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

"kill!!!"

With Ran Ming's command, five thousand Xuanjia cavalrymen, who were ready to go, swept down from behind the high slope like a flood breaking through a dam or a hungry wolf suddenly pouncing!

Iron hooves trampled the earth, producing a dull, thunderous roar that instantly shattered the silence of the night!

The cavalrymen crouched low, tucked their spears under their arms, and raised their gleaming sabers high, forming an unstoppable wave of death.

With overwhelming force, it crashed into the rear of the rebel army, which was in complete disarray and had no formation whatsoever!

"boom--!"

Like a red-hot iron being used to heat solidified butter!

The rebels' attention was completely drawn to the fierce fighting inside the city, and their rear ranks were so crowded and chaotic that they never expected death to strike from behind!

Only when the thunderous sound of hooves drew near did many people turn around in horror, only to see a rapidly enlarging dark shadow and a cold blade!

"Behind us! There are cavalry behind us!"

"It's the Chu army! The Chu cavalry!"

"Run!"

Screams, cries of alarm, and desperate wails instantly replaced the previous shouts of killing!

The terrifying power of a cavalry charge was on full display at this moment!

Sharp sabers sliced ​​through the bodies of the rebels as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, while heavy iron hooves trampled those who tried to resist or escape into the mud!

The spear easily pierced the frail body, drawing out sprays of warm blood!

The rear guard of the rebel army fell in droves like wheat fields swept by a whirlwind under the first wave of cavalry attacks!

The formation collapsed instantly, and panic spread rapidly like a plague!

Those in front tried to squeeze into the city, while those behind tried to turn around and escape. Countless people trampled each other to death!

The stalemate in the battle was instantly reversed with the arrival of Ran Ming's fresh cavalry!

Hearing the deafening shouts of battle outside the city and the chaos behind the rebel army's rear, the Chu army inside the city was greatly encouraged and launched an even fiercer counterattack.

Meanwhile, the rebels outside the city were caught in a pincer movement, unable to advance or retreat!

On this bloody night in Chang'an City, the scales of victory and defeat finally began to tip.

Ran Ming's five thousand Xuanjia cavalrymen, like the scythe of death from the underworld, slashed viciously into the backs of the unsuspecting rebels.

This sudden and fatal blow instantly shattered all the rebels' offensive and morale.

Their iron hooves thundered like lightning.

The gleaming sabers drew countless arcs of death in the firelight, leaving limbs and severed bodies flying everywhere, and blood splattering like ink on the city walls and the ground.

Spears, like a forest, easily pierced through thin leather armor and flesh, stringing the rebels together like candied hawthorns.

"Behind us! Chu cavalry!"

"We're doomed! We're surrounded!"

"Run away!"

Panic spread like wildfire among the rebels.

With the Chu army's infantry formations as solid as a rock blocking their path in front, and the cavalry charging like a raging storm from behind, the rebels were instantly plunged into a desperate situation.

They lost all command and formation, stumbling around like headless flies, with countless people trampling on each other.

The once surging crowd had now become lambs to the slaughter, falling in droves to the combined annihilation of the Chu army's infantry and cavalry.

Ran Ming took the lead, his shiny head standing out against the blood and fire. With each swing of his massive, door-like blade, he brought a fierce wind that tore through the air, inevitably cutting several rebel soldiers in two, weapons and all!

He was like a tiger among sheep, invincible, roaring with excitement as he led the cavalry onward, crushing everything in his path.

"My men! Slaughter these traitors! Leave no one alive!"

The Chu army garrison inside the city was already under immense pressure.

Seeing the reinforcements descend from the sky and crush the enemy's rear with such ferocity, their morale soared, as if they had been injected with chicken blood!

"Reinforcements! It's our cavalry!"

"His Majesty has sent reinforcements! Kill them!"

"Get these scum out of here!"

Amidst the officers' roars, the Chu army infantry formations began to advance.

Shields slammed, spears thrust, and blades flashed, all in conjunction with the charge of the cavalry outside the city, relentlessly crushing and slaughtering the chaotic rebel army.

A coordinated attack from within and without, striking from both sides!

The rebels completely collapsed.

They lost the will to fight, left only with the instinct to survive, crying and pleading, trying to escape through any possible gap.

However, the Chu army's encirclement was like an iron barrel, with cavalry patrolling and hunting on the outer perimeter and infantry steadily clearing out enemies in the inner circle, giving them absolutely no chance.

The battle transformed from a fierce offensive and defensive struggle into a one-sided massacre.

The long street was littered with corpses and rivers of blood. The pungent stench of blood was almost tangible, making people dizzy.

Driven by a rage, Ran Ming led a contingent of elite cavalry through the city gate, which was blocked by the corpses of rebel soldiers and routed troops, and joined up with the Chu army inside the city.

Iron hooves galloped across streets littered with corpses and blood, utterly crushing any remaining resistance.

When the first rays of dawn struggled to pierce the air tainted by smoke and blood and shone upon the walls of Chang'an, the battle near Zhengyang Gate had essentially ended.

The deafening shouts of battle gradually subsided, leaving only the dying groans of the wounded, the weary panting of warhorses, and the occasional clanging of weapons as soldiers cleaned up the battlefield.

As far as the eye could see, there were only fallen corpses, layer upon layer, covering almost every inch of the ground. Torn flags, abandoned weapons, and scattered limbs were everywhere.

The once majestic Zhengyang Gate is now blocked inside and out by corpses and congealed dark red blood, resembling the entrance to hell.

In this battle, the remaining Han Chinese forces who had infiltrated the city and those trapped outside were totaling about 30,000. Except for a very few who managed to escape by sneaking into alleys or feigning death, almost all of them were annihilated.

On the Chu side, the defending troops also suffered heavy casualties, but ultimately achieved a decisive victory.

"General! We've caught a big fish!"

Several blood-soaked cavalrymen escorted two people to Ranmingma's front.

Both men had their hands tied behind their backs, their clothes were disheveled, they were covered in blood, and they looked dejected.

One of them was quite old, with gray hair and a withered face; he was the old man with the hoarse voice from the secret room that day.

The other person was a middle-aged man. Although he was in a sorry state, a trace of his former nobility and composure could still be seen between his brows. He was the relatively younger man in black robes.

Ran Ming, mounted on his horse, looked down at the two men, especially noticing the unusual fragments of clothing remaining on the old man and the certain air that the middle-aged man exuded despite his disheveled state. A knowing glint flashed in his leopard eyes.

He recognized this kind of temperament; it was something that could only be cultivated by someone who had been in a high position and lived a life of luxury for a long time, and it was completely different from that of ordinary rebel leaders.

With such a temperament, it's no wonder he was captured.