NFBE Chapter 278 Defeated
Chapter 278 Defeated
In an instant, swords clashed and firelight illuminated the scene, and shouts of battle shook the heavens.
Xie Jingchun took the lead, his longsword flashing with a sharp, cold light, blocking the enemy's first wave of fierce attacks.
Although he was young, his movements were clean and efficient, and his swordsmanship was steady yet sharp.
His eyes were sharp, and his command was decisive: "Concentrate your attack on the left flank! Don't let them scatter!"
With a flick of his longsword, he severed the longsword from the enemy soldier's hand.
He then turned around and forced another enemy soldier back three steps.
The guards followed closely behind, and in accordance with his orders, they quickly launched a counterattack, taking advantage of the enemy's unstable footing, and forcefully pushed them back.
The King of Qi's men had not expected that the guards of the Marquis's residence would be so brave.
They were sent to the Marquis's residence on short notice, numbering no more than five hundred, but all were heavily armed and armored.
I thought it would be a piece of cake, but it turned out to be so tricky.
For a moment, I was a little flustered.
Seeing this, Xie Jingchun shouted coldly, "Pursue them for three steps, don't give them a chance to regroup!"
The guards responded immediately, their ranks perfectly aligned, pressing forward relentlessly, their swords and spears drawn.
The enemy troops panicked and retreated in disarray, eventually having to abandon their position and flee outside the courtyard wall in a sorry state.
In the firelight, Xie Jingchun stood in front of his guards, his long sword still dripping with the blood of his enemies.
Seeing them leave, Xie Jingchun not only didn't stop, but instead shouted loudly.
"All forces attack! Take advantage of their confusion and overwhelm them!"
The guards had just won a battle and were in high spirits. Upon receiving the order, they immediately followed him out of the gate.
The King of Qi's soldiers were caught off guard by the sudden counterattack.
He had intended to take advantage of the chaos to rush into the Marquis's residence, but instead, he was chased and forced to retreat by the guards.
The firelight reflected the gleaming swords, and the guards brandished their weapons, their battle cries shaking the heavens and the earth, as they relentlessly advanced towards the enemy's main force.
Xie Jingchun's eyes were sharp, and his long sword never stopped moving.
He shouted commands as he cut down enemy soldiers charging towards him.
"Flank them from the left! Don't give them a chance to regroup! Archers, suppress their center, spearmen follow up, drive them out of the alley completely!"
He was agile and wielded his sword with unstoppable force, each strike swift and fierce.
Meanwhile, at the city wall.
The King of Qi's men grew increasingly enraged as they fought, constantly trying to break through the encirclement, only to be ambushed from the flank by Xie Yanli's hidden troops.
Squads of archers were brought to this location, and from their elevated position, they routed the Qi King's elite troops.
Xie Yanli calmly observed the enemy troops in disarray and whispered, "Order a full-scale counterattack."
At his command, the catapults on the city wall roared, and huge stones rained down on the enemy's rear.
When the King of Qi's ambush troops realized the situation was bad, they tried to escape, but they were surrounded by heavy troops in front and ambushed from the sides, leaving them with no way to escape.
Three hours had passed. After a night of fierce fighting, the Qi King's army gradually lost its advantage and was now in complete disarray.
Xie Yanli stood on the command platform, his eyes gleaming with a cold light.
It's over; the outcome is decided.
King Qi looked around, his eyes filled with despair and resentment.
Seeing his army routed and his years-long plan come to naught, King Qi was so enraged that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"How could we have been defeated so quickly!" King Qi cursed under his breath, trembling with rage.
His trusted aides were also pale-faced, and whispered, "Your Highness, let's retreat. If we don't, none of us will be able to leave!"
King Qi took a few heavy breaths, finally sheathed his long sword, tightened the reins, and roared, "Withdraw the troops!"
However, at this moment, he was firmly suppressed by Xie Yanli's tight encirclement.
There was absolutely no way to retreat.
On the other side, Xie Yanli stood on the command platform, his gaze cold and stern.
"Pass down the order: the vanguard will advance and completely wipe out the remaining enemy. Have the archers block their retreat routes, leaving no one to escape."
"All of King Qi's generals must be captured alive, and even if they are dead, their bodies must be brought to me!"
"Take stock of the dead and wounded soldiers, divide the battlefield into areas, assign some people to clean up the aftermath, and have the rest of the troops reorganize their ranks and stand by."
The general bowed, accepted the order, and left.
The battle was quickly cleared away, and the sounds of clashing swords gradually subsided, replaced by the footsteps of soldiers escorting prisoners.
The King of Qi's army was completely routed, and his generals were either beheaded on the battlefield or taken to the central army.
One by one, they knelt before Xie Yanli in a disheveled state.
Xie Yanli coldly swept his gaze over the ashen-faced generals.
He had met many of these people before, and he even knew their names.
They're all on the list we found earlier.
Xie Yanli looked at them one by one, and the more he looked, the more his brows furrowed.
No, no, this isn't it either...
He looked at all the generals, but couldn't find that familiar face.
A chill gradually crept into my heart.
Xie Zhongzhi is not here.
At this moment, in a secluded dark room in the inner courtyard of the eastern part of the city, the candlelight was dim, casting blurry shadows on the walls.
Xie Zhongzhi knelt on the ground with a respectful attitude.
A tall figure dressed in a purple robe stood before him.
"Your Highness," Xie Zhongzhi said in a deep voice, "Prince Qi has rebelled, should we take advantage of this opportunity..."
"No rush," the man said slowly, his voice cold and sinister.
He turned around, revealing a handsome face with a sinister air, his features so exquisite they were almost otherworldly.
His white hair was particularly striking, draped over his shoulders like winter frost, exuding boundless coldness.
It was none other than Li Wuyang, the ninth prince of the Great Liang Dynasty.