Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 823 Is This Destiny?

Formidable!

An awe-inspiring and unparalleled formidability!

Twenty thousand Northern Wolf Cavalry charged straight into the Xi Xia army, like gods descending to the mortal realm, effortlessly breaking through, and becoming unstoppable.

The Xi Xia soldiers, whose minds were clouded by the allure of riches and heated blood, soon faced the harsh reality. Their legs trembled uncontrollably as they gradually realized the terrifying strength of this force—a force that was absolutely unbeatable.

"Brothers, the Northern Wolf Cavalry has already created an opening for us. The Xi Xia army can't hold on any longer." On the battlefield, Chen FengXing, with his war robe stained with blood, shouted loudly, wielding his long knife. "Charge with me, capture Xiahou Jun alive, break into the capital of Xi Xia, and avenge our compatriots!"

Swoosh!

With a single swing of his long knife, Chen FengXing beheaded three Xi Xia soldiers in front of him, their heads dropping to the ground like watermelons.

"Charge!" the Donghua soldiers roared, inspired and surging with fighting spirit as they advanced.

The Xi Xia cavalry had been nearly depleted by the Northern Wolf Cavalry, and the remaining forces were hastily assembled, lacking the belief and cohesion needed. With poor morale, they threw down their weapons and scattered in all directions like frightened birds and beasts.

"Charge, charge with all your might! Kill anyone who dares to retreat!" Xiahou Jun's voice was piercing, his face twisted in a fierce expression as he swung his sword, roaring to boost morale by killing two fleeing soldiers.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

This battle was crucial to the survival of Xi Xia, linked to the honor of his ancestors. Xiahou Jun couldn't afford to lose, and he dared not lose. If he did, he would be the king of a fallen nation, with no pride left to face the ancestors of Xi Xia.

Jiang Wanjun, too, frowned with great seriousness and apprehension. Chu Feng's strength and the Donghua army's tenacity and combat power far exceeded his expectations, causing him to doubt his own capabilities.

Have I become so old that the times have left me behind?

He took a deep breath and roared with indignation, "Where are the reinforcements from the other six nations? Why haven't they arrived yet?!"

This was his final move, his last stand. As long as the two hundred thousand reinforcements arrived in time, he could make a desperate attempt to turn the tide.

However…

"W-Wargod…" A commander, pale-faced, spoke up. "Our reinforcements encountered an enemy ambush and were surrounded. On the way, they were scattered, and we lost contact with the two- hundred-thousand troops."

As it turned out, Chu Feng had long anticipated their reinforcements and arranged for Luo Gang to lead the Dragon Fang Legion and one hundred thousand soldiers from the Jiangling War Zone to ambush them on their inevitable route. Once they encountered resistance, these hastily assembled forces were thrown into disarray.

After all, it was an army cobbled together from six different nations. Aside from blindly following Jiang Wanjun's orders, they were wary and guarded against each other, so what cohesion could there be when they couldn't even ensure their own safety when faced with unexpected situations?

Rumble…

Upon receiving the news, Jiang Wanjun turned grave, and Xiahou Jun and the others nearly fell off their horses.

The sounds of battle and clashing swords from the Donghua army intensified around them, giving them a sense of being besieged and evoking a feeling of tragic despair.

It was over; they had lost, utterly defeated!

Their frontal forces were unable to withstand the enemy, the Xi Xia cavalry was crushed by the Northern Wolf Cavalry, and the reinforcements of two hundred thousand were annihilated…

With what could they now contend against Chu Feng? There was simply no chance of victory!

"Is this destiny?" Jiang Wanjun, in utter despair, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.