At his command, those soldiers who had already heard of Yu Wenye leading reinforcents rallied without regard for their lives, rushing out of the valley in a frantic scramble. The previously burning firewood was imdiately trampled flat by these n, and the scorching heat of the ground only ignited their fighting spirit. Upon erging from the valley, they quickly assembled and set up a formation for an assault!
Faced with the sudden attack, Yuan An’s troops, initially caught off guard, quickly reacted. However, at that mont, they couldn’t form a battle array for a counterattack due to the lack of leadership. Although they pursued Yu Wencheng along the way and seed unstoppable, it was primarily because Yu Wencheng fled in panic, leaving his main forces in Taiyuan; additionally, they scattered and lost quite a few along the way. Now, encountering such a formidable troop counterattack, they were thrown into confusion.
Arrows poured down like rain from afar, once again falling upon them like a storm, prompting these n to scatter in a hurry, with so hiding behind the mountain walls and others retreating directly.
If they ventured into the forest, the complex terrain here would surely provide a chance for escape!
Right at this mont, the tall figure raised his hand again and made a gentle wave.
This wave was initially faint, inaudible, yet the ensuing noise was earth-shattering, even making those soldiers who were ready to flee freeze in place. They lifted their heads in panic and looked forward, their faces suddenly showing expressions of disbelief and terror.
Around the valley, amidst the still dimly lit mountains, behind the mounds, and even within the pine and cypress forests, countless figures suddenly appeared, brandishing swords and blades that glead with a chilling light, piercing the eyes!
These people were like a suddenly erected wall, completely blocking their path. Looking around, they despairingly found that Yu Wenye’s troops had long surrounded them!
All night, Yuan An led his troops, guarding only the valley entrance until dawn when they prepared for a fire attack. Amidst their busyness, they failed to notice Yu Wenye’s troops circled behind them, forming an even larger encirclent around the valley entrance!
No wonder the archers who first charged out of the valley were only two, but when they acted, the ambushers on the mounds suddenly saw several archers among them fall, pierced by arrows—it was that Yu Wenye’s subordinates had already taken action.
They first disabled the few archers in this force, thus encircling them completely, turning their situation into one of capturing turtles in a jar.
No, it was more than just that!
While watching countless troops suddenly appear around them and completely surround them in terror, an even greater shout erupted from the inner side of the valley, where they had been besieging for days!
Those who turned to look, eyes instantly reddened.
It was Yu Wencheng, watching Yu Wenye’s reinforcents arrive, seemingly effortlessly overwhelming Yuan An’s forces. He realized that Yuan An’s troops were not as formidable as imagined; essentially, it was the battle at Taiyuan that wore him out, and the useless soldiers dragged him along, leading to today’s situation.
Now that reinforcents had arrived, he could not allow them to take all the credit, otherwise when returning to Changa An City in the future, wouldn’t he be trampled underfoot by his second brother whom he already resented?
He would never allow it!
With that thought, he imdiately turned around and shouted, "Song Shiyuan, regroup, form ranks!"
Song Shiyuan dared not delay, swiftly raised his hand, and his troops promptly assembled in attack formation at the smokey scorched valley entrance. The frustration and anger from being besieged for days now completely exploded, as they roared furiously and charged forward, wielding their swords. The piercing shouts and cries of Yu Wenye’s troops intertwined like a thunderbolt, descending directly upon the heads of Yuan An’s forces.
This ti, Yuan An’s troops were truly panicked. Like birds caught in a snare, no matter how desperately they wished to fly away, they were trapped with no chance of escape. Whether facing forward or backward, the fierce, even anger-twisted faces were drawing closer and closer, forcing them to the brink!
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