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In the evening, Yao Pingzhong led thirty thousand elite troops from the Western Route Army, all cavalry, to the vicinity of the Golden Army Camp.
"Fire!" At the command, thousands of arrows were shot into the air.
Dozens of Jin Bing guarding the main gate were shot dead, each one pierced by numerous arrows, resembling a wasp nest.
Yao Pingzhong personally led his ten thousand elite soldiers, riding fast horses, charging towards the Jin Bing's main camp.
He was a young and vigorous man, unafraid of the northern Jin Bing, already filled with a patriotic spirit, finally encountering a wise ruler.
Being relatively young, he could not compare to the seasoned general Zhong Shidao in terms of stability, inevitably leading to mistakes.
With a heart set on killing enemies for his country, he also sought to prove his prowess and gain fame throughout the nation, achieving both power and renown.
The thirty thousand elite troops quickly surged in, riding their swift horses with great ferocity, wielding broadswords and spears.
They discovered that there were not as many Jin Bing in front of them; the hundred thousand Jin Bing were likely dispersed in the larger camp behind.
However, there were only about two thousand men, each wearing grayish-yellow armor, and no high-ranking military officials were seen.
The enraged Western Route Army was formidable and harbored deep hatred for the Jin Bing, daring to fight fiercely to the death.
Some swung their swords down and cleaved Jin Bing off their horses, leaving long gashes across their necks as they breathed their last.
Others struck down several times to kill Jin Bing wielding curved sabers, rushing forward to slay more Jin Bing.
Yao Pingzhong was also impressive; he had already slain several Jin Bing, his long sword dripping with red blood, feeling quite pleased!
It feels like the killing hasn't been satisfying enough; this is just the beginning.
He shouted, "Brothers, charge in with me, slay these Jin soldiers, and capture the General of the Jin Kingdom alive! Each of you will be heavily rewarded. Let's rush in and kill them!"
The subordinates were also very excited; they hadn't expected to break in so easily and had already killed quite a few Jin soldiers. They continued to push forward!
They shouted, "Capture the Jin soldiers' Marshal alive! Brothers, kill! Slay these Jin soldiers!"
One by one, they shouted loudly, their morale high as they wielded their blood-stained weapons and continued to fight.
On the ground lay numerous bloodied corpses of Jin soldiers, mostly Jin soldiers; it felt rather unimpressive! They seemed generally weak!
After charging through two large camps, Yao Pingzhong sensed something was off; this Jin camp was strange—how could there be so few soldiers?
At first, he could see thousands of Jin soldiers charging over, but as they moved forward, it felt like there were fewer and fewer people. Just moments ago, he could only see dozens; now there were only a few left!
He said, "Brothers, stop! This Jin camp is suspicious; we need to retreat quickly."
His subordinates also sensed something was wrong and turned their horses around to head back.
Suddenly, tens of thousands of Jin soldiers ambushed them from outside the camp, all armed with weapons—this was a massive ambush.
The camp was surrounded, with over ten thousand crossbowmen at the front, their crossbows loaded with arrows, ready to shoot them down.
A man wearing Golden Armor appeared, adorned with a golden helmet and long braids on both sides of his head, a smile on his face.
He was Marshal Wolibu of the Jin soldiers, riding a tall warhorse outside the camp, surrounded by many Jin soldiers and accompanied by a dozen generals clad in Golden Armor.
He shouted loudly, "General Yao, you big fool, why did you only bring thirty thousand troops? You should have brought a few more thousand, ideally the entire Western Route Army, to catch them all at once. This is really disappointing!"
He burst into laughter, mocking his incompetence.
The soldiers around him joined in the laughter, their tone strange and filled with disdain.
Yao Pingzhong, clad in Black Armor, noticed many yellow torches appearing outside the camp; those Jin soldiers were out there.
The thirty thousand elite troops also saw it and panicked, hurriedly trying to escape.
Yao Pingzhong was filled with rage; this was military intelligence that only a few knew. How could the Jin know about it? Did the court have spies among them?
He shouted, "Golden Thieves, what kind of skill is it to launch a surprise attack? If you have the guts, fight us to the death. I will leave none of you alive."
"Who leaked the information to you? Tell me quickly."
Outside, Wolibu laughed heartily and spat on the ground in disdain.
"Yao Pingzhong, you are just a big fool. Do you think having martial arts skills is enough to defeat our Dajin warriors? You're simply dreaming. Bravery without strategy will lead to a miserable death."
"It's a pity your thirty thousand subordinates will die with you. If you want to know who the traitor is, stop dreaming and go ask Yama!"
Yao Pingzhong was certainly unwilling to accept this. Despite being such a person, he felt it was unfair; he fought for his country and people and shouldn't have met such an end.
"You Jin Kingdom dogs, if you have the guts, let's fight to the death. I will slay you all!"
Wolibu waved his hand, signaling the archers to take action. After all this talk, it was time to start the slaughter.
The ambushing crossbowmen shot their arrows out, densely packed, like a rain of black falling from the sky.
However, the arrows that flew out grew larger, some measuring several dozen centimeters, each one aimed at the Song Army.
Immediately, over a thousand soldiers from the Song Army fell from their horses, arrows embedded in their bodies, lifeless, with red blood gushing out.
Many warhorses were also struck by arrows, piercing their flesh, letting out agonizing cries as they fled in all directions!
Some threw their riders to the ground, startled warhorses bolting away.
Others collided with nearby warhorses, causing the riders to fall and be trampled underfoot, killed instantly.
The dense rain of arrows continued to fly in, relentlessly killing them, and more people fell, leaving pools of blood below.
In a very short time, the ground was already covered with the corpses of the Song Army. The warhorses struggled to move through the carnage; it was gruesome, with thousands dead.
It was utter chaos; soldiers were busy fleeing, unable and unwilling to fight!
Yao Pingzhong had also been struck by two arrows; he forcefully pulled them out, blood gushing forth as he endured the pain.
His heart ached even more. Originally intending to kill enemies for his country, he ended up causing so many deaths—how could he bear it? What face did he have left to live?
He raised his long sword, intending to end his own life as an apology for his failures!
However, several subordinates beside him stopped him and said, "General Yao must not take your own life. If you die, our morale will plummet even further. We should think about escaping and preserving the lives of the remaining brothers."
"Please, General Yao, lead us out. We vow to follow you to the death!"
Yao Pingzhong looked at his loyal subordinates and shed tears, feeling deeply moved.
He had not cried even after suffering serious injuries in the past, but this time he truly wept. He could not die; he had to lead them out.
He said, "I, Yao Pingzhong, am sorry for you all. Follow me and charge out. Even if we die, we must take some Jin Bing with us as companions in death—those treacherous beings."
The soldiers were also invigorated and shouted, "Follow General Yao and charge out! Kill those damned Jin Bing! Kill them all!"
With this shout, many soldiers gathered, no longer panicked, and charged toward the outermost direction.
However, war is never that simple; the outcome had already been decided!
Outside, the Archers continued to shoot their sharp arrows, piercing through the bodies of the soldiers.
They fell helplessly to the ground, lifeless—gone forever.
The bodies of the fallen soldiers and dead Warhorses blocked the way ahead, and the ground was soaked with blood—a scene of utter carnage!
Yao Pingzhong had no choice but to lead the remaining men to escape in another direction, hoping to carve a bloody path back.
The black arrows continued to rain down like a dark storm, and more soldiers fell. The cries of agony echoed through the air—it was heart-wrenching!
Out of thirty thousand men, more than half were already dead; only half remained.
As they fled in another direction, Jin Bing changed their tactics.
They felt they could not let any Song Soldiers return; not a single one could be allowed to escape to demonstrate their power and ruthlessness.
Tens of thousands of Jin soldiers surrounded them, wielding sharp curved sabers and long spears, ready for close combat, blocking the path ahead.
Yao Pingzhong raised his Long Sword and shouted, "Kill! Brothers, fight them to the death! Even if we die, we must take a few of them down with us!"
The remaining soldiers, though terrified, could only fight desperately, sacrificing themselves for their country.
They shouted, "Kill them! Let's perish together with them!"
Both sides fought fiercely, like enraged beasts, battling to the death.
A Song soldier severed a Jin soldier's neck with a single blow, killing him on the ground.
More Jin soldiers charged in from behind, and soon they overwhelmed him as well.
The back-and-forth slaughter was brutal; the screams were incessant, echoing through the air, with the ground stained red with blood.
Although the Song Army fought valiantly, most of them perished in battle. The pile of corpses grew high, a tragic sight indeed!
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