Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

In the Tang army camp where flames were rising, Yuchi Gong's Mo Dao cut through the thick night, and the blood beads condensed on the blade reflected an eerie red light under the moonlight.

The eyes of this general, who was known as the bravest in the Tang Dynasty, were cold. Blood seeping from the gaps in his silver armor flowed down along the heart guard and formed a dark red stream at his feet.

"Yuchi Black Dog, accept your fate!"

A thunder-like roar tore through the noise of the battlefield, and Ran Ming rode his horse, wielding the axe in his hand and taking the lead in attacking.

The Zhangba Mo Dao and the Xuan Hua battle axe collided in mid-air, and the sound of metal clashing made the eardrums of the surrounding soldiers hurt.

Sparks flew as the two war horses passed each other. Ran Ming swung his axe in reverse and cut off the Tang army's flag. The flagpole, as thick as a bowl, fell to the ground with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust.

Yuchi Gong wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth, and the Mo Dao spun a half cold moon in his palm.

He was too familiar with this violent axe technique!

The last time the two fought, it was this iron battle axe that split the chain mail on his left shoulder.

At this moment, the axe blade of Ran Ming was glowing green in the firelight. The two of them would fight to the death tonight.

"Come again!"

The Modao general suddenly jumped up, and the twenty-jin-weight fine steel Modao shook out seven sword flowers as lightly as a willow branch.

This was the "Star-Breaking Style" secretly passed down by the Longyou Modao Camp. The sword light formed a silver net and covered the enemy's face.

Ran Ming laughed wildly and advanced instead of retreating. He swung his battle axe in a circle like a black full moon and slammed into the center of the knife net.

Amid the ear-piercing sound of metal scraping, the two divine weapons emitted three-foot-long sparks, illuminating the ferocious faces of the two men.

The burning cowhide tent collapsed with a loud bang, and the heat wave rolled up the ashes and hit the armor of the two men.

Ran Ming suddenly stepped back and turned around, using the force of his rotation to chop down with his battle axe.

The moment Yuchi Gong raised his sword to meet the enemy, his pupils suddenly shrank - the hidden mechanism in the axe handle suddenly popped open, and the axe blade suddenly grew three inches longer!

Yuchi Gong leaned back on his horse as the cold axe blade brushed past his nose, cutting off several strands of his flying white beard.

"The charcoal-head is quite alert!"

Ran Ming licked the blood on the axe blade, which was stained by the half of the opponent's ear he had just cut off.

The black horse under his crotch suddenly stood up, and its iron hoof as big as a bowl stepped down on the head of Yuchi Gong's mount.

The moment Yuchi Gong fell off his horse, the battle axe was already chopped towards his neck as if to claim his soul.

Yuchi Gong leaned against the wreckage of the grain cart, and used his Mo Dao to block the powerful blow.

The moment the axe blade got stuck into the carving on the hilt, Yuchi Gong suddenly dropped his knife and lunged forward, and the three-edged armor-piercing spike hidden in his wrist guard pierced towards Ran Ming's throat like a venomous snake.

This was the barbarian assassin technique he learned in the Anxi Protectorate, and it was the first time he had used it in twenty years.

With a muffled "puff" sound, blood splattered on the leather armor on Ran Ming's neck, but he turned his head at the critical moment to avoid the fatal blow.

The severe pain made Ran Ming so ferocious that he changed his axe from chopping to hitting, and the axe blade hit Yuchi Gong's breastplate heavily.

The Ming Guang Armor made of fine steel was actually dented by three inches, and the blood mist sprayed out by Yuchi Gong turned into a sad and beautiful red rain under the moonlight.

The burning grain cart finally couldn't hold on and collapsed with raging flames.

The two men rolled and fought in the rain of fire, and no one knew where their swords and axes were left.

Yuchi Gong grabbed Ran Ming's neck tightly, but found that a strange laugh came from under the iron armor covering his face.

Ran Ming suddenly bent his knees and attacked, and the wolf-tooth nails on the iron knee guard tore open the Tang general's lower abdomen.

The dying Yuchi Gong touched the half-broken spear and used all his life's knowledge to penetrate Ran Ming's right shoulder blade.

With a scream, Ran Ming grabbed the spear shaft that was inserted into his shoulder and broke it suddenly. The barbed spear tip tore out a large piece of flesh and blood.

He picked up the battle axe that had fallen to the ground, and chopped it down with the axe blade reflecting the flames that were shooting up into the sky.

Yuchi Gong looked at the shadow of death falling above his head, and vaguely saw the white flags flying on the top of Chang'an City. That was his own death anniversary!

The dull sound of the axe blade entering the flesh startled the carrion crows on the pile of corpses, and the remains of the most powerful general of the Tang Dynasty slowly fell to the ground.

Ran Ming staggered to his feet, leaning on his axe. The black blood gushing out of the wound on his right shoulder had already stained half of his armor.

The night wind blew the burning military newspaper across the battlefield, and the burnt words "Request for Help" turned to ashes in the flames.

“Hahahaha, dead, dead, this damn Black Charcoal Head is finally dead!”

Ran Ming fell down with a loud bang amidst wild laughter.

Chu Chu Ning, who was watching the battle not far away, waved his hand and said, "Come here, knock General Ran Ming down immediately and let the military camp take good care of him!"

"Yes!" Several soldiers immediately rushed forward and carried Ran Ming down.

Chu Ning looked at the gradually brightening sky and said in a deep voice: "Pass the message, Yuchi Gong is dead, end the battle as soon as possible!"

Amid the deafening shouts of killing, the Chu army shouted: "Yuchi Gong is dead!"

The Tang army was horrified and looked towards the central army.

The moment Yuchi Gong's head was hung high, the battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The crackling sparks from the burning tents drowned out the heavy breathing of tens of thousands of people.

The moonlight penetrated the smoke and shone onto Yuchi Gong's furious face. The blood beads solidified at the corners of his mouth were slowly seeping into the standard waist badge of the Tang Dynasty's Black Armor Army.

The words "loyalty and bravery" on it had been scorched black by the flames of war.

"Drum roll!"

Chu Ning's sword cut off the command flag in front of him, and where the sword pointed, twelve Kuiniu leather war drums exploded at the same time.

The drum beats had a special rhythm, and each one was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the Tang army soldiers.

The Modao team, having lost their leader, still maintained a crescent formation, but the blood seeping from the gaps in their silver armor had formed streams on the ground.

The Chu army's heavy cavalry was the first to tear open a gap and directly charged into the Tang army's formation, relying on their war horses to charge madly.

Before the smoke had cleared, the lancers with sickles who followed closely behind started to attack the horses' legs, and the fallen horses and knights were instantly trampled into meat paste.

The various Tang troops who had lost their command began to fight on their own. The captains roared and tried to gather the remaining soldiers, but they were always cut off and divided by the Chu army.

The remaining 500 crossbowmen on the left wing retreated to the riverside, with the muddy Zhang River filled with corpses behind them.

When the Chu army's shield array approached to within thirty steps, the white-haired crossbow captain suddenly threw away his crossbow and drew his ceremonial sword from his waist:

"Build a human wall!"

The surviving soldiers immediately stepped on the shoulders of their comrades and stacked into three layers. The crossbowmen on the top layer drew their bows with their feet, and poisoned arrows poured down like a rainstorm.

Until the Chu army's light cavalry came around, these archers maintained their shooting posture until their death, with their fingers still tightly clasped on their hanging swords.

The moment the central army's banner collapsed, the rout finally turned into a massacre.

The lightly armed swordsmen of the Chu army chased a herd of deer like hounds, specifically targeting lone soldiers.

Someone had his legs cut off but was still swinging his knife, and was immediately nailed to the ground by three spears.

The cook of the supply camp rushed into the enemy group with a boiling oil pan in his arms, and the smell of burnt meat mixed with screams rose to the sky.

The most tragic scene was in the medical tent, where the wounded soldiers with missing limbs tied themselves to the chevaux de frise with bandages, and poked the enemy's eye sockets with silver needles until they were crushed by the iron hooves of the Chu army.

Chu Ning's red royal flag has been hoisted over the Tang army's tent, but the elegant-looking prince now has a gloomy face.

He looked at Yingchou Gorge where the defeated soldiers were rushing towards, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth - three thousand rattan armored soldiers were already ambushed there.

Sure enough, when the remnants of the Tang army were squeezed in a narrow mountain path, countless kerosene jars suddenly rolled down from the cliffs on both sides, and the rattan armor covered with pine resin caught fire as soon as it came into contact with fire.

Amid screams, hundreds of soldiers with flames all over their bodies jumped off the cliff hand in hand, using their burning bodies to light the last escape route for their comrades.

At the darkest moment before dawn, a large number of Tang army leather hats floated down the Zhuozhang River.

These blood-soaked military caps were spinning in the vortex, like countless eyes that refused to close.

The Chu army scouts chased the Tang soldiers along the river for thirty miles, and from time to time they saw Tang soldiers holding stones sinking to the bottom of the river - they would rather drown than be captured.

In the shallows upstream, more than a dozen corpses formed a circle. On the tattered military flag in the center, the flying tiger embroidered by Yuchi Gong himself was still holding its head high and roaring.

When the first ray of sunlight pierced through the morning mist, the 40,000 Tang soldiers had turned into broken armor all over the ground.

The Tang army was completely wiped out!