Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Li Yuanzhao shouted as he turned around and charged towards Wutu.

Wutu was completely enraged, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Li Yuanzhao from afar: "You seek death!"

The Embroidered Uniform Guards protected Li Yuanzhao, continuously slashing at the panicked Jin soldiers.

Wherever the blades passed, the enemy soldiers were cut down from their horses.

Resistance... there was no power to resist, and a buzzing sound continued to ring in their ears, not yet recovered.

It was already good enough to be able to barely mount their horses with their strong willpower.

Many people even felt somewhat disoriented for a time, and the shouts of their comrades did not sound very clear.

The Embroidered Uniform Guards began to circle the entire perimeter of the Jin army, constantly shrinking inward to encircle and kill.

The horses' hooves never stopped, stirring up clouds of dust, and the Jin army was already trapped in a killing formation.

Wutu was being protected by his personal guards within.

No matter how much he shouted, it was difficult to reverse the decline... now the morale of the army was completely lost, and the formation was also in great disarray.

And the enemy's momentum soared to the sky and continued to harvest lives.

The remaining Jin soldiers' hearts began to collapse again.

During the constant parrying, their eyes would occasionally look into the distance.

They could still see their friendly troops who had not escaped too far.

They certainly survived... but what about me? Why should I obediently wait here to die?

The more they thought about it, the more desperate they became. Some people resisted a wave of the Embroidered Uniform Guards' blade formation and began to stir, wanting to run outwards, while others broke down and cried.

They waved their weapons while still crying and howling.

There were also those who were courageous and wanted to break through the formation and break the siege of the Embroidered Uniform Guards.

Under Wutu's desperate command, this small group of people began to reorganize into combat power.

Just as a charge team of several hundred people was forming, a grenade was quickly thrown into the pile of people...

"They still have them, retreat quickly! !"

The charge team that had been gathered with great difficulty scattered like birds and beasts in an instant.

Originally, each person was allocated three grenades, and there was actually a little surplus, because some people did not have time to throw them out. However, after three rounds of bombing, the Jin army had already been separated too much.

Throwing grenades again would be tantamount to waste.

Now it was good, seeing that they were starting to gather again, the Embroidered Uniform Guards with surplus grenades immediately threw them out.

A mere one or two grenades extinguished the Jin army's arrogance again.

Many people began to run away with their heads in their hands, no longer hesitating and running straight into the distance.

Even more people turned over and dismounted, kneeling on the ground, desperately kowtowing to the sky.

This is a weapon bestowed by the gods, we can't fight anymore... it is absolutely impossible to win!

Wutu had completely collapsed and was still taking the lead in counterattacking, his voice already extremely hoarse: "Kill! Kill! No one is allowed to escape, all of you come back to me... Those who surrender to the enemy will be executed!! Those who surrender to the enemy will be executed!!"

Unfortunately, this volume was too small to reverse the decline.

Li Yuanzhao also seized the opportunity to roar: "Lay down your weapons, those who surrender will not be killed! Those who continue to resist will be killed without mercy!"

They couldn't understand, shouting was useless...

Zhao Lie protected him, listening with a grimace, and rushed to a Jin soldier who had dismounted and surrendered at the first time.

He bent down and dragged him to a distant open space... and then returned.

Some Jin soldiers suddenly realized and understood!

Those who surrender will not be killed!

So some people began to surrender again, while chanting words in their mouths, persuading their teammates....

"Your Majesty! Let's retreat quickly, we can't stay here anymore..." The confidant closest to Wutu was still fighting hard, and finally felt exhausted.

Wutu was furious: "Shut up! My Great Jin soldiers only die in battle, there are no deserters."

"That yellow-mouthed child took the initiative to call out to me, follow me and kill him, capture the enemy leader alive!"

Less than a thousand personal guards took the initiative to launch a charge, and Li Yuanzhao was overjoyed when he saw him rushing out from the center.

He led people to meet him head-on.

"Li family brat, didn't you want to have a one-on-one duel with me! I'm here!"

"Your Highness, be careful," Zhao Lie couldn't help but remind him.

"Don't be afraid, Wutu has no way out, he wants to capture this prince alive. Heh, the ignorant are fearless, let him see this prince's ability, you guard the formation!"

Wutu was overjoyed when he saw Li Yuanzhao really rushing over, raising his knife to the sky with one hand and laughing wildly: "Good courage!"

At this moment, Wutu's face was covered in blood, and his crazy expression was like a demon walking out of hell, but Li Yuanzhao was not afraid!

When the two were ten steps away from each other, he put his long knife back to the side of his horse and put his hands behind his back!

Two short guns had already appeared in his hands.

Seeing his action of putting away the knife, Wutu secretly said something bad in his heart, but it was too late.

Only two bangs were heard!

Two bullets penetrated the armor of the warhorse and accurately shot into the horse's eyes, and two pillars of blood spurted out.

The warhorse went mad with pain in both eyes, stood upright, and suddenly threw Wutu into the air.

Now is the time!

Li Yuanzhao's eyes flashed with a bright light, and the shouts of killing and the flow of air seemed to be delayed at this moment!

Wutu's custom-made armor protected even his entire head, so it can be said that his entire body was protected three hundred and sixty degrees, and the bullets from the short guns could not penetrate it.

However, this protection was not without dead ends!

The inside of the thighs and crotch still had to be connected with soft fabric, otherwise it would be impossible to ride.

At the moment when the warhorse threw him up, Wutu's middle door opened wide, and his buttocks were exposed in front of Li Yuanzhao.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Wutu, whose mind was blank, had four blood flowers explode around his chrysanthemum as he fell from the horse.

Wutu fell, and red and white seeped out from under him... A pair of ring eyes that had lost their luster still carried deep confusion.

He didn't even have a chance to say a last word.

The personal guards behind him thought he had just fallen from the horse and rushed forward to help in a panic.

But Li Yuanzhao was closer and faster!

With a cold face, he dropped the double guns, drew his long knife, and rushed to Wutu's side at the first time. He bent down and used the knife to pick open his helmet, and cut off Wutu's head with one knife!

Then he used the long knife to raise the head into the air.

A burst of blood poured down, pouring all over Li Yuanzhao's face, murderous, like a demon descending into the world.

At this moment, the battlefield collectively fell into silence.

Only one person, with a face covered in blood, walked on the battlefield with a knife in his hand and firm eyes.

Crossing Wutu's headless body, Li Yuanzhao walked alone, deep into the Jin army!

Zhao Lie's heart was already in his throat, and he quickly led the large army to meet him.

Li Yuanzhao was in front, the Embroidered Uniform Guards were behind... and the Jin army was watching.

The Jin soldiers all looked at their once longed-for, brave and invincible emperor with fear.

Now he has fallen into such a tragic and desolate situation... he can't even get a complete corpse.

With a clang.

The personal guard who resisted the most fiercely put down the weapon in his hand and knelt in place with his head drooping like a lost soul.

It's over, it's all over! His Majesty is dead, all ambitions and careers have come to nothing... there is no meaning to fight anymore.

Ten people, hundreds of people, thousands of people... The Jin soldiers were unable to resist and surrendered one after another.

Wherever Li Yuanzhao's cold gaze reached, the surrendered soldiers knelt down.

"Wutu is dead! Those who surrender will not be killed!"

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