Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

The city lord is wise.

Your subordinates swear to serve you to the death and are willing to be the vanguard.

The officials and generals were greatly encouraged and roared in unison, their doubts vanishing and replaced by a burning fighting spirit.

Then everyone gathered around and discussed in detail the specific tactics for the counterattack, troop deployment, timing of the attack, ambush locations, how to utilize the advantage of firearms, how to divide the enemy forces, and how to strike their command center, etc.

Although Wei Xiaobao doesn't do everything himself, he often makes insightful and incisive decisions that set the tone for crucial matters.

Veteran generals such as Zhou Yu and Shi Poyan were responsible for perfecting the details.

After the discussion was completed, Wei Xiaobao ordered everyone to leave and prepare themselves.

He then got up and went to the training ground in the backyard of the mansion.

With a major battle imminent, he needs to maintain peak condition.

He took off his outer robe, revealing a sharp, short-sleeved outfit, and began practicing his martial arts.

The wind howled with each punch, the palms danced in the air, and the figure moved like a dragon, leaving trails of afterimages in the open space.

When the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill is activated, one's blood and qi surge like a river.

He immersed himself in martial arts, as if trying to calm and refine the slightly agitated mind that had been agitated by the war over the past half month.

The days flew by amidst the tense preparations and the occasional minor conflicts.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Without a doubt, Wu Sangui's final three-day offensive, which involved concentrating all his efforts, still failed to shake Yangzhou in the slightest.

After suffering nearly 10,000 casualties, facing the seemingly impregnable fortress and the chilling resistance of the soldiers and civilians within, Wu Sangui finally gave up and reluctantly ordered a retreat.

With the retreat signaled, the allied forces of the Three Feudatories began to slowly withdraw like the receding tide, their ranks filled with the dejection and exhaustion of defeat.

Wu Sangui originally planned to retreat thirty li (approximately 15 kilometers) and find a strategically advantageous location near a water source to set up camp.

On one hand, the soldiers rested and reorganized.

While waiting for supplies and possible reinforcements to arrive from the rear, they planned to regroup and then plot against Yangzhou.

However, just about twenty miles from Yangzhou, when the army reached a place with hills on both sides and relatively narrow roads, a sudden change occurred.

"Knock knock knock knock..."

The deafening sound of war drums suddenly rose from behind the hills ahead, more urgent and louder than ever before.

Immediately afterward, behind the hills and in the woods, banners fluttered and the sounds of battle shook the heavens.

A large number of elite cavalrymen, like a flood bursting its banks, rushed out of the ambush.

The sound of horses' hooves rolled like muffled thunder, shaking the earth, as they rushed straight towards the Allied forces of the Three Feudatories at the forefront of the marching column, who had not yet had time to fully deploy their defensive formation.

The leading general was none other than Shi Poyan, the governor of Yangzhou.

He led from the front, wielding a long sword, his eyes wide with fury, roaring fiercely:

"My lads, follow me to kill the enemy and avenge our fallen brothers! Kill!"

"Oh no, there's an ambush! It's the Yangzhou army!"

"Quickly, prepare the army to meet the enemy! Brothers, don't panic, follow me and fight!"

Wu Sangui's expression changed drastically. He suddenly drew his sword and roared in shock and anger.

He never expected that the projection of Wei Xiaobao would dare to leave the city and set up an ambush despite being outnumbered.

Moreover, the timing was so precise, right when their own troops were retreating, their morale was at its lowest, and their formation was slightly disordered.

The sudden attack threw the already exhausted and demoralized Triumvirate forces into chaos.

The vanguard was charged by Shi Poyan's cavalry, and men and horses were thrown into disarray.

Just as Wu Sangui was hastily directing his vanguard to resist and try to stabilize the situation,

Behind them and on their flanks, deafening battle cries and the explosions of muskets rang out simultaneously.

"Kill him. Don't let Wu Sangui escape."

"The Yangzhou army is here; the traitors shall die!"

Zhou Yu led another elite infantry force, along with a large number of troops equipped with muskets, to attack from the rear and flanks of the allied forces.

They had been lying in wait for a long time, and now they suddenly launched an attack, like several sharp knives, piercing into the chaotic ranks of the allied forces.

The volley of gunfire, the billowing smoke, and the flying bullets that killed instantly only exacerbated the chaos.

"Wei Xiaobao, you've gone too far!"

Wu Sangui's eyes were bloodshot with rage, but as a seasoned general, he remained calm in the face of danger.

One command post will split up to defend against the enemy.

On one hand, they tried to gather the elite troops in the central army, preparing for a counterattack or breakout.

However, the scene that terrified the Allied soldiers the most unfolded.

A figure in black, like a ghost,

It was like a human-shaped war chariot, suddenly bursting out from the Yangzhou army formation.

Wherever they went, men and horses fell, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

It was Wei Xiaobao, projected into his body, who personally participated in the battle.

He didn't ride a horse, but on foot alone, he was faster than a galloping horse.

Protected by the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill, one is impervious to swords and spears. Between fists and palms, the power of the Great Vajra Fist and the Prajna Palm is brought to its extreme, and those struck are either killed or crippled. There is no enemy who can withstand even a single blow.

He charged like a tiger among sheep, specifically targeting Wu Sangui's banner and the generals who were trying to organize resistance. Wherever he went, a vortex of death and collapse ensued.

Wu Sangui attempted to send his elite personal guards to intercept them.

But in front of Wei Xiaobao, those so-called masters were like clay chickens and earthenware dogs, and were instantly defeated.

Where the commander's flag was, chaos reigned.

A meticulously planned ambush and counter-offensive battle thus erupted in full force.

The battle lasted for three days and three nights.

The Yangzhou army, relying on its high morale, superior equipment, and flexible tactics,

And the terrifying deterrent of Wei Xiaobao, this "human weapon of mass destruction," kept a close watch on the Three Feudatories' allied forces, which had superior numbers but low morale and chaotic command, constantly dividing, encircling, and annihilating them.

The Three Feudatories Alliance was indeed formidable, and Wu Sangui's command was skillful.

Despite being in dire straits, they still managed to mount several effective counterattacks.

His former Guan Ning cavalry troops were even more valiant, inflicting considerable casualties on the Yangzhou army.

But the tide had turned, given the chaos and heavy losses in the initial stages of the ambush.

With Wei Xiaobao's inhuman martial prowess, the allied forces' defeat was inevitable.

After three days and three nights of bloody fighting, the shouts of battle gradually subsided, but the smoke and the smell of blood lingered for a long time.

The fields were littered with corpses, broken flags and halberds, a scene of utter devastation.

The Three Feudatories' 300,000-strong army suffered heavy losses in this battle, with over 150,000 killed, captured, or routed.

Wu Sangui was ultimately a cunning and treacherous old fox. With the desperate protection of his personal guards, he led about 70,000 to 80,000 of his most elite troops, fought his way out, and retreated in a sorry state to the southwest.

"Lord, the majority of the Tripartite Alliance has been routed, and Wu Sangui has led his remaining forces to flee southwest. Should we send troops to pursue them and eliminate them completely?"

A general, covered in blood but in high spirits, strode up to Wei Xiaobao, who was inspecting the battlefield, knelt on one knee, and loudly reported.

The projected image of Wei Xiaobao gazed at the rising dust in the southwest, his eyes gleaming. After a moment of contemplation, he slowly shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"No need. Don't pursue a desperate enemy. Besides, the Qing army still needs them to contain and weaken it."

Order a cavalry unit to follow and monitor them, and drive them away from Yangzhou territory.

The remaining troops immediately cleaned up the battlefield, tallied the spoils of war, treated the wounded, collected the remains of the fallen soldiers, and provided them with generous compensation.

"Yes, Lord City Lord is wise."

Upon hearing this, the general was somewhat puzzled as to why they didn't press their advantage and completely annihilate this powerful enemy.

But he didn't question Wei Xiaobao's order at all, readily agreed, and turned to run off to relay it.

Soon, a group of Yangzhou cavalrymen roared after them, carrying out the task of driving them away and keeping watch.

Meanwhile, many more soldiers began to move quietly on this battlefield that had just witnessed fierce fighting.

The joy of saving compatriots, collecting the remains of both enemies and ourselves, gathering usable weapons, and extinguishing the remaining fires was quickly overshadowed by the cruelty of war and the sorrow of losing compatriots.

But in the eyes of every Yangzhou soldier burned a light called "confidence" and "glory".

They defeated the once-invincible Triple Triumvirate.

They protected their homeland.

They were following an invincible and wise ruler.