We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

After plowing through the Japanese positions, the Fengtian Army's artillery fire finally stopped. Unfortunately, the Dongfeng Army's artillery fire could not achieve the saturation attack of later generations, and the infantry and artillery coordinated tactics could not harvest more than 100,000 Japanese lives in one fell swoop.

Even if there were more than 100,000 pigs, they could not be killed in such a short time.

Although the artillery fire stopped, the deafening roar still buzzed in the ears of the Japanese soldiers.

The extended bombardment of artillery fire was like an invisible whip, driving them to squeeze and retreat towards their own city.

However, the gates of Xiaguan City remained tightly closed, showing no sign of being prepared to accept a defeat.

Kaifu Munemasa had already issued a death order to seal the city gates, and the city gates must not be opened unless the Japanese army returned with a great victory.

The despair of having nowhere to escape eroded the fighting spirit of every Japanese soldier. They were squeezed between the advancing Fengtian Army and the city walls, like the pork between two slices of bread in a pork burger.

Although the Japanese army still had a huge advantage in numbers, this small advantage had become a burden in the desperate situation of losing organization, fighting spirit, and retreat.

The narrow space was filled with a surging crowd, the Japanese soldiers pushed and trampled on each other, and the sounds of cursing and wailing were endless.

Under the supervision of General Wang Sanchun and other generals, the Fengtian Army advanced steadily forward through the muddy and bloody quagmire.

The sword and shield soldiers stepped forward to chop down any Japanese soldiers who dared to resist, the spearmen in the back were responsible for finishing off the soldiers, and the archers further back shot at any target.

When some Japanese soldiers faced the Fengtian Army soldiers who were pressing forward, they subconsciously knelt on the ground and begged for surrender.

What awaited him was not surrender without being killed, but arrows shot at him at high speed.

Wang Sanchun's roar exploded in the rain:

"Advance steadily and maintain formation!"

"Your Highness has ordered that no prisoners be taken in this battle!"

surrender?

No way! But the moment the Japanese took up arms and arrived on the battlefield, their fate was sealed.

resistance?

The Japanese were short in stature and were no match for the Fengtian Army in close combat. Moreover, they were mainly composed of archers. How could they resist the Fengtian Army's strict steel jungle?

courage?

That thing was crushed to pieces when the Fengtian Army's artillery bombarded it.

The Japanese soldiers completely collapsed. Like headless flies, they instinctively crowded towards the rear, closer to the city wall.

The people in the rear were held back by the people in the front and could not move, while the people in the front were forced to retreat step by step by the swords and spears of the Fengtian Army.

Under the tremendous pressure, the crowd began to twist and deform like a spring compressed to its limit.

Someone was pushed to the ground and instantly trampled into a pulp by countless feet.

Some people were even driven to mental breakdown, waving their Japanese swords and madly slashing at their fellow men who were blocking their retreat.

The Japanese army's front line, which had been barely maintained, was stretched even thinner in the self-trampling and internal killing.

Like a rubber band that has been stretched to its limit and is about to break.

The rain gradually subsided, and worse things happened for the Japanese army.

Rumbling--

A dull sound came from the ground like rolling thunder, and the earth began to tremble slightly.

In the rain behind the battlefield, a torrent of steel was seen tearing through the gray sky and earth.

Thousands of armored cavalry launched a charge towards the Japanese army's most vulnerable back!

Although Li Che left most of the armored cavalry in Silla, he still left 5,000 cavalry to guard the central camp, which came in handy at this moment.

From a distance, thousands of cavalrymen seemed to be a long line moving forward.

Rows of war horses galloped at full speed, both the men and horses were wearing heavy armor, the cold armor plates gleaming faintly in the dim light of the sky.

The heavy horse hooves trampled the muddy ground, making a terrifying roar.

The armored cavalry formed a huge wedge-shaped charging formation, with Khitan rangers carrying bows and arrows on both sides, and behind them was an even larger group of light cavalry.

Fengguo’s most classic hammer and anvil tactic was the last gift to the Japanese devils.

The person who rushed to the front and acted as the sharp arrow of this steel torrent was none other than the brave Khitan general - Yelu He!

Yelu He lowered his armor, revealing only a pair of eyes burning with bloodthirsty fighting spirit. He held the three-meter-long lance firmly under his armpit, with the tip of the lance pointed straight at the Japanese army's thin rear formation.

Feeling the clatter of horses' hooves behind him, Yelu He's heart was filled with excitement. He couldn't help but use all his strength to let out a roar that pierced the clouds and cracked the rocks:

“The Fengtian Army is mighty!!!”

Thousands of armored cavalry roared in unison, the sound shaking the earth:

"The Fengtian Army is mighty, and the Fengtian nation will win forever!!!"

boom--

The steel torrent slammed into the Japanese army's thin rear formation. There was no fierce resistance, only a crushing blow.

Like a hot iron inserted into solidified butter.

Yelu He's lance instantly pierced the chest of a Japanese soldier. The huge impact force carried the corpse flying backwards, knocking down several more people.

The armored cavalry behind him were like a moving steel wall, slamming into the Japanese army.

The spears thrust, the swords chopped, and the heavy horses’ hooves trampled down!

The Japanese soldiers fell in droves like harvested wheat straw, and wherever the armored cavalry passed, only a bloody path of death was left behind.

After charging into the battle formation, Yelu He threw away his lance, which looked like a string of candied haws, and drew the scimitar from his waist.

He chopped down the Japanese soldiers along the way as if he was in an empty land.

The Japanese soldiers were seen running around in a disorderly manner like a frightened flock of sheep, and the weapons they wielded were weak and powerless, posing no threat to the heavy armor at all.

After killing dozens of people in a row, Yelu He suddenly felt like he had entered sage mode.

Slaughtering these defeated soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit was not challenging at all and was even a bit boring for the battle-hardened Yelu He.

Yelu He wanted to imitate Yue Yun and kill the enemy general in battle, but the Japanese army was in chaos at this moment and the banner of Kaibu Munemasa could not be seen at all.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Yeluhe's mind.

"Listen up!"

Yelu He killed a Japanese soldier who blocked his way with his scimitar, and shouted in Khitan to the armored cavalry around him who could hear him:

"Whatever I yell, you guys should yell along! Yell louder!"

Although the guards did not understand why, they nodded in agreement as if the military order was as heavy as a mountain.

Yelu He took a deep breath and shouted in Japanese with a thick Khitan accent, "Haibu Zongzhen is dead!"

"Munejo Kaibu is dead!"

The armored cavalrymen around him were startled for a moment, then reacted and began to shout in unison, using even more bizarre and varied accents:

"Kaifu Sosada is dead!"

"Die んだ! Die んだ!"

This sudden roar quickly spread among the torrent of armored cavalry.

Thousands of voices converged together, becoming extremely clear on the chaotic battlefield.

"What? Lord Kaibu...is dead?"

"Impossible! I just saw..."

"I just saw it, but after the Fengtian Army rushed over, did you still see the general?"

"The Fengtian Army is shouting, they are rushing in! The general must be..."

"It's over! It's all over! The general is dead, what are we going to fight for?!"

Hesitation and despair spread like wildfire, instantly sweeping through the entire Japanese army.

The soldiers who were originally crowding, pushing, and even killing each other lost the last bit of support in their hearts.

Countless soldiers seemed to have their backbones pulled out, their eyes were completely dull, and the weapons in their hands fell into the mud one after another.

The cries instantly turned into wails of surrender, and large groups of Japanese soldiers gave up resistance.

They either kneel down in the mud with their heads in their hands, or simply collapse to the ground, waiting to be killed.

"Surrender? You'll die if you surrender!"

Yelu He and others didn't care about this. What they wanted was for the Japanese army's front to be in complete chaos, the more chaotic the better.

At this moment, Kaibu Munemasa had just climbed back onto a warhorse with difficulty under the desperate protection of his personal soldiers.

His ears were buzzing and his head was still dizzy. He vaguely heard shouts coming from the battlefield, but he couldn't make out the specific content.

Kaibu Munezana fought back the dizziness and hoarsely asked the guards beside him, "What are they shouting?"

The guard's face was pale and his lips were trembling.

Seeing more and more soldiers around him throwing away their weapons, how could he dare to tell the truth?

He could only stammer in reply: "Sir...sir...they are...shouting..."

However, there was no need for him to answer at this moment.

Because the shouting had already reached Kaibu Munemasa, countless defeated soldiers ran past him, throwing away their armor and helmets, crying:

"The general is dead!"

"Run!"

"It's over! It's over!"

Kaibu Munezane felt a rush of blood to his forehead, his vision went dark, and the muscles on his face twisted and twitched with anger.

He straightened his body suddenly, ignoring the severe pain in his chest, and used all his strength, his voice sharp and distorted with anger:

"Bullshit! I'm not dead! I'm not dead yet!!!"

However, no one cared whether he was dead or not.

When faith collapsed and the existence of the leader became questionable, whether Kaifu Munemasa was dead or alive was meaningless to the Japanese army that was in complete collapse.

The rear formation was torn apart by armored cavalry, the central army collapsed due to rumors, and the front formation was ruthlessly crushed by the Fengtian Army infantry.

The huge Japanese army's front line was like a giant powder barrel with a lit fuse, exploding from the core and then quickly spreading to the entire battlefield.

An avalanche began that swept everything away.

The fleeing soldiers were like a black torrent that had broken through a dam, completely losing control and beginning to rush towards the tightly closed Xiaguan city gate regardless of everything.

They rammed their bodies against the city gates and smashed the door panels with their weapons, crying, begging, and cursing, just wanting to escape into the seemingly safe city walls.

The swords, spears and iron hooves of the Fengtian Army followed closely behind, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the Japanese pirates like cold harvesters.

Li Che, who was at the back, put down his telescope and his furrowed brows finally relaxed.

He clapped his gauntlets gently and began to sing softly.

Qiu Bai, standing by, subconsciously pricked up his ears and listened curiously. What he heard was another completely unfamiliar tune:

"Fold a thousand paper cranes and tie a red ribbon. May good luck come to kind people every day!"

"Good luck! I wish you good luck! Good luck brings joy and love!"