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Chapter 636: Lin Chao, a guard of the Crimson Imperial Guard, is killed in battle!

"Wei Linchao, you didn't have to do this."

Nangong Tianxia said softly, his heavy voice carrying a hint of regret and emotion.

"Haha...cough cough..."

Wei Linchao suddenly burst into laughter, but his laughter was mixed with violent coughing.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto Nangong Tianxia's combat boots.

"Hahahaha... I eat the king's food... and I share the king's burdens."

"Nangong Tianxia... I am inferior in skill... destined to perish here... but I, Wei Linchao... cough cough... am by no means a coward who fears death... cough cough... today's battle... cough cough... my fate is sealed... I die a worthy death!"

Wei Linchao said with great difficulty, his voice growing weaker and weaker, as if it might break off at any moment.

Nangong Tianxia silently looked at Wei Linchao. He didn't say anything, but just silently watched this old friend who was about to leave.

Wei Linchao was a true warrior. Even when he was in a weak position, he still worked hard to maintain the power of the Red Imperial Army for his former master. He used his life to interpret what loyalty and bravery meant.

However, his loyalty belonged only to the former Flame King and the eldest son of the Flame King who was imprisoned in Flame King City, not to the current Flame King, Shi Fuchen.

As Nangong Tianxia watched Wei Linchao's body gradually lose its vitality, he silently lowered his head.

"Rest in peace, Fire Kirin War God - Wei Linchao!"

Nangong Tianxia said softly, then turned and left the battlefield.

He was a real man, what a pity... he followed the wrong master!

Meanwhile, at the front of the Crimson Imperial Army, Shi Fuchen, the current Flame King, stood on a high platform, his gaze piercing, yet he could not hide the panic and shock in his heart.

He witnessed firsthand the Fire Scale Guards being forced to retreat under the fierce attack of the Thunder Dragon Riders. Their once indestructible formation was now like a candle flickering in the wind, teetering on the brink of collapse.

What he found even more unacceptable was that Wei Linchao, the renowned Fire Kirin War God of the Crimson Imperial Army, chose to stay behind and hold off the surging enemy single-handedly, ultimately sacrificing himself heroically.

Shi Fuchen clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, but the pain was nothing compared to the shock and grief he felt.

He stared incredulously at the blood-stained land in the distance, Wei Linchao's figure gradually blurring until he disappeared completely.

At that moment, he seemed to hear the sound of his own heart breaking, a complex emotion mixed with regret, helplessness, and anger.

He was well aware of Yuan Jiang's wolfish ambitions. No matter how much Wei Linchao disagreed with him, he was still a general in the Red Imperial Army.

As long as Wei Linchao remains in the Red Imperial Army, even Yuan Shao and others with Yuan Hong will not dare to act too recklessly.

Therefore, thanks to the checks and balances between Wei Linchao and Yuan Shao, he has always held considerable influence within the Red Imperial Army.

But now, Wei Linchao died on the spot, while Yuan Hong of the Yuan family was unharmed.

After that...

"This...how is this possible..."

Shi Fuchen's voice was low and trembling as he tried to find a reasonable explanation, but could only face the cruel reality.

Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu, standing to the side, were equally shocked by this sudden turn of events, their faces turning pale.

Yuan Shao frowned, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes. After all, even he had secretly admired Wei Linchao's bravery and loyalty.

Yuan Shu, amidst his panic, inadvertently revealed a hint of smug satisfaction in his eyes.

He knew that Wei Linchao's death was undoubtedly a heavy blow to Shi Fuchen and even to the Chiyu Army who were loyal to the Yan King's Mansion, and it might even shake the morale and foundation of the Chiyu Army.

But for the Yuan family, this might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

A sinister glint flashed in Yuan Shu's eyes as he began to ponder how to exploit the current situation to gain greater benefits for himself.

"Your Majesty, we must retreat immediately to preserve our strength and plan for the future."

Yuan Shao broke the silence first; though his voice was steady, it couldn't hide a hint of urgency.

If they do not retreat in time, and the opposing Thunder Dragon Cavalry, along with the Great Qian army behind them, seize the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, the Crimson Imperial Army may face the danger of a complete rout.

"retreat……"

Upon hearing this, Shi Fuchen glanced at Yuan Shao with a complicated expression before turning his gaze to the distant, smoke-filled battlefield.

A bewildered voice drifted in the wind, carrying with it endless resentment.

But it's too late now!

Nangong Tianxia, ​​leading his heavy cavalry—the Thunder Dragon Riders—like an unstoppable torrent, seized the opportunity to ambush and kill the Chi Yu Army as the Fire Scale Guards retreated.

Numerous figures clad in dragon scale armor galloped across the battlefield, their thunder spears unleashing bursts of energy, and pillars of lightning relentlessly bombarded the Crimson Imperial Army's positions, obliterating all obstacles in their path.

The Red Imperial Army's vanguard was thrown into chaos. The soldiers panicked and retreated in an attempt to escape this destructive force.

However, the speed and strength of the Razer Dragon Riders were too great, like an unstoppable whirlwind, leaving devastation in their wake.

Upon seeing this, Shi Fuchen felt an indescribable surge of grief and indignation.

However, they also knew that if they did not retreat in time, the Red Imperial Army would face the danger of a complete rout.

However, at this time, the retreat route of the Red Imperial Army's vanguard had been blocked by the Thunder Dragon Riders, as if they were trapped in an inescapable cage.

"Your Majesty, make a decision quickly!"

Yuan Shao shouted anxiously, his voice filled with urgency and panic. If he hesitated any longer, the Red Imperial Army would be doomed.

Shi Fuchen clenched his teeth, his eyes blazing, yet he could not hide the panic and helplessness in his heart.

He glanced at Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu beside him, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

However, at this critical moment, Tan Mengjun also waved the military flag in his hand.

As the military flag was waved, the large army of the Great Qian Dynasty behind them seemed to be activated, and they rushed towards the Red Imperial Army.

With the Thunder Dragon Riders as the vanguard, they swept through the Crimson Imperial Army like an unstoppable torrent, leaving them in disarray.

The soldiers of the Crimson Imperial Army fought valiantly, but the strength of the Great Qian army was simply too overwhelming. Their lines were repeatedly broken, and they suffered heavy casualties.

Upon seeing this, Shi Fuchen felt an overwhelming surge of grief and indignation.

"Retreat! All troops retreat!"

Shi Fuchen finally gave the order to retreat, his voice hoarse and low.

As the crimson military flags around Shi Fuchen continued to wave, the numerous Red Imperial Army soldiers who had not yet come into contact with the Thunder Dragon Riders began to retreat in an orderly manner. However, the offensive of the Great Qian army was too fierce, and they could only fight and retreat, trying to find a glimmer of hope under the iron hooves of the Thunder Dragon Riders.

However, the Razer Dragon Riders, like a group of sharks that have smelled blood, have locked onto the Crimson Imperial Army.

They charged relentlessly, trampling and killing, swallowing the soldiers of the Crimson Imperial Army one by one under their iron hooves.

As Shi Fuchen watched his soldiers fall one by one, an indescribable grief welled up in his heart.