BSI Chapter 246 Imperial Generals: No, can this battle be fought like this?
Chapter 246 Imperial Generals: No, can this battle be fought like this?
"Yes, yes, let's hurry and run with Lao Cheng!"
Upon seeing this, Du Fuwei, Li Zitong, and others joined Cheng Yaojin's team without hesitation.
That fat guy is the smartest; they figured it out a long time ago.
When they swore an oath of blood earlier, during the part where they made a poisonous vow, this guy kept coughing.
He coughed so hard it was excruciating, but he managed to get through the oath without drinking a single drop of blood.
The reason this kind of person has survived to this day is because of their shrewdness.
So now, following behind the fat guy is definitely the best choice, without any problems.
"Yes, just follow me." Cheng Yaojin turned around as he ran, offering another friendly reminder, "Don't let your men follow. Everyone escape!"
His words were so sincere and heartfelt, showing how considerate he was of others.
But in reality, he had a lot on his mind.
The fewer the number of people, the greater his chances of arresting them.
At that time, we will catch them all in one fell swoop, and none of them will escape.
"Yes! Let's meet up in Lujiang County!"
Du Fuwei quickly shouted to the general beside him and gave the final order.
As for whether we will meet again alive, or whether we will reunite in Lujiang County, we can only leave it to fate and pray for good fortune.
In an instant, the rebel army led by Cheng Yaojin, along with several key rebel leaders, rushed off toward the northwest.
The remaining generals and officers scattered like birds and beasts, each taking their confidants and fleeing in all directions, disappearing into the vast mountains and forests.
The allied army, which was originally said to be 800,000 strong and spread across the mountains and fields, was thrown into complete chaos in the blink of an eye.
Some soldiers who were behind the lines and hadn't even been on the battlefield were unaware of what was happening at the front.
They were swept along by the fleeing crowd and helplessly fled backward.
Trampling, shoving, crying, screaming—it was utter chaos.
On the other side, the Chixiao Army and Jiangdu Army, which had been poised for battle, had already joined the fight and were giving the enemy a good beating.
"Hahaha! Brothers, kill! Kill them all!"
Yuwen Chenglong raised his silver spear and shouted loudly, his face full of excited smiles.
Fighting against Lü Xiao is just that easy and comfortable.
Not only do they not have to be the first to charge into battle as cannon fodder, but they can also beat up a drowning dog and reap the rewards.
"Black moss!"
The giant turtle wielded its long-handled golden mace, and with each strike, a person's bones broke, tendons snapped, and brains splattered.
The enemies he saw were not enemies at all; they were simply countless riches, walking money bags.
"Can this battle be fought like this?"
Although the generals of Jiangdu were on the battlefield, their minds were buzzing and blank.
They had fought wars for half their lives and had never seen this kind of fighting before.
One man charged into a crowd of hundreds of thousands and routed the enemy.
Is this reasonable?
Li Jing glanced at the generals, whose faces were filled with shock, and silently continued to direct his soldiers to fight the enemy, arrange their troops, and pursue and intercept them.
Back then, he shared the same thoughts, the same shock, and the same existential doubt as these people.
How can a war be fought like this?
But Lü Xiao did exactly that.
One man can serve as the enemy of 100,000; one man can defeat an army of thousands.
If you don't witness this scene firsthand, no matter how much you tell someone, who would believe it?
"Your Highness! I've arrived!"
After fighting his way through for a long time, Yuwen Chenglong finally managed to carve a bloody path and saw Lü Xiao's figure.
At this moment, Lü Xiao was standing amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
His body was covered in the enemy's blood, almost completely dyed red from head to toe, as if he had just been pulled out of a pool of blood.
The halberd in his hand, wielded by the Fangtian clan, had been used to kill too many people; its surface was soaked in blood.
It turned an eerie crimson color and was still dripping blood.
"Come with me and chase after them."
Seeing that the Red Hare was also rushing over, Lü Xiao immediately mounted the horse and landed steadily on its back.
He pulled on the reins, and Red Hare neighed loudly, its front hooves rearing up. "Red Valiant Army, follow me!"
Upon seeing this, Yuwen Chenglong and the others abandoned their enemies without a word and followed closely behind.
Those defeated, scattered soldiers are not worth wasting time on.
"This way!"
Lu Xiao lay prone on his horse, galloping at full speed while directing the Red Falcon Army in pursuit to the northwest.
This was the escape route that Cheng Yaojin had planned from the very beginning.
Nowadays, Cheng Yaojin is nowhere to be seen; he must have taken this path.
As long as we follow this road, we will definitely catch up.
At this moment, Cheng Yaojin was leading several key rebel leaders in a frantic escape along the mountain path to the northwest.
Originally, he was followed by many rebel kings, a large and swarming group of people.
As they ran, some of them ran out of steam or became too conspicuous, and were caught up by Lü Xiao's pursuers, either killed or captured, and gradually fell behind.
Cheng Yaojin had no other choice but to take care of the few people in front of him.
As long as those key people are there, especially that old rascal Xu Maogong, that's enough.
As for the others, let them live or die as they please, it's none of my business.
"I'm exhausted, brothers, let's take a break."
"The people are tired, the horse is tired, and if we keep running, the horse will die of exhaustion!"
Cheng Yaojin ran for a long time, then looked back and found that no one was chasing him, and there seemed to be no movement in the distance.
He immediately reined in his warhorse and refused to run away.
"Okay, let's take a break."
You Junda was also covered in sweat and panting heavily.
He slowly lowered the large banner he had been holding and leaned it against a tree by the roadside.
"Brother Junda, we're all running for our lives, what are you still holding this flag for?"
Du Fuwei looked at You Junda with a puzzled expression.
You carried it all the way, didn't you get tired?
This thing can't be eaten, and it can't be used to stop a knife, so what's the use of having it?
Upon hearing this, You Junda's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.
Why are you raising the flag?
Isn't it all to guide Lü Xiao and act as a beacon of light?
Otherwise, why would he be holding this piece of junk?
Are you stuffed?
"Heads may be severed! Blood may flow! But the great banner must not be lost!"
This is the symbol of our allied forces, the dignity of us, the leaders of our alliance! How can we easily discard it?
You Junda reacted quickly, his eyes darting around, and he immediately shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice full of emotion.
"Good! Well said!"
Li Zitong looked at You Junda with eyes full of admiration and respect.
Even though they lost, so what?
As long as they have this spirit, and as long as the banner is still up, they will eventually make a comeback and rise again!
"You flatter me! You flatter me!"
Seeing that he had successfully fooled them, You Junda waved his hand with a smile, secretly relieved. That was close; he almost gave himself away.
"hey-hey."
Cheng Yaojin chuckled and glanced at You Junda.
It has to be You Junda; he's quick-witted.
If it were him, he might not be able to come up with such a high-sounding reason.
"Something's wrong!" Just then, a soldier responsible for covering the rear rushed in, his face full of terror, shouting as he ran, "An army is chasing us!"