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The Han army was already on high alert.

The gunners and shield bearers stood in close formation, their shields linked together, forming an impenetrable wall of steel.

The crossbowmen were focused, their crossbows aimed at the Wei soldiers rushing down like a tide, their eyes filled with resolute killing intent.

At the command, a deadly rain of arrows will be unleashed.

Deng Ai immediately stood at the front of the formation, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, watching the movements of the Wei army.

"Wang Shuang, you finally couldn't hold on any longer..."

Deng Ai's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

His smile contained both disdain for Wang Shuang and anticipation for the upcoming battle.

He took a deep breath and slowly raised the riding whip in his hand, drawing an arc in the air.

At this point, the Wei army had entered the range of their crossbows.

Deng Ai's eyes sharpened, and he lashed out with his whip, shouting:
"Kill the thief!"

The booming shout instantly ignited the passion of the Han soldiers.

The drums thundered.

"Buzz!"

A deep, piercing sound suddenly rang out, like the call of death.

Countless arrows rained down like a storm, forming a vast net that relentlessly swept towards the Wei army.

The next instant, a rain of arrows swarmed towards the Wei army like locusts.

In an instant, the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling filled the air, and blood splattered everywhere on the battlefield.

The Wei soldiers fell in hundreds like felled wheat, suffering countless deaths and injuries, plunging the entire Wei army into chaos.

Seeing this scene, Wang Shuang was filled with extreme grief and indignation.

He could only glare angrily, brandishing his broadsword, and desperately deflect the incoming arrows, barely managing to save his life.

His soldiers behind him were not so lucky; they were swept down by arrows in droves, their screams echoing everywhere.

With great difficulty, the Wei soldiers charged to the front of the Han army's formation, but by then they had already suffered heavy casualties.

The defeated soldiers looked at the Han army, which stood like an impregnable fortress, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

With his broken body, how could he possibly break through the Han army's ironclad defenses?
Wang Shuang also realized that his plan to break through had completely failed.

But he didn't want to admit defeat.

"Soldiers of Wei, the time has come to serve your country! Follow me and fight!"

In despair, Wang Shuang roared like a trapped beast, squeezing his legs hard against the horse's belly, accelerating wildly in a final struggle.

Under his leadership, the remaining Wei soldiers continued their frenzied charge.

Seeing this, Deng Ai snorted coldly, flicked his whip, and the command flag waved again.

The archers immediately retreated in an orderly fashion, while the spearmen and shieldmen quickly stepped forward, their countless spears like a forest of sharp blades, all aimed at the Wei soldiers.

The gleaming spear tips, like the scythe of death, were ready to reap the lives of the Wei soldiers at any moment.

The Wei army surged into the Han army's formation like a tidal wave.

In an instant, the sounds of flesh flying, weapons clashing, and screams of agony mingled together and suddenly erupted.

In the blink of an eye, countless Wei soldiers were killed or wounded, their corpses piled up like mountains, and their blood flowed like rivers.

However, none of them were able to break through the Han army's defenses, and the Wei army's momentum was thus abruptly interrupted.

"All troops, listen to my command! Kill them!"

Deng Ai issued another order.

The Han army, filled with murderous intent, surged forward like water bursting its banks.

They were unstoppable and launched a frenzied massacre against the Wei soldiers.

The Wei soldiers were exhausted, both physically and mentally. Under the attack of the Han army, they were like lambs to the slaughter, being cut down in droves.

Within a quarter of an hour, the Wei soldiers suffered countless casualties, and the entire army was almost wiped out.

Only one person is still struggling to keep going, and that is Wang Shuang.

At this moment, Wang Shuang was covered in blood, his armor stained crimson with blood, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was the enemy's blood or his own.

His swordsmanship became chaotic and disordered, but he continued to swing wildly like a madman.

His body was covered in countless cuts, and blood gushed out like a spring, soaking his clothes and his warhorse.

"Crack!"

Another shot, swift as lightning, struck him squarely in the back. Wang Shuang screamed in agony and collapsed from his horse.

Upon seeing this, the Han soldiers swarmed forward and surrounded him.

Upon landing, Wang Shuang found his longsword had slipped from his grasp, so he frantically drew his own sword and began wildly swinging it around.

Despite the Han army's heavy encirclement, they were intimidated by his madness, and for a moment no one dared to step forward.

But Wang Shuang eventually exhausted his strength; his arms grew heavier and heavier, and his sword-wielding speed slowed down.

Finally, he could no longer continue his madness and collapsed weakly to his knees.

He could no longer hold the sword in his hand, and it fell to the ground.

Wang Shuang knelt on the ground, supporting himself with his hands, panting heavily, his face full of exhaustion and despair, barely clinging to life.

The Han army arrayed itself, and Deng Ai rode his horse through the ranks, slowly coming to a stop in front of Wang Shuang.

He looked down at Wang Shuang, his eyes filled with mockery and disdain.

"Wang Shuang, your desperate struggle has failed. I have already captured Jieting."

Deng Ai's voice was as firm as ice, carrying a chilling edge.

"Unfortunately, you won't live to see the day when the State of Wei is destroyed."

Wang Shuang raised his head with trembling hands, and when he saw Deng Ai, a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.

In his mind, shouldn't the Han general who commanded the army be Ma Chao?
Who is this person?

“Meng Qi is heading south to intercept Cao Pi, and I am Deng Ai.”

Deng Ai guessed Wang Shuang's confusion and coldly announced his name.

"Deng Ai?"

Wang Shuang suddenly straightened her neck, her eyes filled with surprise and disbelief.

"You are Xiao He's disciple?"

He asked loudly, his voice trembling slightly.

Clearly, he hadn't expected that the person who annihilated his army and drove him to the brink of destruction would be Xiao He's disciple.

"No wonder."

Wang Shuang muttered to himself, a bitter, wry smile appearing on his face.

"It's not unfair at all that I lost to the disciple of the greatest strategist in the world."

"Heaven has forsaken my king, Wang Shuang! Heaven has forsaken my great Wei!"

Wang Shuang looked up at the sky and sighed, his voice filled with sorrow and despair.

Deng Ai's gaze was arrogant, and he snorted disdainfully before thrusting out his silver spear.

Wang Shuang gave up struggling. He slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of Liangzhou, tears of sorrow and despair streaming down his face.

"puff!"

Deng Ai pierced Wang Shuang's heart with a single shot.

The wailing stopped abruptly, and Wang Shuang's body slowly collapsed.

The enemy leader was killed, and a deafening cheer erupted from the Han army camp.

At the top of Maijishan Mountain, the Chinese character flag has been raised high, fluttering in the breeze.

The Han army, swarming across the mountains, brandished their weapons, their cheers deafening, as if they were about to overturn the entire world.

"This traitor can be considered a loyal subject, willing to die for the false Wei. Let him have a proper burial."

Looking at Wang Shuang's corpse, Deng Ai couldn't help but feel a surge of respect.

Then, Deng Ai looked eastward.

"Quickly send a report of victory to Chang'an, informing the Grand Marshal and the General that we have captured Jieting!"

"Also, tell General Mengqi that Wang Shuang has been executed and he can return."

"Order all troops to immediately return to Jieting, repair the city walls, and prepare to meet the attacking Wei army!"

Deng Ai issued several orders in succession.

With Wang Shuang defeated, Ma Chao no longer needs to obstruct Cao Pi and will naturally join forces with him.

Next, they just had to wait for Cao Pi to attack.

The messenger rode away on horseback.

The Han army, riding high on their victory, marched in a grand procession into the city of Jieting. (End of Chapter)