Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

At this moment, Chu Ze's attention was suddenly attracted by the Xixia commander.

The commander rode on a tall horse, constantly issuing orders. Chu Ze observed carefully and suddenly discovered a detail.

Whenever the Xixia commander gave an order, he would raise his right hand unconsciously, and whenever he did so, the soldiers around him would immediately take action.

Chu Ze's eyes lit up and he had an idea in his mind.

"Somebody come!"

At Chu Ze's command, a personal soldier immediately stepped forward.

"Go and pass the order. Have the archers get ready. Once I give the signal, aim at the Xixia commander's right arm and shoot!"

The personal soldiers took the order and left, while Chu Ze continued to observe the battle situation.

He knew that this plan was very risky. If it failed, not only would it fail to change the situation of the war, it might also expose his position.

But the situation is critical now and Chu Ze has no choice.

Just when the Western Xia army was about to break through the defense line, Chu Ze seized the opportunity and waved the command flag fiercely.

"Fire arrows!"

Following Chu Ze's order, countless arrows shot towards the Xixia general like raindrops.

The Xixia commander obviously did not expect such a sneak attack. He instinctively raised his right hand to give an order, but at that moment he was attacked by a dense rain of arrows.

The sharp arrows flew towards him like locusts, and the Xixia commander could not avoid them completely in his haste. An arrow accurately hit his right arm, and blood instantly dyed his gorgeous battle robe red.

The severe pain made the Xixia commander's face change suddenly. He endured the pain and tried to continue commanding the battle. However, the injury to his right arm seriously affected his actions, and the originally smooth tactical deployment became slow and chaotic.

Chu Ze keenly grasped this opportunity. He raised the flag high, and his loud voice penetrated the noisy battlefield:

"All troops, listen up! While the enemy's main general is injured, attack with all your might!"

Following Chu Ze's order, the Song army soldiers, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed to the enemy camp like a tide. They flexibly used the "Dragon Step" to move freely in the enemy's camp, just like swimming fish.

The Xixia army was thrown into chaos. Without the strong command of their leader, they were like headless flies, and they were defeated step by step under the fierce attack of the Song army.

Chu Ze personally led the elite cavalry, like a sharp sword piercing the heart of the enemy. He held a long spear in his hand and was invincible. All the enemy soldiers who stood in front of him were knocked off their horses by his spear.

The battlefield was filled with gunpowder smoke, and the shouts of killing shook the earth. Blood dyed the yellow sand red, and countless soldiers fell in a pool of blood. However, Chu Ze seemed tireless, and his figure always appeared in the most intense places of the battle.

"General, be careful!"

A guard suddenly shouted. Chu Ze turned around suddenly and saw an arrow flying through the air, heading straight for his face.

In a flash, Chu Ze used his intuition from years of battlefield experience to dodge at an incredible speed. The arrow flew past his ear, leaving a strand of his hair.

Chu Ze's eyes flashed coldly, and he looked in the direction of the arrow's source. Not far away, he saw the Xixia commander staring at him coldly, holding a bow and arrow in his hand.

The two men's eyes met in the air, and instantly burst out with astonishing murderous intent. Chu Ze said nothing and rushed towards the Xixia commander. Seeing this, the Xixia commander did not retreat and rushed forward.

"clang!"

The two spears collided in the air, making a deafening metallic collision sound. Chu Ze and the Xixia commander started a fierce fight in the center of the chaotic battlefield.

Both were veterans of many battles, with great martial arts skills. They fought back and forth, each move deadly. The spears danced in the air, flashing cold lights, like two evil dragons fighting each other.

Although the Xixia commander's right arm was injured, his left hand was not weak either. His spear skills were sharp and fierce, and each of his moves was aimed directly at Chu Ze's vital points.

Chu Ze played steadily, knowing that his opponent was injured and that he would win as long as he persisted. Therefore, he adopted a strategy of attacking while defending, and occasionally launched a surprise counterattack against his opponent.

The two fought for nearly a hundred rounds, neither of them could defeat the other. The soldiers around were stunned and stopped fighting involuntarily, leaving a space for this unprecedented battle. "Chu Ze, you really live up to your reputation."

The Xixia commander forced Chu Ze back with a shot and said breathlessly.

Chu Ze sneered and did not answer. He secretly observed the other party's movements, looking for an opportunity to take advantage of.

Suddenly, Chu Ze's eyes lit up. He noticed that every time the Xixia commander made a move, his right arm would tremble unconsciously. Obviously, the injury there was more serious than he had imagined.

Chu Ze had an idea in mind. He deliberately exposed a flaw to lure the opponent to attack.

Sure enough, the Xixia commander seized the opportunity and stabbed Chu Ze in the chest.

Chu Ze was prepared. He leaned back suddenly and at the same time, his left hand shot out like lightning and grabbed the opponent's gun.

The Xixia commander was shocked and wanted to pull back his spear. But would Chu Ze give him this opportunity?
Chu Ze just shook the spear in his right hand and went straight to the opponent's right arm wound like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

The Xixia general cried out in pain, and his right hand loosened involuntarily. Chu Ze seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and thrust his spear like a dragon straight into the opponent's throat.

"Pfft!"

Blood gushed out, and the Xixia commander widened his eyes and looked at Chu Ze in disbelief.

"you you."

He wanted to say something, but no sound came out. His body tilted and he fell heavily to the ground.

"The Xixia commander is dead! Our army has won!"

Chu Ze raised the blood-stained spear high and let out a deafening roar.

This shout was like a bolt of thunder out of the blue, instantly igniting the entire battlefield.

The morale of the Song army was greatly boosted, and they showed amazing fighting power, while the Xixia army was like a defeated rooster, having lost all its fighting spirit.

Chu Ze took advantage of the victory and led his army to launch a ruthless massacre of the fleeing enemy. The battlefield was filled with wailing and blood flowed like a river.

As the sun set, this tragic battle finally came to an end. The Song army won a brilliant victory by defeating the larger force with fewer troops.

Chu Ze stood on the top of the city wall, overlooking the devastated battlefield. His emotions were complicated, he was happy for the victory, but also sad for the loss of lives.

"Pass on my military order to properly place the wounded and bury the fallen soldiers with honor."

Chu Ze gave the order in a deep voice, his tone full of respect for the deceased.

"Yes!"

The personal soldiers took the order and left, while Chu Ze stood alone on the top of the city wall, lost in thought.

Although this great victory was certainly gratifying, the conspiracy behind it made him feel cold in his heart.

Why did the Western Xia launch an attack at this time? What role did the rebellious officials in the court play?
All kinds of questions swirled in Chu Ze's mind, and he knew he had to find out the truth as soon as possible.

Otherwise, this victory may well be just the calm before the storm.

A few days later, Chu Ze secretly returned to the capital. He did not alert anyone, but disguised himself as an ordinary citizen and blended into the bustling streets.

Chu Ze knew very well that to investigate the conspiracy in the Qing Dynasty, it was far from enough to rely solely on open investigations.

He must personally go deep into the people, listen to their voices, and look for clues. (End of this chapter)