xymnovel Chapter 347 The Breakthrough of Minglong Pass
Chapter 347 The Breakthrough of Minglong Pass
Xue Rengui demonstrated extraordinary command skills on the battlefield, constantly adjusting tactics and strategies to keep the Cangzhou army in a tight formation.
Whenever the Yellow Turban army launched a fierce attack, he was able to promptly mobilize his troops for defense and counterattack, causing the enemy to retreat without achieving anything.
Tie Shiwen fully utilized the mobility and striking capabilities of the cavalry, leading the cavalry of Cangzhou to nimbly maneuver across the battlefield, constantly tearing apart the Yellow Turban army's defenses.
Whenever he discovered a weakness in the Yellow Turban Army, he would launch a fatal attack without hesitation, catching the enemy off guard.
Throughout the fierce battle, Xue Rengui and Tie Shiwen remained calm and rational.
They precisely conveyed every tactical instruction through battle flags, commands, and messengers.
"Attack from the left flank, support from the right flank, and hold the line in the center!"
Xue Rengui's orders were as inspiring as war drums.
"Charge behind enemy lines and cut off their retreat!"
Tie Shiwen then decisively commanded the cavalry.
Under the skillful command of Xue Rengui and Tie Shiwen, the Yellow Turban Army gradually fell into a passive position.
Although Meng Huwang was no pushover, he gradually found himself struggling under the tight formation and precise strikes of the Cangzhou army, which was under the command of Xue Rengui, whose commander value had risen to 104.
They tried to adjust their tactics, but every counterattack was skillfully thwarted by Xue Rengui and Tie Shiwen.
The battle entered a fierce stage, with smoke filling the battlefield and the sounds of fighting deafening.
Xue Rengui and Tie Shiwen were like key figures on the battlefield; their every command could influence the course of the battle.
Faced with Xue Rengui and Tie Shiwen's ingenious tactics and tight formation, Zhang Liang and Meng Huwang knew that the Yellow Turban Army was now in a predicament.
The two exchanged a glance, and their minds were already made up.
"Today's battle is unfavorable to our army."
"The white-robed general on the opposite command platform is incredibly skilled in military strategy and uses troops like a god. Moreover, our army is already showing signs of fatigue."
"In my opinion, let's halt our troops for now and fight again another day, what do you think?"
Zhang Liang took a deep breath and said to Meng Huwang in a deep voice.
"General Ren Gong is absolutely right."
"A direct confrontation now would likely result in heavy losses. Let's retreat to camp and reconsider our strategy."
Upon hearing this, Meng Huwang nodded heavily and said in a gruff voice.
"All troops, listen to my command! Retreat in an orderly manner! Do not panic!"
Seeing that his leader, Meng Huwang, had agreed, Zhang Liang no longer hesitated, raised his bamboo staff, and gave a loud command.
Although the Yellow Turban soldiers fighting on the front were unwilling, they began to retreat to their rear camp in an orderly manner under the strict orders of their commander.
Seeing this, Xue Rengui did not rush to pursue, but calmly observed the movements of the Yellow Turban Army.
Do not pursue a desperate enemy. Moreover, although the Yellow Turban army's vanguard has been defeated, its main force in the rear is still strong, so we should not underestimate them.
Tie Shiwen led his cavalry to patrol the edge of the battlefield, in case of a sudden counterattack by the Yellow Turban army. Their eyes were sharp and keen.
Keep an eye on the retreating Yellow Turban army and ensure the safety of the Cangzhou army.
As the Yellow Turban Army gradually retreated, the smoke from the battlefield slowly dissipated.
Led by Xue Rengui and Tie Shiwen, the Cangzhou army began clearing the battlefield and treating the wounded.
The soldiers' faces beamed with the joy of victory, but their eyes remained alert and resolute.
Meanwhile, Zhang Liang and Meng Huwang led the Yellow Turban Army back to their rear camp.
His face was etched with exhaustion and disappointment.
In the camp, the campfire roared, illuminating the faces of Zhang Liang and Meng Huwang.
The two sat around the campfire in silence for a long time.
"Those two new traitors are truly extraordinary."
"Although our army was defeated in today's battle, we have also gained something."
"At least, we know more or less about the strength and tactics of the Cangzhou army."
Finally, Zhang Liang broke the silence and sighed.
"General Ren Gong is absolutely right."
"This defeat was not due to a lack of skill, but rather to the superior tactics and unexpected attack of the enemy."
"However, our Yellow Turban Army is no ordinary force, and we will surely avenge our past humiliations in the future."
Meng Huwang nodded, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.
"General Meng is absolutely right."
"Although our army suffered a defeat, our Yellow Turban army still boasts a million strong force!"
"As long as morale remains high and we are united, we will have no fear of the so-called Cangzhou army."
Upon hearing this, a determined glint flashed in Zhang Liang's eyes. He stood up, patted Meng Huwang on the shoulder, and encouraged him.
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Meanwhile, on the northern frontier of the Great Qian Dynasty, the strategically important and dangerous Minglong Pass was undergoing an unprecedented baptism of war.
Led by Ye Wuhen, the hundreds of thousands of Night Fiends surged like a raging sea, relentlessly crashing against this ancient pass.
After more than ten days of fierce fighting, the once impregnable city walls finally showed signs of fatigue under the relentless attacks of the Night Fury army.
Above Minglong Pass, battle flags fluttered and beacon fires raged across the sky.
The two divine generals, Wind and Snow and Lightning, who were originally steadfast pillars protecting this land, now looked troubled.
They stood side by side, gazing at the enemy army swarming in like ants, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in their hearts.
"Snowstorm, it seems we will lose this pass tonight."
The sound of lightning carried a hint of helplessness and resentment.
"The Jade State Iron Cavalry is unparalleled in the Great Qian Dynasty. Ye Wuhen's forces are too powerful. We have done our best."
After a moment of silence, Fengxue took a deep breath of the cold wind, which was still carrying the scent of gunpowder, and spoke slowly.
As night slowly fell, the Night Fiends outside the pass lit torches, their flames turning the dark sky crimson.
As Ye Wuhen rode his black warhorse, his cold gaze piercing through the raging flames, staring directly at the city gate of Minglong Pass.
"Come on, let me see if you can withstand my attack this time."
He muttered to himself.
The two armies clashed fiercely in front of Minglong Pass.
Arrows rained down, warhorses neighed, and the shouts of warriors echoed through the heavens.
Wind, snow, and lightning led the elite defense force, holding the city walls.
Their figures appeared so brave and fearless amidst the flames of war, as if they were about to trample all the enemies under their feet.
Upon seeing this, Ye Wuhen couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
He waved to signal the archers behind him to prepare to fire, and at the same time ordered the heavy infantry to advance and meet the enemy.
As the Night Fury charged one last time, the ancient city gate slowly collapsed with a tremendous crash.
The wind and snow exchanged a glance, a resolute glint in their eyes.
"Pass down the order: the entire army shall retreat in an orderly manner and abandon Minglong Pass."
The sound of the wind and snow was firm and resolute.
With the order given, tens of thousands of soldiers guarding the pass began an orderly evacuation.
Their faces showed no fear, only determination and reluctance.
This was the land they swore to defend to the death, but war is cruel, and in order to preserve more manpower, they had to retreat temporarily.
"We will come back someday."
Lightning turned his head, took a deep look at the dilapidated city gate behind him, and said softly.
The bugle call to retreat sounded in the night sky, its sound mournful and lingering.