Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

With the crisis over, an eerie silence descended upon the battlefield.

The hundreds of elite Qing soldiers who had been fighting to the death were now lying scattered on the ground. Some were bleeding from all seven orifices and had died, while others were rolling on the ground clutching their heads, completely incapacitated.

Chen Jinnan pressed his arm wound, remaining silent for a long time. He had long known that experts of the Celestial Realm were powerful, but he never imagined they would be this strong.

Chen Jialuo was also deeply shaken. Supporting the injured Wen Tailai, he looked at Qin Han with complicated emotions, wondering if this man intended to conquer the world. Who in the world could stop him? He was worried about whether the old leader's plan could continue.

Mu Jiansheng and the others from the Mu Prince's Mansion watched with shining eyes. Fang Yi, who was accompanying them, looked at Qin Han, and besides being shocked, she also felt a strange emotion.

On the other side, Luo Bing leaned against Qin Han's chest, her heart pounding like a drum, her cheeks burning. The shock of escaping death just now, coupled with the domineering aura she felt against his body, made her feel weak in waves.

It wasn't romantic love between a man and a woman; it was purely a natural admiration for the strong.

Qin Han looked down at her and released his hand from her waist.

"Mrs. Wen, are you alright?"

"No...it's nothing, thank you for saving my life, Your Highness."

Luo Bing's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. She cursed inwardly, "Luo Bing, you're already a married woman, why are you still as shy as a naive young girl?"

Wen Tailai had just been attacked by a group of people, resulting in a knife wound to his thigh. He limped over quickly and bowed to Qin Han.

"Thank you for saving me, Your Highness."

After speaking, he turned to look at his wife, his tone concerned.

"Bing'er, are you hurt?"

"I...I'm fine."

Luo Bing then straightened up and stepped back to Wen Tailai's side, but she couldn't help but glance at Qin Han.

Qin Han paid no attention to the subtle entanglements involved, his gaze sweeping across the entire battlefield.

The main force of the Qing army of 50,000 men, having lost their commander, had their morale completely shattered. The remaining soldiers had lost all will to fight, abandoning their armor and weapons, disoriented, and only thinking of escaping.

Panic spread, and tens of thousands of fleeing soldiers formed a turbulent current, instinctively running back the way they came, trying to join up with the other three Qing armies.

This escape route was something Qin and Han had anticipated.

Less than ten miles after the fleeing soldiers escaped from Sanfeng Valley, arrows rained down on the narrow mountain paths on both sides!

"kill!"

Situ Bolei, a member of the Wangwu faction, charged out of the forest first, wielding a large sword, followed closely by two thousand former Wangwu followers.

Caught off guard, the fleeing soldiers fell in large numbers. Already frightened, they dared not linger and immediately bypassed the position, continuing their escape eastward.

They hadn't run far when, at the intersection ahead, Cheng Qingzhu, the leader of the Qingzhu Gang, led his gang members to form a gun formation, blocking their path once again.

"Leave no one alive!"

Another round of fighting ensued, resulting in the loss of several hundred more soldiers. The remaining men had no choice but to find another way to escape.

Afterwards, Jiao Erye of the Golden Dragon Gang, the Shandong branch of the Beggars' Gang, and eight other righteous armies along the way launched attacks in turn on the main roads, according to the pre-arranged plan.

The tactics of the generals were similar: they did not seek to annihilate the enemy in one battle, but waited for the fleeing soldiers to be exhausted before striking them hard, and then leaving an opening for the remaining soldiers to continue their escape.

Each ambush weakens the fleeing soldiers, while each release drives them further, pushing them towards the pre-prepared trap.

A long, fierce battle raged through the night, leaving the battlefield stained with blood!

As the first light of dawn appeared in the east, the morning sun gradually rose.

After a night of pursuit and ambushes, Tu Hai's 50,000-strong main force was reduced to less than 10,000 wounded soldiers, each with tattered armor and faces filled with fear and numbness. They were driven into a treacherous canyon.

Corpses were scattered everywhere, stretching from Sanfeng Valley to this place, a truly horrific sight.

......

The Qing army's western route branch camp.

Vice-commander Nalanda did not sleep a wink all night, sending out several groups of scouts to Three Phoenix Valley to gather information, but none of them returned without a trace.

A sense of unease gradually crept into my heart.

"Report!!"

A bodyguard stumbled and crawled into the commander's tent.

"Deputy Commander, a large number of defeated soldiers have appeared to the east and are heading this way!"

Narandar stood up abruptly, his heart sinking.

"Something happened to Tu Shuai?!"

Unable to contain himself any longer, he grabbed the spiked club from the shelf, strode out of the tent, and mounted his horse.

"Issue my order! The entire army must prepare and follow me to reinforce the central army!"

After a period of rapid march, they entered the area where the defeated soldiers were. Beside Nalandar was an old Taoist priest with a thin face, wearing a Bagua Taoist robe. He was none other than the Taoist priest Jinmu, who served as an attendant to the army.

His gaze swept across the surrounding mountains and forests, where all was deathly silent, not even the sounds of birds and beasts could be heard. He immediately reined in his horse and tried to dissuade him.

"Marshal, we must not rush into the valley! This place is too quiet; there might be an ambush!"

Nalandar was anxious. Tu Haiyu was an old friend of his, and he wouldn't listen to this advice. His face darkened, and he shouted sternly.

"Those who have fled here are all soldiers of my Great Qing!"

"Commander Tu is in grave danger. What are we waiting for if we don't go to his aid now?!"

"If Master Kaneki is afraid, then stay outside and wait!"

After saying this, he ignored Jinmu Daoren's ugly expression, spurred his horse on, and led more than 10,000 white-flag cavalrymen at breakneck speed toward the direction from which the defeated soldiers had come.

The place where the army entered was a narrow, long, side-by-side canyon, which was the burial ground that Qin and Han had chosen in advance for the Qing army.

The vanguard cavalry, bearing the white banners, poured into the valley in an endless stream.

At the highest point of the canyon, Yang Miaozhen, dressed in a red coat, stood with her hand on her gun, looking down at the cavalry swarming in below. Last night, after she personally led three hundred cavalry to burn down the Qing army's supply camp, she followed Qin Han's military orders and led her men to lie in ambush here. What she had been waiting for was this cavalry force.

As the Qing army entered the valley, she slowly raised the pear blossom spear in her hand.

"Let's do it!"

The order comes out!

Rumble...

On the mountaintop, the huge rocks that had already been loosened and the giant trees that had been cut down were pushed down by hundreds of Red Coat Army soldiers.

The boulders rolled down and crashed into the dense formation of cavalry, causing men and horses to fall and screams to rise and fall.

Following closely behind, countless earthenware pots filled with kerosene were thrown down from the sky.

boom!Boom!

The earthenware pot shattered at the bottom of the valley, spilling kerosene everywhere. When it met the torches, a raging fire instantly shot into the sky.

The entire canyon was instantly transformed into a sea of ​​fire.

The flames engulfed the warhorses and soldiers, the horses neighing incessantly, the Qing soldiers rolling on the ground as they were burned, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of burning flesh.

"Oh no! We've fallen into a trap! These routed soldiers are bait! Commander Tu is dead!!!"

"There's an ambush! Quick! Charge out!"

"There are enemy soldiers behind us too!"

The entrances and exits of the canyon were completely blocked by rolling logs and boulders.

Cheng Qingzhu, Situ Bolei, and their group of skilled rebels held their positions high and protected the terrain. Arrows flew everywhere as they relentlessly reaped the lives of the Qing soldiers who were in disarray at the bottom of the valley.

When the firearms brought by the Zheng family arrived, the sound of gunfire was continuous, and large numbers of Qing soldiers fell to the ground. The road ahead was a sea of ​​fire and rocks, and the road behind was blocked by ambushes. More than 10,000 Bordered White Banner cavalry were trapped in a desperate situation.

Nalandar's warhorse was knocked down by the chaotic soldiers. He scrambled to his feet, staring at the horrific scene before him with eyes wide with fury, regretting that he had listened to Master Jinmu's advice!

He brandished his spiked club, trying to order his personal guards to break through the encirclement at all costs, but the formation had already collapsed and the soldiers were only concerned with their own survival. How could they possibly obey orders?

Jinmu Daoist's face turned pale. Seeing the current situation, he knew it was a dead end and shouted urgently.

"Marshal Nalan, run! This is a death trap!"

"General Tu Hai's army has most likely been wiped out. If we don't leave now, we'll both die here!"