Who put the yellow robe on me?

In the Western Region camp, the bonfire flickered, and everything seemed like the darkness before the storm.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried horse hooves broke the silence of the night, and a sentry, covered in dust, came galloping on his warhorse.

"Report!" The sentry dismounted, knelt on one knee, and spoke rapidly, as if he was about to die. "General Mammon, the enemy attacked our main camp at night! They are now heading for our central camp!"

General Mammon was sitting in the tent with his eyes closed, but when he heard the sudden urgent news, he stood up suddenly, his face changed drastically, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

His hand instantly grasped the scimitar placed beside him, and a low growl came from his throat: "What? The enemy is coming towards me?"

There was a commotion in the camp, and the soldiers grabbed their weapons and rushed out of the camp.

In the light of the fire, everyone's face was filled with panic and tension.

General Mammon walked out of the tent and saw that the camp in the distance had fallen into chaos. Archers were pulling their bows in panic, infantry were looking around, and cavalry were scattered in the camp, looking for their horses.

The sky was filled with the shouts of the Daliang army, the neighing of war horses, and the sound of swords and spears clashing piercing the night sky.

"Calm down! Calm down!" General Mammon roared, his voice particularly harsh in the noisy camp. He glanced around, and the soldiers of the Western Region gradually calmed down under General Mammon's roar.

Although his military strength was still more than twice that of the Daliang army at this moment, this midnight raid caught him off guard. He had to admit that he was caught off guard by Daliang.

"Everyone, assemble immediately and prepare for battle!" General Mammon swung his sword suddenly, pointing it in the direction of the enemy, his voice filled with unquestionable command, "Archers, suppress the enemy! Infantry, form up, and cavalry, outflank them!"

The soldiers quickly assembled and began to organize defense under the command of General Mammon. Archers took to the high ground, infantry formed a dense shield wall, and cavalry quickly rushed out of the camp, trying to surround the enemy from the flank.

However, the Daliang army attacked at an extremely fast speed. An elite team had already broken through the Western Region army's defense line and rushed straight towards the central army.

In the dust in the distance, Jiang Chen and Zhong Xiaodan rode their horses towards them at lightning speed.

"Brothers, follow me! Charge into the enemy camp and take down General Mammon!" Jiang Chen shouted, and the long sword in his hand drew a cold light in the night.

He knew that the Tiger Guards from the Western Regions were on their way, and the success of tonight's raid depended on this. He had to pursue the victory and deal a fatal blow to the enemy.

The morale of the Daliang army was high. They were like a sharp sword, piercing into the positions of the Western Regions army and were invincible.

The soldiers from the Western Regions seemed to be in a panic under this sudden attack. Many of them were pierced through the chest by the spears of the Daliang army before they even had time to react.

General Mammon was furious when he saw this, but he also realized the enemy's fierce force. Although his troops were still more than twice the size of the Daliang army, the night attack had disrupted his army's deployment, causing chaos in the army.

"Everyone, hold on! We can't let them get any further!" General Mammon roared, raised his scimitar, and personally led the team to charge towards the enemy.

The sound of killing on the battlefield was deafening, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Jiang Chen and his soldiers fought desperately, and the Western Region Army was gradually defeated.

At this moment, Jiang Chen heard a low sound of horse hooves, which came from far away and became more and more frequent, as if thousands of war horses were galloping from afar.

"Second Young Master, did you hear any sound?" Jiang Chen listened attentively, frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice.

Zhong Xiaodan raised his head and listened for a moment. Suddenly, a look of ecstasy appeared on his face. "Your Highness, Prince of Yan, I heard it! It's the sound of the army! It's my father and brother coming!"

Jiang Chen was also excited when he heard this, but he immediately calmed down and began to count the days since he and the general separated: "Second Young Master, no, the date doesn't match. According to the date we calculated, the general should come in two or three days."

Zhong Xiaodan was stunned, and the joyful expression on his face suddenly froze: "Your Highness, if you say so, it seems to be so..."

Jiang Chen's heart suddenly sank, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

He quickly looked around, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes: "Not good! Second Young Master, these are probably the Tiger Guards from the Western Regions!"

Before he finished speaking, a low sound of horse hooves came from the west, as if the ground was shaking.

Then, a huge cloud of dust rose from the western skyline, obscuring the sun. Thousands of cavalrymen rushed in from the west like a tide, their swords and spears flashing a cold light in the moonlight, and the neighing of war horses reached the sky.

Zhong Xiaodan's face turned pale instantly, and he shouted, "It's the Tiger Guards! It's the Tiger Guards from the Western Regions!"

Jiang Chen's heart was shaken, and he immediately shouted an order: "Retreat! The whole army retreats!"

The Daliang army quickly turned around and began to retreat in an orderly manner. Although they had just gained some advantages, they knew they were no match for the elite division of the Huben Army and had to conserve their strength and wait for a better opportunity.

On the other side, General Mammon finally smiled when he saw the mighty Tiger Guards approaching.

"Hahaha! The Tiger Guards are here! General Xianyu has finally arrived!" General Mammon laughed, his nervousness vanishing. He knew that the Tiger Guards' arrival would completely turn the tide of the battle.

The soldiers of the Tiger Guards were all mighty and powerful, riding on tall warhorses, holding long swords in their hands, their eyes as sharp as lightning. Their armor gleamed in the moonlight, exuding a powerful deterrent.

The leading General Xianyu was even more majestic, with a pair of hawk-like eyes that were bright and sharp, a stern face, and black armor that fit tightly on his body, making him look like a god of war from hell.

He was tall, with a stern face and a short mustache. His brows radiated awe and dignity. His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, as if he could see through everything. He rode atop a steed, clutching a spear. The cold gleam of its tip was chilling.

General Xianyu's voice was as loud as thunder: "Everyone listen! Pursue the enemy and show no mercy!"

Like a tiger descending from a mountain, the Tiger Guards swiftly pounced upon the retreating Daliang army. Horses galloped, dust flew, and the flashes of swords and sabers gleamed coldly in the darkness.

Jiang Chen was riding on the horse, a hint of anxiety flashing in his eyes.

He knew what the arrival of the Tiger Guards meant. The King of the Western Regions had obviously thrown his most elite troops into the fight, desperately trying to capture Liangzhou City.

"Second Young Master, we are here to cover their retreat. We must find a way to hold them back!" Jiang Chen said gritting his teeth, his eyes full of determination.

Zhong Xiaodan nodded, his eyes gleaming with determination: "Understood, Your Highness! We can't let the Tiger Guards invade Liangzhou City!"

Jiang Chen galloped towards a high slope, raised his sword, and shouted loudly, "Quick! Sound the retreat! Prepare a defensive formation!"