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

The cold October wind, carrying a murderous aura, whistled across the wilderness where the two armies were facing each other.

The withered wild grass trembled in the wind, as if it had a premonition of the upcoming bloody battle.

The eastern sky was just beginning to turn pale, and the morning mist enveloped the Han army camp like a veil, casting a hazy veil over this land that was about to become a Shura field.

Gongsun Ao stood in front of the central army tent, with frost from the night dew condensing on his iron armor.

The Han army commander, who was nearly fifty years old, had a resolute face, a pair of bright eyes under his thick eyebrows, and several deep wrinkles on his forehead, which were full of the vicissitudes of many years of fighting.

He habitually stroked the hilt of the sword at his waist, his eyes scanning the movements of the Zhou army camp in the distance.

In the distance, thick smoke was indeed rising from the northwest, which was particularly dazzling in the morning light.

The black smoke was like a vicious dragon, devouring the lifeblood of the Han army with its fangs and claws.

"General Yanliang!"

Gongsun Ao's roar was like thunder, causing pain in the eardrums of the surrounding soldiers.

A general in heavy armor rushed over upon hearing the noise. His face under the helmet was angular and his eagle eyes were as sharp as knives.

"The general is here!"

"Immediately lead 10,000 soldiers to the granary to put out the fire!"

Gongsun Ao gritted his teeth, squeezing every word between his teeth. "We must find the Zhou army that attacked the granary and capture them all in one fell swoop, leaving no one alive!"

"I obey your command!" Yan Liang clasped his fists and accepted the order, then turned around and strode away.

In less than half a minute, the sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and ten thousand elite cavalry led by Yan Liang swept towards the direction of the fire like a hurricane.

Just as the Han army was sending troops to put out the fire, the deafening sound of war drums suddenly rang out on the front battlefield.

The Zhou army commander Xue Huaide had been waiting for a long time. When he saw the fire in the Han army's granary, he immediately ordered the entire army to attack.

The burly Zhou army commander, holding a Fang Tian Hua Ji, stood on the chariot and laughed wildly:

"General Wang Xiaojie succeeded! God helps me!"

He raised his painted halberd high and shouted in a resounding voice, "Soldiers! The Han army's granary has been destroyed. They can't hold out for much longer!"

He thrust his painted halberd forward and said, "Whoever breaks into the Han army camp first tonight will be promoted three ranks and rewarded with a hundred gold coins!"

With the huge reward, the Zhou army soldiers were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

The heavy-armored infantry in the front row raised their shields, forming an impenetrable tortoise-shell formation and advancing steadily forward.

Archers followed closely behind, shooting arrows like raindrops at the Han army's defense line.

The cavalry deployed on both wings, like two sharp knives, ready to penetrate the Han army's soft spots at any time.

Inside the Han army camp, Gongsun Ao's face turned ashen.

He stood on the watchtower, watching the Zhou army surrounding him on three sides, his fists clenched so hard that they made a clattering sound.

"Pass the order down, defend the camp to the death!" He shouted sternly, "Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed!"

The Han soldiers hurriedly organized a defense.

Archers climbed up the arrow tower and poured a rain of arrows on the approaching Zhou army.

Spearmen stood in formation behind the fence, their sharp spear tips flashing coldly in the morning light.

But the news of the granary fire had already spread among the army, and the soldiers could not hide the panic in their eyes.

"Kill!" The vanguard of the Zhou army had rushed to within thirty steps of the Han army camp.

The shield soldiers in the front row suddenly parted, revealing the death squad pushing the battering rams behind them. The heavy battering rams left deep ruts in the mud and headed straight for the Han army's camp gate.

"Shoot! Shoot!" the Han general shouted at the top of his lungs.

Arrows flew towards the battering ram like locusts. Several Zhou soldiers pushing the ram were shot and fell to the ground, but they were immediately replaced.

The battering ram was getting closer and closer to the village gate, twenty steps, fifteen steps, ten steps...

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the battering ram crashed heavily into the gate of the village.

The wooden gate of the village shook violently but did not collapse.

The Zhou soldiers roared in disappointment, while the Han soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a strange horn sounded suddenly from the Zhou army.

The sound was sharp and piercing, like the cry of some bird of prey. Upon hearing the horn, the Zhou army soldiers were like they had taken stimulants, and their attack became even more fierce.

Chu Ning, who was watching the battle from a distance, had a smile of confidence in victory on his lips.

His eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if he could see through all the changes on the battlefield.

"It's almost time."

Chu Ning said softly, his voice as calm as if he was discussing the weather today: "Zhao Yu, it's up to you to give them the fatal blow next!"

"Yes!" Zhao Yu clasped his fists in response.

Then, the most eye-catching thing was the two thousand white horse cavalrymen lined up in neat formation behind him. The all-white war horses were as dazzling as the snowy fields in the morning light.

Zhao Yu jumped on his horse, his silver armor gleaming in the morning sun.

He raised his spear, and the tip of the spear reflected a cold light.

"White horse cavalry, follow me to charge!" He gave the order, and two thousand white horses swooped down from the high slope like arrows.

The white torrent drew a dazzling white line on the withered yellow grassland, and its speed was so fast that it looked like a flash of white lightning.

The Han army sentinels had just discovered this surprise force and had no time to sound the alarm when Zhao Yu led his cavalry to within less than a hundred steps of the camp.

"Stop them! Shoot arrows!" the Han general shouted in horror.

Arrows rained down, but the White Horse Cavalry were too fast and most of the arrows fell into the air.

Zhao Yu took the lead, wielding his spear like a dragon, deflecting the incoming arrows one by one.

In the blink of an eye, the white horse cavalry had rushed to the fence.

Zhao Yu's eyes flashed with brilliance, and with a loud shout, his spear shot out like a dragon out of the sea, slamming heavily on the wooden fence.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, a big hole was torn in the sturdy fence like paper.

Zhao Yu did not stop, and rushed into the gap on his horse. His spear flew left and right, instantly piercing the throats of three Han soldiers who tried to stop him.

Blood splattered on his silver armor like a blooming plum blossom. The white horse cavalrymen behind him filed in through the gap, like a sharp knife piercing the heart of the Han army.

"Stop them! Stop them at all costs!" Gongsun Ao roared on the watchtower, veins bulging on his forehead.

But it was too late. Zhao Yu's brave charge had completely disrupted the Han army's defense line.

The white horse cavalry charged through the camp, and wherever they passed, the Han soldiers fell like straw.

With this breakthrough, countless Zhou army infantrymen poured into the Han army camp like a tide.

The sounds of shouting, screaming, and the clashing of weapons mixed together, and the entire Han army camp instantly turned into a hell on earth.

On the high slope, Wu Xiuning's cheeks flushed with excitement.

It was the first time she witnessed her master's heroic performance on the battlefield and she was so excited that she was almost speechless.

"Master is so awesome!" she stammered, her eyes gleaming with admiration.

Chu Ning smiled slightly and looked deeply at the battlefield in the distance.

"The outcome of this battle has been decided."

He spoke calmly, his voice filled with unquestionable confidence: "If Gongsun Ao is unwilling to withdraw his troops, they will all remain here today."

The cold October wind carried the scent of blood from the battlefield, blowing Chu Ning's battle robe. Behind him, the morning sun had risen completely, illuminating the blood-stained earth.

In the direction of the Han army camp, black smoke was still billowing up, forming a sharp contrast with the morning light, as if foreshadowing the Han army's irreversible defeat.