si Wushuang tumble helplessly under Luo Feng's spear, watching Fei Tingxiong and his men plunge desperately toward death, a surge of grief and hopelessness rose in his heart.

Although he still commanded tens of thousands of troops, he could not muster an effective counterattack, and the Sword Gate Pass and Luo Feng would not grant him any respite.

His only way to survive was a single one: flee back to Xiliang!

As long as he returned to Xiliang, hope would remain.

With that thought, he abruptly tightened his grip on the horse's belly; the warhorse winced, and he rode it, fleeing into the rugged hills opposite Sword Gate.

Many personal guards quickly spurred their horses to follow, and even the more agile soldiers escaped with them!

Luo Feng was entangled by Fei Tingxiong and several fearless personal guards, and for a moment he could not break free.

He watched helplessly as Wei Wenlie, surrounded by a few personal guards, fled in panic into the woods, shouting furiously, "Get out of the way!"

The spear instantly pierced two personal guards, but Fei Tingxiong, drenched in blood, swung his great sword in an impenetrable barrage, holding him tightly.

The opponent was fighting with his life, and Luo Feng could do nothing but watch Wei Wenlie escape!

On the other side, Zhang Honghong led her cavalry to surge left and right through the infantry formation, as if entering an unguarded realm.

The Xiliang remnants, lacking unified command, completely collapsed, crying and scattering in all directions, countless trampling each other.

Seizing the moment Luo Feng was entangled by Fei Tingxiong, Si Wushuang rolled and crawled to the rear of an overturned carriage, panting heavily.

He was covered in mud, his arm sliced open with a searing pain.

He watched Fei Tingxiong falter under Luo Feng's spear, saw the Xiliang army's final resistance crushed, saw Wei Wenlie vanish into the woods, and the last glimmer in his eyes dimmed.

Defeated! In this game he ultimately lost the battle!

Fei Tingxiong ultimately failed to create a miracle; his body was riddled with several blood‑filled wounds from Luo Feng, and finally a spear pierced his chest. His tall frame shuddered, then crashed to the ground with a thud, his eyes still glaring at the sky in unwillingness.

Luo Feng flicked away the blood on his spear tip, not even glancing at Fei Tingxiong's corpse, his gaze swept across the battlefield, finally fixing on the direction where Si Wushuang was hidden, and he bellowed, "Si Wushuang! Come out!"

Si Wushuang, supporting the broken carriage axle, slowly stood up.

Si Wushuang patted the dust from their body, tidied the disheveled collar, and their face unexpectedly regained a hint of calm, even with a trace of relief.

Luo Feng's warhorse halted before them, a blood‑dripping spear pointed at their throat: "Si Wushuang, you have your day too!"

Si Wushuang raised their head, met General Luo's gaze and said: "General Luo, fine tactics."