Chapter 292 Unfinished Ambition, Unfinished Regret

Chapter 292 Unfinished Ambition, Unfinished Regret

Chapter 292 Unfinished Ambition, Unfinished Regret

Meng Wu, the general of the Luchuan front army, stepped on the blood and kicked the "ball".
He walked into the battlefield with a serious face, his expression was extremely ugly.

The corpses scattered all over the ground woke him up from his dream of getting promoted and getting rich.

His sight rested on the figure standing in the center, his eyes narrowed slightly.
The bravery of the Ming soldiers was beyond his imagination, especially the 500 soldiers who were guarding the rear.
Almost all of the 2,000 soldiers, who had already suffered heavy losses, were lost.

Meng Wu looked towards the north, the direction where the soldiers were fleeing, with a hint of a sneer on his face.
No matter what, the outcome of tonight's battle will not change.

He ordered coldly:
"Four thousand men pursued, and after meeting the enemy, they rushed to the enemy, and retreated at the order;

Lead them into the rear encirclement without any hesitation!"

"Yes!"

The order was issued, and the camp, which had been somewhat stable, was awakened.
More torches were hastily lit, the faint light flickering in the night, and four thousand elite soldiers quickly assembled in the night.
They were dressed in dark armor, with colorful paint on their faces, and they moved silently through the dense forest.

The jungle looks even darker in the night.

The leaves rustled gently in the breeze.
The column of four thousand men was as agile and swift as locusts in the night.
They followed the winding path and quickly pursued the fleeing Ming army.

As they went deeper, the originally quiet jungle gradually became noisy.

The night wind began to be filled with the sound of weapons clashing and the restless breathing of war horses.

The night is no longer a barrier of protection, but a stage for fighting between the two sides.

Meng Wu stood on a huge rock and saw that a large number of soldiers were missing from his side.

A hint of expectation finally appeared on his calm face.
As long as we can lead the 4,000 Ming troops into encirclement,
With more people, we will surely defeat them.

By then, this achievement of annihilating the enemy will surely allow him to reach a higher level.

With his heart pounding, Meng Wu looked down at the ball at his feet.
His facial features were vaguely visible, and there was a hint of sarcasm on his face:
"Warfare is not such a simple matter. It is better to die than to be incompetent. Those who do not know their own limits deserve to die."

Meng Wu murmured, the sigh in his eyes gradually subsided.

Looking back to the south, Pingshan Valley is not far away.
The general is still waiting for news of his triumphant return.

Taking a deep breath, Meng Wu ordered in a cold voice:

"All troops, follow up, the front troops meet the enemy, outflanking immediately!!"

"Yes!"

In less than half an hour, Deng Zhizhong led the battered team.
Less than five hundred soldiers staggered back to where the main force was.

In the night, their figures looked particularly tired and embarrassed.

Deng Zhizhong's face was covered with sweat and dirt.
The armor was torn in many places and covered in blood.

The soldiers behind him looked even more haggard, their clothes were ragged, and their weapons were broken.
Even the wound was still oozing blood, staining the collar of his clothes red.

Having just escaped from a thrilling battle and then experienced fleeing in the jungle,

It made them physically and mentally exhausted. Every step they took felt like walking on the edge of a knife, painful and difficult.

Now, when they finally returned to the main area,

Everyone felt relieved at having survived a disaster.

Although exhausted, their eyes revealed an indescribable excitement.

They looked back from time to time and saw a slight noise coming from the distant jungle.
The sleeping birds were circling overhead, someone was chasing me!!

Guan Wenji hurried over, his face full of anxiety, and took a quick look.

Seeing that there were still more than 400 people, he breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as not all of them die, this strategy is successful!

"grown ups!"

Deng Zhizhong's breathing sounded like a bellows.

His face was flushed from running, and sweat was dripping down.

He said breathlessly:

"Hurry, hurry, hurry. There are more people catching up. Not as many as expected.
Prepare to engage the enemy, and kill as many as you can.
If the enemy retreats, pursue them and draw most of them out.

If they want to fight to the death with us, we will not give in.

When they bring the follow-up troops, we will retreat to Sunflower Hill.

Tell General Mu to be ready, success or failure depends on this one move!"

Guan Wenji's face became extremely solemn:
"Yes, sir, everything has been arranged!"

In less than two quarters of an hour, a dense mass of enemy troops appeared in the jungle, and Meng Wu also rushed over at this moment.

He would not feel at ease if he did not personally command a battle involving four thousand men.

Looking at the camp in the open area ahead, he had a stern expression on his face and gave the order in a cold voice:

"Charge the front and shoot rockets!"

Following his order, the soldiers who had been ready for battle quickly took action.
They divided into several groups and approached the camp.

At the same time, a group of archers were ready in the rear.
In his hand he held a specially made rocket, the arrow head of which was tied with something flammable.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

The rocket streaked across the night sky, carrying blazing flames, and shot accurately towards the front of the camp.

It drew dazzling tracks in the sky, falling like a meteor, instantly igniting the camp tents.
The fire spread quickly, lighting up the night sky.

Meng Wu stood on a high place, quietly watching the tent being burned out bit by bit.
The objects inside gradually emerged.

There are tables, chairs, benches and beds.

Looking at the Ming army struggling to put out the flames below,
A slight smile appeared on Meng Wu's lips, and he felt completely relieved.

He was now extremely certain that the thousand men in front were meant to lure the enemy deeper into their territory.

The real main force is these four thousand people!

Looking at the chaotic battlefield, Meng Wu's smile widened and he snorted:
"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it. Four thousand people are trying to commit crimes in the mountains and forests.
The Ming people are too arrogant, so let me show you the elite of Luchuan."

With the blazing flames, the front of the camp seemed to have turned into a hell.

The two sides engaged in a fierce battle in this narrow space.

A strong smell of blood and burning filled the air in an instant.

As the attackers, the Luchuan people's battle line looked a bit messy under the light of the fire.

Although the soldiers are brave and fearless,

But on the battlefield, personal bravery is of no use at all.

By the time the Ming army stabilized its formation, its disadvantages in terms of organization and equipment gradually became apparent.

The shouts of killing were still deafening.
But their confidence seemed to be weakened silently, and the sound of weapons clashing came one after another.

But it can be clearly felt that
The long swords of the Luchuan people made a dull echo when they collided with the Ming army's armor, and seemed to be powerless.

The flames raged in the camp, lighting up the night sky like day.
The battle line between the two sides was very long, and there was even a tendency to expand into the mountains and forests.

Meng Wu's face was extremely ugly.
Although I already knew that the elite troops of Luchuan were not as good as the elite troops of Daming,
But after the attack on the camp, the front line was pushed back, which seemed a bit unbearable.

Similarly, he also understood how these Ming troops, with only 5,000 soldiers, had the confidence to act so recklessly in the southwestern mountains and forests.

Meng Wu's eyes flickered back and forth, taking in these elite Ming troops.

Unfamiliar with mountain warfare, armor and long swords are extremely elite,

He is particularly good at infantry combat, and has a plan for everything.
These people are most likely the Ming Dynasty’s imperial army.

A trace of relief flashed across Meng Wu's face. General Nabudi was right.
We must go all out to deal with the elite troops of the Ming army. Fortunately, we brought all the soldiers here.

Time passed by little by little, and the fighting on the battlefield continued.

The smell of blood in the air has reached its peak.

Even the sky seemed to be covered with a slightly hazy blood color.

The war was raging, and as time went on,

The initiative on the battlefield has fallen into the hands of the Ming army.
From the initial position in front of the camp, the Luchuan soldiers were pushed up the hillside.

And it keeps advancing forward,

Most of the corpses scattered all over the land belonged to Luchuan soldiers.
The Ming soldiers benefited from the complete battle formation and excellent armor.

Despite the back and forth battles, the casualties were not that great.

Not far away, Deng Zhizhong looked at the battlefield with a burning gaze, a hint of amusement on his face:
"It seems that there are smart people among the Luchuan generals.
If we hadn't gotten the intelligence in advance, we might have been fooled by him."

Not far away, Deputy General Guan Wenji, who was constantly directing the dispatch, cast his eyes over.
With a hint of eagerness on his face:
"Sir, the enemy has suffered more than a thousand casualties. If they don't retreat,

We can consume them here and defeat them on the front battlefield."

Deng Zhizhong's face remained calm, even though this statement was extremely tempting to him.

But the overall situation is the overall situation.

The Dragon and Tiger Guards' strategy was to feign defeat in order to lure the enemy in. Their target was also all the soldiers in Luchuan. They must not lose the big picture for the sake of small gains.

He sighed and shook his head slowly:

"Proceed according to the plan and advance steadily. The Luchuan people should also retreat."

As the words fell, a slightly desolate horn sounded from all directions on the hillside, and along with the breeze, it made waves of sobs.
“Retreat, retreat!!”

"The enemy is retreating!!"

At the front line of the Dragon and Tiger Guards, some soldiers cheered with joy of victory.

Deng Zhizhong heard the voice and a smile appeared on his face:
"It seems that General Luchuan is also losing his temper."

In his opinion, it was also a way to lure the enemy.

Before the death, the Luchuan Army would suffer at least 2,000 casualties, so there would be no loopholes if they retreated further.

On the battlefield, the generals of both sides compete to see who is more ruthless. Whoever can be ruthless will win!
Guan Wenji smiled at the side, as if he saw the dawn of victory.
Now all they have to do to win is move forward and then escape!

"Sir, shall we chase him?"

Deng Zhizhong laughed:
"How can I let them go after killing so many of my Dragon and Tiger Guards?
Chase, of course we must chase, give the order, the soldiers chase and kill,

If you encounter an enemy ambush, turn back as soon as you meet the enemy.
Without any hesitation, bring most of them back!"

“Yes!” “Bang, bang, bang!”

The fierce sound of war drums suddenly rang out, and the Dragon and Tiger Guards, who had been silent, seemed to have awakened their fighting spirit.
As the messenger waved his flag, the soldiers of the Dragon and Tiger Guards who were still able to fight rushed after him.
The torches and black spots all over the mountains looked like an army of ants passing through.

"kill!!!"

"kill!!!"

The shouts of killing echoed from all directions.

The wild animals in the forest were frightened and dared not show their heads.
There are pythons rolling among the dead branches and leaves. They want to escape from here quickly!

Meng Wu, who was retreating, heard the voice coming from behind and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The enemy was foolish, and most of them were pursued, so this battle was decided.

Meng Wu looked at the messenger and quickly ordered:
"After arriving at Huanglian Forest, most of the troops immediately counterattacked and launched a pursuit.

No one is allowed to stop and leave these Ming troops in the southwest forests! ! "

"Yes!!"

The messenger quickly left the team and the command flag spread all around.

Not far away, in the yellow lotus forest,

Nabudi, wearing armor, stood beside his horse like an iron tower.

Looking at the fire getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, Meng Wu is a good fighter.
Inform the entire army, when the enemy arrives, quickly and fiercely attack and pursue them, and don't let anyone escape!"

After saying this, Nabudi jumped on his horse.
Standing quietly on the warhorse, holding a war hammer in his hand, ready to attack.

Closer, closer, closer and closer!
There are more and more fires in the forest.

The majority of the retreating soldiers can already be seen returning, and the scattered figures are particularly eye-catching.

Seeing this, Nabudi snorted coldly, with a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes.
These people are the ones who are not in the front when killing the enemy, but the ones who retreat the fastest.
Now that the war is fierce, it is difficult to punish him, which is a pity.

He looked at the guard beside him and ordered:

"Record the twenty people who retreat the fastest and punish them after the battle."

"Yes!"

The guard nearby quickly threw it aside and informed the military clerk.

More and more people retreated, and the silhouettes of the Ming army could be vaguely seen.

Nabudi saw that the Ming army ahead had not yet realized there was an ambush, and the smile on his face grew wider.
Time passed little by little, and the Ming army in front of them had already appeared in their field of vision in an organized manner.
Nabudi knew that he couldn't wait any longer.
The terrain here is not good. It would be bad if we were discovered and ambushed!
In the night, Nabudi's tall figure is particularly eye-catching, like a god of war about to emerge at dawn.

He slowly drew out from his waist the long sword that had seen countless battles.

The blade reflected a cold light under the cold moonlight.
He gripped the hilt tightly, the muscles in his arms tensed,

With a powerful swing of his arm, the long sword cut through the air, causing a sharp whistling sound.
It seemed as if even the night was cut off.

"Advance, leave these Ming troops here!"

The sound echoed in the night sky, full of irresistible majesty.

Following his order, countless torches suddenly appeared in the dark forest, instantly illuminating the night.
The originally dark jungle suddenly became boiling, and countless black shadows jumped out from the shadows.

It formed an unstoppable torrent and rushed towards the Ming army that was in a slump not far away!

The neighing of war horses, the clashing of weapons, and the roar of footsteps intertwined with each other, making the southwestern mountains no longer peaceful.

“Retreat, retreat, retreat!!”

"There's an ambush!!"

"I will cover the rear, you retreat!"

"Brothers, kill me!"

Noisy sounds came from all directions.

The Ming army that was originally pursuing was instantly split into two.

Half of them fled, and the other half stopped the enemy, with the gap between them as clear as the boundary between Chu and Han.

As Nabudi approached the battlefield, a strange look flashed in his eyes.
The elite and courageous nature of the Ming army still exceeded his imagination.

In the Ming Dynasty, soldiers who died in the rear guard received double compensation, and their descendants had no worries.

This also made them not hesitate, at least they were braver than the Luchuan people when it came to blocking the enemy from the rear.

Nabudi took a deep breath and issued another military order:
"Chase, chase, don't let anyone get away!!!"

"Kill."

The shouts of killing spread all over the sky as the Ming army fled.
The originally dark southwestern forests seemed to be on fire, spreading towards the north.
Half an hour later, Sunflower Hill!
Deng Zhizhong looked even more miserable when he arrived here, and his armor was somewhat tattered.

As more and more soldiers rushed back, more and more Luchuan people came chasing after them.

His expression finally relaxed a little.
At this point, there is no suspense in this battle.

Mu Sheng, who was standing beside him, stared blankly at the scene before him.
Instead of showing any joy, his face was extremely heavy.
Although the Dragon and Tiger Guards retreated in an orderly manner and had already decided on a strategy,

But the casualties along the way must have been considerable.

"Lord Deng has paid too high a price. If the two divisions joined forces and charged directly to Pingshan Valley, it might be easier."

Deng Zhizhong on the side gasped:

"Good food is never too late, but it is always too late to eat it.

There are too many hidden dangers in charging directly into the battle formation. It is better to pay some price and gain the most reliable results.
I don’t know what the enemy generals did in this battle, and they made a few mistakes, which is simple enough.”

Deng Zhizhong took a breath, but he didn't put down the telescope in his hand and kept looking around.
Soon his eyes widened as he looked at the tall figure guarded by more than a hundred soldiers at the end of his sight, and he couldn't help but become excited.

"Quick, look! Their Lord is coming."

Mu Sheng quickly put away his thoughts.

He picked up the telescope and looked through it, his eyes were sharp,

Without any hesitation, he looked at the messenger on the side:

"Beat the drums and sound the horns, keep all these Luchuan people here!!!"

On the battlefield, the people of Luchuan were still immersed in the joy of chasing and killing the enemy.

Although their steps were tired, their eyes were still shining with excitement.

Military merit, military merit, all military merit!

Nabudi sat on his warhorse with a smile on his face.
Looking at the blood and scattered corpses on the ground, it was as if he had seen the scene of returning with a successful mission.

But the next moment, this joy was shattered in an instant.

Suddenly, deafening drums and trumpets sounded all around.

It exploded in the ears of the people of Luchuan like thunder.

They looked up in astonishment, only to see Ming troops emerging from all directions of Kuihuagang, lighting countless torches.

They seemed to have seen such situations before.

"kill!!!!"

Fierce shouts and cries of killing continued, pouring in from all directions.

In the north where the Ming army was fleeing, there were fierce shouts and cries of killing.
The Ming army, which had been in a panic, turned around and rushed towards the pursuers without hesitation!
Suddenly, panic and confusion spread.
Whoosh whoosh—

Arrows poured down from both sides of Kuihuagang like dense raindrops, enveloping the people of Luchuan.

In an instant, countless bodies fell.

Nabudi stared at the arrow stuck in his arm, his face full of disbelief, his pupils shaking violently.

"How is it possible? How come there are still Ming troops?"

"Retreat, retreat, retreat!! Retreat!!"

"Mengwu! Mengwu stop the enemy!!"

After shouting for a long time, no one answered. Nabudi looked around in confusion.
He looked back suddenly, and could only see the back of a warhorse slowly disappearing at the end of his sight!
Nabudi's eyes were bloodshot, and the anger in his heart suddenly burst out uncontrollably, and he let out a shrill roar:
"Meng Wu!!!"

The blood dyed the ground red, and wailing and screaming sounds came one after another.

The bodies of the Luchuan soldiers were pierced by arrows.
Cut by the blade, the blood dyed the battle robe red, and also dyed the land red.

Their faces were filled with fear and reluctance, but they were powerless to put up any resistance.

Once morale collapses, even gods will find it difficult to win.

Nabudi is worthy of being the second bravest warrior in Luchuan. He wields a broadsword in his hand and is the most popular person for a while.

However, no matter how angry or unwilling he was,

The Ming army surrounding him from all sides made it impossible for him to turn the tide of the battle.

The bodies of the Luchuan soldiers were lying all over the battlefield.

Their blood formed streams, and a light rain began to fall from the sky.

The rain was gentle, but it seemed unable to wash away the blood and despair in the air.

Instead, the pungent smell becomes more intense.
All around, the noise of battle had gradually faded away, leaving only the occasional whine of a warhorse.

They echo in this vast sky and earth, adding a sense of desolation and loneliness.

Time froze here, Nabudi lay quietly in a pool of blood.

His eyes were still wide open.
But it has lost its former glory, the light has been extinguished, leaving only emptiness and confusion.

I don't know when it started raining.

The drizzle gently fell on the edge of Nabudi's closed eyelids.

It mixed with his tears, forming thin streams that slowly slid down.

Blurred his last sight of this world.

At the corner of his mouth, there was an indescribable bitter smile, full of helplessness, which finally froze.

　Dear adults!
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