Chapter 9: A Lifeline

Outside the city of Yangzhou, the center of the Song army's formation has descended into chaos, with discarded weapons and armor scattered everywhere, and soldiers crying out and fleeing in panic, gasping for breath, resembling headless flies in their escape. On the battlefield, soldiers fear the most losing command and organization; an army that has lost its command and organization is not merely defeated, but is in rout! It becomes a target that the enemy can slaughter with little effort!

Jia Sidao laughed heartily and said, "What is there to fear? I shall observe the formation right here!"

"My lord, a gentleman does not stand by a precarious wall..."

Behind is the thunderous battle cry of the Red Coat Army, while ahead lies a guarantee river over thirty zhang wide, and on the eastern bank of the guarantee river are the swords and axes of the Song Army's督战队

Yet those who were killed were neither barbarians nor captives, but all were fine sons of the Han family... The strongest military force of the Huaxia nation is engaged in mutual slaughter, while its mortal enemy laughs uproariously. Chen Dexing is merely running, running in a daze, only thinking of escaping this hellish battlefield as quickly as possible, with not a trace of the grand ideals of saving the world or turning the tide in his heart

Gentlemen, follow me to slay the captives

No! I cannot die like this! I want to live, and I want to live splendidly! The Song army will not lose this battle, absolutely not. As long as we can hold on for a moment, there will be a way to survive! At this moment, Chen Dexing suddenly felt his blood boiling all over!

"May we fight to the death for our trust!" Liu the Monk was the first to roar in agreement

Jia Sidao smiled and waved his hand, interrupting Liao Yingzhong, saying, "Do not worry about the Qunyu and the books, I have my own ideas."

Kill the captives

Chen Dexing turned back to take a look, and indeed, the Song army had already collapsed! Even though the commander of the Wu Rui army, Lu Zhaolin, fought valiantly with his personal troops, and even though the armored soldiers of the Wu Rui army fought for their lives, they still could not withstand the enemy, who had an absolute advantage in both numbers and stamina... Now is an era of wielding swords and spears, and after several rounds of battle, the Southern Song warriors, who had not rested for a single minute since dawn, were already exhausted.

"My lord, I kindly request that you proceed to the city of Yangzhou to await good news." Liao Yingzhong quickly advised.

At this moment, Chen Dexing was also fleeing... one hand holding a large knife, the other supporting the already panting Liu monk as they ran towards the moat. Yet, in his heart, he was desperately trying to recall the history of the Southern Song Dynasty that he knew from later times—Emperor Lizong was certainly not the last emperor of the Song Dynasty; there were still Emperor Duzong and the three sons of Emperor Duzong. Moreover, the Mongol emperor who destroyed the Song Dynasty and toppled the Huaxia was not Mongke, but his fourth brother Kublai! In his heart, he was desperately trying to recall the history of the Southern Song Dynasty that he knew from later times—Emperor Lizong was certainly not the last emperor of the Song Dynasty; there were still Emperor Duzong and the three sons of Emperor Duzong. Moreover, the Mongol emperor who destroyed the Song Dynasty and toppled the Huaxia was not Mongke, but his fourth brother Kublai! Mongke's fate should have been to die in defeat at Diaoyu City!

May we fight to the death in loyalty to our trust

"May we fight to the death for our trust!" At this moment, a robust middle-aged man followed closely behind Chen Dexing. He was clad in heavy infantry armor, wearing an iron helmet, holding a bow in his hand, and carrying a large sword on his back, resembling a minor general of the Song army, and he joined in the roar.

This issue is closely related to the health of books and concerns the great life of Chen Dexing

Jia Sidao said: "With Xiangfu leading the charge, I can sit here in peace."

Kill!

On the high platform, the treacherous minister remained unperturbed. Jia Sidao's emotions were remarkably stable; stroking his beard, he softly called out, dispelling the fear evident on the faces of the numerous advisors and officials around him

To live, and to live on, even if it means enduring humiliation and hardship, is better than being dead! Chen Dexing, who has already died once, now only wishes to live. He is well aware that the battle has been lost; no matter how hard Lu Zhaolin and the soldiers of the Wu Ruijun strive, they cannot withstand the overwhelming numbers of the Red Jacket Army. The enemy only needs a single charge to crush the already exhausted soldiers of the Wu Ruijun, followed by a pursuit and massacre

"My lord, I request to go to battle," Li Tingzhi stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

Is there really no way out? Chen Dexing stood by the bank of the Baozhang River, gazing at the wide river surface, a surge of indescribable grief and anger suddenly welled up in his heart. What does this damned fate want with his soul being reborn? Is it to make him die once more?

Li Tingzhi performed a bow and then turned to descend from the high platform. Unlike the civil officials of the Song Dynasty who were well-versed in military affairs, he was a true veteran of the military, having fought for many years alongside the renowned Southern Song general Meng Gong against the Mongols, and he had commanded troops in battle more than once or twice. After descending from the high platform, he donned his armor and took over the command of the 5,000 elite troops of the Qinjing Cuzhang army.

Chen Dexing looked up and saw that it was indeed as depicted in the illustrations. Right at the foot of Yangzhou City across the river, a row of axe-wielding warriors had appeared, holding large knives. A big flag was raised, boldly inscribed with the words "Supervise the Battle" in large characters

"Er Lang, how could you be confused again..." Liu Heshang panted heavily, just about to answer Chen Dexing's question when suddenly a roar like a mountain and a tsunami erupted from behind him

What are you in such a hurry for

Gentlemen, are you willing to seek life in the midst of death

Completed, completed... We cannot cross the Guarantee River! Ahead is a moat over thirty zhang deep! On the opposite bank of the Guarantee River, there are the supervising troops! After running for a short while, Liu the monk shouted again

"The traitorous scoundrels, let us fight the Tartars!" Chen Dexing shouted, his fierce tiger-like eyes scanning left and right. "I am Chen Dexing, the military training officer of the Wurui Army! Do any of you dare to fight alongside me?"

Kill one to break even

Indeed, Chen Dexing is an exception; he still has the strength to fight a few more rounds because he is a psychopathic killer! However, on today's battlefield, there are only a few such deviants on the Southern Song side—if the treacherous minister Jia had forty thousand warriors like Chen the killer under his command, then in the annals of history, Jia Sidao would not be labeled a traitor, but rather a national hero who restored the Central Plains and cleared the land of enemies! Unfortunately, Jia Sidao is ultimately treacherous.

The sound of the horn echoed fiercely on the battlefield, overwhelming the hoarse cries of battle, announcing that the soldiers of the Li family from Yidu had broken through the formation of the Wurui army and the * map * book ... Not only did the Wurui central army collapse in an instant, but even the left and right flanks of the Wurui central army also fell apart under the influence of the Wurui central army...

"Monk, do not speak, conserve your strength! We still have a chance!" Chen Dexing shouted, abandoning his only companion to flee for his life. He could not bring himself to do such a thing; whether in his past life or this one, he was a man of considerable loyalty.

Kill the barbarian

"Let me go, let me go... Erlang, I can't run anymore! I can't hold you back!" At this moment, Liu the Monk, a man over five feet tall, began to cry and shout. He was truly exhausted, struggling to catch his breath, and his legs were still trembling.

More people let out a roar, and those soldiers of the Red Army who still had some strength seemed to see a glimmer of hope at this moment. It is said that ordinary people, when drowning, would not let go of even a straw, let alone these fully armed soldiers.

Kill the barbarian

There is no way out! We can only fight to the death! Even if the end is death, we must at least take one northern barbarian down with us!

Both ends are dead ends

... ...

In other words, in this round of the Mongol-Song War, it is not Jia Sidao who has died, but Mongke! Today's battle should still have a chance to fight! ... It is not certain that we will lose ...

Fight with the dog bandit!

The position of Wu Ruijun is precisely at the center of the entire Song army's front line. If it is defeated, the 40,000 Song troops on the battlefield will be cut in half! Over ten thousand Mongolian cavalry can then surge through the gap at mhetushu.com, striking at the flanks and rear of the entire Song army's line! ... After that, it is highly likely that there will be a total collapse along the entire front, and the city of Yangzhou will most likely be lost as well. That treacherous minister Jia will probably ...! ... Wait a minute! Jia Sidao is currently just a two Huai pacification envoy with the title of head of the Privy Council, not yet the power-hungry minister who controls the entire Song dynasty!

Chen Dexing suddenly asked loudly, "Monk, what year is it tonight? What year is it exactly?"

Victory, victory, the Red Jacket Army has won

In such a dire situation where everyone is fearful and at a loss, a towering figure over six feet tall lets out a roar, voicing the sentiments of the crowd!

At present, Chen Dexing is their lifeline! And they are also the lifeline for Chen Dexing's survival

Kill the barbarian

A deafening crash echoed from behind Chen Dexing, the sound produced when two formations of heavily armored infantry collided! Along with the impact came heavy casualties! The silver blades of the red-clad soldiers slashed down, while the long spears of the Song army thrust forward. The silver blades raised splashes of blood, and the long spears pierced through robust bodies. The dying screams and frenzied shouts erupted simultaneously

The retreating Song army halted by the bank of the river, all panting heavily, their minds filled with a single thought—there is no way out! Behind them were enemy soldiers, in front lay the wide river, over thirty zhang across, and on the opposite bank stood the discipline enforcement team... In this vast world, where could there be a way out for these thousands of Han soldiers fighting to the death?