nucmednet Chapter 9: The First Battle is the Decisive Battle, One Battle Determines Five Cities
Chapter 9: The First Battle is the Decisive Battle, One Battle Determines Five Cities
Zhao Yun rode his horse to Chu Yang's side, pointing the silver spear behind him, his eyes full of eagerness to fight.
"No hurry. There are still hundreds of cavalrymen on the other side. There is no need to get involved."
Chu Yang waved his hand, but his eyes looked forward, where there was a dark forest, "We can lead them to the deep forest ahead."
Zhao Yun frowned when he heard this and asked in confusion, "Enter the deep forest? Then we will lose our cavalry advantage."
Chu Yang laughed, a sly look flashing in his eyes: "Who said we only have a hundred riders?"
He moved closer to Zhao Yun and lowered his voice, "Where are our ambushes? Otherwise, I wouldn't be so confident."
Zhao Yun suddenly realized, and there was a little more admiration in his eyes when he looked at Chu Yang.
He had long heard that the new prince was resourceful, and after meeting him today, he found that his reputation was indeed well-deserved.
The ambush was not revealed until this time.
"Pass the order, all troops speed up, target, the deep forest ahead!"
At Chu Yang's command, hundreds of riders rushed towards the forest ahead like arrows.
The pursuers behind them saw Chu Yang and his companions rushing into the forest, and they immediately became excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
"Haha, is this kid crazy? He actually went to Black Wind Ridge!"
"We can still let him run away on the plains, but once we get into the woods, let's see where he will run!"
“Brothers, chase him! Whoever kills Chu Yang will be rewarded with a thousand gold coins and be made a marquis!”
Amid the deafening shouts and cries of killing, the three thousand pursuers rushed into Black Wind Ridge without hesitation.
Yan Xingrong looked at the gloomy forest in front of him, with a slight smile on his face.
He reined in his horse and stopped at the edge of the black wind chimes.
"Master Yan, what's wrong with you?"
The soldier beside him asked.
"Nothing, I just think that since the soldiers from the four counties have gone in, there is no need for us to do so."
"What do you mean, sir?"
Hearing this, Yan Xingrong simply stopped pretending and directly ordered: "Let's go back to Qiongzhou City and prepare a celebration banquet."
"This is good."
The guards suddenly realized that this was a way to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers.
at the same time.
Three thousand pursuers rushed into Black Wind Ridge with great momentum, like a group of hungry wolves pouncing on an unsuspecting flock of sheep.
However, what awaited them was not an easy victory, but a carefully laid death trap.
Chu Yang continued to travel through the mountains and forests with more than a hundred personal soldiers. The rugged mountain roads slowed down the speed of the war horses.
He knew that the pursuers had been blinded by the illusion of victory and had fallen headfirst into the trap he had carefully woven.
"Your Highness, the enemy is catching up! I am willing to lead my men to stop them, but you should head to the commanding heights, maybe there is still a chance to turn things around!"
A personal soldier rode up to Chu Yang, sweating profusely, speaking in an anxious tone.
"Yes, Your Highness, please put the overall situation first and go to the commanding heights to take command!"
Other personal soldiers also requested to go. Although they knew that the journey was dangerous, they were still willing to die for Chu Yang.
Chu Yang looked at this group of loyal subordinates in front of him, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.
He pulled the reins suddenly, and the horse stood up and let out a long neigh.
"Why are you panicking? Do I look like someone who would be scared by such a small scene?"
Chu Yang raised his lips with a cold smile, "Tell my brothers to cheer up! The enemy has fallen into a trap. I have already ambushed thousands of elite soldiers in the deep forest, waiting for them to fall into my trap!"
"What? Your Highness has already made preparations?"
"I told you, Your Highness is in charge of the overall planning, so how could he not make a foolproof plan?"
"Did His Highness prepare these thousands of elite troops after he left the palace?"
"Such foresight, I can't compare to you!"
The bodyguards were stunned at first, and then burst into thunderous cheers.
They knew that their prince was no ordinary person, and behind his seemingly risky actions, there was actually an unfathomable strategy hidden.
"Don't just stand there, abandon your horses, and follow me to the commanding heights to supervise the battle!"
Chu Yang jumped off his horse, his eyes gleaming with confidence.
Everyone came to the commanding heights, and the scene before them made their blood boil.
Eight hundred elite soldiers from the Formation Trap, wearing heavy black armor, rushed out from the dense forest like a tiger descending from the mountain and surrounded the three thousand pursuing troops.
They held sharp knives and harvested the enemy's lives as if they were chopping melons and vegetables. The screams and the sounds of weapons clashing echoed in the valley.
Whoosh whoosh!
A dense rain of arrows shot out from the woods, like a swarm of locusts, nailing the pursuers to the ground by surprise.
"Be the first to reach the enemy, break the formation, kill the general, and seize the flag. This Xianzhen Camp is indeed worthy of its reputation."
At this moment, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Chu Yang's mouth.
"kill!"
The warriors of the Xianzhen Camp were like a black torrent, sweeping across the entire battlefield with unstoppable force.
They are well-trained and work in perfect harmony, and every attack they make is precise and deadly.
In front of them, the three thousand pursuers were like lambs to be slaughtered, unable to fight back at all.
"Zhao Yun, Suo Si, it's time for us to go down and persuade them to surrender."
"After this battle, the five cities of Qiongzhou will be reshuffled."
Chu Yang looked at the defeated enemy army in front of him, a cold smile appeared on his lips, he waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Those who surrender will not be killed!"
"Come on!"
Zhao Yun and Suo Si could no longer hold back, and with dozens of their personal soldiers, they rushed straight towards the enemy like tigers descending from the mountains.
"We are willing to surrender! We are willing to surrender!"
Faced with the massacre at the Xianzhen Camp and Chu Yang's call for surrender, the remaining pursuers threw away their weapons and armor and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.
"Your Highness is a man of great foresight. I admire you!"
A personal soldier looked at Chu Yang with admiration in his eyes.
"Hahaha, it's just a trivial skill, not worth mentioning."
Chu Yang laughed and waved his hand, "Pass the order down to properly place the prisoners. This is related to our negotiations with the four cities of Qiongzhou."
"promise!"
Chu Yang mounted his horse, and with more than a hundred personal soldiers and hundreds of prisoners, he marched towards the direction of Qiongzhou City in a mighty manner.
at the same time.
In Qiongwang City, Yan Xingrong was sitting in the lobby, crossing his legs, humming a little tune, looking leisurely and contented.
"Sir, it's been three hours, why haven't they come back yet? This shouldn't be the case."
A Grand Tutor beside Yan Xingrong asked in confusion. He stroked his gray beard and felt vaguely uneasy.
"Yes, sir, could it be that you encountered some trouble on the road?"
Another Grand Master also echoed that they had followed Yan Xingrong for many years and were well aware of the importance of this expedition. If anything went wrong, they would definitely be killed.
Yan Xingrong was originally humming a little tune, but after hearing the words of the two Grand Tutors, his expression gradually became serious.
"That shouldn't be the case. Three thousand men against a hundred men. Even if they were to chop three thousand pigs, the blades would still be bent. Could it be that Chu Yang has some other tricks up his sleeve?"
Yan Xingrong murmured to himself, feeling more and more uneasy the more he thought about it.
"Report!"
Just then, a soldier covered in blood stumbled into the hall and fell to the ground.