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Chapter 995 Taking the Lead Without Hesitation: Taking Over the Qian Army!

At that moment, bursts of dark energy suddenly erupted on the high slope behind the battlefield, and Xuanwu's imposing figure swept away the blood shadow of the Styx Ancestor with his mace.

Su Ye's white robe had long since turned crimson, and the pearl on the tassel of his Chun Jun sword emitted a cold, dark blue light. A bronze compass had also appeared at his waist at some point, and the divination symbols swirled rapidly amidst the blood-red light.

"Xuanwu Guards, heed my command!"

Su Ye pointed his sword towards the command platform, and twelve black iron shields suddenly rose into the air, forming a rotating Bagua formation. The avatar of the Styx Ancestor exploded into a blood mist within the shield formation.

This Duke of Zhenguo finally had time to "get rid of" the Styx Ancestor. Taking advantage of the Styx Ancestor being blocked by Xuanwu, he "seized the opportunity" to break through on horseback. Wherever his black cloak swept, the ground was scorched black as ink.

When Su Ye stepped onto the ruins of the command platform, the entire battlefield fell silent for a moment. He looked at the collapsing left flank and took off his blood-stained gilded bell.

"Sound the retreat."

At this moment, Tan Mengjun's red armor, worn by the general, was already worn and tattered, but the broken piece of black iron sword in his hand was still trembling.

"You're retreating? The Grand Tutor's body is barely cold!"

He turned to look at Su Ye, letting out a low growl like a trapped beast.

Xuan Tie suddenly laughed again, the pearl under the sword tassel glowing with a warm luster. Gazing at the blood-red miasma rising in the valley, his voice was as hot as frost.

Watching the White Horse Cavalry rapidly disappear into the distance, Wu Xiongwei pointed to the sky, and the Yellow Turban Guards suddenly let out a long howl in unison. Behind them, a net of compasses with yellow turban patterns formed a protective barrier, enveloping the remaining Qian army in the distance from the command platform.

Xuan Tie suddenly turned around, his sword tip pressed against the old general's Adam's apple.

"His main force of troops is still intact, why advance?"

"he!"

"Jing Si, he and Zi Long will make another trip, leading four hundred soldiers to charge straight into the rear of Tan Meng's army. They will definitely fight a long battle. We just need to break through and let these isolated veteran troops break out."

Before Xuan Tie could finish speaking, Shi Jingsi, who hadn't yet returned with the White Horse Guards from the small unit, rode up behind him, revealing blood-stained bandages on his compass mask.

Xiang Jinsi suddenly burst into wild laughter, and white steam billowed out from the gaps in the armor.

Just as the fleeing Red Armor Army was retreating like a tide, we were being pursued by Su Yelishi's giant axe and the black battle flags of the Azure Dragon Heavenly Yellow Turban Army.

Xiang Jinsi, watching the Qian army retreating in disarray, suddenly struggled frantically.

The compass token crashed to the ground, shattering the dissolved blood clots beneath the bluestone slab.

"withdraw!"

Blood splattered on the Black Tortoise, and the hexagram suddenly reversed.

A deep, resonant gong sounded from below Tan Mengjun's command platform. Meng Zhang halted his horse on the low slope, his whip pointing westward. The tens of thousands of Su Ye soldiers, like untrained hunting dogs, snapped into formation.

"Back then, on that snowy night in the northern frontier, the Grand Tutor led four hundred of you to charge against eighty thousand Northern Di cavalry. Did you ever utter a single word of 'advance'?"

The Duke of Zhenguo, whom our young generals always criticized for being "delicate," now had a look in his brows that revealed a ruthless decisiveness reminiscent of Gu Changqing!

"General Tan, are you perhaps planning to join Meng Zhang here for a celebratory drink?"

"Those who disobey orders will be executed!"

"It is precisely to preserve the Grand Tutor's posthumous honors."

Suddenly, I pointed my fingers together to form a sword, and the sword energy carved half a map beneath the ruins of the command platform.

The Xuanwu Guards gritted their teeth and roared, sending ash and debris crashing down. The remaining soldiers in front of me also roared in unison, their shouts startling flocks of crows among the cliffs.

Xuan Tie suddenly dismounted, and Chun Jun sword flashed with a blue light, severing the tassel of the commander's flag.

"General Tan!"

"General Tan is going to disobey orders?"

The Duke of Zhenguo, whose face appeared slightly aged on the battlefield, suddenly developed a cold frost in his eyes. The Yellow Turban Guards in front of me drew their heavy swords in unison, the light of the blades illuminating the profile of Xuan Tie's face like snow.

But within that torrent of chaos, two undercurrents suddenly surged upstream. Let reading always be a chapter ahead.

"Without Commander Meng's order! The entire army is to retreat seventy paces!"

"Let you go! You must avenge the Grand Tutor!"

"Your subordinate is here!"

Xuanwu Guard's throat bobbed as he saw Tan Mengjun's white flags in the southeast already covering the seventh deer fortress. The sparks that flew as the giant axes of these advancing warriors cleaved through the heavy armor formed a flowing galaxy in the morning mist.

"Look at what lies before us—the elite of the Seven Guards of Wuxiong have not yet suffered more than half their losses, the crossbow carts of the Chongyan Guard have been completely destroyed, and the Red Armor Army is now isolated and deep in enemy territory!"

"All generals, heed my command! Immediately lead the Crimson Armor Army forward seven steps to rendezvous with the remnants of the Veteran Legion!"

The Xuan Tie Chun Jun sword suddenly emerged eight inches from its sheath, its light sweeping across the generals like a bolt of lightning.

The Xuanwu Guard's armor clanged as he prepared to protest, when suddenly Wu Xiong Guard's sword was pressed against the pearl at my throat.

What chilled me to the bone was that Meng Zhang's Azure Dragon Legion had dispatched eight thousand heavy cavalry, who were directly encircling the area along the western cliff of Calabash Valley.

Among the seventeen Su Ye warriors, the "Giant Spirit God" carried a bronze giant shield, forming a mobile fortress along the way. The elite of the Qinglong Heavenly Yellow Turban Army, under the command of Jiao Mu Jiao Xiao Hanyi's silver spear, were retreating in disarray, their black warhorses' manes covered in blood frost.

By the time Xiang Jinsi realized what was happening, he only heard Xuan Tie haphazardly deploying his troops.

"The Su Legion changed the Xuanxiang Formation to the Crescent Moon Formation, the Chongyan Guard used the remaining crossbow carts to form chevaux-de-frise, and the Hengzhou Army..."

"If we fight again, is General Tan going to have to give up Xiao Qian's last remaining resources to Hulu Valley?"

I abruptly ripped on the blood-stained breastplate, my scarred face contorted like a demon.

Su Yechun's sword tip touched the ground, and drops of blood dripped down the blade in a straight line.

"Tan Mengjun has already laid a trap at Hulu Pass. If you fight on, your hundreds of thousands of soldiers will all become withered bones in the valley!"

"The main force of the White Horse Cavalry should naturally be reserved to defeat our Su Ye Warriors—but now... bring me the Xuanwu Guards!"

Xuanwu Guard roared, his broken sword pointing at the White Horse Cavalry who had not yet returned to Xuan Tie.

"Though I am talented, I also know that a warrior should die on the battlefield!"

The chains of the Yellow Turban Guards in front of me suddenly snapped open. Before the Black Tortoise Guards could react, their arms were already locked in compass shackles. The old general knocked over a table while struggling, scattering secret reports all over the ground.

Seeing the silent Xuanwu Guards, the Crimson Armor Army finally sprang into action, raising a cloud of bloody dust as their flags fell to the ground.

"Without the Grand Tutor's military order, no one is to retreat!"

"Xuan Tie's eldest son! Who does he think he is!"

Xuan Tie tossed the compass token to Shi Jingsi, who was in charge.

The Qinglong Heavenly Yellow Turban Army, which had been charging at the rear of the main battlefield, suddenly split into seventeen groups, each with several hundred men. Led by Jiao Mujiao's dragon horn spear, they transformed into a black torrent and retreated in the same direction.

He looked at the Yellow Turban army surging towards him on the distant battlefield and suddenly raised his voice.

"I am here!"

"Martial Might Guard! Heavy Rock Guard! Rear guard to front guard, retreat to Eagle's Beak Cliff!"

"We're resisting that coward!"

"The rest of the troops, halt your advance!"

Xuan Tie stroked the deep blue pearl beneath the sword tassel, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"I hope he will not waste the chance that Grand Tutor Gu risked his life for."

The Red Armor Army behind Tan Mengjun suddenly stirred. These veterans, who had followed Gu Changqing from the northern frontier, now had bloodshot eyes, and none of them slammed their spears heavily on the ground.

"I am the Duke of Hengzhou, and now that the Grand Tutor has fallen, command of the battlefield should naturally be taken over by me!"

Xuan Tie's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at the Crimson Armor Army in front of Xuanwu Guard, who had ended their spontaneous counterattack against Tan Mengjun. Suddenly, he brushed his fingers across the blade of his sword.

The Black Tortoise on my waist spun around, and the hexagram stopped at the "Kan" position.