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

Now that the Chisha Army and the Yulin Army are fighting fiercely, it is a good opportunity for them to reap the benefits. Isn't it wonderful?

General Chisha saw clearly the sinister intentions of this group of "allies".

His heart was boiling with rage, and he wished he could tear these treacherous guys into pieces!

While waving his long sword, he chopped down one Yulin soldier after another like cutting melons and vegetables.

He cursed with gnashing teeth:

"You bastards, how dare you stand by and watch! If I survive, I will chop you all into pieces and feed you to the dogs!"

His eyes were red, and he looked like a madman, and the long sword in his hand was even more powerful.

Every knife was filled with endless anger and murderous intent.

The fight between the Chisha Army and the Yulin Army, which was fierce at the beginning, gradually turned into a fight between trapped beasts.

The Yulin Army fought and retreated, seemingly in disarray, but strangely enough, they still maintained a certain level of combat effectiveness.

Like a group of sticky candies that can't be shaken off, they stuck to the Chisha Army tightly.

Just when General Chisha felt that he was about to wipe out this group of "mad dogs".

Suddenly, a unified cry rang out on the battlefield:

"General Chisha, you took something you shouldn't have. Return it now!"

"Otherwise, when our Prince Consort arrives with his troops, you will be dead!"

The sound was like thunder, exploding in General Chisha's ears.

His heart sank suddenly, and he said to himself, "Oh no, I've fallen into a trap!"

"Damn it! Chase! Chase him!"

General Chisha roared, his eyes were red and seemed to be spitting fire.

The blood-stained long knife in his hand was now dripping with scarlet liquid.

He took the lead and chased after the fleeing Yulin cavalry.

The tall warhorse sitting on top seemed to sense his master's anger.

With a neigh, its four hooves flew, raising a cloud of dust.

However, the Yulin cavalry was astonishingly fast.

Under the cover of night, they drifted around and quickly disappeared into the vast night.

General Chisha was extremely anxious and wished he could grow wings and fly over to tear these cunning enemies into pieces.

He whipped his warhorse desperately, urging it to run faster, wishing he could catch up with the fleeing Yulin cavalry.

But after chasing for a long time, General Chisha didn't even see the shadow of the enemy, and his anger grew even stronger.

He angrily reined in his horse and stopped, his chest heaving violently.

The heavy breathing was particularly clear in the silent night sky.

Looking around, I saw corpses strewn all over the battlefield and blood flowing like a river.

There were broken limbs everywhere, and the scene was horrific.

He dismounted and stood in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, feeling angry and anxious.

Although many Yulin soldiers were killed in this battle, their own losses were also not small.

Moreover, they fell into the enemy's trap, losing both the wife and the army.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn't help but punch the ground, making a dull sound.

Not long after, several coalition commanders, including the Butcher General, the Pessimistic Scholar, and the One-Eyed Dragon, arrived late.

One by one, they appeared at the edge of the battlefield slowly.

They rode tall horses, were dressed in fine clothes, and did not look like they had ever experienced a war.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, they all had surprise and confusion on their faces, pretending to know nothing about it.

"Brother Chisha, what's going on? Are you fighting with the Yulin Army?"

The Butcher General asked vaguely while picking his teeth.

"Humph! You bastards, how dare you ask! I'm fighting bloody battles here, and you're just watching the show from the sidelines. How fucking mean!"

General Chisha was furious and cursed at them.

He felt like a monkey being played with, being manipulated at will.

"General Chisha, you can't say that. Aren't we worried that you'll steal the credit?"

"Besides, Jingzhou City is already trapped. It will be ours sooner or later. Why rush it now?"

The pedantic scholar waved his feather fan with a hypocritical look on his face.

"That's right, brother Chisha, calm down. But what did the Yulin Army just say about 'taking something they shouldn't have'?"

"What treasure did you take that made them fight so hard?"

The one-eyed man stared at General Chisha with his only remaining eye.

"None of your business!"

General Chisha replied unhappily and turned away.

He didn't want to say another word to these hypocritical people, he just wanted to leave this disgusting place as soon as possible.

The Butcher General, the Sour Scholar and the One-Eyed Man exchanged meaningful glances with each other, engaging in a silent conspiracy.

They each speculated what treasure General Chisha had obtained that made the Yulin Army pursue him so relentlessly.

"Could it be some priceless treasure? If I could get it, wouldn't I be rich?"

"Perhaps it's some important military intelligence? If we can intercept it, it will surely be a great achievement."

"No matter what it is, as long as we can snatch it from Chisha, we can make him lose face. This is more important than anything else!"

They dispersed with ulterior motives, each thinking about how to extract the secret from General Chisha.

It would be best if you could take the "treasure" for yourself without anyone noticing.

That night, the escaped Yulin cavalry returned several times to harass the Chisha Army's camp.

They appeared and disappeared like ghosts, constantly attacking the sentries and patrols of the Chisha Army.

This made the Chisha Army exhausted and their morale low.

In the dark night, the cavalry of the Yulin Army came and went like the wind, and they laughed at the incompetence of the Chisha Army wantonly.

They continued to provoke the Chisha Army's defense line with arrows and torches.

Every attack was like a sharp thorn, piercing General Chisha's heart.

He stood in the tent, pacing back and forth, feeling anxious.

"Damn, these ghosts are lingering around!"

He slammed his fist on the table, and the thick wooden table made a dull sound.

The teacup and map on the table began to vibrate.

The original plan was to pretend that he knew nothing, wait and see, and wait for the right time to take action.

But now, he was being held back by the Yulin Army and was in a dilemma.

He was now like a wild animal caught in a trap.

I searched everywhere for an exit, but could not find a way out.

What made him even more angry was that those "allies" were clearly laughing at him.

Wait for both of them to suffer losses so that I can reap the benefits.

He could imagine that the Butcher General, the Pedant Scholar and the One-Eyed Man were hiding in their tents at this moment.

They talked about his predicament with glee and plotted how to divide his spoils.

This feeling of being betrayed and ridiculed was more painful to him than defeat.

"No, we can't keep wasting time like this!"

A fierce look flashed in General Chisha's eyes. He clenched his fists and made up his mind.

If we continue to be passive like this, sooner or later we will be swallowed up by the Yulin Army and those "allies".

We must take the initiative to break the deadlock in order to turn the tide of the battle.

"We must find a way to break out!"