12dz Chapter 2209 The fight between trapped beasts
Chapter 2209 The fight between trapped beasts
"boom--!!!"
Chu Ning's personally led iron torrent of central troops finally crashed hard into the Tang army's hastily constructed frontal defense line!
In an instant, there was the ear-piercing sound of metal clashing, the muffled thud of shields shattering, the crisp sound of spears breaking, the splattering of swords piercing flesh, the neighing of warhorses, and the agonizing screams of the dying.
The sounds mingled together, playing a symphony of death.
With his silver spear gleaming like a dragon, Chu Ning took the lead, his spear tip pointing, flicking, sweeping, and stabbing with precision and ruthlessness.
Tang soldiers' shield bearers and spearmen were constantly being knocked away and pierced by him, his silver spear drawing deadly streaks in the firelight.
Wherever it went, it actually tore a small gap in the dense defense line!
"Stop him! Stop the Chu Emperor!"
The Tang general's eyes were bloodshot as he roared at the top of his lungs, and more soldiers rushed forward with red eyes.
They used their bodies, their lives, to fill that gap, to stop that terrifying silver spear.
The battle reached a fever pitch in an instant.
The Tang army was surrounded on all sides, with no way to retreat, and behind them was the emperor's dragon flag.
This desperate situation, however, stirred up the deepest courage and loyalty in their bones.
To protect the emperor and the last vestiges of the Tang Dynasty's dignity, these remnants of the army unleashed astonishing fighting power.
They fought in groups of three or five, relying on each other and using simple teamwork and a life-or-death fighting style to stubbornly resist the ever-increasing waves of attacks from the Chu army.
A Tang soldier was pierced in the abdomen by a Chu cavalryman's spear, but he grinned and clung tightly to the spear shaft, allowing his comrade behind him to cut down the enemy with a single blow.
Elsewhere, several wounded Tang soldiers with swords and shields surrounded a Chu warrior who had ventured too far in. They held him back with their shields and thrust their swords wildly through the gaps until he fell.
Even worse, some soldiers, clutching burning oil canisters, charged towards areas densely packed with Chu cavalry, howling as they went...
For a time, Tang's last core position was like a cracked but stubborn reef that refused to sink in a storm, and it withstood the fierce attack from three sides by Chu!
The tattered dragon flag still fluttered amidst the flames and blood, and beneath it, Li Shimin gripped his sword tightly, his face ashen.
The personal guards, Han Shidong and Zhang Wu, had led the last cavalry reserve to the front line, where they were locked in fierce combat with Chu Ning's elite central army, refusing to give up an inch of ground!
Chu Ning deflected several spears with a single thrust, his gaze piercing through the chaotic battlefield, locking onto the dragon banner and the blurry yet upright figure beneath it.
His chest rose and fell slightly, not from exhaustion, but from excitement.
How could a cornered beast fight so fiercely?
good very good!
It would be more interesting and demonstrate the supreme power of my Great Chu by destroying you like this!
He took a deep breath, the heavy smell of blood in the night wind making his fighting spirit boil even more.
The silver spear was raised once more, its tip pointing directly at the dragon banner, unleashing a roar that shook the entire battlefield:
"The fate of the Tang Dynasty is sealed! My men, follow me—crush this army and capture the false emperor!"
"With this defeat of the main force of the Tang army, they will no longer be able to stop our army, and the entire Tang Dynasty will fall into the hands of our Chu Kingdom!"
"For the sake of Chu, kill!"
"kill!!!"
An even fiercer attack, like a tsunami, once again crashed into the crumbling yet incredibly tenacious Tang army position.
As night deepened and firelight flickered, the final bloody battle that would determine the fate of the world entered its most tragic and brutal phase.
Every inch of land fought for was stained with hot blood.
Every shout and wail foreshadowed the twilight of a dynasty and the dawn of a new one, as the final, bloody transition took place on the south bank of the Yangtze and Huai rivers.
The deafening shouts of battle, the clanging of metal, and the dying screams, like a boiling furnace, scorched this land on the south bank of the Yangtze and Huai Rivers beyond recognition.
The Tang army's last defensive circular formation shrank and deformed violently under the fierce onslaught of the Chu army from all sides.
Like a small boat in a storm that could disintegrate at any moment, it still managed to stay anchored in place, resisting the pounding waves, thanks to a fierce surge of bloodlust that erupted from the brink of disaster.
Every moment, soldiers fell, and the defensive line retreated, but the dragon flag remained standing.
Li Shiming personally oversaw the operation, his face ashen, his clothes soaked with blood once again.
The imperial physician stood by helplessly, but he seemed oblivious, his gaze sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the front lines where the battle was most intense.
A hoarse voice kept issuing orders to adjust, even if it was just to keep the defense line a little longer.
Generals such as Han Shidong and Zhang Wu led the charge, their bodies covered in blood, standing like rocks at the forefront, fighting to the death against the elite Chu army.
Ordinary Tang soldiers, knowing there was no hope of survival, cast aside their fear and fought in groups of three or five, using rudimentary weapons, their bodies, and their teeth to fiercely resist the well-equipped and highly motivated Chu army.
The battle was so fierce that even seasoned veterans of the Chu army, accustomed to life and death, were shocked.
Chu Ning's silver spear remained the most dazzling mark of death; wherever he went, the Tang army's defenses would falter violently.
He attempted to break through the enemy lines and seize the dragon flag by relying on his personal bravery and the morale of the central army.
However, the Tang army's tenacious resistance and near-suicidal tactics slowed his advance far beyond expectations.
He frowned slightly, but the flames burning in his eyes grew even more intense.
He enjoyed the thrill of conquering powerful opponents; the more tenacious the opponent, the more unparalleled the sense of accomplishment when crushing them.
Just as the two sides were locked in a bloody stalemate, their strength and will stretched to their limits—
"Rumble, rumble..."
A dull, suppressed sound, initially indistinct amidst the deafening sounds of battle, rang out.
But soon, the sound, like muffled thunder rolling across the summer sky, quickly became clear and heavy, carrying a heart-pounding, uniform rhythm.
This was not the scattered sound of hooves on the battlefield, but the thunderous roar that could make the earth tremble, produced by the simultaneous galloping of thousands of iron cavalry!
This voice came from behind Tang Jun, from their only and last escape route.
The direction of the Jianghuai River, which is as black as ink under the night sky and has surging waves!
On the battlefield, whether it was the Tang army or the Chu army, many astute generals and veterans subconsciously slowed down their movements and listened intently.
An ominous premonition, like a cold, venomous snake, crept into the hearts of the remnants of the Tang army.
Soon, accompanied by the approaching and louder thunder, countless torches suddenly lit up on the north bank of the river, like a fire dragon that was about to devour people, and quickly spread to the ferry crossing!
Immediately following were the sounds of ships colliding as they approached the shore and the commotion of large groups of people quickly landing and organizing.
Then came the excited and murderous shouts of that newly formed army as they charged forward!