The flag of the First Legion of the Left Army of the Nine Yang was fluttering in the wind, and all the soldiers from top to bottom remained silent, seemingly ignoring the arrival of death.
According to Wang Zhe's orders, the Tianwu Camp retreated to the hill to rest, and the injured soldiers picked up their weapons again and joined the formation. The Tiance Camp formed a crescent-shaped defensive formation at the foot of the hill. The Qin light cavalry broke through the besieging Roman soldiers and charged straight into the rear of the formation like an arrow.
In order to maintain formation, the Macedonian Legion advanced very slowly. With their speed, it would take another thirty minutes before they could enter the battlefield, and the battle situation fell into a stalemate once again.
Wang Zhe turned around and said, "Yue."
Yue jumped up with joy, "Commander! I will definitely bring the enemy general's head back to you!"
Wang Zhe's face showed a hint of affection. He brushed away the messy hair on Yue's face and said, "You must leave immediately and return to the inland as quickly as possible. But don't go to Lin'an, go to Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty."
Yue was taken aback. "Why?"
"Because you shouldn't be on the battlefield."
Wang Zhe said calmly, then turned to look at Cheng, "Yue is now under your care."
Before Cheng could say anything, Yue angrily said, "I'm not going with him! I want to fight on the battlefield and kill the enemy! This shameless man, I'll kill you!"
Yue had been enduring the embarrassing encounter from last night, but now that Shichuan was asking her to go with this bastard, she couldn't hold back any longer. She drew her long sword from a guard's waist and slashed it towards Cheng.
Cheng was frightened out of his wits. Wang Zhe extended two fingers and caught the sword, then easily snatched it from Yue's hand with a flick of the sword hilt, sealing her acupoint.
"Only he can treat your injuries."
Wang Zhe said solemnly, "Remember, go to Tang Dynasty and find Physician Li."
Wenze ordered his men to bring the two best warhorses, water, food, crossbow arrows, long swords, and a bag of money, then put Yue on the saddle and handed her over to Cheng. He did all this calmly and calmly, as if he was preparing for a distant journey instead of going to his death.
Yue's eyes widened, full of anger and unwillingness. Cheng looked at the brutal battlefield and felt his body powerless like a collapse.
Countless shadows were fighting on the battlefield, and blood and broken limbs were flying up constantly, even the sunlight was stained with splashing blood. He didn't know how many people would survive after this fierce battle, and he didn't even know if he could leave alive.
Wang Zhe said, "The enemy will only be able to surround us in two moments. Leave here and go southeast all the way."
Cheng held back the nausea in his chest and nodded reluctantly.
"Remember those three things."
Wang Zhe clasped his hands together and said solemnly, "Please." Although Cheng had only known this mentor for one day, he felt a difficult-to-explain warmth towards the only person who knew his true identity. When he saw this armored commander salute him, Cheng's heart warmed up. "Please rest assured, Mentor. Zong Yang will not let you down."
Struggling, Cheng climbed onto the saddle and tied the reins of the empty horse to the side of the saddle. He then supported Yue and couldn't help but look back at the commander wearing armor.
What exactly supported them, allowing them to fearlessly face death? Was it courage or a sense of responsibility? Cheng couldn't understand their emotions. Perhaps these people living in ancient times were all idiots, or maybe they had another dimension of survival. A higher dimension.
Just then, he heard Wang Zhe's voice, "Go to Qingyuan. Open the brocade bag at Xuanzhen Temple by the Qing River."
The bloody battlefield was left behind, and the sound of fighting grew increasingly distant. With two experiences of riding a horse, Cheng gradually grasped the method of riding, his body rising and falling with the horse's gallop, no longer as clumsy as before.
After galloping for more than ten li, the phalanx of the Macedonian legion finally approached the foot of the hill. The soldiers of the Tianwu Camp, who had reorganized themselves, could only form two phalanxes, facing each other in a horn-like formation, staring at the slowly approaching enemy without anyone retreating or anywhere to retreat to.
A mournful song rang out, "If there are days without clothes, we'll share our cloaks!" Then more voices joined in. "If there are days without clothes, we'll share our cloaks! King, please lead your troops, and we'll sharpen our swords and spears! We'll stand together! If there are days without clothes, we'll share the same stream! King, please lead your troops, and we'll sharpen our spears and halberds! We'll fight together! If there are days without clothes, we'll share the same garment! King, please lead your troops, and we'll sharpen our armor and weapons! We'll march together!"
After the Qin army finished singing, the Tang army of the Tianci Camp began to sing. "The smoke of the Han Dynasty rises in the northeast, and the Han generals leave their homes to fight against the marauders. Men have always been proud and independent, and the emperor himself bestowed us with the colors of victory. The drums of Zongjin beat under the Zuyi Pass, and the banners flutter in the Jieshi Valley. The commander's urgent message flies across the vast sea, and the Khan's fire illuminates the Wolf Mountain..."
The Qin army's song was as simple and solemn as their heavy spears and black armor, while the Tang army's song was as heroic and vigorous as their shining Mingguang deng and Mo knives. The Tianji Camp's Song army, standing on the hill, sang another famous poem.
"Angry, I unleash my fury and my hair stands on end, leaning on the rail, the rain stops falling. I look up, gaze at the sky, and let out a long, passionate roar. Thirty years of hard work and nothing to show for it, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait until your hair turns white, regretting your wasted youth. We have not yet wiped away the shame of the Jīngkāng era, and our hatred as loyal subjects still remains. We ride in our long chariots, crossing the gaps in the Helan Mountains. Our lofty ambitions drive us to eat the meat of barbarian enemies, and we laugh as we quench our thirst with the blood of the Xiongnu."
As the singing filled the air, the soldiers of the Left Wu First Legion charged recklessly towards the joint forces of the Roman legion, Macedonian phalanx, and beastly barbarians.
On this bloody day, the peaceful grassland was stained red with blood. The crescent-shaped plain between the continuous hills became a pool of flesh and blood.
Whether they were the Han army composed of Roman and Six Dynasties lords, all those who were still alive were being massacred together. Chariots overturned, spears snapped, dying war horses let out mournful cries, and sheepskin shields were splattered with blood... A beastly barbarian fiercely chopped off the head of the spearman on the chariot, and a wide and long machete immediately hacked into his back. A warrior holding a Roman short sword instinctively thrust it to the right, stabbing the blade fiercely into the right rib of the machete-wielding man, and was then pierced through the abdomen by a spear.
Blood and killing were everywhere. Under the blue-gray sky, the god of death spread his wings in the beyond, embracing this bloody wasteland of bones.
The remaining Han army was pressed to the hills surrounding the central army, with less than a thousand people able to fight. The enemy army that they fought exceeded 20,000 people, and the battlefield for miles was covered with corpses.
All of the crossbow arrows in Tianji Camp had been shot, and the crossbowmen drew out their short knives and began to smash the exquisite and incomparable divine arm bows in their hands. The guards of the general's tent remaining on the hillside then killed their own horses one by one, destroying all the items that could be captured by the enemy.
As the battle approached its end, this lonely army that had penetrated deep into the grasslands had reached its limit, and the remaining soldiers were trapped on the hill. The spears thrown by the Roman warriors almost pierced the general's tent. But the banner of the Left Wu First Legion still flew high, with the stalwart figure underneath it.
Wen Ze tightened his high hat, straightened his clothes, and then knelt down, bowing solemnly towards the direction of his hometown.
Wang Zhe smiled and asked, "Do you miss home?"
WenZe said:"I have been away from home for over ten years and have been unable to serve my mother. I am uneasy in my heart, but fortunately my elder brother is able to fulfill his filial duties on my behalf, so I can rest assured when I leave for Quan Tai."
WangZhe suddenly took off his armor and threw it on the ground. As he moved his shoulders, he sighed, "I've been wearing this armor for more than ten years, and I'm still not used to it. Finally, today I can take it off."
WenZe smiled and said, "I haven't seen this Daoist robe of General Shi for a long time."
Looking at the enemy army gathering in front of him, Wang Zhe said calmly, "In fact, I should be strolling in the forest, cultivating and refining my qi, instead of being a general with blood on my hands."
WenZe bowed to Wang Zhe and said, "I can no longer follow General Shi into battle. I will take my leave first."
After speaking, he used a short knife to cut his own throat.
Wang Zhe let out a long sigh.
Cheng had already ridden dozens of miles away. The sounds of fighting had faded away, and the hill that countless soldiers had shed blood for had become a small black dot, with countless tiny figures still barely visible.
Suddenly, a figure shot up into the sky like a white crane.
Cheng couldn't help but pull his horse to a stop and turn to look at the sky.
It was Wang Zhe. This left martial guard general and Taiyi head teacher had taken off his armor, leaving only a sky blue Daoist robe and a golden crown on his body. He looked like a god who ruled over the world as he ascended into the clear sky.
The soldiers who were fighting stopped and looked in astonishment at this extraordinary man, even forgetting to continue their attack.