A sickly fellow ridiculed by the entire army? I'll be the most beautiful woman in the barracks!

By the bright moonlight and the firelight burning in the valley, Chu Hanchuan fixed his gaze on Zhao Daxuan's team ahead.

In the night sky above, one could vaguely see arrows raining down like a storm, accompanied by the whistling wind, heading towards where Zhao Daxuan was.

Chu Hanchuan couldn't help but sneer, thinking to himself, "Zhao Daxuan, no matter how many heads and six arms you have, under this barrage of arrows, even if you don't die, you'll be badly injured!"

If they fire two more volleys of arrows of this size, they can kill half of the mere two hundred men in front of them with their eyes closed. Once the man with the triangular eyes is dead, everything will be fine!

However, the scene of soldiers from the Wangbei Camp falling to the ground, wounded by arrows and wailing all around, did not occur after the rain of arrows fell.

However, the next second, the scene before him made his smile freeze, replaced by unbelievable astonishment.

The moment Chu Hanchuan gave the order to fire the arrows, all the soldiers moved in unison, rushing to the several wagons behind them that were pretending to be transporting supplies. They ripped off the tarpaulins and took out shields from them.

"Ding ding ding!"

The dense rain of arrows pounded against the shields, sparks flying and a series of piercing cracking sounds, but they did not harm the soldiers behind the shields in the slightest.

"Damn it!" Chu Hanchuan's eyes widened upon seeing this, and he almost ground his teeth to powder. "That treacherous Zhao Daxuan actually hid so many shields in the supply wagon!"

Chu Hanchuan was unwilling to give up, and gritted his teeth as he coldly shouted, "Keep firing! I don't believe they can block all the arrows."

As Chu Hanchuan's black-clad soldiers charged forward, they drew their bows and nocked arrows.

Before they reached Zhao Daxuan's troops, the black-clad soldiers had already fired two volleys of arrows. However, after the rain of arrows fell, Chu Hanchuan's hopeful eyes revealed a look of disappointment.

The two volleys of arrows fired again did not seriously injure any of Zhao Daxuan's men; at most, only one or two had their skin scratched by stray arrows.

On the contrary, two of the five cripples were unable to dodge in time and were riddled with more than ten arrows.

Looking at his second and third brothers, who were riddled with arrows, with several arrows stuck in their bodies, the triangular-eyed man's eyes twitched incessantly, a sense of shared sorrow for the fallen brethren welling up within him.

At the same time, he secretly rejoiced that he had been quick-witted and hid behind a soldier carrying a heavy shield, which allowed him to narrowly escape the volley of arrows.

The man with the triangular eyes glanced at the fourth and fifth brothers, who had just been hiding behind the soldiers of the Wangbei Camp like him, and gestured for them to be more alert.

The fourth and fifth brothers both looked shaken. Looking at the second and third brothers lying on the ground, bleeding profusely, their eyes showed no sadness, only relief at surviving the ordeal.

They quickly nodded to the man with the triangular eyes, cowering tightly behind their shields, not daring to even breathe.

Just as Chu Hanchuan's team fired the second volley of arrows, someone from Zhao Daxuan's team suddenly launched two signal flares into the sky.

The signal flare exploded in the air, turning into two dazzling white lights that instantly illuminated half the night sky, like two stars shining brightly in the darkness.

Upon seeing this, Chu Hanchuan's face turned deathly pale, his heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "Oh no!"

He knew all too well what the signal flare meant; it must be Zhao Daxuan calling for reinforcements.

I didn't expect that after having my men search twice, I thought there was no ambush. It seems the enemy just wasn't hiding within my search area.

A sense of unease rose within him, and Chu Hanchuan could no longer contain himself. He roared, "Kill! Everyone charge! Quickly! Hurry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Daxuan's team and Chu Hanchuan's team clashed violently together.

Despite Chu Hanchuan's forces outnumbering Zhao Daxuan's five to one, they still failed to break through Zhao Daxuan's defenses.

The soldiers of Wangbei Camp had already formed a tight circular formation, with shields on the outside and long swords on the inside, firmly blocking the enemy attacking from all sides.

After Zhao Daxuan fired more than a dozen volleys of arrows from the ranks, he still found the speed too slow. His expression turned cold, he drew his long sword from his waist, and charged directly out of the defensive line.

"kill!"

With a tense expression, Zhao Daxuan charged out of the shield defense line like an arrow released from a bow.

As soon as he broke through the defense line, he swung his knife and slashed. With each strike, two or three heads flew high into the air, or two or three people were sent flying backward.

In addition, Zhao Daxuan, relying on brute force, charged recklessly through Chu Hanchuan's formation, throwing their formation into chaos.

Shouts of battle echoed continuously through the Valley of Broken Souls.

Chu Hanchuan's team, seeing that they could not break through the defense line of these few hundred men, and with a powerful enemy rampaging and killing them at will in their own position, panic ensued, morale plummeted, and their fighting strength decreased.

Chu Hanchuan hid at the back of the group, watching the scene before him. His anxiety deepened, and cold sweat streamed down his face.

I never expected that a team of only two hundred people could withstand their thousand-strong attack for so long.

At this moment, Chu Hanchuan realized that all the panic the other party had shown at the beginning was a pretense.

All of this was simply to lure them down the valley and eliminate any possibility of them escaping halfway.

Just as Chu Hanchuan was racking his brains, thinking about how to break through the defenses and kill the triangular-eyed men, a thunderous roar suddenly came from beside him.

This is the sound that can only be produced by at least several hundred cavalrymen galloping at the same time!

Chu Hanchuan's expression changed drastically, and he realized something was wrong. However, he still held onto a sliver of hope that the approaching cavalry was Leng Wuye's Black Armor Battalion.

Chu Hanchuan looked toward the valley entrance with a livid face. By the moonlight, he could see that the approaching troops were not the Black Armor Battalion's black armor, but rather ordinary silver or leather armor.

When Chu Hanchuan saw the approaching group, his heart sank to the bottom. He staggered back two steps, feeling dizzy.

But he immediately steadied himself, took a deep breath, and, unwilling to accept defeat, shouted in a deep voice to the messenger beside him, "Immediately issue the order: everyone retreat!"

As long as he can escape alive and not be captured by Zhao Daxuan, he can insist that it was someone else who did the attack tonight, or directly say that Zhao Daxuan deliberately framed him.

In short, as long as he is not caught on the spot, he has a thousand reasons to get away, and at least he has room to maneuver.

A mournful bugle call echoed through the valley; it was Chu Hanchuan's messenger signaling the retreat.

The black-clad soldiers, who had long lost their will to fight, turned and fled at the sound of the bugle. Chu Hanchuan led his troops toward another valley entrance. But after only a few steps, they heard the sound of galloping hooves coming from ahead.

There are also ambushes in this direction!

Chu Hanchuan felt a chill in his heart, his eyes filled with despair. He was surrounded by pursuers on all sides, and only by crossing the mountain on one side could he find a glimmer of hope.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Brothers, let's go up the mountain!"

However, just as they began to run uphill, a cavalry force galloped past them from both sides, cutting off their path.

Chu Hanchuan suddenly turned around, still thinking of leaving in another direction, but before he could take a step, the other direction was blocked by the cavalry that had rushed over.

Chu Hanchuan's group of over a thousand people was thus completely surrounded by Li Changming's group of a thousand.

Chu Hanchuan watched this scene with a livid face, his pupils trembling slightly, biting his lip so hard that he didn't even notice the blood flowing from his lips.

He said coldly, "Brothers, follow me and fight your way out!"

Just as Chu Hanchuan finished speaking, several soldiers dressed in Yue Zhenyuan's personal guard uniforms suddenly jumped out from the group surrounding him.

One of the general's personal guards held aloft a gilded token with a large character "岳" (Yue) engraved on it.

He shouted coldly, "Chu Hanchuan! How dare you! You dare to abduct and kill a prisoner of the imperial court without orders, plotting a rebellion!"

"The general's token is here. Why don't you all lay down your weapons at once? Do you want to be accused of treason and have your entire families executed?"

As soon as the guard finished speaking, the already low morale of Chu Hanchuan's team collapsed like a flood.

As the first black-clad soldier dropped his long sword, a series of clanging sounds rang out. The hundreds of surviving black-clad soldiers all dropped their swords, then knelt on the ground, loudly begging for mercy.

For a moment, only Chu Hanchuan remained in the arena, standing alone and looking extremely disheveled.

At this moment, Zhao Daxuan also slowly walked out of the group, his body still stained with blood, his eyes cold. He walked step by step to Chu Hanchuan and looked down at him.

"Chu Hanchuan! Stop struggling!"