Sui and Tang Dynasties: You were driven out of Wagang, but you surrendered to Yang Guang and were ma

Chapter 346 Battle in Desperation, Level 1

"Brothers, grab your weapons!"

Yuwen Chenglong drew his silver spear, its tip gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Behind him, Sui soldiers, Qiang cavalry, and Gaochang guards all raised their weapons, their eyes filled with fighting spirit.

The eight hundred men, with overwhelming momentum, plunged straight into the heart of the foreign army's camp.

However, when everyone actually stepped into the camp, they were all stunned.

As far as the eye could see, there were mountains of corpses.

One body was stacked on top of another, one layer upon another, lying haphazardly across the entire open space.

A tattered banner lay askew in the pool of blood, and broken halberds and shards of sword were scattered all over the ground.

The air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood, mixed with the stench of rust and entrails, which assaulted the very core of my being.

The ground beneath their feet was completely soaked in blood, sticky and slippery, making a sickening smacking sound as they stepped on it.

The crimson blood gathered into streams, slowly flowing out of the camp, forming dark red pools in the low-lying areas.

"This...this..."

An old Sui soldier opened his mouth wide, as if something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

He's fought half his life; what kind of horrific scenes hasn't he seen?

But the scene before him still sent chills down his spine and made his scalp tingle.

This is not a battlefield, this is a slaughterhouse.

And there is only one person who caused all of this.

"See, I told you that with the prince taking action, it's none of our business."

The fact that the prince doesn't usually intervene is because he's leaving us brothers a way to make a living and giving us a chance to achieve great things.

Yuwen Chenglong carried a silver spear and pointed the tip at the still-growing mountain of corpses in the distance.

His tone carried a hint of nonchalance, as if he were used to it, yet also a touch of pride and smugness.

"Your Highness... he is no longer human."

He is a being who surpasses all other military generals in the world!

Pei Yuanqing's hand holding the silver hammer trembled slightly, not from fear, but from excitement.

His gaze followed the invincible figure in the camp, his eyes filled with fervor and reverence.

If we were to rank the military generals of the Sui Dynasty, Pei Yuanqing, Yuwen Chengdu, and Luo Cheng would be in the same category.

But Lü Xiao is in a league of his own.

"kill!"

Another deafening battle cry erupted from ahead.

Lu Xiao's unparalleled halberd swept out horizontally, the blade cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

The dozen or so elite barbarian warriors in front of him didn't even have time to scream before they were cut in half at the waist.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, exploding into crimson mists in the air.

Lu Xiao was covered in blood, his head and toes soaked in the enemy's blood, like a killing god who had just crawled out of a pool of blood.

But his movements did not slow down at all; on the contrary, they became faster and more violent.

With a single swing of the halberd, several people died.

With each step he took, a corpse appeared beneath his feet.

"Brothers! The prince is still fighting ahead, we can't just stand by and watch!"

Yuwen Chenglong hung the wine flask on his waist and pointed his silver spear forward sharply.

"Charge with me! Let these barbarians see what the iron cavalry of the Sui Dynasty is all about!"

"kill!"

Eight hundred people roared in unison, their voices echoing across the surrounding area.

The Sui cavalry took the lead, followed closely by the Qiang cavalry, with the Gaochang guards bringing up the rear.

The 800-person team charged forward with the momentum of 80,000 people.

However, when they actually rushed into the battlefield, they found that they didn't need to do anything at all.

The foreign soldiers had long been terrified by Lü Xiao's killing; their faces were pale and their eyes were unfocused.

He couldn't even hold his weapon steady, and it clattered and fell to the ground.

Seeing Yuwen Chenglong and the others rushing over, they not only did not resist, but instead knelt down in unison.

"Don't kill me...don't kill me..."

"I surrender! I surrender!"

Pleading, crying, and fawning in various languages ​​mingled together, rising and falling in waves.

Some people kowtowed repeatedly, their foreheads hitting the pool of blood, splattering dark red blood.

Some people even rolled their eyes and fainted from fright.

"Hehehe, I'm so awesome!"

Yuwen Chenglong sat on his horse, his silver spear pointing diagonally at the ground, striking what he considered a majestic pose.

Before he even made a move, the enemy was already kneeling on the ground.

Doesn't this prove that his reputation as the White Dragon of the Waves has spread throughout the Western Regions, making his enemies tremble with fear?

"My lord, it seems they're not afraid of you..."

A Sui soldier muttered something under his breath and pointed to the blood-red figure in the distance that was still reaping lives.

"Shut up!"

Yuwen Chenglong glared at the soldier.

"Can't you speak properly? Can't you speak properly?"

The prince's reputation is my reputation, and my reputation is the prince's reputation. Why bother making such a distinction?

The soldier shrank back, not daring to say another word.

"Alright, alright, stop standing there!"

Yuwen Chenglong waved his hand and began assigning tasks.

"You lot, go and gather all those kneeling together. Keep an eye on them and don't let them cause trouble."

"You lot, follow me and charge forward to meet the Prince!"

"And you all..."

He pointed at the musicians holding their instruments, eager to try them out, and his lips twitched.

"You...you can play music here to liven things up."

"Okay!"

The musicians perked up immediately upon hearing this.

The sounds of drums, suonas, and horns rang out once again.

The stirring music echoed amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, carrying a touch of tragic grandeur and desolation.

Hearing the commotion behind him, Lü Xiao, who was charging ahead, turned around and glanced back.

He beckoned to the swift Red Hare and then said, "I'm leaving this place to you; I'm going to find the Prince of Dai!"

Before he finished speaking, the Red Hare, with its neighing steed, had already charged towards Lü Xiao like an arrow released from a bow.

Mounting his horse, Lü Xiao charged forward and soon arrived at the strategic point of the Loulan Ancient Road.

He reined in his horse, slowly brought it to a stop, raised his head, and his sharp gaze swept over the surrounding terrain.

The slopes on both sides are gentle, not steep, but enough to trap people inside.

The road ahead narrowed further and further, like a gaping maw waiting for its prey to walk into its trap.

"Tsk."

Lu Xiao clicked his tongue and frowned slightly.

He had seen similar descriptions of this terrain in books.

Panshe Valley is where Zhuge Liang burned the rattan armor soldiers.

That was a dead end, a dead end.

Getting in is easy, getting out is hard.

"drive!"

Lu Xiao hesitated for only a moment before giving up.

With a squeeze of its legs against the horse's belly, the Red Hare let out a long neigh and charged into the pit.

Now that we're here, we can't just turn back, can we?

The atmosphere in the valley was extremely tense.

Yang You was bound hand and foot to a thick wooden stake, with a rag stuffed in his mouth, so he could only make muffled whimpering sounds.

Dozens of heavy crossbow carts were lined up in front of him.

Each crossbow cart was fitted with an iron-barreled arrow as thick as an arm, the arrowhead gleaming eerily in the dim light.

These arrows were wound by a winch, and their force was enough to pierce through three layers of iron armor.