Who put the yellow robe on me?

But it was too late.

The elite squad led by Jiang Chen and Zhong Xiaoshan charged into the enemy's flank like a tiger unleashed from its cage. Their blades flashed with a cold light, each strike precise and deadly.

The enemy soldiers were thrown into chaos by the sudden attack and were unable to organize an effective counterattack.

Jiang Chen, sword in hand, calmly directed the assault. He knew that if the flanks were disrupted, the enemy's offensive rhythm would be disrupted. His sword was as sharp as lightning, and no one could stop it wherever it passed.

Zhong Xiaodan rode his horse and charged forward. His spear skills were sharp, and every attack took the life of an enemy.

Seeing his flank suddenly attacked, General Mammon roared in anger and tried to regroup his troops. However, Zhong Xiaodan's attack was too fast and too fierce, and the Western Region soldiers were unable to organize an effective counterattack. The frontline offensive was thus forced to halt, the siege equipment stagnated, and morale plummeted.

As the night deepened, smoke and dust filled the battlefield.

Under the combined attack of Jiang Chen and Zhong Xiaodan, the Western Regions army was gradually suppressed. General Mammon gnashed his teeth, knowing that if he didn't retreat from this battle today, the situation inside and outside Liangzhou City would be completely reversed.

"Retreat!" General Mammon finally gave the order to retreat. He knew that continuing the fight would only result in more casualties.

The Western Regions army hastily began to retreat. Jiang Chen did not continue to pursue them, but quickly withdrew his troops and consolidated his defenses. He knew that the enemy's retreat did not mean they would not come again. The Western Regions King's determination was far greater than that.

General Mammon's face was as gloomy as water. He stood in front of his tent, his eyes burning with anger. In the previous battle, his troops were inadvertently attacked from the flank, causing him to suffer heavy losses.

This battle not only failed to capture Liangzhou City as he had hoped, but also put him in an even more disadvantageous position. His hands tightly gripped the long sword at his waist, his knuckles turning white from the force.

A personal soldier cautiously approached General Mammon and reported in a low voice, "General, although our numbers have been reduced, we can still continue fighting. However... the sudden attack by our attackers has severely disrupted our siege rhythm."

General Mammon's brows were furrowed, and he was clearly in a state of great displeasure. He knew that this failure could not be blamed on his subordinates' incompetence, but rather on his underestimation of the reaction speed and combat effectiveness of Jiang Chen and the Liangzhou City defenders.

He glanced coldly at his guards and said in a low voice, "This time I failed because I underestimated the enemy. However, I won't make the same mistake again next time. The enemy attacks quickly, so we must be faster than them."

After saying this, General Mammon turned and entered the tent, ready to re-formulate the attack plan. However, when he looked around the tent, he suddenly found that Lord Ji, who was supposed to be in the camp, was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is Lord Ji?" General Mammon asked with a frown, his voice filled with a hint of doubt and uneasiness.

Another deputy general quickly stepped forward to report, "General, Lord Ji...is missing. Some say he disappeared during our retreat."

General Mammon's expression instantly darkened. He realized that this battle might not just be a defeat on the battlefield, but more likely an internal problem. Lord Ji's sudden disappearance, whether he had secretly fled back to the Western Regions or defected to Daliang, was definitely not a good sign.

He waved his hand, signaling his lieutenant to continue searching for someone, while he returned to his tent and began to reconsider his next move. He knew that Lord Ji's disappearance was no accident. The Liangzhou City defenders, especially Jiang Chen, were clearly more formidable than he had imagined.

At the same time, the atmosphere in Liangzhou City was not much more relaxed.

Jiang Chen returned to the General's Mansion, still armored, his entire body drenched in sweat and blood. Without a moment's pause, he immediately summoned his generals for a post-battle debriefing and further deployments. Zhong Xiaodan, Mi Chunhong, and others arrived one after another, their faces etched with fatigue and tension, yet their eyes held a glint of unwavering faith.

"Your Highness, although we successfully repelled the Western Region Army this time, I don't seem to have seen Ji Zhuhui on the battlefield this time." Zhong Xiaodan spoke first, with a hint of worry in his tone.

Jiang Chen nodded, he had the same feeling in his heart.

Ji Zhuhui is the culprit who caused the collapse of Daliang from within. His sudden disappearance this time obviously cannot be explained by ordinary battlefield chaos.

"Ji Zhuhui isn't in the barracks, which speaks volumes," Jiang Chen said solemnly. "He might have realized we've uncovered the inside story, so he escaped early."

Mi Chunhong frowned, clearly pondering this question. "Your Highness, if Ji Zhuhui escapes back to the Western Regions, they might immediately resort to more drastic measures to retaliate. We must prepare for the worst."

Jiang Chen sighed softly. He knew that Ji Zhuhui's disappearance meant that the situation of this war might become more complicated. The enemy might take more crazy revenge, and the situation facing Liangzhou City was far more dangerous than before.

"We can't wait for the enemy to attack us." Jiang Chen's eyes became more determined, his voice steady and powerful, "We must take the initiative to attack and disrupt the enemy's deployment. Only in this way can we seize the initiative in our hands."

Zhong Xiaodan and Mi Chunhong exchanged glances, each seeing the determination in the other's eyes. They knew Jiang Chen's decision was right. Under the current circumstances, the only way to break the deadlock was to take the initiative.

"Your Highness, do you mean that we should take the initiative?" Zhong Xiaodan asked with anticipation in his eyes.

Jiang Chen nodded. "That's right. We must take the initiative to attack the enemy camp before they can redeploy. This will not only undermine the enemy's morale, but also cause them to lose their composure."

Mi Chunhong pondered for a moment, then nodded resolutely: "I agree! We now have the initiative, we must strike while the iron is hot."

Jiang Chen glanced at everyone and saw that they all showed expressions of approval, so he continued, "Zhong Xiaodan, you will be responsible for leading an elite force. We will set out from the east gate, detour to the side and rear of the enemy camp, and wait for an opportunity to strike."

Zhong Xiaodan clasped his fists and accepted the order, a hint of fighting spirit flashing in his eyes: "Yes, Your Highness."

"Dianzhang, you lead another force from the west gate and pretend to launch a main attack to draw the enemy's attention." Jiang Chen continued, "I will personally lead a team to launch a frontal assault and directly attack General Mammon's central camp."

Dianzhang nodded solemnly: "Yes, Your Highness! I will definitely live up to your trust."

Jiang Chen's eyes became more determined. He knew that this plan was risky, but it was also the only option. Only through such a risky action could the enemy's deployment be completely disrupted and forced to retreat.

Jiang Chen stood on the city wall, gazing out in the distance toward the enemy camp. A bonfire was faintly visible, a sea of crimson flames in the darkness. The sound of drums and shouts of killing carried on the wind, faintly revealing the enemy's movements.

"Your Highness, the troops are ready." Zhong Xiaodan walked forward and reported in a low voice.

Jiang Chen nodded, took a deep breath, gripped the hilt of his sword, and looked at it intently: "Pass the order down, and act according to the plan."

Zhong Xiaodan quickly conveyed the order and all troops took action immediately.

Archers, infantry, and cavalry marched out of the city one after another, dividing into three groups and quietly approaching the enemy camp. Each unit's pace was light and swift, demonstrating their well-trained demeanor.