Tonight's moon is exceptionally round, the bright moonlight illuminates the Ming army camp, and the thick bloody smell spreads throughout the camp, making people feel nauseous yet igniting a murderous intent in their hearts. The clashing of weapons, the piled-up corpses gruesome and terrifying, the tragic atmosphere fills the battlefield, bringing a nearly suffocating feeling...

  At this moment, both sides who have been fighting for a long time are now uncountably damaged. The Ming army can still drag the wounded to the rear and hand them over to doctors for simple treatment, but the Yuan army is lightly equipped and suddenly attacked, and they will not bring doctors with them. Moreover, the medical practitioners of the Northern Yuan were no better than butchers, so the Yuan soldiers naturally had no choice but to die in battle if they were wounded.

  Nanxiong Marquis Zhao Yong, Nanan Marquis Yu Tongyuan, Dingyuan Marquis Wang Bi, Huaiyuan Marquis Cao Xing, Yuezhou Baron Yu Tongyuan, all four marquises and one baron of the Ming dynasty's five noble families personally wielded weapons on the battlefield to fight against the Yuan army. The intensity of the battle can be imagined.

  "Report to General! The artillery and archery teams have arrived!"

  "Good! Once they occupy the high ground and suppress the enemy's firepower with their arrows, our infantry will arrive and those Northern Yuan cavalrymen will be at our mercy!"

  Tang He calmly and orderly issued commands, now the situation on the battlefield was extremely urgent, the Northern Yuan people were like madmen charging at the defensive lines all around, making it so that Zhao Yong and his two men could barely hold on. Tang He could only have Fu Youde lead their personal guards to rush up and rescue them first, waiting for the Sin Camp and the 10,000 elite troops withdrawn from the rear to join the battlefield, surely they would be able to secure victory...

  "Colonel! The Commander-in-Chief orders you to speed up the march, the vanguard is already in a tight spot!" Tang He sent another messenger to urge them on, clearly unable to wait any longer.

  "Brothers, Tang and the old fellow have grown impatient, let's hurry up and follow me!" As soon as he finished speaking, Dugu Xiang changed his earlier leisurely marching style, and the army suddenly transformed, with the vanguard of 5,000 men rushing towards the central military tent.

  "Haha! See those piglets riding horses up ahead? They're our targets for tonight. We'll kill them all and cut off their heads to use as chamber pots!"

  "Kill!"

  Tang He's Wan Shengli Army had not yet arrived, but Dugu Song led the vanguard of 5,000 people to arrive first. At his command, the army charged wildly towards the Northern Yuan people. The Ming soldiers on the road gave way to them, seemingly extremely disgusted with the Sin Camp. Looking at the soldiers on both sides, Dugu Song let out a cold laugh...

  "Damn it, Dugu Song this madman has finally arrived, we can finally catch our breath." Zhao Yong, who was shot by two arrows from the Yuan army, sat in the back and bandaged his wounds. When he saw the Sinew Camp troops charge into the wall of corpses formed by the Northern Yuan people, he let out a sigh of relief.

  "General! It's the uniform of Ming Military Prison, and that big-headed man is Dugu Song!" Ma Nao's subordinate exclaimed, clearly intimidated by the appearance of the prison guards.

  "Draw strings! Fire in unison! The target is 5,000 Ming troops ahead!" Watching the Yuan army officers and men being instantly slaughtered by the encircling soldiers, Ma Na shouted out loud with his eyes wide open.

  Perhaps out of fear, perhaps out of following orders, all the Yuan soldiers who saw the appearance of the Sinew Camp drew their bows and shot arrows into the air, with the broad-headed arrows specially made by the Northern Yuan flying across the night sky like a swarm of locusts. Dugu Song calmly picked up a corpse from the ground to block his own body as he faced the incoming arrow rain, while other soldiers in the Sinew Camp followed suit, regardless of whether the corpses were those of Yuan or Ming soldiers, and even several strong men used horse carcasses as shields.

  This scene made Tong and Zhi frown, although on the battlefield, in order to win, they would stop at nothing, but you should take care of the Ming army generals who are still fighting. Among so many corpses, you must pick up one of your own family members, just this point, Dugu Song will not blend in with other Ming armies.

  Feeling the hostile gaze of both Ming and Yuan people around him, Dugu Song smiled indifferently. Since its establishment on the first day, the Sinew Camp had never planned to be brothers with other Ming armies. They have always been a lone army, just like when they fought alone in the desert a few years ago without any assistance...

  However, Tang He obviously underestimated the ruthlessness of the Sin Camp. Just now, another soldier from the Sin Camp was suddenly cut in half by an arrow, causing a wave of arrows to engulf him. Coincidentally, the person next to him had just switched out his meat shield and directly grabbed the corpse of his comrade who had just died to continue using as a meat shield...

  The cavalry system of the Northern Yuan required each soldier to carry two quivers of arrows when going on a campaign. The eighty arrows they had were already nearly half consumed in previous battles, and now one quarter of them were spent on the bodies of the five thousand soldiers in the camp; although Dugu Song and his men had the protection of their shields, they could not withstand the intermittent arrow showers from the Northern Yuan soldiers, and when the five thousand men rushed to the front line, only about three thousand were left.

  These three thousand men were the most capable and ruthless fighters of the Sin Camp, like tigers charging into a flock of sheep. With their specially-made long knives for cutting down horses, they hacked at the legs of the Northern Yuan cavalry, and after the riders fell to the ground, what awaited them was the Sin Camp's unique iron thorn spikes...

  One of the only two weapons that can be held in the Sinew Camp is an iron spear with a pointed head and long thorns all over its body. This iron spear was forged by Chen Youliang when he established the Sinew Camp, but Chen Youliang died suddenly due to illness soon after it was forged, so this batch of weapons was sealed in the warehouse without being used. Until Dugu Song took over as the commander of the Sinew Camp, this batch of iron spears finally saw the light again.

  Its sharp head easily pierces armor and enters the body with a light touch; its inverted thorns hook and flip flesh, killing with one strike. Those who have been pierced by this iron thorn have no precedent of surviving, and Manaqiu is no exception.

  Dugu Xiang had observed the Yuan army's formation before the impact, and Marana, as the commander-in-chief, was quite conspicuous at the front of the Yuan army's array. Originally, Marana was there to inspire his soldiers to fight bravely, but unexpectedly he became Dugu Xiang's target.

  The direct attack on the enemy's camp is aimed at beheading, killing Ma Na will greatly dampen the morale of the Yuan army, and the victory of the Ming army will naturally come.

  As for the big fish he had raised, Dugu Xiong always personally took action. Under Su Ying's swift and deadly attack, before Ma Na could even react, his guards were already sent to meet their maker by Su Ying.

  Only Manato was left standing alone in the middle of the Jin'yu soldiers, not far from him was Hamao who had just arrived from the rear army, he was leading his men to desperately kill towards Manato's side, but the Jin'yu people were also desperate, and they were a group of madmen who were desperately fighting, no matter how hard Hamao charged, he couldn't break through the Jin'yu.

  Looking around at the soldiers with red lights flashing in their eyes, Manao knew he was doomed. Wasn't it his wish to die a heroic death wrapped in horse hide? Just as he was about to charge towards the enemy to make his death more glorious, an iron thorn pierced through his chest from behind, and the powerless Manao spat out blood and fell to the ground on his knees. He struggled to turn his head to see who wouldn't let him die like a brave warrior, but found that his own head was spinning in mid-air...

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