Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 811 - 670: A Brilliant Victory

Chapter 811: Chapter 670: A Brilliant Victory

Amidst the night, a region thirty li southeast of Zhangjiakou had succumbed to a battlefield woven with blood and fire.

For twelve whole li around, the land was inundated with the clash of weapons and the sounds of close combat, where countless Mongols and Jin soldiers fought to the death.

Unlike the orderly and disciplined ranks of the Jin Army, the Mongol Cavalry appeared mixed and scattered, leaving a complete mess.

Scattered Mongolian riders could still be seen fleeing northward under cover of darkness.

"Form up! Form up! Those who flee without orders shall die! I will execute them myself!"

Tuotuobuhua roared at the top of his lungs, then swiftly cut down a fleeing Qianhu a hundred paces away, severing him at the neck.

"Bamuer, I want your Wanhu to block their right flank for me! Even if all of your Wanhu perish, you must keep them pinned on that hillside. Don’t let them come over, I need time, do you understand, time?"

He had never expected the Jin Army’s assault to be so ferocious, so domineering and decisive!

Before his various troops could get into formation, the Jin’s thirty thousand Cavalry had charged with an unstoppable resolve, rupturing their already chaotic formation beyond recognition.

Then came the twenty-four Wan Infantry, who advanced en masse, resembling a colossal boulder rolling forward, immovable and unstoppable.

This meant that many from Tuotuobuhua’s Mongolian Iron Cavalry didn’t even have the time to form up for a charge—it was well-known that once Cavalry lost their momentum, they would be like lambs to the slaughter against an infantry formation.

But to rashly charge with such disordered and incomplete formations would be a certain death.

Exhausting all his strength, Tuotuobuhua was desperately trying to gain time to organize his troops. He had intended to gather his fifty thousand Qiyue royal army and another one hundred and seventy thousand elite Cavalry near a hill slope called ’Fushou Slope’ to use the terrain advantage to crush the Jin troops in one go.

However, Tuotuobuhua’s tactical intentions were met with extreme difficulty. The Jin Cavalry kept charging back and forth, finding gaps to exploit like mercury spilling onto the ground, doing everything they could to interfere with the Mongols’ formation, preventing them from rallying and lining up.

The Jin Infantry, like a colossal hammer, swept away all enemies blocking their path! With fire-lances and an array of long and short weapons, they exterminated the scattered Mongol riders one by one in front of their army.

By this time, the advancing speed of these Jin troops had actually slowed down, aiming to maintain the integrity of their entire formation.

They advanced in a clear hierarchy and orderly fashion, as though they were a highly effective killing machine.

Tuotuobuhua also realized that the state of his Mongol soldiers was not good—they were dispirited, exhausted, and suffering from the cold and hunger.

The cold and hunger mainly affected their mounts. The Mongolian soldiers had dried meat and horse milk with them to stave off hunger, so they were not the ones famished. Yet, since noon, their horses hadn’t been fed, which made all the warhorses extremely agitated and disobedient.

The soldiers were weary having not had proper rest since they woke in the morning.

With supply lines cut and no way to retreat—the terrible news weighed heavily on their hearts.

Their morale was at an all-time low following a run that extended dozens of li.

After expending all his strength, Tuotuobuhua finally gathered the one hundred and seventy thousand Mongol riders at ’Fushou Slope.’ Yet, he discovered the army’s morale was low, completely overshadowed by the Jin Army five li away.

At this moment, Tuotuobuhua’s heart went cold; he even lost the courage to give the order to charge.

He wasn’t sure whether his command would lead to greater casualties among the Datan, or if it would doom the entire army.

Tuotuobuhua thought that had he known it would come to this, he should have charged at all costs at Ningyuan Fortress.

Although the casualties would have been heavy, it was far better than the current situation where they were stuck between advancing and retreating.

The Jin’s commander had hit all his psychological pressure points, step by step driving him to make wrong decisions, ultimately sliding into the abyss of a crushing defeat.

Doubts lingered when, suddenly, he saw three streaks of white light shooting towards them before exploding against the forefront of the Jin Army’s formation.

Tuotuobuhua’s pupils shrank slightly—he recognized them as the Mongolian Shaman, Guoshi Abas, and two sacred White Wolves from Mongolia’s holy Mount Buerhan and Yin Mountain.

But they failed to deal a heavy blow to the Jin troops, all thanks to the timely intervention of the Jin’s Shaofu, Yu Jie, who intercepted the man and the two wolves before they could reach the military formation.

The Jin troops behind them parted like water, simply bypassing the battlefield.

Tuotuobuhua’s spirits were lifted nonetheless, "That’s the State Preceptor! The sacred beasts!"

He drew his curved sword and rode out to the front of the entire army, "Warriors of the Mongols! I, Borzigin Tuotuobuhua, implore you to charge with me! Today’s battle is dire, but Changsheng Heaven will surely bless the descendants of the Golden Family, the offspring of the White Wolf, and grant us victory in this battle."

As his words fell, he led the charge towards the Jin Army.

The one hundred and seventy thousand Mongol riders behind him unfettered their reins, following him like a tide bursting forth.

In Tuotuobuhua’s eyes, a fire-like brilliance flared, while his entire body was enwrapped by Dragon Qi! Nine fiery Black Dragons, each one burning fiercely, were coiled around him, baring fangs and brandishing claws.

Tuotuobuhua continued to muster his vital energy and blood, incessantly focusing the Shi of his sword.

He was prepared to use his martial prowess to forcibly break through, to solve the problem with a strong hand.

The Jin’s Jingtai Emperor had fallen, the great general Liang Heng lay dead, and the remaining Shaofu, Yu Jie, could hardly fight against overpowering odds.

At that moment, the State Preceptor, Guoshi Abas, and the sacred White Wolves were wholly committed, pinning down Yu Jie, preventing him from breaking free.

Tuotuobuhua had to seize this opportunity to force open a breach in the Jin troops’ formation—then today’s battle still had a chance of success!

Tuotuobuhua did not seek to defeat the Jin Army, only to inflict heavy damage, so that they would lack the strength to pursue, allowing him to lead his troops to retreat comfortably back to the grasslands.

However, just as Tuotuobuhua’s warhorse was less than one hundred and fifty zhang from the Jin Army’s formation, he saw a figure clad in the Liudao Fumo Armor, with a bright yellow King’s Robe underneath, emerge from the army and spur his horse forward.

The Hao Qi that surrounded this man shone gloriously straight up to the clouds, and the force of ten thousand armies that he embodied even materialized into a giant White Tiger behind him, along with seven gold Dragon Qi entwined around his body.

Above him was a vast Sword Diagram resonating with the stars, with five hundred flying swords moving within it like swimming fish.

"Li Xuan?"

With just one glance, Tuotuobuhua recognized this was the ’County Prince Fenyang’ of the Jin People, the newly risen pillar of the Great Jin Dynasty, and also the commander of the Jin Army in this battle.

His voice came out through gritted teeth as his eyes turned bloodshot, and without hesitation, he spurred his horse faster: "Die!"

Li Xuan’s sword brows also slightly raised: "Tuotuobuhua!"

The two were still one hundred zhang apart, but their confrontation had already begun, with Tuotuobuhua’s intense Wuyi and fierce sword light slashing in the direction of Li Xuan from afar.

The five hundred and twenty flying swords from the Liuhe Zhuxian Sword Diagram SSo also cut out streaks of azure and white sword light.

The lights crisscrossed, shredding Tuotuobuhua’s Wuyi and sword light to pieces, then converged into a single force, plunging down from above Tuotuobuhua’s head.

"Break for me!"

Tuotuobuhua let out an angry roar as he hurled a gold seal from his waist.

It was an object used by his ancestor Genghis Khan, and under the nourishment of the Meng Wu Dragon Qi, it had become an extremely powerful magical instrument, which, at that moment, forcefully shattered the imposing Liuhe Zhuxian sword light.

The figure of Tuotuobuhua was thus able to rush in front of Li Xuan.

Their sword lights collided head-on at that moment, emitting a ’clang’ that shook the heavens.

With the night sky flashing with majestic thunder, countless sharp sword energies scattered in all directions, piercing the skies.

Tuotuobuhua’s pupils contracted slightly: "Heavenly level?"

Not only had this County Prince Fenyang of the Jin reached the heavenly level, but also his Martial Law, the force of ten thousand armies, and his Dragon Qi were on par with, or even superior to, his own!

Especially the ice-thunder blade imbued with Liuli Haoqi, which not only dispersed the White Wolf Dharma Phase behind Tuotuobuhua but also infused endless Cold Power into his body, causing a temporary freeze of his limbs and flesh.

Blood seeped from Li Xuan’s mouth, but the slight internal injuries within his body healed to their original state within a fraction of a breath.

This time he hadn’t even relied on the power of Lv Qiluo; merely his Golden Body, which had reached the level of ’indestructibility’, was enough to ensure his organs remained unharmed.

He curled his lips, returning with a mocking smile: "Did the Khan think that after the death of our dynasty’s previous Emperor, the Great Jin had no one left?"

He and Tuotuobuhua exchanged blows a hundred times in an instant, causing the surroundings to shudder and the earth to quake.

At this time, the one hundred and seventy thousand Mongolian Cavalry, despite being bombarded by a large number of fire lances and cannons, crashed against the Jin Army’s formation.

They were like a surging tide, with a monumental momentum and thunderous might.

However, Tuotuobuhua despairingly found that when this vast force of more than a hundred thousand cavalry finally hit the dam, it only managed to stir up noisy waves.

They collided with the Jin Army’s formation, creating roars and scattering clouds of blood into the air.

The entire line of the Jin Army stood resolutely, and even if a few formations were occasionally broken by the cavalry charge, those cavalry would be stopped before the second, or third line of troops.

Countless Mongolian knights spilled their blood in front of the Jin Army, both men and horses perishing.

As time passed, Tuotuobuhua also realized that both his force of ten thousand armies and the Dragon Qi he commanded were rapidly waning.

The Meng Wu population was not large, totaling only ten million, and if limited to Datan, even scarcer.

Thus, the loss of tens of thousands of able-bodied men was enough to severely weaken them.

"We are not far from Tumu Fort and Maoer Village."

Li Xuan’s sword light forcefully sent Tuotuobuhua retreating thirty zhang, making him stagger while the horse under him shattered into blood and dust in an instant.

Li Xuan’s eyes, cold and murderous, stared at Tuotuobuhua.

"Today this prince will use the lives of the forty-two thousand able-bodied men of your Datan, including the head of your Datan and the life of Mongwu Khan, as a sacrifice to the spirits of the Jin Army’s fallen soldiers!"

"Roar!"

Tuotuobuhua suddenly let out a deep roar, like that of a dying beast.

His entire being, like a wounded wolf, swung his scimitar and lunged at Li Xuan again.

Their figures and sword lights collided, instantly whipping up myriad strengths of Gang and creating overwhelming waves of Qi!