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

While the eastern battlefield was attacking the Tang army, Han Xing in the west also took action.

In June, on the outskirts of the plains, heat waves and dust rolled across the wilderness.

As night fell, the starlight was obscured by thick clouds. Only the torches of the Han army camp stretched for miles like a galaxy.

On the city wall, Han Xing's figure in black armor and robe blended into the night. He stared at the lights of the Han army camp in the distance, and his fingertips tapped out a dull rhythm on the mottled bricks.

"Huo Qubing is indeed worthy of his reputation."

Han Xing suddenly spoke up, pointing to the crisscross pattern of antler-shaped barricades outside the Han camp. "There's a sentry tower every thirty steps in front of the camp, and there are two guards rotating at the main gate. Even the stables are within crossbow range."

The deputy commander beside him saw the corner of the coach's mouth raise a dangerous arc: "An opponent like this is worthy of the generous gift I carefully prepared."

After the third watch bell rang, the west gate of Pingyuan City quietly opened.

Guan Yun stood in front of the formation with his sword drawn, the cold light of his Green Dragon Crescent Blade reflected on his iron-blue visor.

The hooves of the three thousand heavily armored cavalrymen behind him were wrapped in cotton cloth, and the shoulder armor of the Modao soldiers were fixed with hemp ropes to prevent collisions and noises.

The catapult position was set up behind an abandoned brick kiln. Craftsmen were pouring kerosene into pottery jars, and the air was filled with a pungent smell.

"General, the east wind is blowing." The personal guard picked up a handful of sand.

Guan Yun looked up and saw the clouds began to move, and suddenly waved the command flag.

In an instant, thousands of improved catapults roared at the same time, burning pottery jars cut through the night sky, and exploded in a rain of fire over the Han army's granary.

A Han army sentry noticed something unusual and was about to strike the gong when the second wave of fireballs accurately hit the arrow tower. The burning tung oil flowed along the wooden pillars, turning the alert soldiers into screaming firemen.

When Huo Qubing jumped up from his couch, the entire front camp was engulfed in flames.

He rushed out of the tent barefoot, and in the scorching heat he saw a frightened horse dragging a burning baggage cart recklessly charging at the gate.

"Order the central army's shield formation to advance! Archers to block the eastern passage!"

He grabbed the armor handed to him by his personal guard, and suddenly his pupils constricted - under the light of the fire, countless cold rays of Mo Dao were emerging from the darkness.

Guan Yun's heavy cavalry penetrated the chaotic Han army's front camp like a wedge.

The Han army captain who was bearing the brunt of the attack raised his spear to fight, but saw that Guan Yun's sword was as powerful as a rainbow. The Green Dragon Crescent Blade cut through the iron spear with a sharp sound, and the remaining force split the man and his horse into two halves.

In the blood mist, the Modao team formed a fish-scale formation and charged forward. The two-meter-long sabers formed a death jungle. The Han army's light cavalry horses stood up at the sight of the sword lights and threw the knights on their backs into the sword formation.

When the Modao team led by Guan Yun advanced like an iron wall, the Han army's front camp was already in chaos.

The flames lit up the night sky, thick smoke billowed, war horses neighed, and the Han soldiers hurriedly formed a battle line. However, facing the elite Chu army wearing heavy armor and holding two-meter-long Mo Dao, their resistance seemed so futile.

"Form a battle formation - and kill!" Guan Yun shouted, and the Modao team instantly formed three rows of battle formations, and the cold and flashing blades advanced like a wall.

The first row of Modao soldiers suddenly stepped forward and swept out with the long swords in their hands. The shields of the front row of the Han army were chopped into pieces like rotten wood. The soldiers holding shields didn't even have time to scream before they were split in half with their shields.

Blood splattered and limbs flew everywhere. The second row of Modao soldiers followed closely behind, slashing down with their long swords. The leather armor of the Han army's light infantry was like thin paper in front of the sharp Modao. Wherever the blade passed, arms, heads, and blades were broken, and no one was spared!

"Stop them! Spearmen, step forward!"

A Han army captain roared, and dozens of spearmen thrust their spears forward, trying to use the advantage of long weapons to curb the advance of the Modao team.

However, Guan Yun sneered, and the third row of soldiers of the Modao team suddenly changed their formation, pointing their blades diagonally, and suddenly thrusting up to meet the stabbing spears!

The spear shaft made of fine iron broke instantly under the huge force, but the Mo Dao continued to move forward and directly cut into the chest of the Han army spearman.

Amid screams, the Han army's spear formation collapsed and the soldiers retreated in terror, but the Modao team advanced steadily like a meat grinder, stepping on the enemy's blood with every step!

Huo Qubing rushed to the front camp surrounded by his personal guards. When he saw this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank.

He had never seen such a terrifying infantry battle formation - these Modao soldiers were clad in iron armor, and wherever their swords went, both men and horses were shattered!

He shouted sharply, "Crossbowmen, fire volleys! Suppress them!"

However, the Chu army was well prepared.

At the moment when the Han army crossbowmen pulled the strings, Guan Yun suddenly waved the command flag, and the Modao team suddenly dispersed to both sides. The heavy shield soldiers of the Chu army who had already formed a battle formation in the rear advanced forward with a loud bang, and their huge shields smashed into the ground, forming an iron wall.

The rain of arrows from the Han army dinged on the shields, but failed to hurt the Modao team at all.

"Kill!" Guan Yun seized the moment when the Han army's crossbows stopped firing, and the Modao team charged again!

This time, they no longer formed a battle formation, but rushed into the Han army like tigers, brandishing long swords and causing waves of blood to surge!

A Han army centurion roared and swung his sword to meet the enemy, but Guan Yun cut off his weapon with one blow. The remaining force of the sword continued to split him into two pieces from shoulder to waist!

Viscera and blood were splattered all over the ground. The surrounding Han soldiers were horrified and their morale collapsed instantly.

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

Guan Yun roared, and swept his Green Dragon Crescent Blade across, cutting off three Han cavalrymen along with their horses!

The Momo sword team swept through the Han camp like a raging tide, leaving corpses everywhere they passed.

Seeing that the front camp had been lost, Huo Qubing gritted his teeth and ordered: "Retreat! Retreat to the center!"

However, the Chu army's offensive did not stop.

The Modao team continued to advance on the corpses on the ground, their blades dripping with blood and murderous intent soaring to the sky.

That night, the Han army camp turned into a Shura hell, and the Chu army's Mo Dao became the eternal nightmare in the hearts of all survivors!

Under the protection of his personal guards, Huo Qubing retreated to the second line of defense and suddenly heard a horrifying sound of twisting metal.

Ten Chu army battering chariots broke through the wall of the village under a hail of arrows, and the death warriors wearing rhinoceros armor poured in from the gap.

The Han army archers fired hastily, but found that their arrows were bounced off by the enemy's double layer of iron armor.

"It's Han Xing's Iron Pagoda!" an old soldier shouted in despair.

These heavy infantrymen held huge axes in their hands, and every step they took caused the ground to tremble slightly. The Han army's ring-handled swords could only produce sparks when they hit their armor.

"Bring me my Cloud Piercing Bow!"

Huo Qubing jumped onto the watchtower and shot three armor-piercing arrows in succession. The Chu army general who was commanding on the battering ram fell to the ground.

The morale of the Han army was slightly boosted, when suddenly a loud noise like a landslide came from the northwest corner - twenty Chu army crossbows had approached the camp at some point, and the huge rocks thrown down smashed the last few crossbows of the Han army to pieces.

The darkness is deepest before dawn.

In front of the Han army's central camp, Huo Qubing personally led 300 elite cavalry to launch a counterattack.

His painted halberd flew like a silver dragon, knocking down seven brave generals of the Chu army in succession.

Guan Yun rode his horse over upon seeing this, and the Qinglong sword and the painted halberd collided, producing dazzling sparks.

The two generals fought for thirty rounds without a clear winner, and the surrounding soldiers were forced back several steps by the strong wind stirred up by the weapons.

"General, be careful!" Sima of the Han army suddenly knocked Huo Qubing to the ground.

A three-edged armor-piercing arrow flew past the helmet tassel. In the distance, Han Xing put down his iron-framed bow, sneered and waved.

The five thousand powerful crossbowmen ambushed on the flank fired at the same time, and a rain of arrows covered the last reinforcements of the Han army.

Huo Qubing's leg was pierced by an arrow, and his personal guards desperately formed a tortoise formation with their shields to protect him.

When the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, the Han army's flag finally fell.

Guan Yun's Modao team advanced forward in the bloody mud. The surviving Han soldiers discovered that the soles of the boots of these Chu heavy infantry were actually inlaid with iron spikes, and every step could crush the fallen wounded soldiers.

Huo Qubing, supported by his personal guards, mounted his warhorse. Looking back, he saw corpses everywhere in the camp. He gritted his teeth and ordered:

"The entire army retreats to Suiyang!"

The Chu army's pursuit lasted for a full fifty miles.

The armor and weapons discarded by the Han army along the way covered the official road, and seventeen military flags were collected by Han Xing.

The most brutal battle took place at Luomapo. The 3,000 remaining Han soldiers formed a human wall with their bodies, buying the main force half an hour of evacuation time.

When Guan Yun led his troops across these barriers of flesh and blood, he found that many of the dead were still biting the ears of the Chu soldiers.

At noon, Han Xing found the marching map that Huo Qubing had not had time to take away in the tent left by the Han army.

He stroked the parchment and suddenly laughed out loud: "Order the three armies to pursue Suiyang immediately!"