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

The sticky blood dripped along the tip of the gun, staining the ground with shocking "red flowers".

There was a flash of cruelty in his eyes. He raised his spear again and stabbed it into the soldier's head.

The soldier's face was twisted in pain, his eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.

A hoarse sound came from his throat, but he couldn't utter a word.

The enemy soldier twisted the skull hard, and the sound of the skull breaking was clearly audible, like the sound of porcelain breaking, which was horrifying.

White brain matter mixed with blood splattered out, staining the surrounding land red.

This cruel scene did not scare away the soldiers of the Tiger Head Army, but instead aroused their even more crazy fighting spirit.

Their eyes were bloodshot, like wild beasts that had lost their minds, with only one thought in their minds:

Kill! Kill all these brutal enemies!

A soldier of the Tiger Head Army watched his brothers being brutally killed, filled with grief and anger.

He roared, hugged an enemy soldier, and the two of them rolled down the cliff together.

Another soldier of the Tiger Head Army was stabbed several times and was bleeding profusely.

But he was not afraid at all, and used up his last bit of strength to pounce on an enemy soldier.

He bit his enemy's throat with his teeth until both of them fell in a pool of blood.

Another saw the enemy cavalry charging towards him and without hesitation used his body to ram the enemy's horses.

The huge impact caused his internal organs to rupture, but he successfully knocked down the enemy's horse.

He bought a chance for his comrades to catch their breath.

As the sun sets, the blood-red afterglow sprinkles on the earth, dyeing the entire battlefield blood-red.

The soldiers of the Tiger Head Army fell one after another.

Their bodies piled up like mountains, almost covering the earth.

He used his own flesh and blood to build a Great Wall of Steel to block the enemy's attack.

Although they were wounded and exhausted, not one of them retreated and not one of them surrendered.

Even if they are seriously injured, they will fight to the last breath and drag an enemy down with them.

They used their lives to compose a hymn of loyalty and courage, a tragic song written with blood and life.

Chen Qingwan was on a distant hillside, watching all this, her heart aching and tears blurring her vision.

At the foot of the mountain, the soldiers of the Tiger Head Army were falling at an alarming rate.

The enemy's cavalry surged up like a tide and overwhelmed them.

This tragic scene deeply hurt her heart and made it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She knew that it was because of her underestimation of the enemy and her reckless advance that these loyal soldiers died in vain.

Her heart was filled with self-blame and regret, and tears could not stop flowing.

His right hand gripped the hilt of the sword so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

She secretly swore in her heart: I must avenge these dead brothers! I must make the enemy pay with blood!

"Your Majesty, let's retreat quickly. The enemy is too numerous and our numbers are not enough!"

A guard anxiously advised that the enemy cavalry had begun to move towards them.

The neighing of the war horses gradually faded away and finally disappeared in the wind.

Chen Qingwan stumbled back to Jingzhou City, her legs feeling as heavy as lead.

Every step felt like walking on the edge of a knife, with intense pain shooting from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

The rapid marches over the past few days, coupled with the fierce battle in which she had just fought and was almost dead, had already drained her of her last bit of strength.

She felt as if her whole body was falling apart and she might collapse at any moment.

The blood on the armor had long since dried up, solidifying into dark brown scabs that emitted a disgusting smell of rust.

That was the smell of death, and it was also the truest reflection of her inner feelings at the moment.

"His Majesty!"

Qiao'er looked at Chen Qingwan, the empress who was usually majestic and heroic, with heartache.

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, his lips were chapped and covered with tiny wounds.

Even the act of getting off the horse seemed extremely difficult.

What frightened her even more was that the number of soldiers who returned with Chen Qingwan was less than half of the number when they set out.

Looking around, there were only a few hundred people.

Everyone was injured and everyone's face was full of fatigue.

"Why didn't General Hu escort you back?"

Qiao'er's voice trembled with fear that was hard to conceal.

Chen Qingwan leaned against the city wall and took a deep breath. The cold air rushed into her lungs, bringing a slight sting.

It also made her chaotic consciousness a little clearer.

"Still...still covering the rear..."

She uttered a few words with difficulty, her voice as hoarse as a broken bellows.

"How are the others...?"

"No news yet."

Qiao'er's voice trembled even more.

She couldn't imagine that if Xiashanhu and his Tiger Head Army were completely wiped out, the consequences would be disastrous.

Xiashanhu is the bravest general under her command, and the Hutou Army is the most elite force in her hands.

If even they...

Qiao'er didn't dare to think about it anymore, she was afraid that she would collapse.

Chen Qingwan forced herself to cheer up and tried to make herself look less weak.

Now is not the time to be sad and despair. We must cheer up and lead the remaining soldiers to defend Jingzhou City.

"Someone, go to Qingzhou and pass the order, have Zuo Wei lead the troops to support us!"

Zuo Wei was the leader of the secret guards she personally trained, and also one of her most trusted confidants.

He is a martial arts expert and resourceful.

Jingzhou is now under attack from many sides and its military strength is stretched to the limit, so it can only transfer troops from Qingzhou.

However, to make matters worse, the scout's report was like a heavy hammer.

It hit Chen Qingwan's heart so hard that her eyes went black and she almost fainted.

"Report, Qu County, Zeng County, and Chi County have been captured by the enemy! This time the enemy is attacking with a total of 200,000 troops!"

The scout's voice trembled slightly, and he was obviously frightened by this astonishing number.

"Two...two hundred thousand troops?!"

Qiao'er was so scared that her face turned pale, her lips trembled, and she could hardly speak.

The Yulin Army had only 50,000 men at most, and only a pitiful 3,000 cavalrymen.

This does not include the Zhou family army who are missing.

Even if these rebels are mostly a mob, many ants can kill an elephant!

The leak of the news that the Empress was here made her an obvious target, and everyone wanted to hit her.

Originally, Chen Qingwan did not take these minions seriously and planned to advance steadily and defeat them one by one.

But now, these guys actually bought weapons from Shannan Prefecture, which forced her to take it seriously.

"Your Majesty, retreat and defend Jingzhou City to the death!"

Qiao'er suggested eagerly.

"Or we can evacuate all the people in the city to Qingzhou. Qingzhou is backed by Shannan Prefecture. No matter how bold these people are, they still have to rely on Lord Lu's opinion."

"Retreating with the civilians would make us too conspicuous and easily pursued by the enemy. Pass the order, defend Jingzhou City to the death!"