When the first purple thunder crashed into the dense crowd, taking away hundreds of lives in an instant, most people didn't have time to realize what happened.
But as wails and screams resounded through the valley, and the ground beneath their feet began to shake and explode, someone immediately realized the problem.
"Enemy attack!!"
"Damn it! There's an ambush!!!"
"Quick! Retreat! Retreat!!!"
"..."
The experienced general immediately shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to urge his soldiers to escape in the right direction.
But before they even gave the order, the panicked crowd was already running madly towards the two exits of the valley.
In the chaos, it is unknown how many people fell down and were unable to stand up again, how many people were blown into the air by explosives, and how many people were turned into powder in the purple thunder.
The valley where more than 100,000 people gathered was like a purgatory on earth at the moment. Karmic fire spewed out from the ground, dark thunder fell from the sky, and the voices of despair and fear were all bright red as far as the eye could see, and it was unknown whether they were rising into the sky.
The flames are still like rain of blood.
Broken limbs and remains can be seen everywhere, some of which cannot even fall to the ground. They are just bloody and hanging on the bodies of people who are still alive, but the latter will not even look at them.
At this moment, it no longer matters whose body these severed arms and legs come from, because everyone has been dominated by endless fear and does not care about anything other than escaping for their lives.
A well-trained army should not panic to this extent when encountering an ambush.
And this just shows that the situation the imperial army is encountering now far exceeds their understanding of war.
Even before the Shu army and the Li army suddenly rushed out from both sides of the valley, they didn't even understand who the enemy was.
"Kill!"
"Kill out!!"
"boom!!"
"..."
Compared with the narrow funnel exit on the west side, the wide funnel entrance on the east side is naturally the main battlefield for fierce battles between the two sides.
Responsible for blocking this direction is Dali's 50,000 reinforcements.
Fifty thousand versus hundreds of thousands, although there was a huge disparity in strength, most of the imperial army was blocked in the valley by their companions and could not participate in the battle at all.
What's more, the Dali reinforcements only need to hold on for two quarters of an hour.
According to previous estimates, within two-quarters of an hour at most, the imperial army in the valley would be basically wiped out by the "thunder and fire". Even if some could escape, it would not matter to the overall situation.
Facing a front line of only a few hundred meters, defend for two quarters of an hour.
Wei Changtian and the Li army general named Zhao Dong thought this would be something that was not difficult to accomplish.
But they somewhat underestimated the fighting power of people in such dangerous situations.
If you can't break out of the siege, you will die.
Under this extreme situation, all the yellow-armored soldiers rushed out of the valley desperately like crazy, without any reservation.
As for escaping...
Not to mention that they have no escape route, even if there is, they cannot retreat or escape at this moment.
Because with the "pushing" of more than 100,000 people behind them, they couldn't even turn around.
All that can be done is to raise the knife and move forward...
"Kill!"
"Bang bang bang!"
"Ah! I don't want to die!!"
"Uuuuuuuuu! Mom! Forgive me for being unfilial!"
"Dad! Mom!!"
"ah!!!"
"..."
Cries, shouts, roars... Countless soldiers in yellow armor held their long swords high and rushed towards the Li army's defense line, falling down one after another like wheat straw.
The next moment, more men who are just like them will step on their corpses and continue to move forward.
Thousands of people fell down, and hundreds of people rushed up.
The bodies of flesh and blood piled up one after another into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, moving forward inch by inch in a tragic and desperate manner.
Under this almost "dead" charge, the Lebanese army's defense line, which was well prepared, soon became loose.
"Damn it! Guard it for me!!"
“No retreat!!!”
Zhao Dong, who was fighting at the front line, slashed away dozens of yellow-armored soldiers with one blow, shouting loudly in an attempt to stabilize the Li army's morale, which had begun to waver.
Although the Li army has an advantage in every aspect except numbers, fighting against such a group of sad soldiers who are endlessly killing them and not knowing how to retreat will make a person feel frightened in his heart.
Zhao Dong knew that if things continued like this, it wouldn't take long for the defense line to be broken through, so he was naturally extremely impatient.
But at this moment, a muffled sound that was far away from the battlefield suddenly came and became deafening in only a very short period of time.
"Then, what is that..."
Some soldiers turned their heads and glanced in the direction of the sound, and immediately froze on the spot in a very untimely manner.
The next moment, it was like a plague quickly spread to the entire battlefield, and countless people made the same move as him.
Everyone just stared blankly at the countless ferocious beasts coming from afar, at the black-armored soldiers riding on the backs of the ferocious beasts, at the black tooth flags embroidered with Tengu patterns, and in a daze they felt like they were really
is in purgatory.
"Clang!"
The long sword fell, and somewhere on the battlefield a yellow-armored soldier suddenly trembled and knelt down.
His body was shaking like chaff, and there was only overwhelming fear in his eyes.
"Evil, evil ghost..."
"It's the evil ghost coming..."
"..."
...
In the valley.
"Boom!"
Purple thunder and gunpowder are still harvesting lives, and Han Zhao's carriage has long been turned into countless fragments.
As a second-grade martial artist, it was easy for Han Zhao to dodge the thunder and fire. Even if he was accidentally hit by the purple thunder, it would not be a big problem.
But You Wenzong naturally does not have such ability.
"..."
He staggered past corpses one after another, and the soldiers around him had long since disappeared.
However, You Wenzong no longer cared about these things. He just staggered around like a zombie, muttering one sentence repeatedly.
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"how so......"
It was obvious that this thoughtful Lord Overseer could not accept what was happening in front of him for the time being.
Because in his opinion, even if there was really an ambush in Niutou Mountain, it shouldn't be like this.
Thunder...
Why did the sky thunder fall on Niutoushan, and why did it fall at exactly this time...
Why......
You Wenzong really couldn't understand why such a "natural punishment" would fall on the head of the army, let alone why a full 200,000 people were buried in Niutoushan.
He just watched everything happening around him numbly, watching a huge boulder slide from one side of the mountain wall and rolling straight towards him, and then watching a figure suddenly appear and smash the boulder into pieces with one punch...
"General Han..."
Looking at Han Zhao in front of him, You Wenzong shook his head with despair: "There's no need to save me, just go and lead the soldiers to break out of the encirclement."
"Escape a little bit, and you can give an explanation to the Holy One..."
"Explain?"
Han Zhao chuckled lightly: "Master You, after tonight the army will not be able to survive, what kind of explanation is this?"
"But, but..."
You Wenzong struggled to speak, but when he saw the smile on Han Zhao's face, his whole body froze for a moment.
At this moment, he seemed to have suddenly figured out a lot of things.
But at this time, Han Zhao no longer cared what he thought, and just said slowly:
"Master You, it's not that I want to save you, but Mr. Wei wants to spare your life."
"By the way, after I return to the capital, I will report to the emperor that you, sir, are the master of the young master in the army."
"So Master You, there is only one way left for you now."
"Of course, as for whether you are willing to leave, that depends on you."