Lights flickered, and the sounds of battle and clamor from inside and outside the military camp surged into the king's tent like waves. Some came from afar, faintly audible, yet one could discern the sound of tens of thousands of people. Others sounded nearby – the running of troops and the shouts of messengers, bringing news of the enemy's approach.

"I…"

Li Qianshun, who had been silent all along, stood up from his seat in the central tent. "I… now believe that such a powerful army exists in this world."

Inside the king's tent, Ashaganbu and the others stood at attention, hearing Li Qianshun's words.

"But I do not believe they can continue to be so formidable! Order the crossbows to prepare, and use fire arrows to meet the enemy!"

Ashaganbu hesitated for a moment. "Your Majesty, the daylight is gone, and the enemy's position cannot be clearly seen. Moreover, there are our own troops…"

"If they are our comrades, why don't they turn back and face the enemy?" Li Qianshun's gaze swept over them, and then he said, "Burn them to death!"

"Iron Falcons, prepare!"

"Crossbows and Po Xi, prepare!"

"Garrison Battalion, prepare…"

Leaping out of the king's tent, amidst the stretching flames, the elite troops of Western Xia waited in ranks. Outside the main formation, banners and figures ran in all directions, scattering and fleeing. Some headed toward the main formation, while others detoured around it. At this moment, the enforcement team guarded the Western Xia king's position, and even the scouts who had been sent out were no longer allowed to enter. In the distance, something suddenly exploded in the fleeing crowd – a dynamite pack thrown from the high sky.

The crossbow troops within the main formation lit their torches, and then lights rose into the sky like rain, only to fall back into the crowd.

In the distance, the crowd ran and the fighting spread. Only vaguely could one make out the figures of the black flag soldiers.

Li Qianshun ascended the wooden watchtower, looking at this chaotic rout, and sincerely sighed: "What a fine army…" Vaguely, he also saw the balloons floating in the distant sky.

In the military camp, Ashaganbu mounted his horse, wielding his saber, and shouted: "Where are the Tangut sons!?"

Before him, the hostage army and garrison battalion soldiers stretched out densely, responding with deafening roars.

"Go! If you don't go, you die—"

Outside the camp, Luo Ye and his companions drove more than a thousand disarmed prisoners forward.

In the process of fighting their way here, several thousand Black Flag soldiers charged in units, sometimes together and sometimes scattered, and it was unknown how many battles they had fought. During this process, a large number of Western Xia troops collapsed and scattered, and some were killed on their way back. Luo Ye and others, speaking in their not-so-fluent Western Xia language, ordered them to discard their weapons, and then cut each person's leg, forcing them to move forward. In the middle of this, they encountered Liu Chengzong leading the light cavalry, and the momentum of the entire Western Xia army's collapse had become even greater.

When they saw the position of Li Qianshun's main formation, and the rockets densely flying into the sky, everyone knew that the moment of the final battle was coming.

The four fields were dim, and in the night, the wilderness seemed boundless. The surrounding noise and heads were the same. The black banners were almost invisible in such darkness.

After nearly half a day of fighting and shifting positions, fatigue and pain were sweeping in, trying to conquer everything.

How many companions were still nearby, no one knew.

The final obstacle was ahead, and how difficult it would be could not be estimated.

But for more than a year, the pressure of having no way forward had never weakened. The pressure from the Jurchens, the pressure of the world being in chaos, and the pressure of being enemies with the world, in fact, enveloped them every moment. Following the rebellion, some were coerced, and some were impulsive. However, as soldiers, charging on the front lines, they could also see more clearly to what extent people would be miserable in a chaotic world if the world fell and the Jurchens ravaged it. This was also why they chose to rebel after seeing a glimmer of difference, instead of going with the flow.

If they had not seen the scene of devastation and suffering, had not personally seen families being destroyed when the war spread, men being tortured and women being raped and humiliated to death, they probably would have chosen the same path as ordinary people: where could they not live in humiliation for the rest of their lives?

But even the most foolish people would understand how difficult it was to be enemies with the world.

In this year, whether they had shown optimism or fearlessness, such thoughts and awareness were actually pressing on everyone's heart. They had been able to come all the way here only because someone had told them that there was no way forward, so they would use their knives to carve one out, and the people around them had all taken up this knife. Breaking Yanzhou and destroying the Iron Falcons, they were already the strongest soldiers in the world. However, if they returned to Xiaocang River now, what awaited them might be the pressure of hundreds of thousands of troops, and the loss of their own morale.

There had never been an easy road in this world, and now, the road was in sight!

"—The road is ahead!" A hoarse voice rang out in the darkness. Even just hearing it, one could feel the fatigue and difficulty in that voice, strained to the limit.

"…Die here or kill our way through!"

"…Do you still have the strength!?"

"Forward—"

Such and such voices, no one knew who was shouting. In all the voices, fatigue was already revealed. The veterans who had fought in large and small battles were trying to save every bit of strength, but there were still many people who spontaneously spoke out and shouted, some were officers, and some were ordinary Black Flag soldiers, straining their strength to cheer up the people around them.

The shield formation was pieced together again. Lu Jie fell to the ground, his whole body covered with the flesh and blood of the enemy. After struggling for a moment, someone pulled him up from the side, and that person shouted loudly, "How are you!?"

"N-…nothing!"

Lu Jie walked forward, joining his shield to the formation.

Immense chaos, arrows flying. Soon after, the enemy came from the front! It was the most elite infantry composed of the Western Xia hostage army and garrison battalion. The shield formations crashed together with a bang, followed by a landslide-like force! The people behind used long spears to thrust forward, and someone fell to the ground, sweeping people's legs with spears. Through the gaps in the shields, a long spear stabbed over, about to twist wildly, Lu Jie grabbed it, pressed it down with force.

His body was still squeezing forward on the shield, and a companion climbed onto his body, suddenly waving, with a bang in front, flames ignited. This companion who threw the bomb was also immediately stabbed by a spear and fell down.

The long spear in Lu Jie's hand began to pull back. People squeezed against each other, the horizontal edge of the long spear pressed against his face, and then slowly cut into the flesh, cutting his ears in half, and then half of his cheek. He clenched his teeth, shouted, and pushed the shield hard. The retracting spear hooked his fingers, pressed against the shield, and blood poured out of his hand. Four fingers were cut off by the spear and the shield, and as the blood spurted out, the strength was fading in his body. He was still pushing the shield with all his strength, subconsciously shouting, "Someone. Someone." He didn't know if anyone could hear him.

A companion holding a spear stabbed out the spear point from the side, and then squeezed next to him, pushing his shield hard. Lu Jie's body slowly slid forward, blood pouring out of his fingers: What a pity. He looked at the shield formation, listening to the shouts of countless people, darkness was gradually engulfing his strength, vision, and life, but what made him gratified was that someone had held up that shield in time.

—Because one person's retreat is not just one person's failure. When you retreat, your companions will die.

Tens of thousands of hostage army troops pushed up, and on the contact front, they began to retreat…

The Iron Falcons rushed out of the Western Xia camp. Fleeing and collapsing soldiers were in front of them. The heavy cavalry wearing iron armor formed a line, like a huge barrier.

These Iron Falcons could no longer charge. The knights wearing iron armor got off their horses, driving the iron-clad warhorses, pushing and grinding forward. Flaming arrows flew across the night sky. At the same time, stones thrown by Po Xi with catapults occasionally streaked past. The Iron Falcons charged in the flickering light, and half of them crashed into a ball on this front line.

Knights on foot wearing iron armor and heavy cavalry wearing iron armor fought into a melee, sparks constantly flashing in the darkness. The explosives carried by the soldiers in the rear had been used up. These formations drove the horse teams with their eyes bound, constantly charging, spreading forward, and even the last five hundred Iron Falcons were swallowed up and lost their charging speed.

And the light cavalry detoured, began to cooperate with the infantry, and launched a desperate charge.

The battlefield spread vast and mighty. In this ocean-like crowd of people, Mao Yishan's saber had a rolled edge. He changed a saber while pushing the shield. The saber was taken by him when his companion named Qian Suiying fell. Qian Suiying, called "Thousand-Year Eagle" during training, Mao Yishan liked his name, thinking it was obviously given by a learned person, had said: "If you can't live to a thousand years old, this name would be too much of a pity." When he fell just now, Mao Yishan thought "What a pity", he grabbed the knife in the other's hand, wanting to kill the person who had stabbed out the spear.

But the figures of the people opposite were dense, and he couldn't cut them.

Qu Qing's old injury had relapsed, two arrows were stuck in his body, staggering forward, still shouting hard in his mouth. On the front line of the fight, Hou Wu was covered in blood, stabbing the spear point forward, again and again, his mouth, opening to let out hoarse shouts, was full of blood foam.

Li Qianshun stood on the watchtower, looking at everything around him, and suddenly felt a little strange.

Western Xia and the Wu Dynasty had been fighting for many years, wars and killings came and went. From when he was a child, he had already experienced and witnessed these military matters. The Wu Dynasty's Western Army was strong, and the folk customs in the Northwest were sturdy, that was also what he had seen since a long time ago. In fact, the Northwest of the Wu Dynasty was sturdy, so was Western Xia. He was used to seeing everything on the battlefield. Only this time, this was a battlefield he had never seen before.

The people who were killing from the darkness around him were obviously not many, obviously they were also tired, but the pressure coming from all around the battlefield was pushing like a landslide.

The hostage army formation was shaking. In the center of contact, gaps began to appear in the shield formation, and it was being pushed back. Every step of this slow retreat meant the gushing of countless blood. More hostage army troops were outflanking from both sides, one of which encountered the light cavalry. Trained

They formed a forest-like spear formation, and in the high sky, the same thing was falling down, falling into the crowd.

With a loud bang, minced meat flew, and the shock wave spread out. After a moment, the crossbows in the rear kept shooting arrows into the sky. The only balloon that floated near the Western Xia main formation was covered by the arrow rain. The operator above lowered the height of the balloon to drop the dynamite pack.

In the night, the red tide of blood and fire was surging, light cavalry protruding, infantry fighting, heavy cavalry advancing, hot air balloons flying down, igniting flames, and then the explosion sweeping out. At some point, Luo Ye flipped open his shield: "Li Qianshun! Borrow your head to play with—"

Beside him, shouts broke through the night.

The bloody wave of soldiers, rushing out into the light ahead—

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