Chapter 1382: Old Bastard_2

Chapter 1382 -337: Old Bastard_2

At the same time, it was like a knife, stabbing into the most vulnerable spot of the Chu people, shallow as it was, it caused their blood to flow incessantly.

With the command chariot moving faster and faster, accompanied by the Yan Army gaining a local advantage, along with the Chu people’s will to fight being gradually worn down, and finally, as the troops from the three military villages rushed to the rear.

The Chu’s great force,

began to completely collapse!

The outcome ultimately hangs on this moment, the opponent has been holding on, if you can’t keep up, then you can only endure this bitter end.

Shi Yuantang still stood in the chariot, he was not frantic or stamping his feet in anger. Around him were many Chu soldiers who had come earlier and those who had subsequently collapsed.

Lost,

Defeated,

The Chu Zhuguai exhaled a long breath.

Half an hour ago, he was still full of confidence, thinking that the Yan Lord Pingye opposite was too young.

Even now, he still felt that the Lord Pingye was too impetuous, not the way of a commander.

He also still believed that the lord’s decision not to temporarily retreat but to charge was an extremely irresponsible gamble.

Even so,

He lost.

But the Yan won by luck, and he lost by luck as well.

And the fact is,

The Yan, who attacked the city, originally held most of the advantage, yet in the end, they still had to rely on such a life-risking method to narrowly win.

In Shi Yuantang’s view,

Was it necessary?

Military and national affairs, how can they be handled with such willfulness?

What he didn’t know was that the Lord Pingye across from him was simply caught up in the moment;

He also didn’t know that, in the eye of that lord, the so-called military and national affairs didn’t compare to the simple phrase: “I’m happy.”

Shi Yuantang sat back in his chair, and the soldier controlling the chariot glanced back at his Zhuguai. After hesitating for a moment, he chose to drive the chariot to break through.

East Mountain Fort, there’s no going back.

If the Chu army had, as expected, broken the Yan army’s central line and won by now, there would naturally be ample time to leisurely deal with the Yan on the walls of East Mountain Fort.

But now, that side of the wall has been completely conquered by the Yan. Although they haven’t yet fully controlled East Mountain Fort, if they return now, even if they make it back, the Yan army could soon storm in.

It’s just locking oneself in a smaller cage waiting for the Yan to capture them, so why bother?

As for breaking out,

Shi Yuantang held little hope, because this battle has dragged on for so long with such commotion, it’s impossible for the nearby Yan forces to have no reaction or awareness.

Though they can’t send reinforcements here quickly, once they break out, those reinforcements helping to intercept them shouldn’t be too difficult.

Ultimately, it’s because south of the Town South Pass, since Yangshan Village was breached, the Chu people have completely lost cover in the battlefield and the initiative in war.

Shi Yuantang quietly removed his helmet. He made no commands about how to escape or where to flee; he just silently started combing his sideburns with his fingers.

On the battlefield,

not only did Jin Shuke lead the charge, but Liang Cheng also organized a troop, raised a banner, and began to support the overall situation.

After the most grueling tug-of-war, the Yan’s characteristics ensured their overwhelming advantage when the wind was on their side, especially when facing a collapsing enemy.

…

On the command chariot,

Lord Zheng closed his eyes, but his ears continued to listen to the sounds around him.

He wanted to sleep but didn’t dare to truly sleep, his consciousness started wandering in a dazed and muddled state.

He could hear the breathing of the soldiers pushing the command chariot around him, also the distant screams, using them to judge the situation ahead.

It should be very good,

He, too, should be able to truly fall asleep.

Biting the tip of his tongue,

He forcibly roused his spirits once more,

He opened his eyes,

With a touch of drowsiness and bewilderment,

He earnestly scanned the surroundings,

The Yan banners were still flying, but there were few Chu banners left to be seen.

A Ming, while searching for any small weaponry that might still be on him, said:

“My lord, if you’re tired, you should take a nap. In my view, the situation has settled. A Cheng has also risen, with Jin Shuke there, the Chu won’t be able to cause any waves.”

Lord Zheng’s eyelids immediately drooped upon hearing this.

The Sword Saint, sitting cross-legged, then spoke: “The skilled archer in the Chu army might not be dead yet.”

Lord Zheng’s eyelids forcefully opened again upon hearing this.

“Are there any pills left?” Lord Zheng asked A Ming.

A Ming reached out, found a small bottle, and said: “Luckily, this bottle didn’t break.”

The bottle contained pills that Xue Three had concocted at the Snow Sea Pass. They didn’t grant immortality, but combined several herbs, and even minerals and metals components.

The effect was comparable to Five-rock powder but with less severe side effects. Of course, taking lots would surely be harmful, but taking one occasionally to forcibly refresh one’s spirit and squeeze out some potential was not a big problem.

After all, everyone in later generations knows that heavy oil, spice, and salt are bad for the body, but they still delight in skewers, don’t they?

The pill was red, and Lord Zheng placed it in his mouth and swallowed it.