With a million soldiers, the empress begged me not to rebel

The captain made a gesture and the soldiers understood.

They split into several teams and moved towards the granary like ghosts.

They crawled forward, trying to lower themselves as much as possible.

The dead leaves and gravel made a slight friction sound under their bodies, but the sound was quickly swallowed by the night wind.

The air was filled with the smell of dry earth, mixed with the faint scent of smoke from distant campfires.

However, just as they were about to approach the haystack.

When victory was only one step away, something unexpected happened!

"kill!"

Deafening shouts and cries of killing came from all directions.

Like a thunderclap, it instantly tore through the tranquility of the night.

Countless torches suddenly lit up, illuminating the originally dark night sky as bright as day.

It also illuminated the frightened faces of the Beixiang soldiers.

"No! I fell into a trap!"

The captain's face changed drastically. He never thought that he would be ambushed!

He felt a chill running through his bones, from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

It turned out that the soldiers from Shannan Prefecture were pretending to drink and chat.

The noise and finger-guessing sounds around the campfire were all meant to paralyze the enemy's nerves, just waiting to catch them in the trap.

At this moment, the soldiers of Shannan Prefecture emerged from the darkness like a tide.

They were wearing rattan armor and holding sharp blades, like evil spirits crawling out of hell.

The firelight illuminated their ferocious faces, which were filled with murderous intent.

The elite team of Beixiang State was surrounded.

The soldiers in the tent also rushed out and formed a siege with the soldiers outside.

The five hundred elite soldiers of Beixiang State were surrounded.

Lu Yan stood on a high place, looking at the surrounded soldiers of Beixiang State, with a sneer on his lips.

"Mu Qing, Mu Qing, do you think you're the only one who can play dirty?"

"I'm the ancestor of playing dirty tricks!"

"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

Lu Yan waved his hand, and the soldiers of Shannan Prefecture rushed out like tigers descending from the mountains.

Rushing madly towards the soldiers of Beixiang State.

The prelude to the bloody battle was opened by Li Kui's earth-shaking roar.

"Brothers, chop these bastards into pieces for me!"

The big knife in his hand was swung like a violent storm, and blood and flesh flew wherever the blade passed.

The soldiers of Beixiang State fell down in droves like wheat being cut.

He didn't even have time to scream before he became a dead soul under the knife.

The Shannan Prefecture's broadsword team behind Li Kui, those barbarians were like wolves and tigers, rushing into the enemy camp with howls.

He tore a bloody hole in the formation of the Beixiang soldiers.

There were flashes of swords and shadows, sparks flying, screams and roars.

The sounds of weapons clashing merged into one, echoing through the valley.

Although the soldiers of Beixiang State were well-trained.

But faced with this sudden and fierce attack, they were still caught off guard.

They fought hard, but it was like they were stuck in a quagmire, unable to extricate themselves.

The team leader of Beixiang Kingdom was like a mad tiger at this moment.

He brandished the long sword in his hand, slashing left and right, and managed to carve out a bloody path among the chaotic army.

His body was already covered with wounds, and his clothes were stained with blood.

But he still fought to the death, with unyielding rage burning in his eyes.

"Brothers, fight them!"

"Even if I die, I'll take a few people with me!"

He roared and rushed towards the enemy again.

The long sword in his hand was as fast as lightning, bringing up a rain of blood.

However, two fists cannot beat four hands, and a hero cannot defeat a large number of people.

Although the squad leader was brave, he was ultimately outnumbered by the influx of Shannan Prefecture soldiers.

There were several more wounds on his body that were deep enough to see the bone, and blood was dripping along the blade.

It dyed the ground beneath his feet red, and also dyed the team leader's face red.

A soldier from Beixiang State was hit in the thigh by Li Kui.

He let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground, rolling around in pain. His wailing was creepy.

Another soldier's arm was cut off by Li Kui's big knife, and blood gushed out, dyeing the surrounding soldiers red.

He covered his broken arm and let out heart-wrenching howls.

He was struggling in agony on the ground, like a demon crawling out of hell.

In the distance, Lu Fei commanded the musket regiment to advance steadily, continuously shrinking the encirclement.

He calmly observed the battlefield situation and issued orders from time to time:

"First row, fire! Second row, get ready!"

The sound of gunfire was deafening and the air was filled with smoke.

The bullets were like the god of death's scythe, reaping the lives of the soldiers of Beixiang State.

Night Owl, dressed in black, shuttled through the enemy camp.

Like a ghost, he specializes in killing enemy generals.

He is agile and quick in his movements.

The long sword in his hand is like the tongue of a poisonous snake, and every attack is precise and deadly.

Before the enemy captain could react, he was killed by Night Owl with one blow.

His eyes were filled with horror and disbelief, and his body slowly fell down, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The team leader screamed, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell heavily into a pool of blood.

The long sword in his hand fell weakly to the ground, making a crisp sound, as if seeing him off.

His eyes were wide open and he died with his eyes open.

Mu Qing's 500 elite troops were defeated under the siege of Shannan Prefecture soldiers.

They originally thought that they could successfully launch a sneak attack, but they didn't expect to fall into Lu Yan's trap.

Now, they are trapped here, surrounded on all sides and with no hope of breaking out.

The battle lasted less than an hour, and the shouts, screams, and sounds of weapons clashing gradually subsided.

All five hundred elite cavalrymen of Beixiang State were wiped out, without a single survivor.

The smell of blood filled the air, making people sick.

The ground of the valley was littered with corpses and broken limbs, and blood gathered into streams, flowing slowly.

Corpses were everywhere and blood flowed like a river, it was like hell on earth.

The soldiers from Shannan Prefecture were cleaning the battlefield, their faces filled with the joy of victory.

They collected the spoils, buried the bodies, and cleaned up the battlefield.

Lu Yan stood high in the valley, looking down at the bloody battlefield.

His eyes were calm, as if he was already used to all this.

He exhaled slowly, and the white mist quickly dissipated in the cold air.

"Clean up the battlefield carefully and don't leave any hidden dangers."

Lu Yan's tone was calm, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.

He reached out to straighten his messy collar, then turned and walked down the mountain.

Li Kui responded with a "yes".

Then he quickly walked to Han Sheng, who was directing the soldiers to clean up the battlefield, and whispered a few words.

Han Sheng nodded, raised his voice, and shouted to the busy soldiers:

"Be careful! Don't leave anything behind!"

When the soldiers heard the order, they acted more seriously.

Torches lit up the valley, illuminating the busy figures of the soldiers.

Some of them carried corpses, some collected weapons, and some cleaned up bloodstains.

Everyone does their job and everything is in order.

The smell of blood in the valley gradually faded.

Instead, there was a faint smell of pine resin from burning torches.

"Zhang Xun, count the casualties."

Lu Yan walked up to Zhang Xun, his tone still calm.

Zhang Xun saluted with his fists clasped.

"Yes, my lord!"