Yang Duanhe and Lian Po were in a stalemate on the Puyang battlefield for nearly four months, and the decisive battle began.
The Qin army approached Lianpo's camp. The rumble of their advance shook the earth, and the gravel was trembling.
The faces of the Wei troops guarding the camp were earth-colored, and the hands holding their bows and swords were dripping with sweat. Looking at the world full of black-armored enemies, fear spread.
"There is indeed something wrong with Lian Po's camp." Yang Duanhe saw the expressions on the enemy's guarding soldiers and became more confident about the battle.
He shouted to the formation: "The public loser's mechanism beast, destroy the camp!"
"Hehe, general, don't worry, my improved Potu Erlang can easily deal with this mere camp."
Gong Shuqiu has been in the army for many days. He has had many battles with the enemy, Master Ban of the Mo family, and is constantly collecting data to improve his own machine beasts.
Hundreds of chariots with rhinoceros horns as fronts rushed out of the military formation, crashing into the camp with sparks and lightning.
"Dang Dang Dang~"
Huge and heavy footsteps were heard, and the fifteen white tigers of the Mohist clan appeared. Under the control of the elite disciples of the Mohist clan, they used various methods to destroy several rhinoceros chariots.
However, Gong Shuqiu, who was backed by Qin's wealth and wealth, was still smiling proudly. Although dozens of chariots were destroyed, the remaining ones were stabbed directly into the camp. The rhinoceros horns turned, and the camp was immediately torn apart, with countless huge gaps appearing.
When Yang Duanhe saw that the camp was broken, he immediately ordered: "Charge the whole army!"
Only the horns and shouts of the Qin army's charge were left between heaven and earth. Seeing the strength of the opponent's army, everyone in the Mohist family retreated one after another.
Fifteen white tigers fought and fled at the same time. Every time they attacked, they knocked down dozens of Qin soldiers, making them unstoppable.
When Gongshu Qiu saw that the white tiger of the government was wreaking havoc again, he cursed fiercely: "The Mo family, which only rests on its laurels, is still relying on the wisdom of the founder. Let you see, I am a broken man."
The White Tiger was driven by two adult men. One of them suddenly shouted, "Look, what is that?"
A huge metal ball rolled towards them in their field of vision. The iron ball was covered in ferocious armor, and they did not dare to resist it with the white tiger's wooden shell.
"Get away from it."
"Know."
The White Tiger quickly jumped and moved sideways to avoid the impact. However, countless arrows were suddenly shot out of the ball, and the two White Tiger drivers were shot dead on the spot.
Gongshuqiu laughed proudly from behind: "Hmph, the White Tiger driven by two disciples is not like my Poto Saburo, which has a cockpit. As long as the driver is killed, the White Tiger will be nothing more than a pile of broken wood."
"Rumble~"
Several more of the Qin army's Po Tu Sanlang rolled forward as the vanguard. The Mohists decisively gave up the first layer of defense and retreated into the camp.
"Archer! Release."
The Qin army advanced to the barracks, and the archery formation began to fire their bows continuously. Arrows were thrown into the camp, and the panic screams could be heard faintly. When the Qin army rushed into the camp, there was no special organization.
Effective resistance.
When Yang Duanhe saw these tragic corpses lying on the ground, he was very proud and said, "Haha, this is a group of old, weak and disabled people. Lian Po is gone."
"Kill~"
The Qin army destroyed the camp and rushed in like a huge wave. They killed everyone they encountered and went deep into the enemy camp in a bloody process.
High in the sky, the Mo family's mechanism, the Suzaku, was circling. Master Ban and the Six-fingered Black Man watched helplessly as the crowds of people underground were so small that they only had black dots.
"This Lian Po is really cruel. This is simply a massacre~" Master Ban pushed Suzaku's joystick, facing the black tide below that was swallowing and spreading, and his impression of Lian Po, a famous general, fell off a cliff.
The six-fingered black man closed his eyes and cracked the bones of his hand holding Mo Mei, "Oh, this is war, and it is also the reason why generations of disciples of the Mo family have firmly opposed war. His heroes are my enemies. Why can't people from all over the world...
Let's keep faith with each other and live in peace..."
Suzaku spun around in the air a few more times. Master Ban pointed down and said, "Young man, the Qin army is almost in a urn."
"Send a signal to Lian Po."
The plan was successful, but the Six-fingered Black Man was not happy at all. Regardless of whether they were Qin people, Wei people, or Koreans, there were more than 300,000 people in total. How many percent of them could survive today's war?
Suzaku sent a signal, and the armies of Han and Wei came out from everywhere and made dumplings for the Qin army. Because of the previous massacre, the Qin army's lineup was scattered, and now it became extremely difficult to organize a battle formation.
Lian Po, dressed in bright armor, finally appeared in Yang Duanhe's sight.
He pointed the sword in his hand, and his powerful voice penetrated the battlefield, "Yang Duanhe, you have been ambushed by me from all sides, and you still haven't dismounted and surrendered!"
"General, we have fallen into a trap. Get out quickly."
"General, I will protect you to the death and rush out!"
The generals surrounding Yang Duan and his side asked the general to retreat quickly.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!" Wei Zhuang, whose white hair was flying and stained with blood, raged with orange-red sword energy, and the Qin troops blocking the road were cut into pieces. He led the Korean troops straight into Yang Duanhe's retreat.
A bright blue-white sword light appeared, and Gai Nie faced his junior brother solemnly, "Xiao Zhuang, this road is blocked."
"Hmph, if I kill you, there will be no obstruction." Wei Zhuang wiped his sword and flew up from the horse, "Across all directions!"
Under the sweeping force of the sword energy, the people in front of them fell on their backs.
"Hundred Steps Flying Sword."
The light of the Qingshuang Sword chilled the Nine Provinces, and Gai Nie also flew out and grabbed the shark's teeth.
The battle that broke out between the two was filled with sword energy, and the soldiers fighting on both sides quickly retreated for fear of being affected.
Yang Duanhe looked at this so-called "ambush from ten sides" plan and raised his sword high, "When we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win. I, the sharp warrior of Great Qin, am invincible in the world! All soldiers, follow me to kill the enemy~"
"General, what are you doing?"
"Stop talking nonsense, follow me and kill him, chop off Lian Po's head!"
"General, don't retreat now—"
Yang Duanhe cut the word "retreat" back into the man's throat with a sword, threw off his head, clapped his horse forward, and kept shouting: "Yang Duanhe is here, all the soldiers follow me to kill~"
The vigor and vitality of the Wei army is just like being lifted up by a powerful medicine stone, and the light returns to the sky. How can it stand against our great Qin warriors?! Lian Po, the decisive battle you desperately seek is nothing more than this.
His charge was certainly not stubborn. Rather, if he, as the general, retreated and the Qin army was in chaos, Lian Po would be completely successful.
When we encounter each other on a narrow road, the brave will win. The Qin army is fierce and physically strong, and the Wei army is ambushed but has recovered. It is still unclear who will win!
Lian Po saw that Yang Duanhe was not moved at all and rushed to kill him personally. The Qin army was not only not panicked by the ambush, but was aroused with ferocity, and felt regretful in his heart.
"It's up to people to plan things, and it's up to God to make things happen. Now that things have come to an end, it depends on who can persevere to the end. Soldiers, follow me and kill~"
The old general also went forward personally. The Wei army was already fighting to the death, but it was even more crazy to be led by him.
The people on both sides were so furious that it was difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy in the melee. The eyes were full of moving little red figures, and their ears had already been deafened by the shouts of "kill, kill, kill". The only thing in their minds was "kill, kill, kill", and their muscles were waving their weapons unconsciously...
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"This, this, this..."
The Mohist disciples had already witnessed the Battle of Yan and Zhao, but the meat grinder-like military camp in front of them still violently impacted their hearts.
The six-fingered black man's sharp gaze found the Qin army general in the battlefield filled with heads. He unsheathed the black eyebrows in his hands and said, "Disciples of the Mohist family, listen to the order. Capture the thief first and capture the king first. Capture and kill Yang Duanhe. The Qin army will inevitably be defeated. Take action!"