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

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the scorching sunlight was scorching the plain that was about to turn into a Shura field.

Chu Ning reined in his horse and stood in front of the formation, his silver armor gleaming in the sun.

He slowly raised the Panlong Golden Spear in his hand, and the cold light reflected from the tip of the spear stung the eyes of the Wei army opposite.

"The enemy's formation has been broken, all soldiers, follow me and attack!"

This roar was like a thunderclap, instantly igniting the blood of the Chu army soldiers.

War horses neighed, weapons were drawn, and the army of hundreds of thousands suddenly awakened like a sleeping dragon.

The heavy cavalry of the Canglang Legion took the lead in charging.

Five thousand cavalrymen formed a spearhead formation, with Ma Chao leading the way.

The black warhorse he sat on, "Dark Clouds Stepping on Snow", was wearing a mask, and the ground was shaking slightly as its hooves flew.

"Follow me, Cang Lang!"

The Wei army archers on the opposite side shot arrows in a hurry. The rain of arrows fell on the charging cavalry, but most of them were bounced off by the armor made of fine steel.

Only a few war horses were shot by arrows and fell to the ground, but the following cavalry immediately adjusted their formation and continued to charge.

A Wei army captain shouted at the top of his lungs: "Spearmen, move forward!"

However, his voice was quickly drowned out by the thundering sound of horse hooves.

When the first row of cavalry crashed into the Wei army's line, the horse lances, which were more than ten feet long, easily pierced the leather armor of the Wei army.

Ma Chao's spear was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and every thrust accurately pierced the enemy's throat.

Following closely behind, the Tiger Legion's Modao Team advanced in neat steps.

These strong men are all over seven feet tall, and each of them is a strong man picked from hundreds of miles away.

The Mo Dao in their hands gleamed coldly, and bloodstains from the previous battle still lingered on the blades.

"Knife up!"

Three thousand Mo Daos were raised at the same time, forming a deadly metal forest in the sunlight.

When the first wave of Wei troops rushed over, the Modao soldiers roared in unison:

"cut!"

The knife flashed and blood mist splattered.

A Wei army soldier watched in horror as half of his body slowly slipped away. He could even see his still beating heart.

Wherever the Mo Dao passed, broken limbs and arms flew everywhere, and a bloody path paved with minced flesh and internal organs soon formed on the battlefield.

The shield bearers of the Basalt Legion formed a moving steel wall.

They held large steel shields half a man's height in their left hands and sharp short spears in their right hands. Every ten steps they took, they shouted in unison, their voices shaking the surrounding area.

"Come in! Come in! Come in!"

The arrows of the Wei army fell like raindrops, but could only leave a few white marks on the shield.

When the Wei army infantry rushed forward, the shield formation suddenly cracked and countless short spears stabbed out like poisonous snakes.

A centurion of the Wei army had just raised his sword when he was pierced through the chest by three short spears at the same time. His body was lifted high, shocking the enemy troops behind him.

Under the Wei army commander's banner, Sima Yi's expression became increasingly ugly.

He gripped the whip tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"Trash! They're all trash!"

He suddenly lashed out in anger at the guards beside him: "Where is my Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation? Where is my elite division?"

Xu Fang advised in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, the Chu army is well-equipped, and our army has too many new recruits. I'm afraid we can't resist them."

"shut up!"

Sima Yi's eyes widened in anger: "I would rather die in battle than retreat! Pass the order down, anyone who retreats will be beheaded!"

However, the situation on the battlefield was irreversible.

The left wing of the Wei army began to collapse, and the new recruits dropped their weapons and fled backwards crying.

The supervisory team killed dozens of people in a row, but still could not stop the rout.

By sunset, the battlefield had turned into a sea of blood.

Sima Yi finally realized the reality. He gritted his teeth and ordered: "Let the new soldiers cover the rear, and the main force will retreat with me!"

Xu Fang hesitated to speak and finally had to carry out the order.

He personally led the personal guards to cover the rear, buying time for Sima Yi to retreat.

Chu Ning keenly noticed the unusual movements of the Wei army.

"Want to run?"

He sneered and raised his bloodstained spear: "Full army, pursue! Those who surrender will not be killed!"

The Gray Wolf Cavalry immediately divided into several teams and outflanked the enemy from the flank.

Ma Chao took the lead and defeated three Wei army generals in succession.

The remaining Wei army's rearguard troops were quickly divided and surrounded. Some knelt down and begged for mercy, while others fought stubbornly.

At this time, on the battlefield west of the city.

The setting sun was blood-red, illuminating the piles of corpses on the battlefield west of the city.

The sound of the Wei army's retreat horn echoed in the twilight, and the originally fierce offensive collapsed in an instant.

"General! The Wei dog is trying to escape!"

A scout rushed up to Han Xing, his face covered in blood, but his eyes sparkled with excitement.

Han Xing stood on the top of the city wall with his sword in hand, his cold eyes sweeping across the battlefield.

The Wei army's formation was in disarray. The rear army changed direction first, while the front army was still fighting stubbornly, trying to buy time for retreat.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he shouted sternly: "Open the city gate! Full army, pursue! Leave no one behind!"

"boom--"

The heavy west gate slowly opened, and the Chu army, which had been ready for battle, poured out like a tide.

Han Xing took the lead, his iron armor shining coldly, and the long sword in his hand exuded a cold murderous intent in the setting sun.

"kill--!"

When the Wei army's rearguard troops saw the Chu army charging out, they immediately fell into chaos.

A Wei army captain roared to organize resistance: "Form a battle array! Form a battle array! Stop them!"

However, the defeated soldiers were like a flood and no one obeyed the command.

Some dropped their weapons and fled, while others knelt down and begged for mercy, but were trampled to death by the fleeing Wei army.

Han Xing led the light cavalry and stabbed into the enemy formation like a sharp knife. The long sword swept across, and a head flew into the sky.

The Chu infantry behind him followed closely, with spears like a forest, madly harvesting the lives of the fleeing Wei army.

"Don't let anyone go!" Han Xing roared.

A Wei army general tried to hold his ground, but was shot through the throat by a Chu army archer and fell off his horse.

The Wei army, having lost its command, completely collapsed, abandoning their weapons and weapons and fleeing in all directions.

The Chu cavalry rode in pursuit, their swords flashing and blood mist splattering.

"Mercy! Mercy!" A young Wei soldier knelt on the ground and cried, but was trampled into a pulp by the subsequent Chu cavalry.

Han Xing reined in his horse and stopped, looking at the remnants of the Wei army fleeing in panic in the distance. He sneered, "Send the order, give chase!"

"Also, send out spies to check on the main force of the Wei army!"

In this battle, the Wei army's west gate siege troops were almost wiped out, corpses were everywhere, and the earth was stained with blood.

The Chu army continued to pursue with a roar of victory.

When the last ray of sunlight disappeared over the horizon, the battle finally ended.

The battlefield was littered with corpses and the smell of blood was so strong that it could not be dispelled.

The surviving Wei prisoners were put under collective custody, and they watched in horror as the Chu soldiers searched for the wounded among the piles of corpses.

Xun Yu took the secretary to count the results of the battle overnight, while Jia Yu sent out a large number of Jinyiwei spies.

"We must find out where Sima Yi went!"

He ordered in a deep voice: "Also, you need to pay special attention to the movements in the direction of Luoyue Slope."

Chu Ning stood under the blood-stained general's flag, gazing into the distance at the direction of the Wei army's retreat.

He knew that this victory was just the beginning.

Although Sima Yi was defeated, the foundation of Wei State remained.

"Order the entire army to rest for three days."

Chu Ning's voice was particularly clear in the night wind: "Next, it's our turn to take the initiative."