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Xue Ju shifted uneasily in the saddle and looked into the distance, where he could only see a few trees that had not yet been cut down by the demonstrators, and the garden square, which should have been lush with vegetation, was now only a barren place. When Xue Ju received the order, he thought he was ready, but when he saw the dim bonfire in the shantytown and heard the hopeful and optimistic songs of the people there, he hesitated, thinking that perhaps he was doing something wrong.

Xue Ju subconsciously touched the saber at his waist, and the moment his fingers touched the hilt of the sword, his heart suddenly trembled. He will never forget the three oaths engraved on the sword, which symbolize the oath of the forbidden army, honor, courage, and the emperor.

But today, he and his Praetorian Army will break one of these solemn oaths. This would be a huge responsibility, one that even Xue Ju himself could not confirm if he was up to the task. He closed his eyes and prayed to the great gods for strength and luck.

"They don't really expect us to draw swords against our comrades, do they?" A tall knight beside Xue Ju whispered to another knight.

For a veteran in the forbidden army to ask such a question, Xue Ju thought that he had made the right decision. Even the most loyal guards of the Southern King were suspicious of their own monarch at this moment, they were not emotionless machines, they were living people, and the glorious Forbidden Army would only swing their butcher's knives at their enemies and not at these people in suffering.

Xue Ju stared at the dense cavalry around the square through his black visor. In order to suppress the so-called rebellion under their command, the great general Han Cheng mobilized all the forces he could to prevent the emergence of fish that slipped through the net. Han Cheng's plan was to charge into battle with the heavy cavalry of the forbidden army first, and then let the ironclad guards and his own soldiers follow closely behind and attack from the flanks.

The general's intentions are already very clear, he wants to drive Zheng Hongchang and these rebels down the river together, as long as he enters the river, the situation will be completely in the hands of Han Cheng, and at that time all those who dare to resist will have no chance of survival.

Such an order to kill all of them strengthened Xue Ju's determination to defend against Xiao Guang, and the plan he and his lieutenants discussed was very different from Han Cheng's, in the plan to smash Xue Ju, although the forbidden army was the team to lead the charge, they were only a hundred meters ahead of the rest of the team.

There was a small forest between the two armies, and it was difficult for the cavalry to exert their true power in the woods, so Xue Ju decided to stop the advance after the heavy cavalry rushed out of the forest, and then lead the army to launch a counterattack after Han Cheng's army entered the flat land. Han Cheng's army would inevitably be caught off guard because it was unprepared, and Xue Ju only wanted to force Han Cheng back instead of a real decisive battle, and his own strength was not enough to compete with Han Cheng.

And after that, Zheng Hongchang and his people can only ask for more blessings. And Xue Ju will have their own set of plans, after forcing Han Cheng back, they will retreat to Xiao Huan's castle by the river, because in order to protect Xiao Huan's safety, Xiao Guang deliberately recalled Xiao Huan back to the palace, and most of the guards in the castle are his own people selected by Xue Ju in the past few days, so it will not be a problem to occupy the castle to fight against Han Cheng.

And there was enough food and supplies in the castle to help them survive the long siege, and the longer they held out, the more difficult it would be for Xiao Guang, and it would also make people all over the world wonder why the emperor's most loyal guards would take the lead against him.

Xue Ju's lieutenant Feng Yang turned around and tried to find Xue Ju in the fog. But he could only vaguely distinguish the figure of Xue Ju's attendants, but he couldn't see his main general. Feng Yang was glad that he hadn't seen Xue Ju, because if he saw worry in the eyes of his lord, he wouldn't know what he should do, and perhaps he would choose to give up this disloyal move.

"Helan Sheng," he shouted, looking around to see if his lieutenant was nearby. He saw the burly knight raise a pair of handguards and aim them at his visor in response. "Follow me," Feng Yang said to him, pointing to the horn tied around Helan Sheng's waist, "I may need to give orders for formation changes after they start charging. ”

But when Feng Yang finished saying this, the questioning voice in his heart sounded again, should he really do this? Is he really going to disobey the king's commands? Without the king's trust, the glory of the forbidden army would be worthless, and he would be nailed to the stake of shame forever and be cursed by the world for generations to come.......

Just as Feng Yang was fighting against the demon in his heart, the sound of horses' hooves in the distance came into his ears, and the words of scolding his mother had reached his mouth. As the sound of horses' hooves sounded, everyone was in a mess, because no one knew who gave the order, and hesitation and confusion filled the whole team for a while.

Xue Ju also didn't know what was going on, but he still roared in a fierce tone and gave the order to charge, ordering all the people to follow the knight who was the first to charge.

Under the command of Xue Ju, two hundred heavily armored cavalry drove heavily armed war horses to launch a fearless charge towards the enemy, as the most elite cavalry in the entire southern country, even with Xiao Guang's financial resources, he could only barely maintain the scale of three thousand forbidden army heavy cavalry, each forbidden army heavy cavalry has the cultivation of the five realms, with a body of armed strength close to the seven realm monks, and the horses under the heavy cavalry of the forbidden army are also the best three thousand horses paid tribute by Yunzhou.

When these humanoid monsters burst into enemy lines, a crushing slaughter began. The enemy's swords did no damage to these steel monsters at all, and every swing of the great sword in the heavy horse's hand would take away the lives of the enemy, and the cotton armor worn by the enemy army under the iron hooves of the war horse also seemed a little redundant.

The Great Rout appeared. Han Cheng's army began to retreat in large numbers, and everything seemed to be a foregone conclusion, and Feng Yang, who was the vanguard, also thought so. But when he saw the ironclad guards behind the deserters, he understood that it had only just begun.

Little by little, the Ironclad Guards approached the Forbidden Heavy Cavalry, but they stopped when they were dozens of paces away from Feng Yang. Even if Feng Yang wanted to stop the forbidden army that continued to charge, it was already too late. The screams of men and horses rang out one after another, the four legs of the horses were cut in two by unknown objects, and the cavalry on horseback was thrown out and fell heavily to the ground.

Even though his four legs were cut off, Feng Yang's beloved horse still did his best to ensure that Feng Yang was not crushed under the horse. Feng Yang, who landed smoothly, saw the reason for the casualties, and the silver wires were arranged horizontally at the half-height position of the horse's legs, and the silver wires that were difficult to see to the naked eye were more hidden under the cover of the fog, and the horse's high-speed gallop made the thin silver wires sharper than steel knives.

Feng Yang pulled his sword out of its scabbard and ordered the adjutant to give the order to stop the march. If Feng Yang was still hesitant before, at this moment he only had endless anger in his heart, he was disgusted by the despicable actions of the enemy, and a group of cowards who did not dare to face the battle should not appear on the battlefield. If Xiao Guang wanted a massacre, then Feng Yang would be happy to satisfy him now!

Then Feng Yang saw some sneaky figures sneak out of the buildings across the square, peek down from the rooftops, and disappear from his sight down the alleys and side streets. Now, Feng Yang understood a terrible truth, it was Han Cheng's people who pulled the silver thread on the road, most of these people were skilled hands, they took advantage of the fog to lay such a trap here in advance, could it be that Han Cheng already knew their plan before this? Who will that traitor be?

Each soldier dressed in black had a powerful crossbow in his hand that pierced through the iron armor, ready to take the lives of the traitors in the square. The forbidden army in the square looked desperately at the crossbowmen who surrounded them, for the only way out was to flee to the shantytowns and wait for death with the rebels.

Han Cheng looked proudly at the rebel forbidden army surrounded in front of him, he somehow knew in advance that Xue Ju wanted to stop this massacre, Han Cheng didn't want to be entangled with these traitors for too long, he just wanted to solve these rebels together as soon as possible, and then take the head of the thief to take credit with King Nan.

"Immediately lay down your arms and accept the judgment of the Empire, and those who dare to resist will be killed!"

Even in danger, Feng Yang still chose to believe in his main general, the upright general. He firmly believed that no matter what desperate situation he encountered, his brave and resolute commander would never succumb to authority.

"Only the gods can judge me!" Xue Ju pointed his sword at Han Cheng's location, roaring and letting out a provocative roar, and the encouraged Forbidden Army Heavy Cavalry also shouted the name of the Holy Spirit and followed Xue Ju to launch a final charge.

With the wave of Han Cheng's big hand, tens of thousands of strong crossbows around the square fired a salvo, and the screams of horses and the painful wails of people resounded in the square again. The remaining cavalry crossed one trap after another, but eventually fell under the bolts, and each dead Praetorian soldier was covered with bolts, and blood flowed from the wounds where they had been shot.