Chapter 78

Yuan Fang's cry of "Kill for me!" was delivered with all the air in his lungs, so powerful that it drowned out the shouts of the enemy.

The soldiers on either side of him, their blood instantly ignited.

"Kill—"

The soldiers of the Yuan army roared in unison, their momentum like a rainbow, shattering the dark night.

Yuan Fang spurred his horse, the white steed's hooves flying, the skull-crushing club in his hand gleaming like a blade. Yuan Fang was like a bolt of snow-white lightning, piercing through the wind.

A deafening sound suddenly arose.

The soldiers of the Yuan army, who had been arrayed for a long time, surged out like a flood breaking through a dam, rushing past the empty tents, and charging towards the camp gate.

Although the Yuan army numbered less than two thousand, their momentum was overwhelming. Moreover, Yuan Fang had ordered them to plant many flags to create the illusion of a much larger force, making two thousand men seem like an army of thousands.

The imposing army tore through the night, the two thousand elite soldiers appearing like ghosts from the underworld, suddenly emerging from the darkness.

At this moment, the five thousand Bohai soldiers led by Gong Sun Fan had just broken through the deer antlers and camp barriers, and entered the Yuan camp.

Gong Sun Fan, full of confidence, seeing that he had easily breached the Yuan camp, was even more elated, believing his plan had succeeded.

"Haha, Yuan Fang is indeed unprepared. Tonight, I will surely take your head!" Gong Sun Fan laughed wildly in excitement.

Before his laughter had even faded, his beautiful dream and confidence were shattered by the sudden appearance of the Yuan army.

Faced with the sudden attack from the darkness, Gong Sun Fan's laughter abruptly stopped, his expression changing in shock. The confidence on his face was instantly replaced by fear.

Seeing the enemy charging towards him, Gong Sun Fan felt as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt. His mind was filled with only three words:

Trapped!

"Could it be that Yuan Fang was deliberately showing weakness to lure me into raiding the camp? How could this be, how could this be..."

Gong Sun Fan finally realized that Yuan Fang's letter of explanation and the seemingly disorganized layout of the Yuan camp were all part of a ruse to lure him into a trap and catch him off guard.

"Retreat, retreat quickly—!" Realizing the danger, Gong Sun Fan dared not fight any longer and shouted as he turned his horse to flee.

The five thousand Bohai soldiers, who had just charged into the camp with fierce intent, immediately lost their fighting spirit. The panicked soldiers retreated like a receding tide, scrambling to escape the camp.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Before Gong Sun Fan could retreat from the Yuan camp, the sound of his own troops outside the camp was heard, limbs flying and blood spurting.

A detachment of Yuan cavalry charged in from the side, their iron horses quickly tearing apart the Bohai army, trampling the fleeing Bohai soldiers.

At the forefront was a Yuan general, his long saber swinging wildly, cutting heads with every stroke. This was Yan Liang, one of Yuan Fang's top generals.

Yuan Fang, who had lured the enemy into the trap, would not let Gong Sun Fan retreat easily. Yan Liang's cavalry had been lying in wait to cut off Gong Sun Fan's escape route.

Under the pressure of Yan Liang's seven hundred iron cavalry, the Bohai rear guard could not retreat, and the front guard, retreating in disorder, collided with them. The five thousand Bohai soldiers were trapped along the camp line, unable to advance or retreat.

As the Bohai army fell into chaos, Yuan Fang led the two thousand infantry from the camp, charging towards them.

The two thousand soldiers, divided into several groups, rushed out like arrows from a bow, targeting the trapped Bohai army.

Cries of agony rose to the sky, and in an instant, the Bohai army was in disarray, with soldiers falling and horses rearing.

Yuan Fang, wielding his skull-crushing club, led the charge into the enemy camp. The 92-pound club swung in all directions, crushing countless enemy soldiers, their brains and blood flying through the air.

The Bohai army, already in disarray, completely lost their fighting spirit, discarding their armor and fleeing in all directions.

Despite outnumbering the Yuan army by two to one, the defeated Bohai soldiers could only be pursued and trampled by the Yuan army.

In the darkness, a bloody slaughter began.

"Don't panic, fight your way out, carve a path through the blood—!" The terrified Gong Sun Fan shouted hoarsely.

Unfortunately, the command structure of the Bohai army had completely broken down, and the soldiers, fighting for their own survival, ignored his orders.

Realizing the situation was hopeless, Gong Sun Fan, disregarding his subordinates, tried to escape on his own.

However, with the five thousand Bohai soldiers blocking the camp line, the Yuan army attacked from both inside and outside, leaving no room for him to escape.

Unable to break through the encirclement, Gong Sun Fan, in the chaos, was spotted by Yuan Fang, who was charging forward with his club.

Yuan Fang, his brows furrowed, let out a long cry, dragging his blood-soaked club, and charged towards Gong Sun Fan like a bolt of lightning.

Any enemy soldier who tried to block his path was swept away by Yuan Fang's club like leaves in the autumn wind.

No one could stand in his way, and in a few breaths, Yuan Fang was upon him. The club, aided by the momentum of his horse, swung like a wheel, aiming for Gong Sun Fan's waist.

Gong Sun Fan, fleeing in panic, suddenly felt a fierce killing intent. Turning around, he saw Yuan Fang charging at him with his club.

Gong Sun Fan had heard of Yuan Fang's unique weapon, a massive iron club. Seeing a young general charging at him, he immediately recognized Yuan Fang by his weapon.

"Yuan Fang, you killed my nephew and lured me into this defeat. I must kill you!"

Enraged, Gong Sun Fan, not taking Yuan Fang seriously, roared and thrust his spear forward.

The club and the spear collided in an instant.

Crack!

In the deafening sound of the break, Gong Sun Fan felt an overwhelming force, shattering his spear.

The force continued, knocking Gong Sun Fan off his horse.

"The strength of this boy is so great, his martial arts are actually..."

Gong Sun Fan, flying through the air, eyes wide with shock, had no time to react as Yuan Fang rode past him.

A sinister laugh, and Yuan Fang's arm extended, the club smashing down from above.

Bang!

The 92-pound club struck Gong Sun Fan's abdomen, sending his massive body crashing to the ground.

As he hit the ground, Gong Sun Fan let out a惨叫, spewing blood from his mouth.

One move, and he was knocked off his horse.

Two moves, and he was severely injured.

Lying on the ground, Gong Sun Fan, in pain and shock, spitting blood, tried to struggle to his feet but had no strength left.

Yuan Fang's club had left him severely injured.

After two moves, Yuan Fang had his men bind Gong Sun Fan and continued to charge into the enemy ranks with his club.

With each swing, countless Bohai soldiers were mercilessly crushed into meat paste.

With their commander captured, the Bohai soldiers, like headless flies, collided in all directions but could not escape the Yuan army's slaughter.

The massacre continued from the dead of night until dawn, leaving the camp line awash with blood and bodies.

As the first rays of dawn appeared, the battle finally ended.

Counting the casualties, the Yuan army had lost only about two hundred men, while the Bohai army had suffered nearly two thousand casualties, with over a thousand captured, and only about a thousand managing to escape.

Returning to the camp in victory, the generals presented their trophies.

Yan Liang, his armor soaked in blood, laughed excitedly, "Master, your plan to lure the enemy was truly brilliant. Gong Sun Zan wanted to destroy us, but his army was defeated before it even arrived. I wonder what he will think when he hears of this defeat, ha ha—"

Looking at the excited generals, Yuan Fang smiled, feeling deeply satisfied.

The purpose of this battle was to crush Gong Sun Zan's morale and boost the morale of his own troops.

Seeing the excitement of his men, Yuan Fang knew his plan had succeeded.

Suppressing his excitement, Yuan Fang slammed his club on the table and shouted, "Bring Gong Sun Fan to me."