eurekapd Chapter 1127 Reinforcements Arrive
Chapter 1127 Reinforcements Arrive
The desolate bugle call pierced the clouds, like a thunderclap splitting the gloom, striking the ears of every soldier guarding the city walls.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze.
The soldiers on both sides, caught in the midst of their fierce battle, involuntarily stopped and stared in disbelief at the southeast.
But then they saw a torrent of steel suddenly appear below, sweeping across the snowfield at an astonishing speed.
The flag fluttering in the wind at the head of the flags is the familiar battle flag with a black background, a golden dragon, and the character "Qing"—a flag that the people of Qing are all too familiar with!
Behind the Celebration Flag, on a slightly smaller general's flag, is a large 'King' character.
"Reinforcements?!"
"They're our reinforcements! General Wang's banner bears the name of the Duke of Dingguo!"
"Reinforcements have arrived! Reinforcements have really arrived!"
The stunned silence lasted only a moment before the ecstatic Qing soldiers erupted in cheers like a volcanic eruption.
Power surged forth from their already exhausted bodies, and their hoarse throats erupted in a roar that even surprised themselves:
"Charge! Our reinforcements have arrived!"
"It's time for revenge!"
"Don't let a single Tibetan dog escape!"
The defenders on the city wall seemed to have been given a shot of adrenaline; their previously sluggish movements suddenly became swift, and their eyes flashed with a terrifying ferocity.
They turned and charged, rushing towards the Tibetan soldiers who had just been suffocating them.
The explosive power of their desperate escape caught the Tibetan soldiers off guard, forcing them to retreat repeatedly.
The moment the bugle sounded, Li Che's extremely tense nerves suddenly relaxed.
A wave of dizziness hit him, almost making him lose his balance, but he still managed to look up.
In their field of vision, the vanguard of that steel torrent had already crashed into the rear of the Tibetan army.
Without testing or hesitation, they stormed in headfirst.
Wherever they went, men and horses fell, and the Tibetan army's formation collapsed in an instant.
He saw the general charging at the very front—Wang Sanchun!
That face, which was already ugly, was now filled with unprecedented rage, making it look even more terrifying.
He wielded a large, swift sword like a windmill, and wherever the blade flashed, Tibetan soldiers fell like wheat being harvested.
Ignoring the cries of agony around him, he charged desperately toward Chuima City, his eyes fixed on the city wall.
To Li Che's surprise, there was another person standing slightly behind Wang Sanchun.
This man, clad in ill-fitting armor, appeared somewhat clumsy yet exceptionally brave; he was none other than the tenth brother, Li Tan!
Li Tan gripped a long spear tightly with both hands, his movements completely disorganized, relying solely on sheer ferocity to thrust and stab wildly.
But under Wang Sanchun's protection, they managed to kill several Tibetan soldiers in succession.
When did this kid learn to ride horses and fight?
Besides Li Tan, there was another figure that moved like a ghost.
Xu Jiezi, this usually otherworldly and ethereal person, has also appeared on the battlefield.
He was still wearing a clean, incongruous white robe, but in his hand he carried a three-foot-long sword.
His figure was elusive, his footwork unpredictable and otherworldly. He weaved through the chaotic army, and with each flash of his sword, a Tibetan soldier would clutch his throat and fall to the ground.
Seeing these familiar figures, the last huge weight in Li Che's heart was lifted, and the last breath he had been forcibly holding on dissipated.
His legs buckled, and he could no longer support himself, collapsing onto the cold, sticky bloodstains, his goose-feather knife slipping from his hand and falling to his side.
Extreme exhaustion overwhelmed him like a tidal wave. He leaned against the wall, panting heavily, and could even hear the sound of his heart pounding wildly before gradually calming down.
Although his vision was somewhat blurry, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned upwards.
It's here...it's finally here.
In contrast to the uproar in the city, the Tibetan army was struck dumb and instantly fell into panic.
Dorjee immediately stood under the central army banner, and the moment he saw the dust rising suddenly in the southeast, he froze on his horse like a statue frozen in ice.
All expressions on his face froze, his pupils widened sharply, revealing only despair.
Seeing that Dorje did not react, the voices of the generals beside him changed:
"General! Qing army reinforcements! A large contingent of reinforcements!"
"The rear guard has been thrown into disarray! At least... at least tens of thousands of cavalry!"
"General! Give the order quickly! To fight or to retreat?!"
Dorjee ignored all the generals' panicked cries.
He watched the torrent of Qing troops rapidly surging toward the core of the central army, staring intently at the increasingly clear general's flag, his mind completely blank.
It's over...it's all over.
Attacked from both inside and outside, morale collapsed, and the army was in disarray; all of this meant defeat was inevitable.
"General!"
One of the guards commanders watched as the Qing army's vanguard drew ever closer, while his own commander remained motionless, like a statue.
In his desperation, he disregarded social hierarchy and gave a wink to those around him.
Several strong guards gritted their teeth and stepped forward to lift Dorje, who was standing there dumbfounded, off the saddle.
"What... are you doing?!" Dorje suddenly realized what was happening and let out a hoarse roar as he struggled.
"General! The situation is urgent! As long as we're alive, we can always fight another day!"
The commander of the guards roared, his eyes red, and lashed out with his whip, striking Dorje's mount hard!
The horse neighed in pain, carrying the battered and bruised Dorje, and rushed off in a panic toward the northwest.
With the commander-in-chief making a move, the already crumbling Tibetan army's last shred of will to resist completely collapsed.
The rout spread rapidly from the front lines to the rear, and then throughout the entire army.
Sitting in a pool of blood, Li Che was exhausted to the point of death, but his gaze never left the overall battlefield.
He clearly saw the movement of the Tibetan central army's banner and immediately forced himself to stand up.
Want to run?
It's not that easy!
Li Che took a deep breath; the cool air stimulated his lungs, bringing a bit of clarity.
"Issue my order... Kaiseongmen! Pursue all those who can still move! Join forces with Wang Sanchun's troops in a pincer attack!"
"The time has come to beat a drowning dog; don't let the Tibetans escape!"
His gaze swept over Qiu Bai and the others beside him, whose eyes were burning with desire, and he spoke slowly and deliberately:
"Tell Wang Sanchun, tell everyone... In this battle, I will achieve complete victory!"
“Here!!!”
The ecstasy of surviving the ordeal instantly transformed into the raging flames of revenge and pursuit.
The obstruction blocking the gate was removed, and the city gate was opened again.
All the Qing soldiers who were still able to pick up weapons roared and charged out of Chuima City, joining this pursuit that was destined to be recorded in history.
Attacked from both sides, it is time to avenge our defeat.
The iron pincers of the inner and outer Qing armies slammed shut, and the Tibetan army, whose morale had already plummeted to rock bottom, collapsed like a camel broken by the last straw.
With the Qing army's desperate counterattack from below the city wall and the fierce charge from Wang Sanchun's fresh troops, the Tibetan army's formation was instantly shattered.
With orders broken and organization in disarray, the soldiers abandoned their armor and weapons, wanting nothing more than to escape this desolate place that had instantly turned into a slaughterhouse.
Those who died from trampling each other were even more numerous than those wounded by the Qing army's swords and spears.
On the snowy plain, the dark mass of fleeing soldiers scattered and fled like headless flies.
Wang Sanchun led the way, his eyes bloodshot, completely ignoring the scattered defeated soldiers along the way.
His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, was fixed on the Tibetan banner that was moving under the desperate protection of his personal guards.
The pent-up anger in his chest now transformed into a surging killing intent.
With a powerful slash, he hacked left and right, carving a bloody path through the chaotic enemy ranks!
In the fleeing ranks, Dorje was dragged and pulled along by his personal guards as they ran wildly. The cold wind that hit his face actually woke him up a bit.
He shoved away the two generals who were supporting him, shouting, "What's the panic? Head west! To Yemachuan!"
"General?" A centurion with a blood-stained face looked at him in confusion.
Dorjee glanced back at the approaching pursuers, a glint of madness in his eyes: "These Qing reinforcements have advanced lightly on horseback, without any supplies, and their haste proves that the one in the city is undoubtedly the Qing emperor!"
"As long as we can get away, report to the Grand Master and explain the advantages and disadvantages, and then mobilize a large army to make a comeback, what does this defeat matter as long as we can capture and kill Emperor Qing?!"
"That would be an immense achievement, enough to atone for one's sins, and even lead to a higher position!"
In a desperate situation, these words were like water being poured into a dying fish.
The extinguished light in the eyes of the surrounding generals and guards flickered again.
Yes, if we can take down Emperor Qing... everything could be turned around!
"Go!" Dorje shouted, urging his horse to speed up.
However, the moment he finished speaking...
A furious roar, carrying a chilling killing intent, exploded from the crowd to the side: "You Tibetan traitors! Leave your heads behind before you go!"
The sound arrived, the person arrived, and the knife arrived too!
Wang Sanchun, like a furious brown bear, smashed through the last few Tibetan soldiers who were blocking his way, and stood directly in front of Dorje's fleeing group.
But his beard and hair stood on end, his eyes were wide open, and the blood splattered on his face congealed in the cold wind.
With that blood-dripping broadsword, he truly resembled a wrathful Vajra from a temple mural, fierce and ugly, inspiring fear in all who beheld him.
When Dorje's trusted generals saw this, they were both shocked and frightened.
This general not only has a majestic figure, but his appearance is also quite terrifying.
Despite their fear of his might, with their commander-in-chief at the forefront, they had no choice but to fight to the death.
"Protect the general!"
Two fierce Tibetan generals, renowned for their courage and strength, rode up on either side of Wang Sanchun, brandishing their scimitars and maces, and roaring as they charged toward him.
"Get out of my way!" Wang Sanchun didn't even look at him, and swung his broadsword without any fancy moves.
With the first strike, he deflected the curved blade coming from the left, and then slammed the back of the blade into the general's chest.
The armor caved in, and the man coughed up blood before screaming and flying backward off his horse.
The second strike was a backhand diagonal slash, colliding head-on with the mace that came crashing down from the right.
Amidst the flying sparks, the Tibetan general felt an irresistible force, his tiger's mouth split open, and the mace slipped from his grasp.
The third strike followed like a shadow; with a flash of light, a head wearing an iron helmet flew into the air!
In the blink of an eye, two fierce generals were beheaded!
The other Tibetan generals were terrified and instinctively reined in their horses and retreated, none daring to step forward and confront this god of death.
"waste!"
Seeing that his escape route was blocked, Dorje knew that there was no way out but to fight to the death to have a chance of survival.
He was also a fierce general who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the ferocity in his heart was aroused.
With a furious curse, he raised the heavy iron-handled sword in his hand and spurred his horse straight at Wang Sanchun: "Qing dog, you've gone too far! Prepare to die!"
"clang--"
The two heavy weapons collided violently without any fancy moves, the loud noise making the eardrums of those around them ache, and sparks flew like fireworks.
Wang Sanchun possessed immense strength, and his attack, fueled by anger, was powerful and heavy.
Dorje fought desperately, displaying ruthless swordsmanship and seasoned experience.
The two men spun around on horseback and engaged in a fierce battle.
Amidst flashing blades and howling winds, the battle raged fiercely, neither side gaining the upper hand for a time.