Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 259

Thirty thousand soldiers of the Nanchuan Army swept across the battlefield from behind Long Rui like a frenzy, causing a rain of blood all over the sky. The provincial garrison under Long Rui's command was suddenly killed by elite soldiers and strong generals, and they were killed before they could react. smash.

"Reinforcements! Our reinforcements!!" The Nanchuan soldiers who had survived the bloody battle in Luodian Town screamed excitedly.

Mengdo struggled to pull the saber out of the enemy's chest, his rough face flushed with excitement: Lin Chuan did not abandon them, and the Nanchuan Army did not abandon them!

"Go out and meet the general!" The Nanchuan soldiers, who had already fallen into despair, were full of strength at this moment, like a tiger coming out of a cage, and rushed towards the enemy in front of them.

The dynasty soldiers who had already entered Luodian Town heard the loud shouts of killing from outside, and their morale fluttered. They were killed by Mondo and the others, causing heavy casualties.

"Stop them! Block them!" Long Rui roared loudly while riding on the gold-encrusted chariot.

Facing the raging tide of the Nanchuan Army, the provincial garrison was like grains of sand on the beach. It was quickly submerged by the black tide and collapsed, unable to organize effective resistance at all.

Some of the more than 2 provincial garrison troops under Long Rui's command entered Luodian Town, and some remained on the battlefield outside the town. Now facing a sudden attack, they can't look at each other from head to tail. Terrified, he kept backing away.

"Those who retreat again will be cut!" The prince Long Rui personally supervised the battle with a knife, trying to stabilize the line of defense.

"Blow the horn, call for help! call for help!"

Faced with the wolf-like Nanchuan army, the prince Long Rui has already fallen to the bottom of his heart, and the only thing he can count on is Haotian's central army.

The desolate horn sounded on the battlefield shouting for killing, and echoed far away. On the top of the mountain several miles away, Haotian was wearing armor, sitting upright and drinking, and ignored it.

Haotian's reinforcements that Long Rui was looking forward to did not arrive, and the yellow flag waving in the wind behind him attracted the killer Lin Chuan instead.

Lin Chuan rode on the horse of Shen Jun, a black and shiny lance exuding murderous aura, puff puff puff!The lance in Lin Chuan's hand was like a sickle for harvesting life. Wherever the horse galloped, the enemy troops on both sides fell in a pool of blood.

The guard Thunderstorm followed behind Lin Chuan, and the warhammer in his hand was extremely fierce, covering Lin Chuan's back.

"Haotian, bastard!" The sound of the horn echoed for a long time, but the reinforcements that Long Rui was expecting did not see that his troops were being defeated. Long Rui cursed at Haotian, put his hands on the shaft of the car, and his mind went blank at this moment.

Long Rui hated Haotian to death in his heart, he hated, hated Haotian for being helpless, but he didn't reflect on himself.

In the past few weeks, Long Rui's military exploits were outstanding, and he was greatly praised by Emperor Long Yuan, but almost all of his military exploits were robbed by friendly troops.

The troops who had been robbed of military merit by him dared not speak out. Who made him the emperor's son? Now there are a large number of imperial army troops around Luodian town. Facing Long Rui's request for help, they all kept silent without exception. , aren't you, Long Rui, amazing?Continue to win battles.

The troops of the Dynasty army gloated at seeing Prince Long Rui's troops fall into a trap. At this moment, Prince Long Rui's heart was ashamed and he had given up commanding the troops.

The two provincial flag regiments have been defeated by Lin Chuan's army. The Dynasty army's rout is currently fleeing all over the mountains and plains. Facing the powerful Nanchuan army, they have no courage to resist. Besides, they are not regular troops. It's just the garrison.

Now the only force still resisting is five thousand nobles fighting fiercely around Long Rui's gold-encrusted chariot.

"Kill!" Lin Chuan also noticed the gorgeous chariot in the center of the battlefield and the noble armed resistance forces surrounding the chariot. He raised his black spear forward, and the Nanchuan soldiers immediately roared excitedly.

"Linchuan!"

"Linchuan!"

"Linchuan!"

As the commander of the legion, Lin Chuan has a high prestige in the hearts of the soldiers. With Lin Chuan pointing his spear forward, the Nanchuan soldiers rushed towards the center of the battlefield one after another.

The aristocratic armed forces are the private soldiers of the aristocratic lords. They have excellent equipment and a tenacious will to fight. They only obey the orders of their masters.

In order to climb up Long Rui's thigh, the nobles lent Long Rui five thousand private soldiers, which now became Long Rui's last straw.

"Third Highness, get out." The black-robed staff member who didn't know when he appeared next to the chariot suggested.

"What about Haotian, let Haotian bring troops to kill the enemy, kill the rebels!"

Long Rui looked crazy, yelling and screaming.

The black-robed staff looked at Long Rui who had fallen into madness, shook his head helplessly, and left the gold-encrusted chariot.

Lin Chuan was like the god of war in ancient times. The black spear in his hand was flying, bringing a rain of blood all over the sky. The enemy soldiers who stood in front of him were either picked up or stabbed to death.

Boom!The war horse let out a mournful cry. The left side of the war horse was hit by a huge warhammer and turned to the right. Lin Chuan rolled and fell into a pool of blood, splashing all over his body with plasma.

An aristocratic private soldier in red armor bared his teeth and smashed towards Lin Chuan with a hammer.

Lin Chuan yelled angrily: "Scrap!" Putting his hands on the ground, he jumped up, and with the help of a black spear, he turned his iron legs and swept towards the enemy's chest.

Kacha, the enemy groaned, his chest collapsed under Lin Chuan's slam, and he took a few steps back to stabilize his figure.

"Oh!"

The spear in Lin Chuan's hand pierced the enemy's throat, but it was still a step too late. The thunderstorm horse passed by, and the war hammer smashed the enemy's head, and the brains splashed on Lin Chuan's face.

"Fuck, can you be gentle!" Lin Chuan wiped the sticky red and white stuff on his face, and cursed at the thunderstorm.

Thunderstorm laughed loudly: "General, I will pay attention next time."

Lin Chuan, who had lost his horse, began to fight on foot. He put away the jet-black spear. He drew out his sharp saber, roared loudly, jumped into the enemy group, and immediately tore a bloody road.

Although the aristocrats were well-armed, the Nanchuan soldiers were more well-trained. There were five people fighting each other to cooperate with each other. Coupled with the fierce rush of the sergeants, the always arrogant noble armed soldiers were constantly being killed.

"Protect me, protect me and kill me!" Seeing the Nanchuan soldiers approaching, Long Rui became frightened, and hurriedly ordered to retreat.

The guards driving the chariot didn't care about the noble soldiers beside them, so they raised their whips and rushed over. Suddenly, more than a dozen noble soldiers screamed and were crushed into meat paste.

"Bastard!" The noble private soldiers who dodged in time cursed loudly. On this bloody battlefield, their lives are in danger now, and they don't care about the bullshit prince, so they cursed loudly.

The collision on the battlefield not only turned the private soldiers of the nobles into corpses under the wheels, but also the Nanchuan soldiers who couldn't dodge were also thrown into the air, leaving a deep blood groove where the battlefield passed.

"We can't let him escape!" an officer yelled.

A sergeant picked up a stabbing gun and threw it viciously, click!The galloping wheels were inserted into the steel lance, and they were instantly smashed to pieces, the chariot turned over, and the prince Long Rui also flew out of the chariot, rolling into a pool of blood.

Long Rui struggled to get up, more than a dozen bloody stabbing guns had surrounded him, Long Rui had never felt that death was so close to him.

Prince Long Rui became a prisoner of the Nanchuan Army, and the imperial flag car high above was discarded in the mud.

"Order the troops to attack." Seeing that Long Rui's troops were finished, Haotian who was on the periphery finally gave the order to attack.

The sound of the horn sounded, and in the dense forest and in the valley, countless dynastic troops marched towards Luodian Town, and a bigger battle began.

(End of this chapter)