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

On the battlefield, Guo Ziyi's laughter abruptly ceased. He raised his long sword high and roared hoarsely at the remaining soldiers:

"My comrades! Did you hear that? Our comrades have already made their move inside the city! The Chu army has fallen into a trap!"

The Tang soldiers, who were originally exhausted, had their eyes rekindled with fire.

They heard a glimmer of hope, they heard the possibility of turning things around!

"Now--"

Guo Ziyi pointed his sword at Han Xing, his hair and beard dancing wildly in the morning breeze: "It's our turn to counterattack! All troops, listen to my command! Change from circular formation to wedge formation—follow me, charge out!"

"kill--!"

The remaining four thousand Tang soldiers unleashed their last strength, and the circular formation suddenly unfolded, transforming into a sharp arrow that pierced straight into Han Xing's main force!

At this moment, Han Xing could no longer care about Guo Ziyi.

The shouts of battle coming from inside the city grew increasingly intense, and even the faint calls for reinforcements from the Chu army could be heard.

Clearly, the battle within the city had reached a fever pitch, and the situation was extremely unfavorable for the Chu army!

"General!"

The lieutenant said urgently, "Something has happened inside the city! We must go back to reinforce it! Otherwise, if the city gates fall, we will be attacked from both inside and outside!"

Han Xing was well aware of this.

He stared intently at Guo Ziyi, who was charging towards him, his mind in turmoil.

Retreat? Then all this bloody fighting for half a day would have been for nothing, and Guo Ziyi, the biggest prey, would escape alive!

If we don't retreat, the entire Jianghuai war situation could be reversed if the city falls!

Ultimately, reason prevailed over the temptation of military achievements.

"Send the order..." Han Xing's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping: "Sound the retreat."

"General?!"

"Execute the order!" Han Xing shouted sharply, "Return to the city immediately to provide support! Quickly!"

Dang——dang——dang——

The urgent sound of retreating troops rang out on the battlefield.

The Chu soldiers who were fighting the Tang army were stunned—why were they retreating when they clearly had the upper hand?

But military orders are absolute.

The Chu army began to fight and retreat, disengaging from contact with the Tang army.

Seeing this, Guo Ziyi laughed even more wildly: "Han Xing! Now you know fear? Too late! Today, I will make sure your tens of thousands of troops are all buried outside Jianghuai City!"

He led his troops in hot pursuit, and although the disparity in troop strength was enormous, their morale was soaring.

The Chu army's formation began to fall into disarray due to their hasty retreat.

Han Xing glanced back at Guo Ziyi, who was hot on his heels, a fierce glint in his eyes.

But he knew that returning to the city to rescue it was the top priority at that moment. If the city fell, everything would be over.

"Split the troops!"

Han Xing gritted his teeth and ordered, "You take 10,000 men to continue blocking Guo Ziyi. Don't strive for victory, just hold him off! I'll take 20,000 men and return to the city immediately!"

"Order!"

The Chu army quickly divided its forces.

Twenty thousand people turned around and rushed towards the North Gate.

The remaining 10,000 men regrouped and attempted to block Guo Ziyi's pursuit.

But Guo Ziyi did not linger in battle.

He led his troops around the flank of the Chu army formation, avoiding any blocking, and pursued the 10,000 men returning to the city!

"Han Xing, don't run!" the old general roared hoarsely, "Fight to the death with me!"

Han Xing turned around and saw Guo Ziyi chasing after him like a persistent leech, and he felt a surge of hatred.

But he couldn't stop; he could only speed up and run toward the city gate.

The two armies engaged in a frantic chase on the south bank of the Huai River.

Inside Jianghuai City, however, the real bloody battle had only just begun.

Feng Mulan, Guan Yun, and Ran Ming—the three main generals of the Chu army—are currently engaged in a bitter struggle, each fighting their own battles.

They were originally scattered throughout the city sweeping away the remaining enemy forces when they were suddenly ambushed by Tang troops who outnumbered them several times over, catching them completely off guard.

Even more terrifying was that these Tang soldiers had clearly been planning this for a long time. They were familiar with every street and alley and every building, and used the terrain to their advantage to divide and surround the Chu army and defeat them one by one.

Smoke of war rose everywhere, and the sounds of battle shook the heavens.

This seemingly overturned siege was instantly reversed by Guo Ziyi's tactic of "luring the enemy deep into the territory and coordinating an attack from within and without."

The final outcome will depend on—

Did Han Xing return to the city first to stabilize the situation?

Or did Guo Ziyi catch up with Han Xing first, completely disrupting the Chu army's return to reinforce?

Or perhaps the Chu army commanders inside the city are able to hold out in the ambush until reinforcements arrive?

In the morning light, three battlefields, both inside and outside Jianghuai City, simultaneously erupted into the most brutal fighting.

In this game, Guo Ziyi risked his own life and the lives of his 150,000-strong army.

Chu Ning will also face the most severe test since he ascended the throne.

The scales of war began to tip violently.

The outcome remains to be seen.

at the same time.

On the north bank of the Huai River, in the wilderness.

Li Guangbi's originally dejected expression suddenly changed after hearing the deafening drumbeats and shouts of battle coming from inside the South Bank City.

He suddenly looked up, gazing in the direction of Jianghuai City, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he saw three red signal arrows shoot into the sky from different directions within the city, exploding into three dazzling flames in the morning sky, clearly visible even across the Huai River.

That was the signal Guo Ziyi had agreed upon with him: the ambush troops inside the city had been mobilized, and the overall situation could be settled!

"Hahaha--"

Li Guangbi suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter devoid of any trace of dejection, only filled with long-suppressed joy and triumph.

"Zhao Yu! Did you see those three signal arrows just now?"

He spurred his horse forward a few steps, pointing his long spear at the city on the south bank, its walls shrouded in smoke, and his voice suddenly rose:

"Those were 70,000 troops that the commander-in-chief had laid in Jianghuai City a month ago!"

"They're hiding in underground chambers, abandoned houses, and even... in the trenches your Chu army dug themselves!"

Zhao Yu sat upright on his horse, silver spear in hand, but his face was ashen.

He certainly saw the signal arrow and heard the unusual noises coming from inside the city.

As a renowned general, he instantly understood—Guo Ziyi had no intention of retreating at all; it was all a trap to lure the enemy deep into his territory!

"Now,"

Li Guangbi's laughter grew even wilder: "Feng Mulan, Guan Yun, and Ran Ming—your three commanders of the Chu army—are probably already surrounded!"

"Seventy thousand ambushers suddenly attacked, dividing and surrounding them in the streets and alleys!"

"Your main force has been led out of the city by Han Xing to pursue the commander-in-chief, leaving the city vulnerable... General Zhao, tell me, who will win and who will lose this battle?"

The veins on Zhao Yu's hand, gripping the gun, bulged.

He did indeed fall into the trap, His Majesty also fell into the trap, and the entire Chu army fell into Guo Ziyi's trap!

But this does not mean he admits defeat.

"Humph!"

Zhao Yu snorted coldly, pointing his silver spear diagonally: "Even if you use tricks, my dynasty still has more troops than you!"

"I have over 100,000 troops inside Jianghuai City, Han Xing has 30,000 outside the city, I have 30,000 here, and there are another 100,000 troops outside the city. Even if you have 70,000 ambushes, what can you do?"

He paused, then his voice turned stern: "Now, I will take your forty thousand men first, and then go to rescue the Imperial Concubine!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yu pointed his silver spear forward sharply, his voice booming like thunder:

"White Horse Cavalry—Kill!"

"kill--!"

Thirty thousand white horse cavalrymen roared in unison, their voices echoing across the wilderness.

The snow-white warhorses started moving simultaneously, like a moving avalanche, sweeping towards the 40,000 remnants of the Tang army.