The Modao Heavy Armor Rider moved forward in an orderly manner like a row of iron towers.

Iron cavalry trampled on the corpses of their enemies, and the clatter of broken bones was incessant.

Blood and violence are the scenery on the battlefield.

Chu Yujia also began to lead his own team to attack the defense line of the palace guards at this moment.

The enemy's commander-in-chief also knew that as long as the Northwest Army broke through the defensive line, it would be completely finished.

Because of this, he arranged almost all his close subordinates in the palace.

There are forty or fifty thousand coalition troops gathered in the palace at this time, even if there are nearly 100,000 people on the Northwest Army side, there is really nothing to be done about it.

And the combat effectiveness of this coalition army also impressed Chu Yujia.

The coalition forces were on par with the Northwest Army, which was known for its bravery.

After the soldiers on both sides stirred together, they waved the weapons in their hands and let out angry roars, even if they were severely injured, they still fought hard, waving the weapons in their hands, and before swallowing their last breath, they were still fighting the enemy.

This is war, the war of two of the most elite legions in the world.

They are all human beings, but at this moment they have become enemies of life and death.

Whenever he saw such a scene, even Chu Yujia couldn't help but feel a little sad.

But there is no way, they are all Chu people, traitors in the eyes of the world.

If you don't kill them yourself, then who else can you kill?

Although the combat effectiveness of this palace guard impressed Chu Yujia, but under the impact of the Hengdao Battalion and the Modao Heavy Armored Cavalry, they did not have the slightest upper hand, but had already fallen into decline and began to retreat in the direction of the palace hall.

And if they take a step back, the Northwest Army will go further.

All that was left at the scene was corpses and shocking bloodstains.

Of course, the vast majority of them are allied soldiers.

The blood has pooled into rivers that flow down the low-lying areas to the drainage system.

From this, it is not difficult to see the tragic extent of this war.

The situation of the coalition forces is becoming more and more unfavorable, but they are still fighting to the death.

Although the Northwest Army has occupied an absolute advantage, in the face of the opponent's life-fighting style, it is impossible for the Northwest Army to solve it in a short time.

In the bloody battle, the soldiers of the Northwest Army and the Allied Army fell one after another at the place where the two sides were fighting, and never got back up.

War is a merciless meat grinder, in which soldiers on both sides fall or are reborn.

War was a common occurrence for people in this era.

Peace is a luxury for people in this era.

Under the command of Chu Haojie,Modao heavy armor cavalry is like a black iron wall,Constantly impacting the direction of the enemy。

At this moment, their purpose is very clear, which is to break the enemy's nerves.

The Mo Dao Heavy Armor Cavalry was like a well-calculated war machine at the moment, and as the Mo Dao was raised and falling, countless coalition soldiers fell and died in it.

The palace guards are indeed stronger than the ordinary coalition soldiers guarding the city outside, but they are also people, not gods.

Although they performed strongly, in front of the absolute elite of the Northwest Army, their performance gave people a more tragic feeling.

But this tragedy is not worth it.

Because a soldier, the first thing to be loyal to is not to a certain person, but to the motherland.

It's not that if the general rebels, everyone in the army will follow suit.

Gradually, only mockery remained in Chu Yujia's eyes.

The army that betrayed the Mingwu Empire will no longer be an army.

A soldier who betrays the country is not worthy of being called a soldier.

The Modao Heavy Armored Rider trampled on the blood and corpses and kept moving forward.

As the Modao Heavy Armor Cavalry advanced, the palace guards began to retreat continuously, and their numbers became smaller and smaller, and finally they had begun to retreat to the stairs.

The ladder was so narrow that it was impossible for a large number of people to fight in it, and it was impossible for the Modao Heavy Armor Rider to advance up the ladder.

At this moment, a hundred soldiers of the Horizontal Sword Battalion were in front to clear the way for their own soldiers, even if the palace guards had the heart to block the advance of the Horizontal Sword Battalion, they did not have the strength.

At this moment, even those of them who had been prepared for death before they came, it was even more inevitable that they would be afraid.

As soon as the fear came out, it was irrepressible, and 500 soldiers of the Horizontal Sword Battalion fought the enemy on the stairs, tearing at the enemy's defense line and pressing them down.

There was only one staircase from the square to the palace hall, a distance of less than a hundred paces, but in this distance, the soldiers on both sides paid a very heavy price, and even the horizontal knife battalion, which was known for its toughness, was inevitably damaged.

As the saying goes, every inch of mountains and rivers is an inch of blood, and the people who watched the battle in the rear also deeply realized the meaning of this sentence.

Finally, a soldier of the horizontal sword battalion took the lead in rushing to the high platform above the stairs, standing on the high platform like an iron tower to guard the defensive line, and swept the enemy camp with the horizontal knife in his hand.

The sharp horizontal knife was swung out, and the click of iron piercing armor into flesh was endless.

The second soldier of the Horizontal Sword Battalion also rushed forward, standing with the first person, and the two of them worked together to resist the enemy's counterattack, and the third, fourth, and finally hundreds of soldiers of the Horizontal Sword Battalion had already rushed to the high platform in front of the palace hall.

After they rushed up, there was no longer a coalition force on the stairs that could stop the infantry of the Northwest Army, and the infantry of the Northwest Army also rushed up to the high platform, tearing the enemy's defense line, and then pushed the door and rushed into the main hall.

At this time, the hall was full of trembling civil officials, and when they saw these bloody soldiers rushing in, many people were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground.

Chu Yujia did not order the execution of these people, so these northwest soldiers did not touch them, but only fought with those palace guards, and after paying a certain price, they took control of the palace hall.

When the palace hall was controlled, Chu Yujia also walked in, remembering that the last time he came here, it was half a year ago.

It was also the time when he led the Northwest Army to become famous all over the world.

I remember that at that time, Ji Hao, the Son of Heaven, was sitting high on the dragon chair, and now there is only one dragon chair on it.

Looking at the trembling ministers, Chu Yujia laughed on his back, and after walking to the front, he said: "How does it feel to be the minister of the Mingwu Empire and the minister of the Western Chu vassal states?"

Who would dare to answer his words?

They all lowered their heads, and they didn't even dare to look at Chu Yujia's face.

Without asking, they knew that this person who was full of murderous aura and wore a blood-stained white robe without armor on his body must be the Chu Yujia in the northwest.

But there are a few die-hard loyalists there.

Although they betrayed the Mingwu Empire and joined Western Chu, they were no exception.

One of the young scholars slowly stood up, looked at Chu Yujia and said, "Chu Yujia, you are guilty of committing a crime and openly leading the army into the imperial court, this is a rebellion. ”

"Rebellion?"

Chu Yujia was about to be laughed at angrily: "Who is rebelling again?"

"The Son of Heaven is mediocre, is it wrong for our army to raise troops to clear the king's side?" the man asked Chu Yujia.

Chu Yujia felt that this person was quite interesting, and slowly walked towards him: "Could it be that as a minister of the imperial court, the Son of Heaven is mediocre, so you can turn against the enemy in battle?"