The sound of killing shook the sky, and blood filled the wilderness. More than 200,000 people from both sides squeezed on the plains, fighting each other. The entire land was dyed red.
However, as Wang Cheng's 50,000 Ming Dynasty infantry soldiers pressed forward, the battlefield became smaller and smaller, and countless Great Shun soldiers were squeezed.
"Kill them."
The cold killing intent in the air made both sides 'eyes turn red, and the battle became even more tragic.
At the same time, as the Great Shun Army's numbers decreased, the Great Shun Army's organizational strength increased once again. The remaining soldiers, under the organization of the middle and lower ranking officers, resolutely resisted the attacks of Wang Cheng's subordinates.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
All he could see were crazed faces, but all of this was useless.
"Rumble!"
The 30,000 cavalrymen of the capital camp split up into small groups and swept through the ranks of the Great Shun Army. They were like dragons in the river, constantly tearing apart the ranks of the Great Shun Army. Wherever the hooves of the horses passed, they stirred up a bloody storm, and countless Great Shun Army soldiers fell behind them.
In the surrounding open space, the 10,000 cavalrymen of the capital camp, led by Zhang Liao, surrounded the entire battlefield, taking the place of the 50,000 infantry to seal off the entire battlefield.
This place was already tightly sealed by Wang Cheng's troops. Not even a fly could escape.
Gradually, the roaring sounds turned into the sound of a stream, and then into the sound of spring water.
"Kill them."
"Pfft."
Under the leadership of a dozen generals, the black mass of soldiers from the capital camp pressed inwards like a tide. Countless corpses lay in the ground where they passed. Some were from their own side, but most were from the Great Shun Army. There were so many that it was difficult to set foot on them.
The soles of the shoes were covered in bloody mud. As everyone walked, they brought up layers of bloody mud.
People kept picking up weapons with fewer holes from the corpses on the ground to replace the weapons in their hands.
In the end, other than heavy panting, there was only the sound of weapons clashing together and the sound of weapons piercing into flesh.
"Clang."
"Pfft."
Everyone was exhausted from the killing. The arms holding their swords were trembling, and their bodies were twitching from time to time. Even the soldiers of the capital camp exchanged by the system had reached their limits.
After all, it was an army of more than a hundred thousand people.
Puff. The expression of the Great Shun Army officer in front of him stiffened, and his pupils dilated. However, in the blink of an eye, he fell to the ground with a relieved expression.
Just as he was about to continue his killing spree, the red eyes of the commander of the capital camp suddenly lit up, and he almost staggered and fell. Fortunately, he managed to stab his sword into the ground in time to stop himself from falling.
There was no one else in front of him. All around him were the soldiers of the capital camp.
Everyone who was advancing instinctively stopped and formed a circle with a diameter of more than 20 meters. Their eyes were cold as they looked at Li Zicheng and the others in the middle of the field.
Other than Li Zicheng and the others who stood back to back in the middle, the entire battlefield fell into a strange silence.
"Gulp."
"Gulp."
Li Zicheng and the last few people around him looked at the surrounding Beijing camp officers in fear. Their eyes were filled with despair, and their bodies were so weak that they could not muster up any strength. Under the gazes of the Beijing camp officers, everyone's scalps went numb, and their bodies trembled.
Li Zicheng trembled and struggled for two steps before kneeling on the ground. His eyes looked at the corpses around him, filled with sorrow. It was as if he had aged decades in an instant. He did not expect that he, Li Zicheng, would have such a day.
"Dead? It was over. It's all over!"
"Wang Cheng? Wang Cheng. Wang Cheng!"
Li Zicheng suddenly shouted Wang Cheng's name to the back of the crowd. His eyes were extremely complicated. Hatred, anger, sadness, and horror, but more than that, it was shock. In the end, it turned into grief and indignation.
He hated it!
He hated the injustice of the heavens!
He hated why people like Wang Cheng were always killed.
At this moment, the capital camp infantry in front of them cleared a path, revealing Wang Cheng riding behind them.
Wang Cheng lightly knocked on the stomach of the Xiang Dragon before leading Zhang Liao and the others forward. The infantry on both sides immediately moved the corpses along the way, clearing a path for them.
In an instant, Wang Cheng walked in front of Li Zicheng. He didn't get off his horse and just looked down at Li Zicheng with an indifferent gaze.
At this moment, Gu Junen, who was beside Li Zicheng, was furious. He suddenly stood up and roared,
"Great Ming's fate is already over, why do you still want to protect this Great Ming? We are the people's hearts, the place of righteousness…"
Before he could finish, Wang Cheng frowned. Zhang Liao waved his hand and said,"Kill him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding infantry swarmed up and hacked Gu Junen and the others to death.
When Li Zicheng saw all of this, his entire body trembled. He kowtowed and said,"Please spare my life. As long as you spare my life, I, Li Zicheng, am willing to offer all the wealth of Luoyang City.”
"I only hope that Milord can give me a way out.”
His head hit the ground heavily, but a cold light flashed in Li Zicheng's eyes.
Wang Cheng looked at him indifferently, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. Such a person could actually become a great traitor who terrorized the world?
Zhang Liao added," The world is in a mess because of you rebels. You don't do anything for production and only do destruction. For your own selfish reasons, you bring the people to invade the world. When you die, be a little more like a man. That way, I'll think highly of you."”
"I just want a way out. Please let me go, sir?”
In an instant, Wang Cheng no longer wanted to listen. His eyes flashed and his expression instantly turned cold."Give you a way out? Who would give the people of Ming Dynasty a way out? Send him on his way."
After saying that, Li Zicheng's pupils suddenly dilated. Just as he was about to struggle, he was beheaded from behind.
As blood splattered, the headless corpse of Li Zicheng, the hero of the late Ming Dynasty, fell heavily to the ground.
Wang Cheng's eyes flashed. He moved the reins of his horse and said indifferently,"Send Li Zicheng's head 800 miles to the capital and clean up the battlefield. Half a day later, the entire army will set off for Xi'an!”
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone on the battlefield bowed and accepted the order.
"Understood!"
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