Chapter 1621: Chapter 511: Crushing Defeat—Whose Reinforcements? Same Thoughts

Clang......

Yang Jian lifted his long spear, suddenly sweeping the Sword Puppet’s right arm aside, and turned to look at the dire state of his army. His already grim expression grew even darker.

"In just over 200 moments, it turned out like this. The Xia Army has grown so powerful!"

Yang Jian was aware of the gap between the Beishuo Army and the Xia Army, but the disparity before him was far beyond his expectations.

As the first round of clashes faltered, ten thousand Beishuo soldiers were scattered by the Xia Army. He had already ordered fifteen thousand troops of the Defensive Army in the rear to stop shooting and join the battle, meaning that the entire twenty-five thousand troops of Baimu City were now engaged.

Meanwhile, on the Great Xia side, at the same time he gave his orders, Xia Chuan did the same, but only ordered Third and Fourth Camps, totaling ten thousand men, to abandon their bows and engage in close combat. The remaining Fifth Camp, five thousand men, remained in their positions, firing arrows without entering the battle.

Thus, the number of soldiers engaged on both sides wasn’t vastly different. The Xia Army only had an additional thousand Dragon Forbidden Captains, which, on a large-scale battlefield with both sides numbering in the tens of thousands, shouldn’t wield significant influence.

But the reality was far from such assumptions.

At this moment, the battlefield was completely one-sided.

As the Xia Army’s left and right wings pushed towards the middle, the elite Beishuo Army was thoroughly scattered; as the ten thousand troops of Third and Fourth Camps advanced in a Sharp Blade formation, then regrouped, his fifteen thousand Defensive Troops in the rear were completely blocked outside, unable to assist the Beishuo Army trapped in the center of the battlefield.

The battlefield had become segmented.

The ten thousand... no, now only seven to eight thousand Beishuo soldiers were directly trapped in the innermost ring by the Xia Army’s formation.

The fifteen thousand troops in the rear were attempting to break through the blockade of the ten thousand strong Third and Fourth Camps of the Xia Army. Logically, with a numerical advantage and similar cultivation levels, a force of fifteen thousand breaking through ten thousand should not be difficult.

The problem was, the Great Xia still had a Fifth Camp that was continuously raining arrows from behind, assisting the ten thousand men of Third and Fourth Camps in maintaining their formation, providing his army no opportunity to break through the blockade.

Not only were they not breaking through, but soldiers in the rear were continuously wounded or even killed by the arrow rain, each scene making Yang Jian increasingly anxious.

"The Holy Pattern of the Great Xia is not reserved for geniuses with high aptitude; everyone has it, at least those with Cold Resistance Level cultivation..."

Yang Jian, full of rage, saw the blood-red Cloud Pattern appearing on the Xia soldiers’ foreheads, his chest heaving violently, with anger evidently boiling at its peak.

As the integration with the towns of the Southern Slope deepened, the Holy Pattern on the foreheads of the Xia people was no longer a secret. However, in recent years, only a handful of powerful individuals had publicly displayed the Holy Pattern, with most Xia people never showcasing it publicly.

The Northern Five Towns had compiled statistics: those from the Great Xia who had publicly shown their Holy Pattern numbered less than two hundred, excluding a rare few Xianyang Level strong individuals, while most were at the Cold Resistance Level, and all had Basic Strengths over 50 bristles.

When the Xia people invoke the Holy Pattern, their Basic Strength increases by thirty percent. Such crucial information had naturally long gained the attention of the Northern Five Towns, and spies planted in Xia City had, for a long time, been trying to gather information on the Holy Pattern.

Upon inquiry, it turned out that in Xia City, the Holy Pattern was no secret; almost everyone knew it stemmed from Lord Xia Hong’s granting of blessings. Some highly talented individuals, after meeting Xia Hong in the Xia Palace, would receive the Holy Pattern imprint......

Yang Jian’s thoughts abruptly stopped, his entire face instantly flushed the color of liver as he came to the realization that the intelligence the spies had collected was intentionally falsified by Great Xia, having deceived the entire Northern Five Towns, including Beishuo.

"With every soldier having a thirty percent boost in Basic Strength, it’s not significant for those below 10 bristles, but for those over 10 bristles, the situation becomes completely different—the stronger the power, the greater the enhancement..."

Understanding the Xia People’s Holy Pattern, Yang Jian lowered his head to see his soldiers continuously falling, his eyes wide with fury and his hands trembling slightly on the spear.

The decision to initiate the attack was his, meaning the outcome of this great battle now rested on his shoulders.

"In 300 moments, we won’t be able to hold... Absolutely won’t hold. No, if this continues, the entire army will surely perish. Inform Gu Tianxiong to accelerate the march, hurry!"

At this moment, Yang Jian’s voice no longer held the confidence it had before the battle began, now noticeably laced with panic. He didn’t look to find Yang Fa, entirely unconcerned if Xia Chuan overheard plans for reinforcements, instead yelling upwards desperately.

What reinforcements? Upon witnessing the true strength of the Xia Army, he no longer harbored any thought of victory, only hoped to rely on Gu Tianxiong’s ten thousand reinforcements to rescue the remaining Beishuo Army.

The Beishuo Army only had twenty thousand; if this ten thousand was lost today, how could Beishuo Town continue to fight against the Xia Army?

"It’s already here!"

Fortunately, the response from his second brother, Yang Fa, immediately resounded.

At this moment, Yang Fa’s reply sounded heavenly to Yang Jian.

Xia Chuan refused a direct confrontation, forcing him to watch from the side, preventing the Sword Puppet from excessively impacting the soldiers. Yet, as a result, he couldn’t spare the effort to help his army break through.

Clang...

Yang Jian swept his spear and cleared the Sword Puppet’s right arm, then suddenly attempted to bypass the Puppet, rushing towards Xia Chuan in the rear. However, as soon as he lunged forward, the Sword Puppet spun rapidly, blocking Xia Chuan again, its left arm raised high, striking down at him once more.

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